Short One-shot/long drabble whatever you want to classify this as, go ahead. I came up with it at midnight so don't blame me if it's bad, blame my brain because at night, everything seems perfectly logical to it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Austin and Ally. I think that's pretty obvious by how Austin and Ally's relationship is lacking existence.

"Thanks, and have a great day" Ally said unenthusiastically as she handed the customer back their change for the violin they bought. She sighed in relief when they left and she was able to turn the sign from open to closed. She was perfectly fine this morning, but ever since her father left to go promote his store at a local concert, she was left to deal with a butt load of people who either didn't know the name of the instrument they were looking for or just felt like bugging her with a million questions on it. Normally it wasn't so bad since Dez, Trish, and Austin would help her out, but Dez and Trish disappeared after her dad left and Ally had no clue where Austin had wandered off to. Easy to say, today just wasn't her day.

She looked around the store and quickly fixed out of place instruments before nodding in approval and heading to the practice room. Her father wouldn't be home for a little while so she could be free to release her frustrations out in music for a short time. Ally overlooked the store once more before opening the door and walking straight to her beloved piano, the source of her peace and tranquility, her sheets of music which helped pick her mood up, and Austin, who sat cozily in the lazy boy chair, reading her most private song book. Ah yes, time to rela- Ally stopped in her tracks and did a double-take to make sure she was seeing the scene right.

Austin.

With her book.

Reading it.

Her frickin' SONG BOOK.

Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as she came to stand in front of him, the boy seeming to be unaware of her very presence, too involved in whatever secret of hers he was reading.

"Austin!" She shouted to finally get his attention.

He jumped nearly five feet in the air before looking to the source and realizing it was his songwriter. "Oh, hey Ally" He responded in his usual way, but when it dawned on him what was in his hands, he quickly smiled apologetically. He was just about to apologize when Ally ripped the book from his hands and held to her chest as she stomped over to the piano.

"How many times have I told you NOT to touch my book?" She asked incredulously. "At least a thousand!"

"Ally"

"And not to mention how many times I've told you AND Dez"

"Ally~"

"But Dez isn't here so I guess I shouldn't be including him in this..."

"Ally!"

Before she could get another word out, he cut her off, not only by talking, but by taking her hands in his. Though he didn't see, she lightly blushed at the contact. He shook his head at her as he spoke, "I don't get why your so against anyone reading your more personal songs-"

"Don't say it, I know their not as good as the ones I write for you, but-"

"-their amazing"

"But I just feel...- Wait" She paused and looked at him in suspicion. "What did you just say?"

He grinned. "I said, I think your other songs are amazing"

A surge of happiness took flight from her stomach and it took a minute for her brain to really process what he said. He liked her personal songs. The songs. A small smile swept across her mouth as she quietly asked, "Y-You do?"

"Are you kidding me? I want to perform one of those songs at my next concert!" He smiled when he saw her mood drastically change from how it was earlier when he slipped into the practice room. He sat down on the piano bench and patted the seat next to him. "Will you play me one?"

She was hesitant but seeing his puppy dog eyes, she gave in with a smile. One question made her day.