Okay, so for starters, I don't normally write A&A fan-fiction, because, well honestly, I rarely ever watch the show. I will say that since I saw Calum (which until I heard him say it, I had been saying his name wrong) in season eight of Smallville. But that won't effect this story.

Also, one last thing before I get this story started, I will do my darnedest to finish this story, whether I get one follower, one favorite, or even one review. It may take me some time to upload or whatnot, but I will finish this.

Okay, on with the story.

Chapter 1

"Ally Dawson! You know damn well that this audition isn't going to be easy!" I scolded myself in my head, as I entered the Portland Stage Company's auditorium to audition.

I wanted to do this. I just knew it was next to impossible. I would never conquer my stage fright.

"Nervous?" I hear a male's voice ask. He sounded about my age, and I didn't bother to look up since I had still been staring at the floor.

"Yeahsomethinglikethat," I mumble to the floor, and then back at my faded red Chuck Taylor's.

"If it helps, I was nervous my first time here as well," he tells me, as he comes over and decides to sit on the floor beside me, then I finally looked at him. He was maybe six feet, had auburn hair. I didn't bother to look at his eyes.

"That doesn't help much. Besides, I already missed auditioning time," I tell the boy, as I look at his odd wardrobe choice.

"Dezmond, but everyone calls me Dez," he introduced himself with a smile, revealing that he had dimples. "You can tell me your name, I won't stalk you. I promise, though, I may ask you for hot chocolate from the cafe down the street," he tells me, as he grabs his cell phone from his checkered pants.

"It's Allyson, but everyone including myself, calls me Ally," I finally reveal to him, as we sit there on the floor of the Portland Theater Company, and I twirl some of my brown hair, so it would curl up, and be out of my face. I hated my hair in my face.

"Well Ally, would you like to go for that hot chocolate?" he asks me curiously with a smile. Then for the first time, I looked into his eyes, and saw that they are blue.

"Sure, I would love that," I tell him honestly, and then get up from the floor where we were sitting.

"Good, because, technically since we're not auditioning, we're not even supposed to be in here," he tells me, as though we were to get caught at any minute now, and I was sure that neither one of us wanted that to happen.

We talk about this, and that as we exit the theater, and head in the direction of the cafe. The wind started picking up, and above us the sea-gulls chattered. The smell of the ocean air sent me back to when I was a kid in Miami. We even walked by a comic book story, and then finally we reached the cafe.

As we entered the cafe together, there were a few customers here, and there. One was ordering a latte, or something of that sort when a short teenage girl with a plump figure, long, curly raven hair, dark brown eyes and light olive skin. Her uniform hadn't seemed to match the requirement of the cafe, but she didn't seem to mind.

"Seymour!" she protests, as she comes around the corner, seeming excited about something.

"Trish, how many times will I have to tell you, that isn't my name?" Dez asks the girl, and then giggles, and rolls his eyes.

"Doesn't matter roomie, you know I'll have a different name for you every day of the week," Trish tells Dez, as she makes it known that Dez is her roommate.

"Who's the new girl?" she asks, as she seemed jealous, as she went back behind the counter to refresh the coffee, not that there was very much coffee ordered from what I could see.

"This is Ally," Dez tells Trish, as though he had wanted to keep me secret.

"Well Dez, are you ordering anything or not?" she asks, but begins to start the hot chocolate machine anyways.

"Trish, I'll take my usual," he tells her, even though, I had doubted he needed to. I looked around and noticed fliers of local bands that had been hanging around, a couple of them even autographed by band members.

"Is there a music shop around here?" I ask sounding interested, but also needing my music fix. It had been a long time since I had played in Miami. Often, I wondered why I had left. Then I come up with multiple excuses. In all honesty, I hadn't run away, because, after all, I was eighteen, and had graduated. I left a note to my father saying that I had left to travel to Maine, in which, I had no idea as to why. So with all the money I had saved up from my summer job at Sonic Boom, I bought a ticket, and left.

"Yeah, about six hundred feet, and take a left," Trish answers me sarcastically, as she hands Dez his hot chocolate.

"Thanks," I tell the girl, as I turn, and leave for the music shop. How I had hoped that they had as much as Sonic Boom, then again, nothing here seemed to have anything Miami did. Well that was except for the ocean.

As I exit the cafe, I hum the song that I had been writing on the bus on my way here. I knew every word, every note, every chord. That was what I needed to get at the music shop, a guitar. Even if it were an acoustic.

I check my pocket, and notice that I wouldn't have enough for even a guitar string. The best I could do was look. For now.

"May, I help you with anything?" I hear a voice from my left ask. I turned and saw a boy who stood about six foot tall, and had good looking with a slightly built body frame and messy blonde hair.

"No. Just looking," I lie, as I look up and notice his brown eyes. Then I notice the name on his name tag: Austin.