Welp, I'm back in the writing business, for now. This is my last year in high school and I'm tryna get out alive. :c
Anyways, this story is pretty sad, so don't read if you're allergic to crying. Because there are bad things that happen. And it makes me sad.

WARNING: Get tissues. If I can't write the story without crying, then you can't read without crying. That's a fact, Jack.

I was listening to Forever and Always by Parachute, which was the original storyline, but I changed it up because I know tons of people write their own story to the plot of the song. So, instead I used my favorite line from the song. If you like the song, see if you can find the line. It's pretty obvious, so...have fun!

Sometimes I find myself going back to that store, back to when somebody screamed "He's got a gun! Someone's got a gun outside!" Back to the day that I barely remember anything but staring into those eyes as my world came crashing down around me.

It was over. The fighting, the screaming, the gunshots. Except for the small remnants of the glass that fell, it was over. The other people around her began picking themselves up, brushing themselves off, rushing to loved ones to see if they were injured. Some people cried because it happened, others cried because it was over. Ally cried because she had lost the one and only thing that mattered in her life. She knew it as soon as she saw the bullet hit him, the wail of pain that had came from him, the look in his eyes as he stared straight ahead like he saw something no one else did. The way he had held himself up, swaying back and forth on his feet…she knew it. When he fell to the ground, so did she, trying so hard to hold back the tears. "…Austin…" The whisper was enough for him to look over at her, and she quickly looked away. Her brown locks fell into her face, obscuring her vision. It was probably for the best.

"Someone's been shot! Call 911! Hurry!"

The words seemed to blur together, and for a split moment in time, Ally couldn't remember where she was. The people rushing around her, their feet so close to trampling her, were nothing but a mere obscurity. Her eyes refused to focus and her ears refused to hear. But it didn't matter anymore. Austin was already gone. She already knew, as she reached out and grabbed his hand, holding it tightly and up against her chest. Her heart would never beat in time with his.

She was completely unaware as Trish came up behind her, nervously wringing her hands together. "Ally?"
No answer, and Trish thought she didn't hear her.

"Just one shot."

The whisper was just loud enough for Trish to look up from her dazed state, her eyes lost in the pattern in the floor, the white of the floor completely clouded out by the horrible evidence that this was it. This was where everything in her life would change. And when Trish looked up, one single word coming from her mouth, she saw it in Ally's eyes that she was thinking it too.

"What?"

Once again, Ally didn't answer, and Trish began to think she was toying with her, until she began talking again. Talking; more like rambling to herself. Trish didn't even think Ally knew that she was speaking to her. She just kept staring at Austin, the peaceful look on his face making it almost unbelievable to accept the fact. "It only took one single shot, in one split second, to take my Moon away." My Moon. The words haunted Trish, echoing again and again in her brain. Moon and Allygator. The nicknames were unbearable to think of now, knowing that he would never again look into Ally's eyes and say those two particular words again: My Allygator. "Am I still your Allygator, Austin? Does it even matter anymore?"

Trish felt the tears welling up in her eyes as she began to hear the hopelessness in Ally's voice, the sadness clouding her beautiful eyes. She had dropped Austin's hand, and Trish watched it fall the short distance to the ground. As it came into contact with the ground it bounced a little, his palm facing the ceiling and his fingers slightly curled up from where Ally had been holding them. Almost unwillingly, she was jerked back to the mere ten minutes before this, and she wished she could go back and stop it from happening. Austin Monica Moon, laughing with his friend Dez, and holding his Allygator oh so close to him. Then, just like that, in one instant, the windows shattered, and Trish barely remembered anything other than watching Austin push Ally away from him, away from her potential demise.

She could still see him fall, could still hear his groans, watching him clutch at the single gunshot to his chest. That one single gunshot. The words he said, the pain in his voice, would haunt her forever. But for Ally, she had no idea how Ally felt right now, knowing she had stared directly into Austin's eyes as the life slowly drained from him. With his final breaths, he had managed to whisper, only for Ally and Trish to hear and meant for Ally, "I'll…love you…forever…forever a…and always…please…just remember…even if I'm…not there…I'll always…love you…forever…and always…" His voice became lower with each word, his breath coming in slower, and his eyes growing more weary.

And just like that, he was gone. Gone forever, and never to return. The light faded from his wistful gaze, he drew in one last shuttering breath, his eyes fluttered closed, and that was it. No more concerts or writing songs in Ally's book. No more playing all the instruments in the store against Ally's pleas. No more half-smiles when Ally would eventually give up from trying to get him to stop playing with the instruments. No more Austin. No more Austin and Ally. No more Moon and Allygator.

Trish's mind went directly to Dez, who had been standing behind her before everything took place, and she drew in her breath in a gasp. Dez! She stood up quickly, ready to run around the whole store to find him. But there was no need. There he was, right behind her, his eyes fixated on Austin's body. The emotionless expression in his eyes was enough to tear Trish down, and she knew that even though Ally was numbed to the core right now, Dez was taking it the hardest. If anyone was hurting more than Ally, it was Dez, and Trish couldn't blame him; he had just watched his best friend of sixteen years die in front of him, an innocent boy caught in the cross hairs of a stray bullet.

Now as she looked around, the people who had been murmuring amongst themselves, stopped and gathered around, watching with distressed looks as Ally cradled Austin in her arms. That's when Trish remembered sitting down beside Ally, almost in a trancelike state as she stared at Austin. He looked like he was only sleeping, and that he would wake up as soon as Ally shook him and told him to end this cruel joke. But as her eyes followed Ally's finger tracing up and down Austin's cheekbone, she knew this was no joke, and this was the real thing.

Austin Moon…was dead, and there was no bringing him back.

Don't throw pitchforks at me. I know it was sad, and I almost didn't want to write it, but I thought it would be fun to write something different than what I'm used to. So, R&R, and keep an eye for a new, less sad story of Austin and Ally. And by less sad I mean no dying whatsoever.

Stay tuned for the second (and last) part of the story.