Hello, well I'm back! I know its been almost a year, but I've thought of another story I want to do. I'm still undecided as to whether I'm going to carry on with 'Darkness' and 'You Turned My World Upside Down'. I have had someone ask whether they can take it on as its on Hiatus. Anyway here's the first chapter of the idea I got.

Where did I go wrong?

Austin POV.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm just a lost cause. Or if I'm just waiting for an inspiration. Or a muse. Or at least something that will spark my interest. OK, so I have my music but not totally. I just feel like something missing. Or more specifically someone.

Anyway, My names Austin Moon. I moved out of parents house as soon as I finished high school. I couldn't wait to move out of Miami. So to do so I just picked a College in L.A and picked a random major and moved there as soon as I could. I ended up picking Psychology. Its Meh. Not really much to say. I get it I suppose. It could be worse but on the other hand it could be better.

I've been like this as long as I can remember. Emotionless. An empty void. Feelings make a person weak. They make you exposed. They set you up for break downs. And worst of all they set you up for heartbreak. I've learnt that from experience

Cassidy. Where do I even start. She moved to town the summer I was fourteen. I was smitten at first sight. For me the day she moved in across the road for me was the best and worst day of my life. Cassidy was tall. Unbelievably tall for a girl. She had legs miles long. She had long blonde hair, stopping just below her middle back. Piercing blue eyes. As blue as the ocean. If not bluer. The perfect heart shaped set of lips. Perfect red color. The color you'd expect Snow White to have. After that I was a goner.

That same year Cassidy made her debut at our school. All the guys wanted her. All the girls wanted to be her. I didn't stand a chance in hell. Or so I thought. Then came the dreaded friendship. My parents had taken quite a liking to her parents. By the end of her second month in Miami my Mother and Father and her Mother and Father had a regular routine. They would take it in turns to hold dinner parties or movies night. But either way we ended up spending each and every weekend night with each other somehow. It was weird.

Then came the one weekend I wish with all my heart I could do over again. The weekend I asked her out. It was the weekend before Christmas. Our parents decided that even though we were underage, because it was almost Christmas we could drink. So drink we did, but I got a little bit in over my head. In my drunken confident state I asked her out on a date. She agreed. We decided to go bowling the weekend after Christmas.I picked her up and we went there. After bowling, I took her to a local diner for a relaxed meal. Everything was perfect.

In reality it wasn't. I just though it was because she seemed perfect. Too good to be true almost. And that was the truth. She was. Way to good to be true. They always say 'If its too good to be true, then it probably is.' And this is one of them cases.

By the time our four month anniversary came around we were fighting like cats and dogs. Fighting twenty-four seven. On the phone. In person. At one point we were even arguing on video chat. The problem? In front of our parents we acted the perfect couple. So when the split came they were surprised. Surprised and disappointed.

When the break up eventuaally came, it came in the worst way possible. By the time it got to our year and a half anniversary she had told me where her spare key was. I let myself in on that horrible day. I decided to surprise her. I decided to go upstairs like I normally did to see if she was home yet. I got to the top of the stairs and her bedroom door was open. I knew she was in. Her door was always open when she was in. I peered around the door frame. Something I wish I could go back and stop myself from doing. I looked into her bedroom to find her and my fucking best friend going at it like dogs. Dallas was fucking my girlfriend. All I saw was red. I made my presence known by 'tripping'. When Cassidy looked up from riding my beat friend. She just looked at me as if to say 'Ah well shut happens.' No once of sorry in her. She didn't ever say fucking sorry. No she just gestured toward the front door.

After that I went into depression. I wouldn't talk to anyone. Because I had no one. I couldn't tell my parents because they loved her and could see no wrong in anything she did. I couldn't talk to Dallas as he was just an ass whole. An as whole who fucks his best friends girlfriend. All I did was wakeup, eat, go to school, come home, eat and sleep.

Then came the day I moved out. The day my life would change for the better. And that it did. Kind of. I started college and just concentrated on my studies. And here I am today. Still doing that.

A/N - So what do you think? Please review me what you think. If its crap just tell me and I won't brother continuing it.