A/N: This is my way of apologizing for getting locked out of my account for 36 hours or whatever xP enjoy!

"Hey Austin, I need to tell you something. I know we've been best friends since we were kids. We know everything about each other, and I trust you a lot. It's okay if you don't want to, or if you're freaked out by it, but I wanted to ask you something. Austin Moon, will you be my boyfriend?"

But no one answers because I'm talking to a mirror.

I sigh and adjust my red hair in the mirror. I'm trying to work up the courage to ask my best friend Austin out. I know he's pretty straight, but I've liked him for almost four months now. I can't keep it quiet. I love him. He means the world to me, and I need to let him know how I feel.

I'm dressed nicely, not as crazy as usual. I have on a blue shirt, a black tie, and a black blazer. White suspenders dangle around my black dress pant-clad hips. I have on black dress shoes and my hair has a little mousse in it. I look good, and I'm ready. I grab the single red rose for Austin and get in my car.

I drive to Austin's house. I know the way by heart because I've gone there so many times. I don't call him or text him in advance; I want to surprise him. I park in his driveway and run around to the side of his house. I climb the familiar tree that leads up into his window. And it's such a familiar climb up. I used to go see Austin at his house every day over the summer. I know where to put my hands and feet. I know which branches will hold me. I know how they feel in my hands. I know what I'm doing, but I'm still scared. I'm nervous about what Austin will do. What he'll say. What he'll think. As I take the familiar climb up to his window, I'm nervous.

I reach the window. I stop for a moment. I hesitate. Then I think about how simple of an action it is, how physically facile it would be to pull myself up that last foot. It's easy. It's something I can do. So I do it.

I spot Austin in his room. He's sitting on his bed playing guitar. He's facing his door, so I see his profile. God he's gorgeous. Tan skin, blonde hair, thin pink lips, and those dark brown eyes. I'm about to speak up when I spot something.

Ally.

She's sitting on his floor near his feet. He stops playing and sets his guitar aside. He says something to Ally, then wraps his arms around her waist, kissing her. He's smiling and his eyes are closed. They're falling back on the bed. He's rubbing her back. They're kissing.

I climb back down the tree. I need to go. I have to get as far away from Austin's house as possible. I tear the petals off the rose, ripping it apart, scattering pieces of the flower across Austin's lawn. I vaguely wonder if Austin will look out his window in the morning and see the red petals. If he'll wonder what happened. If he'll know.

I drive off, speeding away, leaving no trace except for the pieces of the rose.