Austin:

"Hey Ally! Look what I found! It's our Freshman Yearbook!" I yelled out. "Could I see it?" Ally asks. "Come here!" I say. "Hold on! I have to turn on the dryer! Mady forgot to do it before Show Choir practice... again." Ally complains.

"Don't sweat it! When Max comes home from soccer he could do it." I called out. "Really? Last week, he set the microwave on fire by testing his experiment to see if his food will explode if it was overheated for at least an hour. Do you really think Max will just turn on the dryer without breaking it?" Ally sarcastically replied.

"I guess you're right. But come here! I really want you to see the Yearbook!" I begged.

"Hang on! Mady's tights have to dry before she gets home tonight or she can't use them tomorrow afternoon at Regionals! And Regionals is a big deal. Remember when we got 2nd place at Sectionals? Mady HAS to win at Regionals." Ally complained again.

"I remember what happened when you got 2nd place at Sectionals. You were so determined at winning and still going old school that you lost to that punk group that I don't remember." I said, impatiently.

"And then you joined glee club and messed everything up. Coach Simmons kicked both of us off because of YOUR unruly behavior." Ally fights.

"Like when we first met at Sonic Boom, which is now the A&A Music Factory, where we're still teaching at for over 20 years already? And where we held our wedding ceremony 18 years ago?" I smiled goofily.

"Yes, and the place where you were at, still messing around with Dez, while I was at home on bed rest 14 years ago, about to go into labor." Ally continues.

"Do you still remember the day we met? When I was playing on the drums with corndogs?" I laugh.

"And you still owe me for ruining the drum!" Ally yells back.

I roll my eyes. Ally comes into the room and sits on the bed. "Hey, where's our yearbook picture that I sent to the yearbook editor?" She asks me.

"Oh, right here! That was when I had my surgery for my vocal cords, remember? And hey, I think Dez still has the giant card!" I reminisce about that day.

"I think so. You almost ruined your voice completely because you and Dez did your handshake while you were still on vocal rest by your doctor." Ally says.

"Hey! Look at me now! 24 years later, I'm still the world's most famous male pop star." I snap back.

Ally rolls her eyes as she flips through more of the yearbook. "You might not have been if Jimmy didn't rethink his decision about you not making music."

"It still would've been worth it, because I would've been spending my entire future with you." I tell her.

Ally laughs and flips through the rest of the pages. "That was the summer before Senior Year, at the 2014 WMAs. You stole the stage from Jasmine Fiera and then made Jimmy drop you from his label while you confessed your love for me." Ally recalls.

"Yeah, and then I started playing at Club-a-Dub-Dub as Flermy McGergin. And then that weird girl Ridley was performing, and Jimmy was there, Ridley saw yams, which made my disguise fall off and then my hopes of ever making music again were dashed."

"But at the showcase a week later, I think, Trish made a deal with Jimmy for a record deal with Ridley in exchange to letting you perform again." Ally says.

"Good memories... Hey, are you done with that? I want to compare this with our Senior Yearbook." I tell her, and Ally gives me back the yearbook. "Maybe we could compare all of them with Trish and Dez and the twins! Wouldn't our kids like to know what we were like back in high school?" Ally suggests.

"Great idea! And we could also show Mady our footage from Regionals when we were Sophomores!" I suggest.

"I love you, Austin." Ally smiles and then kisses me. I kiss her back. "I love you too, Alls."