Author's note: Hey guys. So I'm Emilie and this is my first story, so go easy on me, please.

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Ally's POV

"Austin, you can't expect me to just write a song whenever you want one! Especially a love song for a girl you know! If you like her so much why don't you write her a song?" I yell to the blond haired boy standing before me asking me to write a song for this girl Abigail. Uhm, who do you think you are to be asking me to write a song for a girl you're just "oh, so in love with."

"Oh, don't worry, I would if I could! Because then I wouldn't have to talk to you!" he yells back at me and slams the door on his way out. That hurt, Austin.

I mean, maybe I'm not giving him enough credit. They have been dating for seven months now and I haven't really written any new songs lately. It's just, I don't know. I've never really been too fond of Abigail and she's never been too fond of me. I had this feeling about her for the longest time that she was just going to hurt Austin, but I got over it, she didn't. You can't really blame her, can you? For four months I barely said three words to her and then I just wanted to start talking to her. She has to think I'm a basket case.

I don't even know why I don't want to write him a song. I know if I really wanted to then I could, I just really want to. I feel like my body is actually not letting me write it for him, and I just don't know why.

I tried, I swear. I tried all day to write a song for Austin and Abigail, I just couldn't. I can guarantee that Austin's going to be mad. He has every right to be. Not only am I hurting him, but I'm also hurting his career. But there's really nothing I can do about it now, I should just go to bed and hope things are better in the morning. I really hope things are better in the morning.

What is going on? It is three in the morning and my phone is ringing. I swear, if it's Trish calling to tell me she found the perfect DIY face mask.

"Hello?" I angrily say into the phone.

"Ally, I'm really sorry it's so late," I hear a guy say on the other end.

"Austin? What is it? What's wrong?" I can tell by his voice that something terrible has happened.

"It's a long story and I don't know if you-"

"I'll be over in fifteen minutes," I tell him before he could finish his sentence.

On my way over I just think about all the things that could be wrong. There are just so many. Most of all, I just hope Austin's okay. I don't know what I would do without him. He's my best friend and I tell him everything and I knew that our fight would be over by tomorrow because that's just the way we are. We get over things because we can't go a day without talking to each other. It's really wonderful, actually.

"Ally, I am so sorry for having you come out here so late," Austin says as he opens the door to his house.

"It's fine. Are your parents okay with me coming this late?"

"They're out of town this week for some mattress convention. I don't know. But I texted them and told them you were coming just in case, I don't know, a bear comes through the window and mauls us."

I can't help but giggle at his statement, "Austin, I think you're right. We really need to be worried about those bears in the middle of Miami."

"Hey, you never know. Go and sit down on the couch. Do you want anything to drink?"

"Just a coke. Now get over here and tell me what's wrong," Austin always tried to get out of talking about a serious subject.

"Okay, okay," he said as he sat on the coffee table to face me. "I don't know how to say this, and I really don't want to, but I saw Abigail tonight."

"What's so weird about that?"

"I saw her with… I saw her with another guy."

"Oh, Austin!" is all I can say to my best friend and I just immediately pull him into a hug. It was the first thing he had done when Dallas and I broke up and I still remember how great it felt to have his arms around me.

"Ally, I am so sorry. I shouldn't have been pressuring you to write that song and I shouldn't have stormed out on you today. I was just so upset," he tells me looking right into my eyes. He has really gorgeous eyes. What? Did I just? No, I couldn't have. I'm just in the moment is all? That's all it has to be.

"Don't apologize; we all do crazy things for people we fall for. There's nothing we can do about it," I tell him as I pull him back into the hug.

The rest of the night we watched Supernatural, even though I'm pretty sure Austin hates it and he just watches it because I like it, which is nice of him, really nice of him. I just can't get that thought I had earlier out of my head. I thought Austin had really gorgeous eyes? Like, what? I've seen his eyes a hundred times before and I never thought anything of them. Why now? What's so different about them?

Nothing, Ally. Nothing is different about Austin's eyes. You were just in the moment. Maybe it was the way he looked so real that made them look so gorgeous? No! They weren't gorgeous at all. They were just Austin's normal everyday eyes. Just his plain brown eyes and nothing about them was different from yesterday or the day before.

Right?