(A/N) So I'm back! With the sequel to Its All Because of You. Are you guys ready to read this? Well I'm not ready to let you. Few things, Austin is 19 and Ally is 18 in my story now they were when they graduated also. And Trish and Dez, aren't going to be in the story that much. Ok well now that I'm done talking, here's the story!
Ally's POV
They say a new life is supposed to bring happiness and hope. Not sadness and tears. I thought that when I moved here, everything would be better. It wasn't. If anything it was worse. I was supposed to go to a college here along with Austin. Instead, I'm sitting at a bus stop waiting for an old friend to pick me up. Everything that had happened in the last 7 hours running through my head. From the fight to me just leaving him. I see the blue dodge convertible pull up. "Hey Ally!" I see my best friend since forever ago. "Hey Taylor," I get into the back seat since Taylor had brought her boyfriend, Koga. "Are you ok?" I nod into the mirror. Taylor takes the sign and leaves me alone. I know she's not done talking about it though. We're going to talk about this later. I put in my headphones and listen to Don't You Worry Child by Swedish House Mafia. I look out the window at the once familiar settings. I'm back at my old home. Missouri.
Austin's POV
We were here. Here at a safer place. Here to start a new life. Instead, we ended up fighting and splitting. Now I'm stuck in a place that felt safe with Ally around. Missouri. Where the fuck am I supposed to go! I don't know this place as well as Ally. I mean I was born here but then I moved to Miami when I was 2. I had no old friends here, like Ally, and I don't know where to go! I call a taxi to take me to St. Joe. I tell him to drop me off at Walmart. I get some food and new clothes and then catch a ride to a hotel. I need to get a job if I'm going to live here. I walk up to the front desk and get a room. "Are there any jobs available? Or even a newspaper for me to find a job?" The guy nods his head and hands me a newspaper. I thank him then walk to my room. I flop on my bed and start thinking. What went wrong? Why did this happen? What did I say that made her make this decision? Can I fix this? My insides are cringing knowing that I can't see her. Is it possible that you could love someone so much they make your heart hurt? 'Cause I believe I have heart ache. I grab a pillow and stuff my face into it. Then I scream. I don't care if people hear me, I needed to let it out. I feel tears in my eyes and I let them out. My face could be red right now, but I don't care. I just don't care anymore. Ally's gone and I'm probably never going to see her again. I stand up and walk onto the balcony. I grab the railing as I start swinging over it. I think about jumping, but that's not me. I'm not ready to give this life up. I could probably fix this problem, but I don't ant to try. I just want to give up. I walk back inside my room and lay on the bed. Closing my eyes, thinking about how I could turn out. I fall asleep thinking like this.
Ally's POV
I get to my friend Taylor's house and immediately run into my old room. Everything was still there, from the Taylor Swift posters to the LPS toys in my drawer. She kept everything. I pick up one of my old favorite LPS toys and its name comes back. "Jackson," I whisper. "You were always fond of that husky," Taylor was standing in the doorway. "You kept everything? Even my old little baby toys," Taylor nods her head. "Of course I would. I know you love them even if you are 18." Taylor comes up to me and picks up the stuffed dog my grandpa gave me before he died. "Remember Flag?" She hands me the dog. "How could I not?" Flag is a beagle that looks like the American flag. "Can I have a moment alone in my room? To unpack and get reused to my old room," Taylor nods and leaves the room. I grab my suitcase and start unpacking. I come across a picture of Austin and me. Why did I ruin everything? Why did I just forget him? How come I didn't immediately run back to him? I just want him back with me. I just want to feel the protection I felt with him again. I lay on my bed with the picture on my chest. I close my eyes and let the emotions come. I start crying and I can feel my face become warm. I wish Austin was here to tell me that everything was alright, that I had no reason to cry. But he's not here. I miss him hard with an ache in my stomach and a sandpaper feeling in my throat. I miss him like a big, empty, shut-up, quiet space torn out of my guts, and nothing can patch up that great big ugly hole he left. I look at the picture again then hide it in my old book. I look around the room again and realize, I can start new. Without worries about Austin. I lay in bed and fall asleep after this thought runs through my head, Who's Austin?