A/N: I hope you guys enjoy! This story will be longer than my last one which I just finished. Thanks for taking the time out of your day to read my story! Please Review I love hearing what you guys have to say!

Austin's POV

I just got home from my last day of Junior year. I run upstairs to my room and locked it behind me. I throw my bag across the room and it hit my yellow wall with a thud. I let out a deep sigh and slump onto my bed, the soft comforter pulling me into a deep sleep.

An hour later:

I hear a slight knock on my door and open my brown eyes reluctantly.

"Austy?" I hear a female voice croak outside the door.

"What do you want?" I say, still very sleepy.

I stare at the knob as it jiggles slightly.

"Austin, please let me in," she calls.

I let out a grunt and roll out of my bed. I walk across the fluffy carpet to my door which felt like miles away because I was so exhausted. I push on the lock with a click and walk back to my bed. My hand reaches for a half-eaten granola bar sitting on my bedside table and I munch on it while the door creeks slowly revealing a middle-aged women with curly blonde hair. It was Mimi Moon, my mom. I figured it was her after looking at the clock because she got off work about 15 minutes ago.

"Hey honey," she said quietly, walking over to my desk chair.

"Hi," I whisper almost too soft to hear.

She sits down on the chair and spins it to face me. I suddenly take interest in a crumpled up car magazine on my floor, instead of her face.

"How was the last day of school?" she exclaims quietly with a smile on her face.

"Fine." I lied straight through my teeth.

"That's good..." she says softly getting up.

"Dinner will be ready in about half an hour and you're eating with us tonight because we have some news for you!" my mother says walking out.

I roll my eyes and lay back down on my comfy mattress. A pattern on the ceiling really starts to intrigue me. It looks kind of like a girl with curly, shoulder length hair. It didn't look like anyone he knew, but the pattern was very pretty to say the least. I cocked my head to the side and gazed at it some more. I shook it out of my head. That's weird Austin, a new personal low for you. I inhale and exhale deep into my lungs before grabbing the magazine off the floor and skimming through it. There were a few hot girls in bikinis through the pages, but none of them were even close to the beauty of she who shall not be named. I threw the magazine in the trash and stormed to the bathroom.

The cold water splashed my face as I washed the last of the conditioner out of my hair. I took cold showers because they were pretty relaxing. You may think that's strange too, but I don't care what you think. Or what anyone thinks anymore. Not you, my parents, anyone at school, not Kira...Slap. My hand left a stinging sensation on my face but I deserved it for thinking about her again.

Chewing on my steak silently, my parents kept exchanging glances. It started to scare me. They nodded off to each other and let out a sigh. I looked up from my plate to meet two pairs of concerned eyes.

"Honey," my mom starts, "How have you been lately?"

The question was too familiar. I answer it all the time, almost everyday. I don't know why everyone cared so bad, it's not their business anyways.

"I've been good," I answer robotically.

"Austin, we know that's not the full truth," my dad says placing his fork down.

I roll my eyes and slump back in my seat. I was sick of them pestering me about my depression. I'll deal with it on my own for God's sake.

"Austy," my mom says touching my hand softly, "We're worried about you. You're shutting everyone out. You used to be such a social little butterfly. You had amazing friends. I haven't seen you hang out with someone in over a month. What's wrong baby?"

I scoff at her comment. Yes, I was shutting people out but I had a perfectly good reason. There was no need to have people in my life that could hurt me again. But I still didn't know how to answer her; worried I would make her cry like I have before.

"Stuff is just hard, okay?" I whisper scooping a spoonful of peas into my mouth.

There they go again, exchanging glances that had hidden messages written all over it. I notice my dad rummaging his hand through his briefcase. I stiffen with curiosity, wondering what he wants to offer me this time. A blue pamphlet is now in his grasp as I let out a huge grunt.

My parents give me a look and my dad opens up the pamphlet and begins to recite the infomation within.

"The Summit Project is an open and relaxing place for teen therapy. Your loved teen may be in a valley of depression or anger and our job is get them to the summit! During a four week course, your child will be assigned a Jr. Counselor of the different gender to help them reach happiness again. There is many things to help your child express themselves from Art to Sports to Music. They will have the freedom they need to get out their issues and be changed into the wonderful teen you knew before."

My hands reach my face as I drag them down my face slowly, letting out a sigh of annoyance.

"Honey, we love you and we want you to get better. You're leaving tomorrow night, so go get packed." my mom said with such carelessness it killed me.

"WHAT?" I screeched out.

"Go. Pack." my dad said, sternly. When I saw the look on his face, I knew he was too serious for me to argue.

I push my chair back, making sure it makes a screeching sound on the hardwood floor and stomp up to my room, slamming the door.

I can't believe they would just dump me at some camp like that. And for a whole month? Like what? Registration just finished and some older man was showing me where my cabin was.

The man pointed to a decent sized log cabin and said, "Cabin 17, right there. Go ahead and unpack, dinner will be at 7,"

I mumbled a thanks and walked very slowly to my "home" for the next 4 weeks.

I walk up the escalated ramp leading to the door. A big black 17 was plastered on the door with a dry erase board under it saying

"Ally Dawson and Austin Moon".

Ally Dawson, huh? Great. I get to be around some girl who only goal is to get me to talk. I sigh and open the door to one of the coolest cabins I've ever seen.

To the left of the door, there was a small kitchen with a blue mini fridge, a stove, and a yellow microwave. It had two comfy looking black chairs and a small blue table in front of it. Straight ahead, there was a huge flat screen TV with an Xbox 360 sitting on a ledge just below it. It had a stack of games that looked like the ones I play at home. The couch in front of it was black with fluffy fringes covering the seats. It looked like it seated about 3-4 people. On either side of the couch was two doors one with my name and one with Ally's. I'm guessing those are the bedrooms. I walk slowly to my door and open it up to a huge living space. It had a queen bed in the middle of the room with 3 packages of sheets and comforters on top. To the left of the bed was a huge window with a beautiful view of the lake. There was a wooden dresser, a standing lamp, and a corkboard up against the wall oppisite of my bed. It was bigger than my room, I can tell you that much. My mind started to ponder what sheets I wanted on my bed first when I heard the door of the cabin open with a creek. That must be Ally. I should probably greet her before she drugs me with meds.

Opening my door, I peek outside to the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

"Hi, I'm Ally Dawson." the angelic voice rang to my ears.

A/N: Ahh. I've rewrote this like 3 times. I don't know if I'm happy with it or not. Please tell me what you think! I hope you liked it!

*I don't own Austin and Ally, just the plot.

*I also don't own Xbox, just to make that clear *rolls eyes at Fanfiction's stupid rules)