a/n OMG THE FIRST OFFICIAL CHAPTER! OwO

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I really hope you enjoy this; you have no idea how anxious I am for you guys to read this! ASLDKFJASLDFKASDJFASKLDFKASJ DFKASLDFKASDJFKASDL Also, who's excited for season 2 ? Just two more weeks, guys, two more weeks. :D

Disclaimer: If I owned Austin & Ally I'm not entirely sure if it would be on Disney Channel… if you catch my drift *wink wink*

Song: Alligator Sky – Owl City

Where was I when the rockets came to life

And carried you away into the alligator sky?

Even though I'll never know what's up ahead

I'm never lettin' go, I'm never lettin' go

Today was a sad day for Team Austin. Austin was going on a tour, Trish was going on a vacation with her parents around the world, Dez was going to film a real movie with Johnny Depp, but the worst was our songwriter. Ally was off to California to live with her Aunt while her father was on a yearlong convention touring Sonic Boom's around the world. Unfortunately, she would not be returning for a three years. Not only would she be staying with her Aunt, but she would be helping her get a part in a movie. They were all splitting up today, going their separate ways, and the Miami Mall Sonic Boom would be closing until further notice.

Austin and Dez were messing with the instruments in the store, playing trumpets through trumpets and harmonicas through sousaphones. The piano was gone, the guitars were gone, the keyboards and triangles and tambourines were gone. Trish was trying to figure out her camera, she promised Ally to take pictures everywhere she went. But nobody knew Ally was curled up in a ball in a corner behind the piano in the practice room, counting down the hours until everybody's plane would take off. So far: 4

"Hey, where's Ally?" Trish asks, hoping her friend can figure out the camera. It was high tech, and had a ton of buttons that she didn't quite understand. She couldn't even turn it on for Tom sakes! The question caused the boys to stop for a second; they had no idea where their songwriter was.

"Umm… I don't know. Check the practice room," Austin says, picking up a ukulele and strumming like there's no tomorrow. And to be fair, there won't be for Team Austin.

"You do it!" Trish demands. She's been irritable lately, grouchy for having to leave her best friends and her best friends having to leave her. It was an emotional time for everyone and the only reason why Dez and Austin weren't in tears or shouting at each other was because they decided to mess with the instruments, which takes positive energy.

"Fine!" Austin chuckles, holding his hands up to avoid a fight. He carries his ukulele with him up the stairs and swings open the door of the practice room. Once it's closed, he lets out a long sigh. Breath he didn't know he'd been holding until now. He was so depressed, and although expected, nobody could tell because he'd had a smile on his face all day.

You're going on tour, he'd think to himself. This is a good thing. You're supposed to be happy.

He leans against the door and closes his eyes a moment, sighing a couple of times to release all of this terrible negative energy. He'd have to be strong for his friends. If there's one thing he's ever learned about a bad mood, is that it's contagious, and strength spreads. He then opens his eyes and begins his search for Ally, with a real smile returning to his face. He hadn't seen Ally all morning, and he was anxious to see how excited she was for her first plane ride. He expected to sit down with Ally and have her tell him about how excited she is and how great the plane will be and how she's afraid of heights but she's always wanted to see the clouds in a close up. He grinned at the thought.

That's when he spotted Ally in the corner of the room. She sniffled, and when Austin saw her she froze.

"Ally!" He immediately raced over to her, sitting down beside her and rubbing her back comfortingly with his hand. She didn't even bother explaining why she was sad, because he knew. She was afraid of their separation. She was devastated that they were going their separate ways. High school was over, but they were still best friends. In fact, Austin and Ally had been dating for a little over two years.

Austin gave Ally a sympathetic smile and began to strum his ukulele. He began to sing to her (she had always enjoyed when he did that) and soon they were laughing and chasing each other around the room. Eventually Austin remembered that Trish had sent him up there to find Ally so they ran down the stairs to find a frustrated Trish holding her camera upside down. Austin went to talk to Dez.

"This is how you turn it on," Ally demonstrates, tapping a small button on the top of the camera. "This is how you zoom in and out," she explains, sliding her finger across a small scale across the screen of the thing. "You can set a timer for the photo like this," and she tapped a series of tiny buttons coordinating with the instructions from the manual, which Trish refused to read. "And this is how you snap the picture," she said, clicking one big red button on the top. "You try."

She handed Trish the camera, who sat it on the piano and set the timer for 30 seconds. Team Austin gathered around for a picture. In Ally's ear, Austin counted down in a whisper. "3….2….1." There was a loud click and a blinding flash. The picture turned out perfectly.

After 3 and a half hours that consisted simply of running around the store playing tag and then dressing for the plane ride, they hopped in a cab with their bags and were off to the airport. Of course, Ally locked up the empty store and whispered a tiny "See you later" before they left. Austin had taken the ukulele because it was Ally's favorite when he played.

At one point they made a turn and Ally began to hyperventilate. She was trying not to start crying again. Austin comforted her just as he did earlier, playing a simple song on his little stolen ukulele and then having his girlfriend cuddle into his side. "Shhhhh," he whispered. "It's okay."

Except it wasn't okay. There would be other girls on his tour, screaming fangirls that loved him regardless if he had a girlfriend or not. There were girls willing to curse Ally to hell so they could have Austin. And the boy, being his hormonal self, could cave in. She was also afraid that maybe they just couldn't go back to being Team Austin. They could forget about each other easily with their luxuries. It was frightening.

"Austin?" She asks, batting her wet eyelashes at him. "Promise you won't forget about me."

Austin was taken aback by this. How on earth could he ever forget about his Ally? She was what brought him to fame in the first place, and she helped him through everything. This was a promise he could easily keep. He smiled at Ally.

"Of course." He placed a chaste kiss on the top of her head.

"Bye guys!" Trish called as she stepped onto her plane. Dez said his goodbyes –smooshing Ally in a tight hug in the process- and boarded his plane as well. Before Austin and Ally went their separate ways they pulled each other in for a long kiss. This would be something the both of them would miss about the other more than anything. He would miss her small lips that always tasted like cherries. She would miss locking her dainty hands in his impossibly soft blond hair. Eventually they needed to rip apart, both because air is a necessity and they had to board their planes. They shared halfhearted smiles and walked in opposite directions.

"See ya later, Ally-gator!" He called from across the airport. It made the girl giggle a little before returning to her depressed form.

"See you later, Austin."

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