Disclaimer. Characters not mine.
Ally sat there gently pressing keys on the piano. Thinking about the offer she had been given, wondering if it would really be so bad if she accepted. Glancing at Latino friend in hopes that Trish would put her mind at ease.
"No, no , no, no, mo, no. No. You can't betray Team Austin like that…I totally get it, so would Dez. We would totally get how big this was for you, the only problem is Austin", Trish whisper yelled seeing Ally's pouty expression.
The pale brunette stood and started pacing, annoyed at how much sense Trish was making, annoyed about how guilty she felt annoyed about everything. That is until the guy causing the stress in question, came into the practice room.
"Well, I gotta go get fired. See you" the Latino girl smiled nervously, hastily leaving.
"What's up?", the singer asked, seating himself at the piano, waiting for Ally to join him. Turning back, watching her in concern when she didn't immediately join him. Walking over slowly, she sat down, not looking at him, striking a few chords to distract herself from the inevitable.
"Ally, what's wrong?", he asked quietly. Wondering what could be troubling his best friend so much.
"Jimmy came to talk to me today…", she started softly. Austin snapped his head up, wondering where this was going, he nodded for her to continue. "And, he told me he had signed a new singer last week…", he nodded, confused as to why Jimmy thought either him or Ally should care "okay, why would we care?", he asked bluntly.
"…He needs a song writer.", she answered quietly, looking at him worried. Austin smiled totally missing the point, not seeing at all where this was going, "Okay, but what does him looking for a song writer have to do with us?", he questioned obliviously smiling at his partner.
"…He wants me to do it", she answered nervously, terrified he was gonna flip out. Austin sat silent for a second, trying to figure out where this was going, totally convinced she was gonna laugh it off and say that either she was joking or that she refused. "So, you said no. I mean you wouldn't leave Team Austin" he smiled confidently, not noticing how quiet his bestie had suddenly become.
"Actually I was kinda considering it."
Which was how they ended up here…yelling and screaming at each other till they were red in the face.
"YOU CANT JUST LEAVE" he yelled, his normally tanned face was red and the anger and frustration was evident on his face.
"YES I CAN, ITS MY CAREER, I CAN DO WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT" she countered twice as angry, annoyed beyond reason at his selfishness and total disregard for her career, angry enough to start cussing.
"BUT YOU'RE MY SONG WRITER" he argued possessively, not realising how controlling and jealous he sounded.
"YOU HATE SOME OF MY SONGS" she yelled back furiously, annoyed and irritated at his irrationality and on the matter.
"NAME ONE" he challenged pettily, needing her to see that she didn't need to work with any other singers to have her songs heard.
"EVERY LOVE SONG I HAVE EVER WRITTEN" she answered cleverly, remembering the way he had shot them all down without even considering it.
"SO…WHATS YOUR POINT?" he screamed desperately, needing an answer, as to why she wanted to leave.
"My point is that, yes I'm your song writer. But all the songs I write that you don't like could go to this other singer, like the love songs, and the sweet sappy sentimental songs and all the vulnerable sensitive songs…this is a huge opportunity for me, and if you cant accept that, than I guess I just wont be your song writer anymore…than there wont be a problem."
Then she walked out, leaving a stunned Austin to collapse in a chair, trying to work out what just happened…fairly certain his partner in crime and life had just quit. Making him feel terrible, well aware that this was all his fault, realising how selfish and self involved he had been…already planning to sort it all out.