I lit a cigarette, what did I do with my life these past three years? I lay in my room, a rundown apartment in Miami, I work in a bar or club or whatever. My life is shit, and I have numbed it out. Three years ago I was going places with my best friends in the world, and then he left. He left us for a "professional" team, and made it big. He never looked back. Then everyone else left, I was alone. I cried for weeks after that, then one day I looked in the mirror. Everyone changed, so I did too. I cut off my hair and dyed it blonde, bleach blonde. I threw out my dresses and flats, and bought jeans and band shirts. Threw out my makeup bought some new eyeliner and red lip stick. I moved, out of my house with my dad haven't been back since, haven't wanted to. On my 18th birthday I went to the tattoo parlor, got a star behind my ear for the star I was supposed to be. The next month I got bars on my arm for each year passed. The next month I got A.D., in swirly pretty letters, to remember the life I left behind.

[Break]

The bar was busy today, there were drunken people everywhere and I couldn't seem to get to the table that I was supposed to serve. Friday nights are supposed to be better than this but I need money. Last table before I can leave, I keep thinking. I finally managed to shove four squealing girls out the way and walked with a tray in hand to the V.I.P. table in the back of the club. The curtains are pulled closed and I can just imagine what's going on behind them. I shove them open, three girls are on each side of a blonde guy, he has pink lip stick smeared across his cheek, I shallow, look down at the tray and speak, "I have a Long Island Ice Tea, a Rum Martini, shots-"

"What kind of shots?" One of the girls asked.

"The ones you drink, as I was saying, a gin and tonic and 4 margaritas. Am I at the right table?"

"Ya, that sounds right. I can't remember it took you too long," the blonde spoke.

"Excuse me sir, what did you say?"

He chuckled at me, "It took you too long."

I smiled and picked up the gin and tonic, "Well I am sorry for the wait. Is this yours?"

He smirked at me then nodded, I kept smiling, I threw the drink in face and dropped the rest of his order on the table. "You can go fuck yourself." I said as I turned around and shoved through the dancers and back to the bar. I bet he is still sitting there with a dumbfounded expression. I took off my apron and hung it up, I went to the back and signed out and picked up my check.

I walked back to the bar, the blonde was standing with gin and tonic dripping down his face, talking to my boss. "She took her sweet ass time getting my drinks then she threw me at me!"

My boss shook his head, "She's our best employee."

His eyes darted around behind the bar, his eyes meet mine and he yelled, "There she is!"

I sighed and walked over to my boss, "Hi."

"Hi, can you please apologize to Mr . . . . I'm sorry, what's your name?"

"Austin, Austin Moon."

My stomach dropped and I couldn't seem to catch my breath. Austin Moon, out of all the bars in Miami, why this one? He looked so much older, and mature. I still remember the goofy kid that had the big grin and was always joking around. Now he stands here, for the first time in three years and he looks tired and mad.

"Ally?" my boss asks. Shit.

Austin's face falls and he looks me in the eyes, his eyes light up for a few seconds then they change to a longing.

"Ally?" he asks, I turn livid in a split second.

"Sorry Mr. Moon, have a nice night," I spit and watch his face fall, I turn and storm to the back, grab my stuff and walk out the alley entrance. I walk a few feet and sit on an empty crate. I search my bag for a cigarette, lit it and inhale. I choke down a sob and wait for a few moments then let a tear fall. The back door opens, and I turn my head away and quickly wipe my tear away.

"Ally?"

I laugh, turn y head over to where he stands in the alley way.

"Yes?"

"Is that you?"

I laugh again, "Nope, I'm Jessica."

"Ally, stop kidding," I look at him he looks desperate, perfect.

I lift my cigarette to my mouth and stand up. I take it out and walk so I'm five feet away. "So you want me to kid around one minute then be dead serious the other."

"I don't want you to kid when we see each other for the first time in three years."

"Well I remember that in three years but I hope it will be longer till I see you again." I turn to walk away but he pleads, "Ally, please."

I turn back around, "What?"

"I want to talk, why did you never write or call? Do you know how much I missed you?"

I laughed bitterly, "Missed me? Missed me! That's cute, that fucking adorable! Why didn't I fucking call? That's a good fucking question, Austin! I don't know maybe because you left one day, no goodbyes, but Trish and Dez got a good bye. Not Ally though! You know how long I waited for you to call? Hmm? I waited a year! One whole fucking year! But you never even thought to call me! Don't tell me you did because you didn't! You sat on your ass and got rich as my life turned to shit! And you want to talk so let's talk, Austin." Every word I yelled at he winced, I had tears freely falling down my face now. "Where do we start? The day before you left without one word, we had a fight. And I remember you telling me that I was just a song writer, that's all I'll ever be to you. Then you told me if I really cared about you then I would 'understand.' How was I supposed to understand Austin? I was in love with you! I loved you and you left and I saw on the news how you dated Kira, I was heartbroken. I stopped going to school, nobody on this earth could get me to come out of my room. Then you guys broke up, and I thought you would come back. But you didn't, you never did," I stopped and let a sob come out then continued, "I used to ask why. Why? I don't even care anymore."

I sank down on my knees and cried, he moved forward, "Don't you fucking touch me."

I sighed and stood, "Goodbye Austin."

I took one last at him and he had tears in his eyes and I hurt look in eyes. I turned again and walked away. That's what I always wanted was him to look so hurt but is bad that I feel bad.