Ally was writing in her songbook again.

Austin and Dez, already given up for the day on sneaking a glance at her book, were preparing to bowl with Sonic Boom's instruments. They set up 9 of what happened to be the most delicate instruments in a triangle, all they needed was a bowling ball. All in all, the day was going according to plan. Right on time, Trish came in wearing a bathrobe and hair curlers.

Trish seemed to be punctual about showing off her work outfits, but never about work itself.

"Guess who got a job at Happy Nappy?"

Ally looked up and smiled at her best friend of many years, who laughed,

"I LOVE this job! Beds! Everywhere! It's just too easy!"

"Congrats, Trish," Ally just chuckled, knowing this job wouldn't last very long.

CRASH!

She flinched, not even having to look up to know who it was.

"Strike!"

"AWESOME! What up?"

"Austin! Dez!"

They came from behind the rack of harmonicas with looks on their faces saying how they completely forgot about the trouble they'd be in.

"Sorry."

Ally gave in and smiled, but not forgetting to put it down in their tabs.

"Ally Dawson," a new voice rang from outside the doors. They all looked towards the entrance only to feel a gust of wind that knocked them down harder than Austin's bowling watermelon hit those instruments. Just like that, a boy was squeezing Ally Dawson in an air-tight hug.

Austin's POV

Alright, so I just scored an awesome, what-up worthy strike in instrumbowling (instrument bowling) when all of a sudden this boy runs up and is STRANGLING Ally, practically forcing the air out of her!

"Ally! Get your hands off of her!"

In a desperate attempt to protect my song writing best friend I yank him off of her, holding his arms back.

"You hold him buddy, I'll go get the yams!" Dez exclaimed, running out of the room. You can always count on Dez to get your back, while not really making sense.

"Whoa- OW OW OW-"

Ally suddenly froze with her mouth hung open.

"Ah- Austin stop-!" Ally shouted frantically with her hands up.

"What?! This guy just tried to kill you!"

"Nonono it's okay!" She said, glancing at Austin then back to the boy.

The stranger shook his arms out of Austin's grip.

"I was hugging her!" he exclaimed, turning to me with a frown on his face.

He was a little bit shorter than me with short, black hair parted to the side. The sleeve's of his gray sweater were rolled up to his elbows and... Is he wearing khakis?

"Elliot?"

Third Person

Everyone turned to look at Ally, who had spoken the name. The stranger then nodded, before letting out a warm smile to match Ally's. They engaged in another, more gentle hug, that Austin felt an urge to break up again for some reason, even though he knew Ally wasn't being hurt this time.

"Elliot?" Trish decided to speak up after being blown away from his forceful entrance, "That boy from camp?"

"Yeah," Ally broke the hug, still smiling up at him.

"Huh?" Austin was the only feeling so left in the dark.

"Uh- Everyone, this is Elliot. I met-"

"Sorry, they were all out of yams, so I just got canned peaches," Dez returned, suddenly jumping into the conversation. It was only awkward to Elliot, since the others had grown so accustomed to his strange ways.

"...Anyways, I met him at a yarn camp a long time ago. Elliot, this is Trish, Dez, and Austin." She explained, gesturing to everyone who waved back politely.

When he turned to look at Austin, Elliot had a look of uneasiness in his eyes.

"Sorry, I thought you were attacking her," Austin smiled sheepishly.

"...It's fine," he smiled back, but both of them knew he wasn't smiling on the inside. Austin's smile disappeared in confusion.

"Elliot, what are you doing here?"

He turned his attention away from Austin and smiled so wide it made anyone's face hurt.

"I came here on vacation to visit you!"