AN: I got in a wreck the other day and I had a concussion so it inspired me to write an Aussly version of my story. Let me know what you guys think!

Disclaimer: I live off student loans. Trust me, I own nothing.

-DING-

I'm sitting at the baby grand piano in my living room, working on the chorus to a new song for Austin when my phone's text tone goes off.

'Hey me and Dez are heading to mall. Want a ride?' I sigh at Austin's grammar. Well, at least I somehow finally convinced him to spell out the words 'to' and 'are' instead of just using '2' and 'r.' It's Sunday so Sonic Boom doesn't open until noon. I check the time and see that it's 10:30. That gives me a pretty good amount of time to walk the mall with my friends and maybe grab a snack before I have to open up the store.

'Yeah, that'd be great! Thanks Austin :)' I text back. I quickly pull a yellow cardigan over my blue and white floral print shirt and pull on a pair of grey Toms. I head downstairs and text my dad to let him know my plans for the day. He's away in Las Vegas for a music convention of some sort and won't be back until sometime on Wednesday. I've grown pretty accustomed to my dad being away on business for several days in a row. I kind of like having the house to myself sometimes, though. I like the peace and quiet.

After about five minutes I see the front door swing open and in walk Austin and Dez. Austin never knocks anymore because I usually just yell at him to come in. He knows that I don't mind.

"Can I use your bathroom?" Dez asks frantically, dancing around like a toddler. "I can't make it to the mall."

"Haha sure," I laugh, waving him towards the downstairs powder room.

"So, are we gonna work on that song some more after you get off work tonight?" My blonde best friend asks.

"Yeah, of course. Wanna come back by the store around six?" I reply, smiling up at him. I love working with him, especially when it's just the two of us. Trish and Dez are great, but they always make comments about Austin and I that make me embarrassed and it makes it harder to concentrate on the music. It also makes it hard to concentrate on his back muscles, which I stare at when he's not looking, but you didn't hear that from me.

"Sounds like a plan," he smiles as Dez emerges from the bathroom.

"Okay, let's hit the road, I really want to buy a copy of the new Zaliens sequel! Shotgun!" Dez yells as he runs out the front door and grabs the handle of Austin's mom's 2008 Honda Accord. He could easily afford a new model but I know he has been saving up for the perfect Camaro.

"Aww man," I whine, resigning to sit in the back seat, behind Dez so that I can still see Austin, even if I'm not right next to him

"Haha, everybody wants to sit by me," Austin chuckles, looking smug, seemingly pleased by the fact that we're 'fighting' to sit next to him.

"No, it's not that. I just wanted to win at something." Dez says, and Austin's expression turns to mock-hurt.

We drove to the mall singing along obnoxiously to the radio. It's not a terribly long drive; fifteen minutes at the most. By the time we get close it's around 11:00 and lots of people are leaving church and heading to the mall so there's a decent amount of traffic. The turn into the parking lot has a line of cars, and we slow to a stop with about five or so cars in front of us and wait our turn. We're a few feet away from the car in front of us so I'm surprised when I heard the squeal of brakes. Why would Austin slam on the brakes like that? We definitely weren't that close to the car in front of us.

Suddenly I hear the crunching of metal and I am flung forward in my seat. Just as quickly, I fly backwards and I can feel my head collide with the seat behind me. I grab my head, before I have even fully realized what's happening, and I groan in pain. There's a deep ache in my head and neck. I turn my head around, gasping from the pain in my neck and look behind me to see that the trunk of Austin's car is scrunched up and mostly blocking my view. Above the remains of the trunk I see a small white SUV with the airbags deployed. I lay down across the back seat and groan in pain as I vaguely register Austin asking me if I'm okay. Before I have time to respond, I hear him having a rushed conversation with what must be 911. He's telling them to bring an ambulance. Is Dez hurt? I sit back up, fighting to regain awareness of the situation. I see that a large knot is forming on Austin's head. he must have hit it on the steering wheel. Dez is holding onto his left shoulder and gasping in pain.

"Shit, Ally, are you okay? Where are you bleeding?" Austin asks me, frantically. I finally realize that my fingers are red with blood. I look at him with my eyes wide and reach for the back of my head. I pull my hands away and there's a little bit more blood. I turn around and see the metal piece between the headrest and the seat has a bit of blood on it. It doesn't look too serious but it hurts like hell. Once I have finally realized what has happened, a young girl, probably about 20 years old, walks up to Austin's window. She is crying hard and apologizing profusely. I hold my aching head in my hands and Dez turns to me to make sure I'm okay.

"Breathe, Ally. It's okay. You just hit your head on the seat. You're going to be fine," Dez says in the most comforting voice he can manage. I can tell he is worried too. I didn't even realize I'd been hyperventilating th whole time. Austin tries to send the girl away so he can focus on me but she just continues to cry and apologize for the collision. She finally sees me and the small amount of blood on my fingers and she begins to sob even harder.

Austin finally just ignores her and crawls into the backseat with me. He grabs my hand in one of his and lifts my chin with his other one.

"Ally, are you okay?" he asks, his voice calm. He sounds so in control but I know that deep down he is freaking out.

"Yeah. I'm okay. My head hurts really bad," I finally manage to choke out, trying not to cry. Suddenly I feel a wave of nausea overcome me. I quickly fumble for the car door and throw it open. I lean out of the door and empty the contents of my stomach into the street. Dez and Austin both give me very worried looks.

"That's not good. She probably has a concussion," Dez says, as I continue to gag and throw up. The process only makes my head hurt worse.

"The ambulance is on its way. I don't know what else to do," Austin replies, holding my hair back. Has he been doing that the whole time? That's actually kind of sweet, in a weird way. After about another minute of me just spitting onto the road to get the taste out of my mouth I sit up and see a police car and an ambulance nearing us. They quickly block off the road which has started to accumulate quite a bit of traffic.

Austin opens the car door and helps me out. Once I'm standing, he carries me over to the paramedics and tells them about my head. They pull down the stretcher and help me lay down on it. It hurts the cut on the back of my head to be laying on it.

"Can I ride in there with her?" I hear Austin ask. They tell him he'll have to sit up front and that only one of them could ride with me. As the back doors of the ambulance close, I see him hand Dez some money for a cab ride to the hospital.