A/N: I'M BAACK. :) Are you guys as excited for the sequel as I am?! Now, this one is in both Ally AND Austin's point-of-view, but the first chapter is only in Ally's point-of-view. AHH I'm so excited! Here it is, the sequel! If you haven't already heard "Already Gone" by Sugarland, go listen to it! :) THANKS!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Austin & Ally, nor am I associated wih Disney in any way. None of the characters except Ian and Tenley and other occasional drop-ins belong to me. I also do not own "Already Gone" by Sugarland, nor am I associated with Sugarland.

Ally...

Ten years.

It's been ten years.

That's how long it's been since I've seen Austin Moon. And trust me, the past ten years certainley haven't flown by. I'm twenty seven years old now, living in New York City. I successfully graduated from MUNY about six years ago, got myself an apartment, and now I play the piano and sing for a fancy little restaraunt in the big city.

As for Austin? Well, let's just say his dreams came true. He's a big shot, now. He toured the United States and more singing concerts for his fans. Of course, he had gotten a record deal. I saw him everywhere. On my television, in magazines, even on the megatron in Times Square. It's not easy.

As for the rest of our friends... Trish lives in Miami and owns a nail salon, shocking enough. She went to beauty school and got certified. I'm in touch with her a lot, and we even visit each other sometimes. She's even engaged. Dez? I don't know a lot about him. Trish says he lives in the Key West now, and we don't really have any idea what he does with his life, or even whether or not he gets to make Austin's music videos. Ian and Tenley live in California with two kids, a six year old boy named Micah and a two year old girl named Leila. I know this because I'm friends with Tenley on BuddyPage. Ian is also Austin's manager, by the way.

How did Austin and I lose touch? I have no idea. One day, he stopped returning my calls and texts. Stopped completely. I suppose he realized he didn't need me anymore, or found someone else, better than me.

And even after ten years, I haven't let go.

I haven't had a relationship since, even after being on numerous dates trying to get him out of my head. I was twenty seven, and I was still hung up on a high school love, still a virgin, and I even still wear his promise ring.

But I'm over the past, and I'm heading towards the future... Well, that's what I keep telling myself, anyway. I pack up a suitcase to the brim and try to zip it numerous times before succeeding. I'm taking a vacation to spend a week with Trish in Miami. I'm overly excited. I'll also get to see my dad and mom, who got remarried after my mom returned from Africa to help me move in to my college dorm. It shocked me how soon the marriage was, but she had told me that when an old love is rekindled, there's really no holding it back.

I huff and sit down on my suitcase, looking around my tiny one-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment. Housing in the heart of New York City is expensive, so I couldn't afford anything emmculate, but it was still a nice little apartment with a gorgeous view of Central Park. It was still lonely here, though, all by myself. That's why I was excited to get back home and see my bestfriend and family for a while. Maybe we could get in touch with Dez and talk to him some, and see if he would come up to Miami for a little while to hang out like old times.

I grabbed my purse and carry-on, and began rolling my enormous suitcase towards my door. I take one last look around my silent apartment before locking the door and stepping out. I walk to the elevator, which is just down the hall, and make the 5-story journey to the ground floor. I greet the doorman, who holds open the door for me as I step out in to the streets of New York City. There was a chill in the air, even in the middle of May.

I wait patiently for a taxi to come, even though if I don't hurry I may miss my plane. When one finally arrives, the driver helps me get my suitcase in to the trunk before I get in the backseat and announce where I'm going.

I pay him when we get to the airport, and I head in to the doors without enthusiasm. I truly hated airports, and it took me forever to finally reach the gate where my plane would be taking off from. People were already lined up, boarding the plane.

I eventually get on to the plane and seated. I'm pleased to see that I have no one sitting next to me, so I'm able to relax some. I hated sitting next to people I didn't know on airplanes. I put in my earphones and listen to some good music, closing my eyes.

Before I know it, I feel the plane decending. I eagerly look out my window to, sure enough, see the city and shoreline of Miami, Florida. I'm bouncing up and down in my seat, wrapping the earphone cords around my iPod and stuffing it in to my purse. I'm ready to hop off the plane before anyone else, nearly sprinting to baggage claim and stepping outside. The Miami heat nearly knocks me down. It's so hot outside!

I pull out my phone and dial Trish's number.

"Hello?" She answers.

"Trish!" I squeak, "I'm here, outside the airport. Where are you?"

"I'm almost there!" She promises, "Sit tight."

I stand there patiently until I finally see the Latino girl pull up to the curb in the same car she owned when we were in highschool. She hops out of the car and runs towards me, and we wrap each other in a hug. It's been about a year since I've seen Trish, because she came up to New York a while back to see me for the first time in a long time. We have always tried to make time for each other, though, even when we went our seperate ways for college. She ended up going to the same college as Dez, Florida State.

We get in her car and she begins driving while we chat eagerly about life. I ask her about her fiance, who's named Trent. Her diamond for the engagement is huge. When I give her a compliment on it, she looks over to my own ring, and her eyes widen. I blush, realizing I forgot to take off my promise ring that Austin gave me. I had never worn it around Trish since Austin stopped talking to me.

"You still wear that thing?" She asks, and I shrug.

She sighs. "Ally, he's been such a dick to you since he became famous... You need to move on."

I frown, knowing she's right. I just can't seem to move on for some reason. I just can't. I'm thankful that she gives me no more critisism.

We arrive to Trish's apartment, which is much nicer than my own, and much larger. I dump my bags in the guest room, and go and join Trish out on her balcony.

When the sun sets, we decide to go down to The Pier for old time's sake. We get dressed up nice and hop in her car, cranking up the music loud and laughing.

The Pier is packed, with people everywhere. We head for the bar at the end to get a margarita, and then we walk to the railing where we look over the side and look across the beach and water. I forgot just how much I missed Miami. The salty air blows through my long, curled hair, and I breathe in the scent. The coast of Florida was my favorite place to be in the entire world.

I take a sip of my beverage and glance around at the people on The Pier around me.

Without warning, my heart skips a beat. My drink catches in my throat. Trish is saying something to me, but I don't even hear her. Because I've seen something. Something unmistakeable, something familiar.

Someone tall, with a fit body... And platinum blonde hair.

"Ally?" I finally hear Trish as the shock begins to wear off. "Ally, are you okay?"

I still can't answer. Because no, I'm not okay. I've just seen him. My music partner, my high school love, the person I promised to never let go.

I just saw Austin Moon.

And now, he was walking away from me, down The Pier, catching the attention of much more people than just myself.

A/N: Hope you all liked it! It will get MUCH better next chapter, promise! There will be the explanation as to why Austin stopped contacting Ally. Review, favorite, and follow! I'm very sorry how short the first chapter was! Thank you all soo much. :) Lots of love. I expect this story to go far.