I sighed as I reached for my songbook, when Austin and Dez walked into the store. "Hey Ally have you written a new song yet?" Austin asked coming to sit on the counter next to my open book, reaching for it I snapped the book shut before he even had the chance. "Don't. Touch. My. Book!" I snapped at him. Meeting his brown eyes, I felt guilty for yelling at him.
"Sorry no I haven't. Don't touch my book!" I added on quickly. He gave me smile that made my heart skip a beat. "It's ok. We all have things we don't want other to know!" Austin said still smiling, he rested is hand on mine giving it a squeeze he hoped off the counter and went with his quirky friend.
'Dear Songbook,
Austin and Dez walked into the store so I couldn't make an entry! But that's besides the point. Austin had asked me if I had written a song yet and as he did he reached for you. Of course out of habit I snapped your leather cover shut, quickly so he couldn't see anything I've written previously. And when I got defensive he said that it was ok and that everyone has their things they are protective over, and with that he touched my hand in a gentle squeeze! But I only wish I had the guts to tell my friends what's been going on lately, not that I'm not acting as usual I am it's just….
I stopped writing when I heard my fathers voice, "Ally I'm going out with Karen. Will you lock up?" turning to the sound of my dad's voice, I saw him dressed nicely. "Yeah, dad. No problem! Have fun." I said enthusiastically. My dad and Karen have been dating for a couple of months, and tonight happens to be their anniversary. I'm glad dad finally got over moms death, and it's also a good thing that Karen makes him happy.
Watching as dad walk out the store, I rushed up to the practice room. Walking over to the piano bench I sat down my book, seeing one of the windows open I went to go shut it. But one thing caught my eye, Austin, who was flirting with a blonde girl, and from where I stood it looked like she was flirting back. But who wouldn't flirt with him. Me, that's who. I was afraid he wouldn't like me back, so I wasn't going to jeopardize our friendship.
Walking back over to the piano bench, I sat down stroking taking my book in my hands I grabbed a pencil off the top of the piano. As I was thinking of lyrics, my mind kept drifting off to Austin. Closing my eyes, I rested my head in my hands. 'Why can't I tell him!' I thought silently, as tears started to flow softly, down my cheeks.
Raising my head from my hands, I wiped away the tears. Turning around to the piano I poured my heart out.
'The slightest words you said
Have all gone to my head
I hear angels sing
In your voice
When you pull me close
Feelings I've never known
They mean everything
And leave me no choice
Light on my heart
Light on my feet
Light in your eyes
I can't even speak
Do you even know
How you make me weak
I'm a lightweight
Better be careful what you say
With every word
I'm blown away
You're in control of my heart
I'm a lightweight
Easy to fall, easy to break
With every move my whole world shakes
Keep me from falling apart
Make a promise, please
You'll always be in reach
Just in case I need
You there when I call
This is all so new
Seems too good to be true
Could this really be
A safe place to fall
Light on my heart
Light on my feet
Light in your eyes
I can't even speak
Do you even know
How you make me weak
I'm a lightweight
Better be careful what you say
With every word
I'm blown away
You're in control of my heart
I'm a lightweight
Easy to fall, easy to break
With every move my whole world shakes
Keep me from falling apart
Keep me from falling down
Drowned in your love
It's almost all too much
Handle with care
Say you'll be there
Oh, I'm a lightweight
Better be careful what you say
With every word
I'm blown away
You're in control of my heart
I'm a lightweight
Easy to fall, easy to break
With every move my whole world shakes
Keep me from falling apart
Keep me from falling apart
Keep me from falling apart
Falling apart'
Writing the song down I as I went, I looked beside me and saw my phone light up.
1 New Text Message
From: Trish
Can I come over?
Yeah. Come to the store.
OK.
Getting back up from the bench I walked down stairs, and sat on one of the couches, waiting for Trish. A few minutes later she walked in with her daily announcement of her new job. "Guess what! I got a job a European Outfitters. Hey what's wrong?" asked my best friend. Looking up at her, I saw her eyes widen slightly. "You've been crying." she said softly. I couldn't look at her, "Do you want to talk about whatever it is?" she added. I shook my head, she sighed. "Ok, whenever you're ready I'll be there." she said wrapping her arms around me in a hug.