Based on the promo for Albums & Audtions. This will be a two shot because it's 5AM and I hate my life.
I do not own Austin & Ally.
So tomorrow, Ally was leaving. Her flight was early in the morning so she could arrive in New York by the afternoon and move into her new room at her new school in a new state. But it was her dream, and she had supported his for the past year.
Tomorrow, Austin will be watching. He'll watch her load the car with her bags. He'll watch her check off—too many times—her list of things to bring. He'll watch her go through customs at the airport. He'll watch her leave.
So today was their last day. The four friends planned a going away party for Ally in the center of the mall and invited everyone. Employees from every store and random people they've maybe talked to once in school—everyone. Austin knew Ally didn't like the spotlight, but he couldn't imagine her leaving without knowing how important she was to him. Or to everyone, he means.
He stood on the stage he'd be performing on later that night. He watched Dez fiddle with the control for the screen that would come down. He watched Trish sit in a director's chair as she yelled at the band to set up their instruments. He couldn't move.
Dez carefully watched the screen go up and down, making sure all the controls worked perfectly. This video was the most important thing he'd ever made; more important than his first movie, Claws Dun Dun Dun, and more important than the documentary for his film class. He needed everything to be perfect.
Trish sat in the chair and yelled at the band as if they were actually doing something wrong. Normally she would help out at least a little bit. Her job as Austin's manager was the only one she'd kept throughout the past months, and it was the only one she'd actually enjoyed. But today, she didn't want to enjoy anything. She felt wrong.
And then there was Ally.
"Buddy, you should start your vocal warm ups. The show starts in an hour." Dez's words spilled from his mouth, laced with sadness. Austin nodded without looking at his friend; he just kept his gaze on the empty space which would be filled with a crowd later that night. It would be the last crowd Ally would be in for awhile, maybe forever.
Next, he found himself at the bottom of the stairs in Sonic Boom. He didn't feel like he had moved, but clearly he had. He felt as though he was underwater. There were people talking around him, but their conversations sounded muffled and they mixed together to create a low humming sound in his ears. He stared at the steps in front of him. What if this was the last time he would walk up the stairs to the practice room, knowing Ally would be there? What if next time, he walked into an empty room?
He finally moved his legs, but he took the stairs one by one.
And then there was Ally.
She sat on the desk chair they had set up next to the sound board. She held her wrinkled book in her small hands, and she was just simply reading it. She wasn't furiously scribbling down her emotions or doodling something in the margins, but instead she was flipping through the pages and remembering every single moment that had sparked the words she'd written.
"Hey," Austin whispered. He didn't want to disturb her, although there was so much he wanted to tell her. She looked up for a moment, but then brought her gaze back down to her book. She couldn't speak a word.
So Austin started his warm ups on his own. He tried not to watch Ally as she continued reading. He tried not to notice the way her hair covered her face and how she wouldn't pull it back. But he did. After awhile, he couldn't take it anymore.
"What if you just didn't go?" Austin said before he could stop himself. "Wait, that's not what I meant. I mean, I don't want you to go, but you should go, but I wish you didn't have to go, but it's your dream so you need to go, and—"
"Austin," Ally said calmly, although there were tears streaking her cheeks behind her curtain of hair. "I'm going. I can't let something like missing my friends stand in the way of this opportunity. And besides, it's only for a year. I'll be back next summer."
"But I'll miss you." Their eyes finally met and he wished he could tell her everything, but he didn't want her to think he was trying to guilt her into staying. She needed to follow her dreams.
"I'll miss you too. Trust me, I don't think a day will go by without me thinking of you, or Trish, or Dez." Her lip quivered and she held his gaze for a few more beats before looking back down, so he would know she meant what she said.
"I'm going to go rehearse with the band," Austin responded. He wasn't good with goodbyes.
"Okay, we'd like to take this time to play a special video that Austin, Trish, and I made for our best friend, Ally," Dez spoke, holding the microphone with two hands. "We're really going to miss you." He handed the microphone back to Austin and used his controller to bring the screen down. Austin grabbed his guitar.
Ally stood front and center in the crowd and she couldn't believe what she was seeing. A year ago, she had one friend that she really cared about. Her and Trish understood each other and she used to think how she was glad she didn't have a large group of friends that all thought differently. And now, in this moment, she watched little snippets of herself laughing with Dez, Austin, and Trish. She watched as Trish and Austin held up signs saying "We'll miss you." She watched as Dez searched the shelves beneath the counter for Ally's book, and as the camera turned around to Austin smiling and laughing.
And while the video played, Austin sang a new song Ally had never heard before. She was stunned that he had written something by himself, and that it was about her. He couldn't write a song for Cassidy, even though he said she was 'unlike any other girl he'd met before,' but Austin could write a song about Ally.
"There's no way I can make it without you, do it without you, be here without you." Austin was staring right into Ally's eyes and she felt as if she was going to cry all over again. She didn't want to leave.
The four friends walked into Sonic Boom after it had closed and up to the practice room for their last night together. Trish was still trying to deny the fact that Ally was leaving and Dez was still trying to make everything perfect, and he asked Ally if she wanted anything to eat or drink about nine times. Austin was still silent.
"I think you can make it without me," Ally said to Austin while Trish and Dez started arguing over what movie to watch. She smiled at him, trying to reassure him that this next year would be fine.
"No, I really can't." He stared into her eyes, and his darkened. How could she say something like that? How could she act like it would be fine?
"You wrote that song. You won't need me forever," she replied, although each word sounded sadder as she went. What if she came back and Austin really didn't need her anymore? What if he, Trish, and Dez continued being friends and then everything would feel different when she came back? What if they weren't still friends next year?
"Just because I wrote a song doesn't mean I don't need you, Ally." He spoke quietly and his voice quivered at the end. He took a slow breath and continued, "I'll always need you."
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Again, there will be another chapter so hold your horses.