A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed, I love you all. This chapter has also been changed. It took a lot of seriousness because I was playing Acne Song by Charlie McDonnell (charlieissocoollike) and I couldn't help but keep singing.

The next morning, Ally made her way to Sonic Boom in a hushed rush before reaching the two thick glass doors she saw every day. The second she touched the doorknob, she saw something different. It was Austin standing inside messing with something. Quietly, she watched as he played with it, giggling at times he did. Then he accidentally dropped it to the ground and Ally realized it was her song book. She dove under his legs and took it. Austin looked at her perplexed before blushing like mad. "I'm sorry. I saw it lying around and I got curious-" "It's okay. Just don't touch it again?" She asked. He nodded vigorously. Then she set the book on the counter, turning back to Austin. "So what are you doing here?" She asked. He looked up at her, because he was staring at his shoes. "I thought I'd come by and say… hey. And… I missed… the instruments! I mean there are so many!" He said, touching many of the instruments for emphasis. Ally smiled and led him upstairs to her music room. "I don't know if you'd want to, but I wanted you to hear something."

Ally showed him the tiny music room she owned, he smiled at everything. It wasn't all that great, seeing as it was a puke brown color, and the only instrument in the room was a piano, and the other side of the room belonged to her dad and his office. "Cool. I love this room." He says, sitting at the piano. At first, Ally was skeptical at letting him near it, but loosened up when the keys began to fall in sync and a song she knew very well played through. He held his breath as he was beginning to sing,

"No, It don't, come easy. No, it don't, come fast. Lock me up inside your garden. Take me to, the river side.

Fire, burning me up. Desire, taking me so much, higher. And leading him home."

Ally couldn't help but a crack a smile at the boy. The song was rather lovely. She sat next to him, right on time as she began,

"There you were, in your black dress. Moving slow, to the sadness. I could watch you dance for hours. I could take you by my side.

Fire, burning me up. Desire, taking me so much, higher. And leading him home."

Austin looked to her with such passion, she was blushing cherry red and she didn't even have to look to see it. Soon, the hardest part came up. Neither Austin nor Ally knew if they'd sound terrible or good.

"Fire, turning me on. Desire, taking me so much, higher. And leading me home…"

They both harmonized, loosing breath every few seconds of holding the note. Finally, they let it go. Smiling as their voices neither faltered or wavered. And in these few moments, Ally could just feel how much she wanted to kiss Austin. It was always something she wanted to do. But her little crush was never fulfilled because Austin moved away for a little while to Los Angeles. When he came back, however, she didn't even notice. Which was weird. Very weird. Ally found herself wondering how she never ever saw Dez nor Austin even though they'd been going to the same school since Freshman year. Austin finished the song and they clapped excitedly. "You're good." Ally complimented. It was Austin's turn for his cheeks to go red. "Well, if I could write songs like you, trust me, I'd be rocking out on stage every night." He said dreamily, as if writing a song was the hardest thing in the world. "Well, maybe I could write you a song." Ally said. What am I thinking? Ally thought as the last word came from her mouth. Austin cheered up instantly, enveloping the girl in a bone crushing hug, but Ally didn't mind. She loved hugs. Especially Austin hugs. When he finally pulled away, he smirked. "Here's my number and my address," Austin announced as he pulled an old music sheet off the top of the piano and began to write his information down, "Text me if you want to write a song. It'd be pretty cool catching up with you, Allygator." He said before ruffling her hair and leaving the room. Ally looked at the door happily as she touched the top of the piano for her songbook. But it wasn't there. She stood to her feet, knocking the piano bench clear across the room. But Ally didn't care. Her songbook was missing.

Austin's POV

Austin rushed down the steps in an absolute happiness. He just sang a song with Ally Dawson. He probably sounded like a fan girl dying over One Direction or Justin Bieber, but he couldn't help it. The crush really did develop into love. Everything Ally did made him want to scoop her up and kiss her. What with the blushing, the giggling, and the singing… it was all too perfect and surreal for Austin Moon. As Austin traveled toward the door, a brown and pink book caught his eye. He examined closely to see that it was Ally's songbook on the counter still. He looked at it with interest. I shouldn't. I really shouldn't. And that's what Austin Moon stole Ally Dawson's song book.

Ally's POV

Ally lay in her really purple room, tossing yet another pillow at her door. She was still very distraught over the fact that her songbook/journal/life was missing. Maybe some thieving menace took it to ruin Ally. Maybe they plan to use all her dirty little secrets against her, unless she traded it in for all the money at Sonic Boom, or maybe- "Sweetie, it's almost 10:00, you sure you don't want dinner?" Her dad said, peering through the double set doors. Ally lifted her head high to see her dad, looking at her suspiciously. "Yep, I'm a little too frazzled to eat." Ally mentioned, turning back to her nails as if they were the crown jewels or something. "...I know a good dad should ask what's up, but-" In less than a second, Mr. Dawson was gone. Ally wanted to write a song for Austin, and it had to be perfect. But the fact that she had no songbook, no way of writing… it made her less than sick. You're probably thinking, why can't she just go ahead and write it on paper? It's because even if Ally could write the song, it wouldn't be the same. She used her songbook for all kinds of things. Inspiration, thoughts, just anything. She couldn't write a song without her songbook. She never was good at expressing her feelings, so she wrote songs instead...this song had to tell Austin how she felt about him, tomorrow or nothing. And if that meant writing some piece of crap on paper, then gosh darn it she was going to write it.

A/N: I'm not sure why, but I ended it here because I thought it was alright. Gonna change chapter three next.