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Hi guys! Zoey Starz here (obviously). I just wanted to thank all my followers and reviewers, I am so excited how quickly people have responded. So special thanks too: Martsiclover, Notebookinherlap,TeamRomanForever, paula2277m,IloveR5adnRaura and finally the guest reviewer. Alright I'm rambling now so here is chapter 2!

I quickly dialed the number on the note and waited as the phone rang.

"Hello?" asked Austin's voice.

"Er, hi, its Ally, from the coffee shop," I said quickly. I could almost sense his face lighting up.

"Hi Ally!" He said brightly.

"Hi Austin. . . You said for me too call so. . . I did." I said, not really sure if it sounded really bad or not.

"Well Ally, if you want, I was wondering if you wanted too go too the beach with me on Saturday!" He said happily.

"Alright Austin, I'll meet you there at six, okay?" I said with a small smile on my face.

"Okay see you then!" he exclaimed, and my smile got even wider at his enthusiasm. He hung up, and I smirked at the phone. I had another phone call too make, and it wasn't too Austin.

"OMG he asked you out!" exclaimed my short Latina friend on the other end of the phone.

"Yeah, Yeah, Trish, its really exciting and all but I need your help on what too wear!" I said worriedly.

I could almost see her smirk from the other end.

"On it! I'll be right over," she smirked, than she hung up.

I sighed and sat down on my bed, and traced the golden treble clef stitched carefully on by the hands of my mother. It was so beautiful, and I smiled at the feel of the thread under my thin fingertips. I really wish she. . .well, she's not very reachable these days. She just sits in her room, and I ignore her. It works.

DING DONG! screamed the doorbell, awakening me from my deep thoughts. I walk down the stairs and on the doorstep stands my best friend Trish, a humungous smile on her face.

She got right to business, taking me by the arm and dragging me to my bedroom. She opened my closet doors wide, than she turned and asked "Where are you two going?"

"The beach," I replied. "At six,"

She nodded comprehendingly then pretty much dove into my closet, searching for the perfect outfit.

"Aha!" she yelled, as she strode proudly out of my closet. In her hands was a pretty little white dress with a very light brown embroidery lining the bottom. It was short, about too my knees, with spaghetti strap sleeves. The embroidery was of big curly-cues reaching up the dress, and when I tried on the dress, it perfectly complemented my eyes.

Than I looked at my dresser and saw a thin white hairband with a white flower on the side.

My eyes widened and I stretched it over my forehead.

"Perfect!" I whispered.

Trish gasped. "It looks amazing, Ally!" she exclaimed, and I smiled and turned toward Trish.

"Now all there is too do is wait for six o'clock!" I said happily, than Trish sat me down on a stool and said "There is no way I am letting you go on a date without me doing your hair she exclaimed, and I smiled.

This was going to be a very interesting date.