Once Dez and I have all of our bags and suitcases at the front door, I go back to my room to look around. It pretty much looks the same as it did – posters around the room, pictures of Ally, Dez, Trish and I and one rather large picture of me planting a kiss on Ally's cheek when her mom came home from Africa.

I loved that picture. As much as I wanted to pull it off the wall and take it with me, I had a smaller version in my wallet that would suffice. Plus I'll have the real Ally with me.

I sigh in happiness and go back downstairs where Dez is laying on the couch, desperately trying to not fall asleep again. Normally I'd share his distaste at the 5 am sun, but today I was too excited to care. Just then, I receive a text from Ally.

On our way :) it says. Do you want a coffee or anything?

"Coffee?" I ask Dez, startling him.

"Hmm? From where?" he asks.

"Probably Starbucks."

"Oh, sure a tall Chocolate Cookie Crumble Frap," he says excited.

"Oh, that sounds amazing! Two of those," I say as I type the order to Ally.

Okay, xx

"Oh, baby," my mom rushes in to the living room, sobbing. "I'm going to miss you so much!" She tries to calm her breathing.

"Mom," I sigh. "You know I'm going to miss you, too. But I'm going to be okay. I'll call you after every show," I assure her, kissing her cheek.

"Every night," she corrects me.

"Every show."

"Fine," she gives up. "But call me any other time if you just want to hear my voice. Whenever, okay? I don't care if it's 3:30 in the morning. You want me – call me." She smiles.

I grin at her. "Of course, Mom."

Just then my phone rings. The caller ID says 'Jimmy'. I answer the call. "Hey, Jimmy," I greet him.

"Hey, Austin, I'm on my way in a few minutes. Are your dancers ready?"

"Yeah, their bus is still at one of their houses waiting for dismissal."

"Okay," he says. "See you soon."

"Okay," I say happily and hang up.

A few minutes later, Ally and Trish come through the door carrying the coffees. Trish appears to have gotten the same thing as Dez and I, but Ally went for something pink.

"Strawberries & Crème Frap," she explains.

I nod in understanding and pull her in to a hug. I kiss her forehead before pulling away to try my drink. It was incredible.

"Wow," Dez says, voicing my thoughts. "I love these."

We all sit on the couches as Ally's dad brings the girls' luggage to the door and talks happily – however sleepily – with my parents.

"I still can't believe it," I say, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Me neither," Trish agrees.

"I'm just so excited. How long did this take plan? It's incredible," Ally says in between sips.

"I don't know, probably a while. But he's Jimmy Starr, nothing is too complicated for him," Dez says.

We laugh.

ALLY'S POV

There's a light knock on the door. We look up to see Jimmy there, smiling. "You kids ready?" he asks excitedly.

Austin bounces up, the effects of the coffee already taking their toll. "Of course," he exclaims.

We all stand, too and make our way to the two of them.

"Oh," Trish exclaims. She walks over to Austin's kitchen table and pulls a coffee from the tray. "Caramel Macchiato, right?" she asks Jimmy.

"Yeah," he nods in approval.

She grins and hands him the coffee.

"Thanks," he smiles. "Alright, let's go." We all go through the door and see our luggage waiting for us, as well as this over-the-top tour bus that says "Austin Moon" with a big picture of him performing on it.

Austin shrieks while the three of us just gawk. "I can't believe this!" I walk up being him and hug his shoulder. He looks at me and wraps me in a warm and strong hug. "Thank you, Ally," he whispers in to my hair.

"Me?" I ask, astonished. "For what?"

He pulls back and looks at me. "For everything," he says. "For forgiving me when I accidentally took your song. For helping me write another one. For accepting me and encouraging me. For being the best friend I could ask for. For being the best girlfriend. For loving me when I didn't love myself. Thank you for being you, Ally-gator."

I feel a blush quickly cover my face. "You're welcome. You know I love you, right?"

He grins. "I love you, too, baby. I love you, too."

"Yeah, yeah," Trish butts in, laughing. "Save it for the tour."

We laugh and separate.

"Come here, Ally," my dad calls, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. I go and hug him tightly. "I'm going to miss you so much."

"I'll miss you, too, Dad," I say. "I'll call you every couple nights. Probably after every show. I promise."

"Okay, sweetie. Have a fun trip." He pulls away. "All of you have a good trip." My friends grin. "And Austin? Take care of my baby."

I groan. "Dad..."

Austin laughs. He comes up beside me and says, "I will, Mr. Dawson. I promise."

They hug briefly and we say our final goodbyes before stepping in to the bus. It was huge on the outside but it seemed even bigger once we were in it. It was a deep blue with accented t u on the furniture. Jimmy seemed to have thought of everything – orange was Austin's favourite colour.

There were bunks already set up for us. Austin and I were on top of each bunk, Dez and Trish on the bottoms. Trish hated top bunks on beds. Dez really didn't care.

I think the part Austin and I liked the most, though, was the mini recording studio. It was small and quaint and cute. Austin and I had our own chairs with our names on them.

This was going to be great.