Hey People! I saw that I have quite a few followers now! You have no idea how happy that makes me! Considering I'm basically bedridden at the moment, I will provide you with another chapter! I have a twitter for you guys, StellaTheRebel; and a Facebook, Stella Luna. Follow and friend me, and I will wuv you forever. You can tell it's me because of the picture of the girl with blue hair. Please note that Stella Luna is my alias, but also who a lot of people know me as.

[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]

A month and a half passed with no Austin around. Ally believes that she has had the stomach flu for the past 2 weeks. She finds it odd that she has had it for this long, but brushes it off considering she hasn't been sick since she was 13, and she was 16 now. Today she has Trish over to help clean up the house. She actually hasn't been home for a month because her father hasn't been home for two months. He was still visiting in California, and would be for another month or two. She has either been staying with Trish or at Sonic Boom. It was weird not being around Austin at first, but she became used to it within two weeks. Trish is still her normal self, going from job to job on a daily basis. She tries to bring up what happened, but Ally got mean with her about it. While they were cleaning, [well Ally was, Trish was looking at a magazine] a wave of nausea hit Ally. Ally ran out of the room, with Trish following. Ally reached the bathroom just in time, because as soon as she reaches it, she hurls into the toilet. Trish comes in and holds her hair back.

"Ally, I have a theory, but you may not like it. It may explain the vomiting," she says calmly.

"What is it Trish? I just want to know," Ally replies, getting up from her knees and pulling her hair in a messy bun.

"I think you might, just might, be preg..."

"If you dare finish that word I will feed you to the wolves," she hisses.

"No Ally, you need to be sure! You might be pregnant! I will not watch you pretend that you are just dandy when you could be carrying Moon's baby."

"Shut up Trish! If you want me to be pregnant, you are really messed up. If you want me to check, you go buy the pregnancy test!"

"I already did. Now before you yell, when was the last time you had a period?"

"What the hell Trish! You can be such a bitch! Why didn't you try and talk about this earlier?!"

"Just answer the damn question!"

"I don't know! Two months ago!" She exclaimed. Then it clicks. Ally hasn't had her period for a while, not since before her night with Austin. "I don't want to take the test without Austin and me hanging out again. It'll be easier if we're friends and on speaking terms."

"For a smart girl, you're an idiot."

"Just call Austin."

"Fine," she says, already dialing his number. Ally sits and thinks of the possibilities. Yes, she loved Austin, but enough to raise a kid with him? Ally hears Trish on the phone. Ally rolls her eyes at what she hears.

"Austin, we wanna hang out today. I don't care if Dez has his hand stuck in a jar! This is more important! Damn, we'll help you get his hand unstuck! Happy?! We'll meet you at the food court. Tell Dez I said that he is still an idiot." Trish hangs up and comes back to tell Ally to fix her hair.

"Okay, you're going to help though."

"Fine. We are just going to talk about writing some more songs if possible, and try to get Dez's hand unstuck from a jar."

"Only Dez would do those idiotic kinds of things."

"I know."

"Just fix my hair and then we'll go."

"Whatever, Dez was complaining really loud on the phone. It was so annoying to hear."

"That's what we call a classic Dez. Now fix my hair."