A/N: Hey! Okay! So I am very happy because of the reviews I got for the last chapter! You guys are awesome! I would posted this chappie yesterday but I had to find a song that fit with the chapter. The chapter names are basically the song names! I hope you enjoy this chapter! I made it longer than the last!

Disclaimer: Again, I do not own Austin and Ally. Or any songs in this chapter. I just own the plot. That's all. :)

Chapter Two: Innocent

Ally's P.O.V.

"Okay! That's the last box Ally! Thank you for the help!" My dad told me. Shortly after singing my song, my dad called me downstairs to start packing the dishes. When I walked downstairs all of the large furniture had been moved into the large living room. Wow, they must have been pretty fast, I had thought. When I was putting away the dishes the moving men moved my furniture into my room.

"Any day dad!" I said, giving him a peck on the cheek. I stood up from my place on the kitchen table. "I'll just be in my room unpacking okay?" I said.

"Okay Ally." He said before going back to unpacking framed photos onto a shelf on a wall opposite to the sink. I walked up stairs and into my room, shutting the door behind me. I made sure the key to my room was still in the pocket of my dress, it was. I looked around to see a mess of furniture and boxes. My twin sized bed was set on the left corner, pushed against the wall, my nightstand right next to it. A chest was set down at the foot of the bed. Leaning against the piano bench was a bulletin board, empty of all of its pictures and memories of my life before this one. My desk was set right in the middle of the two windows on the main wall opposite of the door. The perfect amount of sunlight was shining on the desk. My old computer was set down on top of the large light brown desk. The monitor and printer under the desk.

I walked over to it and pulled the cord into the old outlet in the wall. Slowly it zoomed to life. I clicked on the username AllyGater and soon I was looking at the picture that was my back ground. The picture was taken by my dad two years ago when I was 14. I had braces that I had taken off weeks later and my hair was flapping in the wind. Beside me with her arms wrapped tight around me, was my mom. Her smile bright and her hair identical to mine flapping in the breeze too. We both looked happy, but most of all she didn't look in pain. Little did I know that she was going to get very ill and die only three months later.

We had taken that picture at the beach, only a mile away from out home in Miami. I think that the main reason dad wanted to go was because if we stayed it would be too much. We came here to get away from the pain. And grief.

But apparently it came here with us. I wipe away a stray tear that fell down my cheek. I still miss her. I will always miss her.

I click on the internet before anymore tears can fall. I sign into my email and see one new message from my only friend in Miami. Tillie. Her username is HaterGirl because she hates a lot of things. Luckily I'm not one of those people or things.

To: Ally-Gater

From: HaterGirl

Hey Ally! How is Rochester, Minnesota? Have you seen any cute boys lately? Are you settled in yet? Tell me! Miss you like a tons!

-Tille 3

I smiled, Tillie was boy crazy. I clicked reply.

To: HaterGirl

From: Ally-Gater

Hey Tillie! Rochester is a nice town. It's not too big, and it's not too small. I saw the school that I'm going to be going to for the next two years. I'm probably going to be tortured! I've seen one cute boy! But don't go freaking out on me! He's not my type. He's more of a basketball star kind of boy. Well he looked that way . . . I prefer the dark haired dreamy kind. We finally settled in. The house is really cool! It has that older but not too old kind of look. My room is the best room in the house! Well I think so! It's the attic and it has this beautiful black grand piano! I played a song on it. I'm starting to feel like I could actually be happy here. I miss you more!

-Ally

I clicked send and got up walking over to a stack of boxes. I open the box up and start putting books on the built in shelf that is right next to my desk. After that I put away my bedspread and pillows. My bedspread is a purple flower and vine design. I hear a beep, alarming me that I have a new email. I walk over to my desk again and click read.

To: Ally-Gater

From: HaterGirl

That's cool! I'm going to have to visit! A cute boy? TELL ME EVERYTHING! Are you in love? Did he kiss you? Is he your soulmate? You get your own piano? Awesome! When are you going to open up the store your dad bought? What's it called again?

-Tillie

Oh boy. At the mention of a boy she automatically thinks I'm going out with him. The usual Tillie. But I've never actually gone out with anyone. No guys have ever liked me. Unless you want to count the creepy guys who stares at girls when they pass by the hallway. Ew.

To: HaterGirl

From: Ally-Gater

You SO have to visit! Uh, oh. I shouldn't have said anything. I am NOT in love. I didn't even talk to him! I DID NOT KISS HIM! And he's defiantly not my soul mate! He's just my neighbor two houses down. I just smiled at him. THAT'S ALL. I know! I'm happy I have my own piano finally! It's going to help me with writing songs. We're going to open up in a week or so. The store is at the mall and it's called Sonic Boom. I'm so excited for the opening! And I get to work there too! I finally get a paying job!

-Ally

I sigh. At least I get to talk to Tillie. I have no idea if I'm going to have any friends here but at least I have Tillie. Even if she's not here with me. How am I going to make friends? Well there's Blonde Boy two houses down . . . I blush remembering his charming smile. You haven't even talked to him Ally! I tell myself. How could you ever be his friend? You're too shy to even talk to a cute waiter! I remember going to a café with my dad in Miami. There was a really cute waiter and when he asked me what I wanted I just stuttered and let my dad order for me. I was so embarrassed.

I shut down my computer. I've had enough for today. I really don't want Tillie to go into detail about how I should find a boyfriend. I get up and look outside the window looking out into the front yard. It's starting to sprinkle. I'm going outside.

I always go outside when it starts to rain. I grab a cardigan and walk downstairs. Where I find my dad sleeping on the kitchen table, clutching a picture of my mom. Newspapers are on the floor and empty boxes are everywhere. I grab my keys (I put my bedroom key on a ring) but forget an umbrella. It probably won't rain that much.

I walk outside the door, cringing when the door squeaks loudly. I look back, my dad is still asleep. He must be so tired driving all the way from Florida. I walk down the driveway, glad I traded my sandals for sneakers.

I take a deep breath, breathing in the smell of rain. I let a few raindrops splatter my face before I walk down the road.

I pass by Blonde Boy's house and see that he went inside. I was hoping to see him. I shrug and keeping walking down the road.

I wonder if I'll make any friends at school. I start going to school next week. I have no idea how I'm going to make it. I'll probably just be Ally Dawson. The girl that you probably saw in the hallway, but she was so shy that she blended in with the lockers. I sigh. I'm tired of being the shy, new girl. I want to be popular-. Scratch that, being shy is better than being a mean, snobby slut. I would never want to be that.

The rain starts coming down a tad harder, staining my cardigan with dark splotches. I wasn't paying attention to where I was or what street I was on. I pull out my song book and climb into a tree. I start humming. I song when I'm confused about something, or when I'm upset.

I guess you really did it this time.

Left yourself in your war path.

Lost your balance on a tightrope.

Lost your mind trying to get it back.

Wasn't it easier in your lunch box days?

Always a bigger bed to crawl into.

Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything?

And everybody believed in you?

It's all right just wait and see.

Your string of lights is still bright to me, oh.

Who you are is not where you've been

You're still an innocent.

Did some things you can't speak of.

But at night you'll live it all again.

You wouldn't be shattered on the floor now.

If only you would see what you know now, then.

Wasn't it easier in your firefly-catching days?

And everything out of reach, someone bigger brought down to you?

Wasn't it beautiful runnin' wild 'till you fell asleep?

Before the monsters caught up to you?

It's all right, just wait and see.

Your string of lights is still bright to me, oh.

Who you are is not where you've been.

You're still an innocent.

It's okay, life is a tough crowd.

42* and still growing up now.

Who you are is not what you did.

You're still an innocent.

Time turns flames to embers.

You'll have new Septembers.

Every one of us has messed up too.

Lights change like the weather.

I hope you remember,

Today is never too late to, be brand new.

It's all right, just wait and see.

Your string of lights is still bright to me, oh.

Who you are is not where you've been.

You're still an innocent.

Its okay, life is a tough crowd.

42 and still growing up now.

Who you are is not where you've been.

You're still an innocent.

You're still an innocent.

Lost you're balance on a tightrope.

It's never too late to get it back.

I wrote that song for my dad.

After my mom died two years ago, my dad changed a lot.

It really messed him up. I sigh. I wish I could help him.

"I really like that song." Says a voice. I jump and look up to see Blonde Boy standing under the same tree as me. I tried not to gasp at his sudden appearance. He heard me sing? No one but my dad, mom, and Tillie have heard me sing before.

I didn't know what to say to him; I was even more shocked when he sat down a couple of feet away.

"But it's kinda sad." He added.

I didn't know why, but I actually spoke. "I made it for my dad." Why did I just do that?

He looked a little shocked. "You made that song?" He asked me. I nodded. "It's really good!" he told me, "And you have a pretty good voice." I blushed. No boy has ever told me that I had a good voice. Probably because I've never sung in front of a boy before.

"T-thank you." I stutter.

He tried grabbing my song book. I pulled it away and gave him a glare. "Don't touch my book." I said playfully. He smiled and put his hands up in surrender.

"So where did you move from?" He asked me.

"Miami." I said.

"Miami? And you moved here?" He shook his head. "I would have stayed in Miami if I were you. The weather here is always gloomy." I smiled.

"We came here because my dad bought a business. And we wanted a new start. So how did you find me?" I asked him.

"Oh, well I was jogging and I heard you singing. I like jogging in this weather. Got any siblings?" he asked. I was shocked, when he didn't just get up and go and leave. Most people don't want to hear more about me. He's just being neighborly Ally.

"Uh, no. I'm an only child. It's just my dad and I." I said.

"Oh, where's your mom?" he asked me. My heart started thumping loudly in my chest and I couldn't stop the tears from forming in my eyes. When he asked me that question, it was like I was snapped back to the present. I was no longer in my fantasy land talking to a really cute boy. I was sitting down under a tree telling a cute stranger, whose name I didn't even know, about my life. I got up and brushed off leaves and dirt from my dress. My cardigan was damp with rain.

"Uh, I gotta go." I mumbled. I ducked out from under the tree and started walking away from the tree. Away from my house. I should have gone towards my house, but I couldn't pass blonde boy again.

"Wait!" Shouted blonde boy. I didn't look back. I just walked. It started raining even harder. Just my luck.

Within five minutes I was completely soaked through. My teeth chattering. I looked at the street sign. Kiowa street. Where was that? Where was I? I was lost, and the news sunk in chilling me to the bone.

Then I remembered that I never left a note for my dad. I never told him how long I was going to be gone and what I was going to be doing. He had no idea where I was going to be. And he had no idea where I was going to be. And he had no idea where to look for me.

I turned left hoping that that was the way home. I couldn't believe that I didn't stay. I could've just told him. I shouldn't have run away. There goes my chance of having a friend.

I thought about going to someone's house to ask for directions, but my pride was too stubborn. A black truck passed by and sprayed me with more water, soaking me even more, if that's possible. I cursed under my breath as the truck kept on driving.

Soon I was at a park. I sat down at a bench seeing that there were no trees. I thought about hiding under the slide, but just shook my head at the silly thought. I thought of my mom, and how she would have told me to not be so shy and to talk him. I couldn't help it, I started sobbing. It hurt so much that I clutched my sides and sobbed. I didn't care if anyone saw me. I couldn't hold it in anymore. Sometimes I hide it, but every once in a while I can't hold it in anymore. Sometimes I'll just sob and sob until I run out of tears.

My sides start throbbing with pain. I slid to the ground, not caring about the mud I was sitting in. Sobs wracked my body as I lay down. Letting to rain mix with my salty tears. I would have lay there and cried but I knew that I had to get home. I searched my pockets for my phone. My wet fingers fumbling to get the phone open, I dropped it on the ground and swore out loud.

I ran my hands along the muddy ground and saw nor felt anything. Why did I have to buy a brown cover with flowers?

My hands bumped into something red. I looked more closely and saw that they were sneakers, soaked with water. Those sneakers were attached to dark, water soaked jeans. I kept looking up; this person was wearing a light blue shirt, completely soaked through. I looked at his face and gasped, it was blonde boy. His hair was wet and plastered to his head. Water was running from his bangs and into his eyes. In one of his hands was my phone.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I didn't answer him.

I tried to scramble to my feet but failed and just slipped on my butt, splashing mud everywhere. He offered me his hand but I denied it and tried to get up again. I fell again, this time he grabbed my arm (gently) and lifted me up. I was still freezing but I could feel his heat radiating off of him. How was he not cold? I wanted to lean into his warmth but thought better of it. I didn't even know him; I grabbed my elbows, hugging myself. He noticed and untied the hoodie around his waist and handed it to me. I shook my head and started walking off.

"Wait!" He yelled, grabbing my arm again. Something in me snapped.

"I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you better back off! You don't know anything about me! And I don't want you sympathy!" I shrugged off his arm and walked into the middle of the road.

But I didn't see the large truck coming my way.

The Last thing I remember is something knocking me out of the way and my head slamming into the concrete sidewalk.

Then everything went black.

A/N: Did you like it? Please tell me! I worked pretty hard on this chapter! That song was Innocent by Taylor Swift. I just think her songs are perfect for this fanfic!

*I changed 32 to 42. Because her dad isn't that young! Lol. Please review!

~Ms. Smilee!