Sorry for the really short chapter. Hopefully my next chapter is longer. Give me a few days and by then i should have something new up. I try to do my best. This is one of my very first fan fictions so please be kind if you comment.- Gottaloveliterature(not releasing my name)I do not own Austin and Ally.

Ally

Austin's finger pointing to Trish and himself while saying, Well, that would not be being a good friend.

Ok. Well, what do you want to do now, since your keeping me company, I said sarcastically, having used air quotes when I said keeping me company.

I saw a piano when I walked in. Can we use it?, Austin said while he pointed to the front room where the dusty piano sat.

I nodded my head in agreement, while I recalled sweet memories of the piano. He slid easily on the glossy seat where I normally sat every afternoon, letting my fingers fly across the keys gracefully. He tapped the seat gently, calling my attention away from my thoughts.

Are you going to sit down?, he asked as Trish stood back like the piano would bite her.

Oh, umm, I don't know. You won't make fun of me if I play?, I asked sincerely.

Why would we laugh at you?, he asked me suspiciously.

I'm not sure. Just worried you will. I've got stage fright. Promise me you won't., I begged.

Fine. I won't. Promise., he had said while he held his arms up in defense.

Promise., Trish grumbled, still unhappy about me giving him a chance.

I slid uncomfortably behind the piano and right next to Austin. My hands hovered above the keys anxiously for a few moments and then I began. I got lost in my own little world of musical notes and lyrics. My hands slowly came to a stop, halting in place without hitting another note. I looked back to see Austin and Trish's jaws agape.

Was I really that bad?, I asked, wincing for an answer.

No. You were-, Trish began but Austin cut her off.

Wow, you were amazing!, he said breathlessly, still not taking his eyes from the keys where my hands had once lingered.

I blushed at his comment and looked down at my feet. I began to hear exquisite playing. I watched as Austin's hands flew from one chord to the next. Then it was my turn to be amazed.

Whoa. I didn't think you could play like that!, I exclaimed.

Trish didn't say a word.

Why ill take that as a compliment., he said, a cocky grin slowly started to take over his face.

How long have you played?, I asked in astonishment.

Since I was eight. How long have you played?, he said confidently.

Since like forever. My dad and mom have always been into music and so I learned to love it from them., I responded.

He seemed so invested in what I was saying. It was a good feeling to know someone cared about what I said. His hazel eyes glistened in the sunlight that came streaming through the windows. I couldn't help but melt in his eyes. Crap! What am I thinking? I couldn't like Austin I barely know him.

Umm, hello guys. Are you gonna say anything?, Trish asked as she pointed to Austin and I.

I realized Austin and I both weren't speaking. Just looking into each others eyes. It seemed really awkward after Trish pointed what we were doing out. I could see a blush appear on his face. I began to feel my cheeks burning. I was betting that they were between the pink on Austin's face or a scarlet color.

Let me borrow Ally for a second, Trish replied while pulling my hand and dragging me away from the piano.

Trish!, I yelped as we entered the dining room.

Do you like Austin?, she questioned.

No. Why would ask that?, I said, testing the waters.

Well I may not have liked him so much in the beginning but he truly seems like a nice guy. And I see the way he looks at you. The way you look at him., Trish said, poking me in the arm encouragingly.

Wait. You trust the guy now, I exclaimed.

Well yeah. If you can trust him, I can too., She mentioned happily.

I heard random piano keys being played. Then a door creaked open. Were we really playing for that long or has my dad come early?

Ok. I guess that makes sense, I told Trish, rushing past her to see who came through the front door.

I saw my dad coming down the main hall. Austin had gotten up from his spot by then and followed my father.

Hey honey! I'm going to be away for a few days at a harmonica convention. Sorry for such a late notice., he shouted from the kitchen.

What!? We just moved here. You can't leave me here by myself., I pleaded.

I'm sorry but I have to go. I'll be back before you know it., he said, entering the dining room.

Trish and Austin shifted awkwardly. The clock ticks seemed to be as loud as thunder. It read 6:00. The tension in the room as so thick you could cut it with a knife.

She could stay over at my place, Trish told my dad, raising her hand like she was in class.

He seemed uneasy about the idea but then finally said, Well alright. Ally go pack your bags.

Yes! I thought. I won't have to stay in this house by myself. I thought it was lonely without my mom. How could I live without my dad and my mom? Well, he will be back in a few days. I rushed up the stairs to my bright blue bedroom. I grabbed my duffel and put all the clothes I'd need for the next couple of days. Trish was really nice. I hope her family is too. Trish had followed me up the stairs and was in the doorway when she saw me putting my songbook/diary in my bag.

What's that?, she asked, pointing to my leather bound book.

I jumped practically out of my skin. I hate it when people surprise me like that. At least it's just Trish. I think she's going to be one of my best friends.

Oh, it's just my songbook/diary. P.S. Don't ever touch it!, I warned.

Don't worry. I don't like to read, she replied casually.

I slung the bag over my shoulder and sat it by the front door. Trish and I made our way back to the dining room were my dad and Austin were in a lively conversation about trumpets. I watched Austin's face light up as he talked and my dad actually minding his manners.

Well I thought that your friends could have dinner while their over!, my dad exclaimed a little to excitedly.

I'll call my dad to pick me up after, Austin mentioned before leaving the room.

Oh, I'll call my mom so we have a ride to my house., Trish said, following Austin's lead.

Set the table Ally. You better call me every night!, my dad hassled.

I will, I will, I told him while setting the silverware out on the table.

Our parents will pick us up after dinner is over, Austin and Trish said, taking their seats at the table.

Our dinner conversation went from school grades, musical instruments, and jobs. Trish talked all about the variety of places she's worked at. Has she been hired and fired a lot! Austin could play trumpet through another trumpet. It was unbelievable but he pulled two of my dads trumpets out and proved us wrong. We finished our dinner and as if on cue we heard two honks of a horn in the front yard.

Well I guess I'll get going, Austin said, pushed in his chair, and left.

Bye, Trish and I shouted.

Bye Ally's dad, Trish said, grabbing my wrist and shoving my bag into my hand.

Bye dad. See you in a few days!, I yelled nervously.

I grabbed my backpack off the couch. I believe I have everything I thought. I heard Trish's mom give another honk.

Come on. Lets get going, Trish told me from her car.

I stood on my porch, looking out at the car. I locked the front door and took a deep breath. Here goes nothing!