AN: May I just say how thrilled I am with this fanfic. I had just planned it to be a little thing to throw my thoughts down on paper. Or rather, keyboard. When I published it, I didn't really expect anything. Until I woke up the next morning and I had at least twenty alerts and favorites. That happened for about a week. So I decided to add another chapter, just for you guys! :) This is Ally's POV.
To my reviewers:
I love you, I worship you, I adore you! (Anyone know what that's from? Answer at the bottom of the chapter...)
horsegal523: Thank you! It's because of people like you that I'm continuing this. ;)
readergirl13: What words to describe my best buddy ever supporting me? Hmm... THANK YOU VERY MUCH! :D
Miss. Sophiaa: Thank you! This was one of the first fics I wrote, and I'm actually very impressed not only with the fic itself, but the response I got from those of you reading.
idancecrazy: Thanks!
awesomefanficlova: Thank you! That's exactly what you're about to read... And you may find out. ;) Read on to find out why... ;)
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Austin&Ally, despite how much I wish I did. If I could, I would just shove them in a closet and say, "ADMIT YOUR FEELINGS!", then I would slam the door. And then get a nice big tub of ice cream and watch the monitor set up to the camera I have in there...
Dear Diary,
It's raining.
Rain is a rare sight in Maimi. I think it's the sky crying for me.
But you know what?
I want to cry. Cry in a corner until I run out of tears. Why did I do this to myself? I wanted to be with Austin, I really did! But I guess it just wasn't the right time... Or was it?
Nevertheless, Austin showed me that he wasn't interested either. He made himself orange and very sweaty just to explain that to me. Honestly, those really are a turn-off. Trish told me to put those on purpose, so I could try and forget him. But it didn't work.
I don't really have a crush on Dallas. When I wrote about Dallas, or so Austin and Dez think, I really was writing about Austin. But of course you know that.
Ugh, here I go again. I talk to inanimate objects when I'm upset. But I guess that's what you do with a diary. You talk to it, and it listens to you.
Anyway, I want Austin to like me. I don't want him to go finding all my turn-offs and getting me not to like him! When he was orange and sweaty, however hilarious it may have seemed, it made my heart break in half for a minute. Because loving him was all I had ever known. And it was all I had ever wanted.
But clearly he doesn't see me like that.
I want to go outside and sing in the rain.
Where no one can see me, of course.
Your friend,
Ally
AN: Hope you guys enjoyed! So, here we go...
The quote was from 42nd Street, specifically from the scene containing "Getting to be a Habit with Me". A favorite of mine. :)
Now here's the major thing:
If I get TWENTY more reviews, I will turn this fic into a story. The chapters will be much longer though, I swear. Wouldn't that be awesome? Thought so. ;) So get people to read! Reccomend me to your friends! Please?
-Hannah
