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Sonic Boom - Saturday 7th July 2012

As Trish breathes heavily, I glance at her and I have to bite my lip hard to stifle my laughter, although it was hard. Trish had gotten over here pretty

fast and it seemed she only had time to put on her signature animal print {zebra today} hot pants and seemed to be wearing her cheetah night top

with a black top and white cardigan over it. Her hair was still in rollers and in converse were held in her hand, while on her feet were fluffy rabbit

slippers. "What", she asked glaring at me, and I gestured to her very unusual attire, which she just rolled her eyes at. "Hey, you didn't call me here to

just criticize my clothing did you? She asked, but knew the answer. The whole reason she had come over here was because of what I had said: Code

Violet. You see, a couples years ago when Trish and I were still in Junior High, and were probably like twelve, her older sister went through a massive

heartbreak and became a mess. Trish and I both knew it would bound to happen sometimes when we were older, so we decided to make a book with

every possible relationship crisis that you could be in and make a solution for each. We both knew it was weird, but we thought it would be usual. As

Trish caught her breathe a little more, I suggested we go up to the practice room to talk in private, but besides that, Trish needed to seriously change

and needed a glass of water, which she couldn't have done here, because I couldn't stand eating or drinking in the store. Hopping up the steps, taking

two at a time with Trish following behind me, I make my way into the large stylish practice room. As I headed to the fridge to grab two bottles of

vitamin water, Trish slipped off the cheetah pajama top and slippers and more the normal clothes and Converse. It was then, as I handed a bottle of

water to Trish that I saw her book.

I was surprised that she still had it, because to be honest she wasn't the /best/ of keeping books. With a smile, I took the book from her, and skimmed

through the old but wisdom filled pages. Well with enough wisdom that two twelve year old girls could have. My book was at home, in a special memory

trinket box, my mom had given me before she died. Glancing at the page of the book, I finally see one with a violet marker coming out it and hand the

book back to Trish. She cleared her throat and began to read. "Code Violet - when you have a crush on two boys but you started crushing on them at

different times, and one you're close to and the other you aren't and you are super mega confused and weird ed out", she read and then frowned.

"Wow, we really did think of /every/ possible outcome didn't we", she said and giggled, causing me to do so as well. The book had taken has months to

finish, and it was all written my hand in sparkly purple gel pen. " Yup", I answer her and then sigh. Okay, so we knew my problem, but what was the

solution. "So, what is the brilliant solution to this problem?", I ask Trish who looks back at the book. Reading through it quietly she turns to me. " It just

says 'deal with it'", she said and then grinned brightly. "That was /so/ my doing", she announced proudly and I groaned. I thought this book might

have the answers to all my questions. Trish could tell I was upset, and knew she generally wasn't good around 'sad' people, and was bad at

comforting, so she'd said she'd go find her new job and come back with a treat or something. I smiled at her weakly as she left and I got up and

after getting my book, I trudge over to the practice room piano. Something came over me, and I began pouring out lyrics and and music, sort of

having this weird feeling inside me. I wrote the lyrics down in my book and began playing the music, so engrossed in the process, that I didn't notice

someone standing at the doorway. "I'm the one in the corner of the room, the one you never notice..", my voice began sweetly, and progressed

throughout the song even sweeter. Pressing my slender fingers on the shiny white keys, I play the last few chords of the song and jump when I hear a

loud applaud, and my head turns immediately to the doorway and I shoot up when I see the person: Austin.

"Wow, Ally that was amazing", he said and came over and gave me a small hug. My entire body seemed to turn to jelly, but I decided I'd have to keep

strong and at least sane. Smiling at him, I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. "Thanks Austin", I say in my familiar melodious tone. "But one thing, I don't

know if I'll be able to sing that for Miami Beat", he said awkwardly. I looked at him and giggled lightly. "The song's not for you, it's for me, you're not the

/only/ one who sings, even if you are the one with most of the confidence", I pointed out. He nodded and his blonde hair flopped perfectly to the other

side of his face, which made me feel like I was going to fall over, so I decide to sit. Walking over to the piano, I sit on the bench, and press down on

random keys as Austin comes and sits next to me. "You know Ally, your an amazing musician and songwriter, you deserve to have people appreciate

you, like Dez, Trish and I do, like, if it wasn't for you, all this wouldn't have been happening for me", he said to me with a kind smile, his warm hazel

coloured eyes, making me want to melt there and then. "Thank you, but I'd probably be sick if I had to perform in front of people, it's just too.." I

shuddered slightly. "Scary". I finished and Austin nodded. I looked towards him, and he had that glint in his eye, which meant he had an idea, which

could be a good thing or a bad thing. But if Dez was involved, there was a 99.9% chance that it would end badly. After a while, I noticed that I was

staring at Austin and looked away just as he turned to face me. He chuckled lightly and smiled at me. "By the way, I had awesome time at Trish's

Quinceañeras, you were a great dance partner", he said and a blaze of red, brushed his two cheeks lightly which made me smile. "Thanks, but I know

I'm really bad, but it's sweet of you to say so", I say rising and turn to him. "It Dez here too Austin?", I asked and he nodded and we both looked at

each other and gulped. "Let's go before he - ", I hear a few crashes from downstairs and a small scream. "Breaks something", I finish and glance up

at Austin nervously, my dad was going to /murder/ me, this was the third time this week. Austin returned, and grabbed my wrist gently, and pulled

me out of the practice room and downstairs. The whole time with Austin and with Trish. I'd been telling myself "You don't like him, you're just partners,

you don't like him, you're /just/ partners", but when he touched my hand, I could have died there and then and be happy. It had been like static

electricity, and I couldn't help but smile, an overwhelming smile of slight happiness.

When Austin and I reached the bottom of the stairs, I clasped my hand over my mouth and looked around at the scattered displays of cymbals and

violins. "DEZ! What did you do?", I shouted,as I ran towards the cymbals, picking them up. "Funny story, I was dancing and while trying to do my

signature move: the whirlpool wave, I sort crashed into multiple shelves", he said and helped me pick up the violins. I sighed and Austin began helping

me, just as Trish walked in, wearing an apron with coloured letters printed on it. "Guess who got a job at the greeting card store", she said in a

singsong voice, placing her hands in the air. I rolled my eyes playfully and placed the cymbals onto the counter. Trish bounded over to me, completely

oblivious to the mess around her. But I'd seen her room, so yeah. She handed me a card, "Here, give this to me", she said, and with a raised eyebrow,

I handed the colourful card to my friend. "Congratulations on your new job", she read out loud and made an 'awh' sound before hugging me. After

pulling away, she finally looked around and raised her eyebrow at me. "What the hell happened in here?", she asked? I looked in Dez's direction and

she nodded knowingly, and headed over to him. I went behind the counter, and watched as Austin picked up multiple violins and the same time, and

couldn't help but smile. My chin found its way into my cupped hands and I seemed to just stare, in a trance, intrigued. Trish noticed and snapped her

fingers in front of my face. "Hello, Ally to world", she said and looked to where I was staring and her eyes fell on Austin. Her eyes widened and smile

smiled. I hadn't exactly told her who the other guy was, but it pretty obvious she knew now. She came close to my ear and whispered to me: "Girl

you've got it bad". She said, and all I could do was nod and hopelessly agree. I, Ally Dawson, was falling for Austin Moon.