OK, SO THIS IS WHEN HE IS JUST BARELY GETTING OFF THE BUS, AND HE GETS A CAB AND MEETS DEZ IN THE MALL. :) PLUS, I NEED REVIEWS. SHOULD I CONTINUE WITH THIS? I'M HAVING A LOT OF FUN WITH IS, BUT I DON'T WANT TO MAKE MORE IF NOBODY LIKES THEM! ALSO...

THEIR THOUGHTS: BOLD, AND LOWERCASE!

SIDE NOTES LIKE THIS: BOLD, AND UPPCASE!

~Haven

(Ally POV)

And yet again, here I am...Pacing. And In the same room. And awaiting the same person. Just like that one moment all those years ago. But we've both changed so much. Will he still lik- I mean...think of me the same way? Just because I'm not that same, innocent Ally from all that time ago...Will he change his mind? Well, all though I've changed, my rambling habit hasn't, so I'm hoping he doesn't notice.

My phone started ringing, and I jumped.

"Holy shit. It's just Trish" I exhaled.

"Hey, Trish..I know..I should be at the mall by now, bu-" I began, but she cut me off.

"Ally! You're never going to believe this! Austin is about to come, but they won't let him come to the mall! They say it's too exclusive...But I'm his manager again. Isn't that awesome! Maybe we could even have Team Austin back. Well, so long as Dez doesn't keep stashing his home-made apples in my purse, the Doof, we might be ok!" she stopped to get air, "But How are you? I know you're probably totally freaking, right?"

I was, That's the thing "Yeah...But it's OK. If he can't come to the mall, how are we going to see him?" I responded, my lip was starting to tremble. But that's when I realized, I was in nothing but a white, see-through tank top, and short, black pajama shorts.

"Shit, Trish? Can you just call me when you guys get to wherever he will be, I'll go too in about 20 minutes, or so. Bye!" I hung up. I felt guilty for cutting her off, but hey...I can't show up looking like this.

I leaped over to my ivory painted dresser, rumpled through my drawers and came out with:

A short sleeved plain black t-shirt, dark purple shorts, and black ankle-high converse shoes. I thought it was OK. I sort of ditched all that girly, high-heel, skirts...blah blah look. I quickly ran over to the (no longer a closet), bathroom and brushed through my curly Brown and light-brown hair. Brushed my teeth, washed it down with Mouth wash and water, popped some peppermint gum in, and sat down on my black and white bed. I rested my hands in my lap, and couldn't help but wonder:

Will this go OK? Will I freak out, and embarrass myself? Will he look different? Will he act different? Does he...Like me, still? Actually...big question is...Do I like him?

(Austin POV)

I got out of the cab, grabbed my leather black jacket, and jogged up the steps to Dez's house.

I quickly, ran through the door, down the steps and into a room with nobody in it. I went back upstairs, and went back to Dez's room, When suddenly..I was attacked with hugs, and yelling.

"AUSTIN!" Dez yelled, and stepped back, shaking my hand.

"WHO CARES ABOUT AUSTIN? I'M HERE!" Trish yelled, and giggled. "Just kidding! And as your manager, I booked you a gig at this really cool new place! And also, I booked you...A hug!"

I laughed, and hugged them both back. We all just stood there laughing, and cheering, and hugging each other until it got to hard to breath. "Oh my god, I'm never going on tour again. Not without you guys." I said, a huge smile on my face. I stepped back, and looked at them both.

Dez had longer, shaggy hair that fell into his eyes. He'd also dyed it a little bit of a darker red. He didn't look to bad, either. He'd been wearing, of course, some wacky shirt about alpacas, and easy board shorts with red battered up converse.

Trish was looking a lot different than a few years ago. (But her personality still so ever the same). She's lost some weight, and wasn't looking half bad. Her hair was still curly, and was back in a high ponytail. She'd had on a plain white t-shirt that's sleeves when to her elbows, some black jeans, and light grey boots. All in all, she looked good. She was a little taller, too. She came up to my eyes.

This was amazing. We'd all changed so much. Me, too. I was no longer wearing random sneakers with jeans, and some random colored shirt. I was now wearing a black, short sleeved t-shirt, grey skinny jeans, and black high-tops. Not that special, really.

But there was something missing. Something I didn't like being missing.

"Where's Ally?" I asked.

Trish raised her brows, and smirked "Hmm...Well, let's go to the mall, OK, Austin?"

Then Dez said, "She's already there, Austin." his brows raised, too.

I couldn't help but yell "Come on!" and run out of the house. We all jumped in Trish's red car, and went to the mall. Ally, Ally, Ally. I was shaking my leg, and licking my lips. I couldn't wait. I was nervous, yet so tremendously excited.

(Ally's POV)

That's it, suck it up and go. He's probably at Dez's anyways. Just go, Ally! I stood up off the bed, and walked to the door. My hand was on the door knob when Trish's voice rang up the staircase.

"I KNOW YOU'RE UP THERE! ALLY! GET DOWN HERE, THERE'S SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO SEE YOU! AND VERY BADLY, BY THE LOOKS OF IT."

Oh my god! He's here! I started shaking, and backed up, and leaned up against the best post. This is it.

The knob starting turning, so I put the piano chair up in front of it, jumped over to my stereo, and turned up the music really loud. As I changed, I also acquired a sudden love for "The Beatles". Their hit song 'Twist and Shout' was just blaring through the room. I jumped onto the bed, and sat up on the pillows. Covering my ears, and squeezing my eyes shut, there was suddenly warm hands on my arms. I wasn't ready to open my eyes, so I just slowly let my hands release my ears. The warm hands slowly slid to mine, and pulled me off the bed. The music stopped suddenly.

I whispered, "Austin?", and a pair of strong, muscled arms encircled me in response. My eyes closed the whole time.

(Austin POV)

(Arriving at Mall, 10 minutes earlier)

I bit my tongue, I was ready to yell at Trish to go faster. When we pulled into the blacktop parking lot, I pushed the car door open, and ran inside.

"Where is she!?" I said, gasping when Trish and Dez caught up to me.

"She's over there!" Dez said, smiling. He was pointing at a girl with similar hair to Ally in a troll costume.

"THAT'S NOT ALLY, YOU IDIOT!" Trish yelled, and slapped his arm, leaving a red mark.

I shook my head, and grumbled. "Guys, come on. Let's go get her!".

"OK, Follow me" Trish said.

We started walking towards the fountain and down the East wing, I saw a very familiar building, except the walls were a dark red, and the sign had said "Thunder Beat" in black and blue black-lights. "That looks like 'Sonic Boom'".

"That IS Sonic Boom" Trish stated, and crossed her arms smiling.

"Holy hell!" I yelled, and ran into the doors. It was totally different. The walls were painted black and white stripes everywhere, and there' was a dark red-wooded stage back by the staircase, and (not a back door, it's now wall). Blacklights, and neon lights, and a big disco ball was up. There were different colored lights up on the ceiling everywhere, and fluffy purple, green, and black chairs in rows all the way up to the entrance. The piano was in the left corner of the stage, along with beautiful guitars, and a drum set was in the back. A microphone in the front. Over-all, the place looked amazing...But I half wished it was the old place. Different lights, different decorations. Different everything. But all of that aside, where's Ally?

Trish goes up the staircase, and yells at our old recording room. Our recording room! I wonder how IT'S changed. I'm glad this place is closed right now...

" I KNOW YOU'RE UP THERE! ALLY! GET DOWN HERE, THERE'S SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO SEE YOU! AND VERY BADLY, BY THE LOOKS OF IT".

I ran over by Trish, and turned the door knob. Then she pushed something in front of the door, and made It really hard to push. "Dez, come help me!". He comes up, and pushes with me. Suddenly loud music is blaring through the door. "Come on Dez, push harder!". We're both gasping, and pushing when finally we break through. Then I motion my head in a way to signal the other two to go downstairs. They do, and I push into the room. Ally is huddled up at the back of a big bed, she's shaking like crazy, which worries me, her hands are over her ears, and her eyes are squeezed shut. I jump on the bed, and yell "Ally! Ally! I'm home! Ally, uncover your ears!".

She won't budge, so I place my hands on her arms, which makes her flinch, and slowly...I pull her hands away from her ears and pull her off the bed. When she's standing up straight, I look at her. She looks beautiful, and all grown up. Her hair is still the same, except longer at the back. She wears a Black top, shorts, and converse. Her style has definitely changed. Her fists are clenched by her sides, and her eyes are squeezed shut. I guess Dez came up and turned off the music then went back downstairs, because it's very quiet. But then, the only thing I can hear...and ever want to hear...

"Austin?" Ally whispers. And then, I just can't help myself, I wrap my arms around her, and squeeze as hard as I can, never wanting to let go.

OK, SO THIS WAS LONGER THAN THE LAST, BUT HEY...THIS IS GETTING FUN. :)

SO LEAVE REVIEWS, AND TELL ME: KEEP GOING WITH THIS? OR NO...?

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