Austin's POV

"Hair color?"

"Dark brown."

"Eye color?"

"Um, blue. No brown!"

"Well which is it?"

"Brown. A deep, choclolately brown."

"Okay?"

Trish got her pen and started scribbling things down in her notebook. I had told her about Ally's plan to find my girl and she decided she wanted to help me. Well, she said she didnt feel like going to work and wanted an excuse.

"Okay Austin, what else?"

"Well, her hands were really soft. And she was about this tall." I held my hand out flat around my shoulder. "She was really nice. And her hair smelled like strawberries."

"You smelled her hair?"

"What? We danced to a slow song."

She shook her head and went back to the notebook.

"Anything else?"

"No. Just that she was really beautiful."

After a minute of reading the page she had a weird look on her face.

"What?"

"Well Austin, I know who your mystery girl is."

"Really? Who is she!"

"Ally."

"Ally? Ally Dawson?"

"Yup."

"The Ally upstairs?"

"Do you know any other Ally?"

"It cant be Ally. She wasnt even at the school last night."

"She might've changed her mind and could've went without us knowing."

"No. Ally said she was in her room all night writing my new song."

"Austin. Read this list and tell me Ally isnt the first thing you think of."

She handed me the book and I skimmed through the words.

"Nope. All I see is a beautiful girl in a red dress with a black mask."

"Red. That's Ally's favourite color."

"Trish! I didnt dance with Ally!"

I gave her back the book and sat on the piano seat. I heard a door open and looked up to see Ally running down the stairs. She came straight to piano and sat next to me. "I finished the song! Thanks for taking over down here. If you hadnt, I would've never finished it." She hugged me.

I looked at the notebook and saw hair smells like strawberries written on the list. Without hesitation I smelled Ally's hair and she pulled away.

"Are you sniffing my hair?"

"Um no?"

"Okay? Well im just gonna go to the music room?" She awkwardly stood up and walked up the stairs. When she was out of sight I turned to Trish.

"It's not Ally. Her hair smelled like mint."