(A/N - I just can't help myself from writing this story! Plus, you all keep asking for me to post, so here's ANOTHER chapter! I don't own "Love you Like a Love Song", Selena Gomez does. Nor do I own "Love Song" by Sara Bareilles. And, I don't own "Say You'll Stay". The best band ever, R5, owns that! Anyway, on with the chapter! Enjoy!)

From: Austin
4:35 PM

Hey! (: Are you coming to the festival tonight? If so, text me, and we can meet up!

To: Austin
4:40 PM

I don't think so... I have other plans that came up.

From: Austin
4:41 PM

Oh, bummer. ): Well, have fun!

Saturday Afternoon

I sighed, wishing I didn't have to say no. This morning, I had convinced myself that I was going to go to the song festival. I have no interest in performing, but going to be surrounded by music sounded good. Plus, Austin acted like he really wanted me there.

Unfortunately, Barbara kept her word, leaving me an extra extensive list of chores that would keep me busy at least the entire night, if not a few days. So, no festival for me.

"Ally," Trish said sternly through the phone. The only reason I have a cell phone is so that Barbara can text me to do things anytime she wants. "You're going to the festival. You even said you want to."

"Yes, I want to, Trish," I said, sighing. "But, I can't. Barbara left me a list of even stupider things to do than usual."

"So?" she asked, not seeing the point. "The house is practically spotless, right? Do a few things so that she won't get suspicious. Then, once everyone leaves, you and I can go to the festival. It will be fun. And if you're back by midnight, you'll beat everone else home, so no worries."

Although it sounded risky, I really want to go to the festival. I could go from eight to midnight, and be back in time. Plus, I don't have to worry about anyone seeing me, because everyone will be wearing masks. "Fine," I sighed. "You sound like my fairy godmother or something." Trish squealed, telling me that she would be over by seven.

I got to work, doing the chores that Barbara so ridiculously requested. After she was satisfied that I would be busy for a while, she left with Jessica and Natalie. Trish showed up about half an hour later.

"I don't know, Trish," I said, as we drove towards the park that was holding the festival. "Are you sure about this?" I was wearing a pair of tight black skinny jeans, and a sparkly blue top. My hair was straightened, and I had on a black and blue mask, that covered much of my face. Nobody would be able to recognize me if they tried.

"Absolutely," Trish assured me. "Just remember that you are here to have fun tonight. We'll be gone by midnight, you can change, and act like you have been working all night. It's foolproof."

"Well, I guess we'll see," I replied, shrugging my shoulders as Trish parked. "Let's just go check this out." We got out of the car and walk towards the festival. Immediately, I could see that there were many different things going on. There was food, of course. There were mini-games, such as "Name that song", and "Sing-Pong". Instruments were scattered everywhere, with random people playing. All in all, it was a place filled with music, which is all I could really ask for.

"Ally, you have to go play 'Sing-Pong'," Trish exclaimed, pulling me in that direction. "You would be so good at it. Plus, you can't be afraid of failing right now, because nobody will know it's you. If you fail - which you won't - nobody will know. Please, please, please, please, please-"

"Okay," I exclaimed, cutting her off. "Fine, I'll do it." We walked over to the area that was playing "Sing-Pong". Basically, two contestants go up and sing lyrics back in forth to each other. The point is to try and zing the other person with your lyrics, and if they can't come up with a clever response, they're out, and you stay until you get beaten. Lyrics can be from songs, or made up.

Currently, two unfortunately familiar voices were on the stage, Natalie and Jessica. They were trying to outsing each other, and when the referee kept asking for crowd votes, everyone stayed silent - that's how bad they are. "I'm sexy and I know it," Natalie sang out, off-key.

"Oh yeah?" Jessica challenged, then began singing even worse than Natalie. "I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt-" When she reached for the hem of her blouse, the referee stopped them both, asking them to leave the stage. This got a round of applause from the small crowd, and I couldn't help but giggle.

"Who's next?" the referee asked. Trish pushed me towards the stage, and another girl walked up from the other side. "Okay, so the rules are, you have to sing the lyrics, you only get three seconds to think before you start singing, and they have to be in response to the other person's choice of lyrics. Are you two ready?"

The girl and I both nodded, and she began singing. "I, I love you like a love song, baby," she sang out. She wasn't terrible, but she also didn't seem like she could think well on her feet.

So, she's mentioning love songs? "I'm not gonna write you a love song," I sang back, shaking my head. I could tell that I already had this one in the bag.

She took longer than three seconds to come up with a lyric, making me the winner. She exited the stage, and I stayed, waiting for the next competitor. A few more rounds went similarly, and I even threw in some of my own lyrics.

"Let's do this," a familiar voice said. I looked up to see a tall boy climbing onto the stage, and even though he had on a mask, I could tell it was Austin. Thankfully, he couldn't tell who I was. He still thinks that I'm not interested in music.

"Alright, folks," the referee said to the growing crowd. "I think we can all tell who just joined the stage. Give it up for Austin Moon." The crowd cheered, and more people came over, while Austin seemed a bit annoyed that he was recognized. What does he expect? That head of blonde hair would give him away anywhere.

"And, we seem to have a bit of a songwriter up here." the referee continued, pointing at me, and the crowd cheered me on. It felt good, getting praise for my writing and singing - even if nobody knew it was me. "You heard some of her lines, and she can obviously improvise. Now that we have two songwriters on the stage, how about instead of singing things to get the other to quit, they write a song? Here and now. If one of them takes longer than three seconds to respond, then they're out, but instead of it being a competition this time, they are working together. What do you guys think?"

The crowd cheered at the idea, and Austin and I both agreed. "It's summertime," Austin belted out, making this up on the spot. "And you are all that's on my mind. Everyday."

He pointed at me, signaling for me to make a lyric. I didn't even take time to think, I just let my heart sing back, lyrics forming like magic as they came out of my mouth. "It seems like we," I sang back. "Could stay up and talk through the night. Oh, what do you say?"

I pointed back to him, and he started what I assumed was the chorus. "Say you'll stay," he sang, his voice melting me like butter on a pancake. "I just keep on wishing everyday." I threw in a few echoes as he went through the chorus, before pointing back to me to write a new verse.

We continued like this, and by the end, we were totally in sync. The crowd was cheering, and we basically wrote a song together, as we were singing.

"Wow," the referee said, once we were done. "I can't believe you two just wrote an entire song on the spot. Folks, right here are some true young talents. We all know who Austin is, but who is this fine young lady under the mask?" He pointed the microphone at me, waiting for me to reveal myself, but I shook my head, before running off stage.

Once I was off, I began looking around frantically for Trish. "Hey, wait up," I heard someone calling from behind me. I turned around to see Austin sprinting after me. There was no point in running, because he seemed much faster than I am. Once he got to me, he smiled, ripping his mask off. "That was amazing. We were completely in sync up there."

"Yeah," I said quietly, hoping my voice was unrecognizable with all the music going on around us. "You're a great songwriter."

"I could say the same for you," he grinned. "I honestly didn't expect you to keep up with me like that. You're amazing." I thanked him and began to walk away, in search of Trish again, but he grabbed my arm gently. "Wait, can't I at least know your name?"

"I'd rather not say," I said, as Trish ran over to where we were standing.

"It's midnight," she whispered, handing me my purse. "We have to go." I nodded and began to walk away.

"Wait," Austin said, once again. "I really want to get to know you. Why can't you tell me who you are?"

"Just don't worry about it, please," I called out over my shoulder, leaving a very dumbstruck Austin standing there. Trish and I raced out to her car, and she dropped me off at home. I quickly changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, before running back into the house. Just as I was sitting down to iron the kitchen curtains, Barbara walked in, Natalie and Jessica in tow.

"How are the chores coming, Ally?" Barbara asked.

"Oh, fine," I said, trying my best not to smirk. She glanced around, obviously believing that I did many of the things she asked. "How was the festival?"

"It was great, you really missed out," Jessica laughed snobbily. "Maybe you could come next time, if you weren't just the help." She, Natalie, and Barbara went off to their rooms, laughing, while I held my tongue, not pointing out that legally, I was a member of this family.

Around one in the morning, I went back to my little poolside room, relaxing after all the stress towards the end of the night. I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't made it home in time. Deciding to write down the song that Austin and I sang, I reached into my purse for my songbook, but it wasn't there.

I usually take it everywhere with me, but I guess it's possible that I left it here tonight, with all the stress that came along with pulling this off. I reached under the corner of my mattress, but didn't find it again. Now a bit frantic, I stood up and checked everywhere in the room, before realization finally sunk in.

My songbook is missing.

(A/N - dun, dun, DUN! Okay, so I just want to clear something up really quickly... Austin isn't a player, for trying to kiss Ally one day, and then trying to get to know this 'mystery' girl the next. He felt chemistry with her up on the stage, while they were singing, and wanted to get to know her. Little does he know that the two girls he is falling for are really only one girl... Okay, so yeah! Review please, because the ones you guys are leaving are awesome! Oh, and whoever leaves my favorite review will have their name added into this story as an OOC! So, go! :D Thanks for reading!)

PS. To any of you that are reading "A Summer to Remember", I promise, I'll update that tomorrow! I just get so excited with this story!