So I'm here with a new chapter of What The Boy Does For the Girl. I'm going to try to write faster and wrap these stories up (yes, ha ha, they've barely started) so that I can start some new stories! Also, happy new year! 2016...I've got a lot of plans for you ;).

Disclaimer: Don't own a thing.

"Hey, Ally," Brooke smirked at me. I rolled my eyes. Why was she at Sonic Boom? And why was she talking to me like she won the lottery?

"Why are you looking at me like you just won the lottery?" I asked her.

"Why, Ally, dear, Austin Moon is the girl lottery. It's too bad," she tossed her head, "he'd never go for you. It's also too bad that he's just using you. He's never wanted to be your friend, so just do him a favor and quit talking to him."

Little did she know that I actually have quit talking to him.

"Hon, I know what a lottery is when I see it. Austin's not it," I said calmly, "and I also know that you're nothing but an obsessive fan girl."

"Whatever, Dawson! I know some things you don't," said Brooke.

"If it's something Austin's said about Trish, Dez, or me, yeah, I've heard. And I know Austin's a low down jerk," I said.

"No, he's just too good for you," said Brooke.

"You didn't let me finish," I fake smiled sweetly, "you are too."

"Ugh!" Brooke shrieked, "look, Ally. I know you like Austin. I also know he would never like you. Once he's got a couple hits, he'll dump you real fast and never have to see you again."

I rolled my eyes. I do care, and I'm upset, but Brooke doesn't need to see that.

"He could start asking you to be his songwriter, and I wouldn't give a crap."

"I don't get it," Brooke had a confused look on her face, "I thought you and Austin were cool?"

"We were. But I learned some things about him. And as for you, take him. And another thing, never come back to Sonic Boom!" I exclaimed. (A/N Sorry about their argument. Not so great, but it's kind of hard to make Brooke say mean things when Ally's already heard it.)

"Fine! And one last thing: all those times anyone's called you pretty or talented, they were lying. I'm prettier and more talented," Brooke sneered and demonstrated some singing skills.

Maybe what she said is true. Maybe I'm not talented. But I can tell you one thing, and it's that if I'm not talented, she's awful.

I rolled my eyes at her antics, again, and slammed the door. I started working and offering to help costumers. But the entire time felt all hazy.

Then, Trish walked in. "Guess who got Austin a gig at the beach club? Oh, wait, you're not with Austin. Where is he, anyway? He's usually with you."

"I don't know. And don't bother," I said, just as Austin decided to barge in.

"Ally! Please! What did I do?" he asked dramatically. I rolled my eyes, something I do a lot.

Trish frowned. "What's with you? You look awful." Austin's hair was a mess, messier than usual. Usually it's sort of like a bad boy messy, sexy and hot, but not like bed head. What the golden locks are now...well, they're a step worse than bed head. And he had bags under his eyes, indicating he didn't get much sleep last night.

"Ally left me hanging at the movies," the big baby whined.

"Ally, I get that you like 'studying' and all that, but seriously?"

"You act as if I don't have a good reason," I said, continuing to work. A little disagreement shouldn't mean less costumers.

"Everybody! Personal matters! Scram!" Trish yelled loudly. Well, that cleared them out fast. But now I have to deal with the big brat in front of me.

"What's your reason?" Austin raised his eyebrows. Gosh, he still looks cute doing it. Huh, having a crush on a guy who betrays you. That's a new one for me. At least Dallas didn't betray me. But, anyway.

"Oh, you know what you said!" I screamed loudly, anger coming out.

"I said...?"

"You're using me?" I said, as if it was obvious. God, arguing with him is harder than you'd expect.

"What? I never said that." His eyes were filled with hurt and curiosity, like I'm the one who should be guilty.

"Oh yeah? Dallas showed me a video, and Brooke confirmed it," I said coldly, careful not to look into his eyes and quite possibly end up apologizing.

"You believed Dallas?" Austin was now angry.

"Yeah huh! It was on a video," I said, trying to knock some sense into the idiot.

"Oh really? Since when do you talk to Dallas? He's a jerk and you guys never interact! I thought you were a better friend than to just believe him!"

"Oh, so I'm the bad friend?"

"Yeah! I'll bet if some random stranger came up to you on the streets and insulted me, you'd believe them. And all those times I've stood up for you!"

Talk about playing dumb.

"Look, you shouldn't be making me feel guilty. You said you're using me and that you don't even want to be my friend!"

"No I didn't!"

"Sure, because Dallas can totally edit a video that well," I retorted.

"If you don't want to be my friend because I'm 'using' you, then don't! Have fun with that!" Austin yelled.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean that if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have any friends." As soon as that left his mouth, my eyes widened. I honestly wanted to cry and just go die in a hole. What the heck did he just say? So is he saying that I'm not a person who can make any of their own friends? That's the meanest thing he's ever said, when you look into the deeper meaning.

"Ally..." Austin apologized quickly.

"Y'know what, maybe I wouldn't have any friends. But maybe that means I won't make any jerk friends like you," I said rudely, and left.

"Ally! Ally!" he screamed after me. Ugh, that jerk.

I can't believe he said I'm not capable of making any friends! But now, the more that I think of it, I can't make any good friends. I mean, I made him my friend. That was a stupid choice. Looks like I need some new friends, ones that I can trust.

K, that was that. I figured I'd update, seeing as I haven't in a while. Also, this has the most follows of all my stories, and because of that, I wanted to update. I'm More than Meets the Eye will get updated soon!