Bubbleina 15, yes, yes I did. I saw it on their UStream video for New Year's and he was like, "What's my favorite…? Oh, Romeo and Juliet!" and I was like OMG that would be SUCH a great fanfic THANKS ROSS! I literally screamed it even though they couldn't hear me.

"Trust me; you can do this, Gerbil." I love that. With ALL OF MY FREAKING HEART! I hope I'm not the only one who thinks it's really sweet? Anyway, ignore my excitement with my last line, HERE BE THE STORY! Haha jk. But really, here's the story…

"Trust me; you can do this, Gerbil." After I said this, the curtains opened and her legs carried her onto the stage. She sounded so great that… I almost forgot when to go on. Luckily, someone came up to me and said, "A few more minutes and you go on."

I got ready and tugged at my puffy shoulder things. It seemed like FOREVER before our kiss scene. When I realized that scene was next, I literally jumped with joy. "Something wrong… or exciting or something?" Ally asked me, giggling at my jumping.

I immediately stopped and said "No, I just love this play," casually. We walked out onto stage and we were about an inch apart. Right before we kissed, I whispered, "I love you Ally Serena Dawson," and then closed the gap between us as the crowd burst into applause and cheers.

When we broke apart, she bit her lip. Did-did she not love me back? Oh no. Why did I have to tell her? I knew I was making a fool of myself. She said, "I love you Romeo."Romeo. (1)

Okay Austin, don't get a head of yourself. Maybe she's just trying to stay in character. Maybe she would tell me after the play. Like I was supposed to do. I tried to ignore this and go on with the play but I knew I failed at this because when it was over Ally asked me, "Are you okay Austin?"

"Did you-" she stopped suddenly. "Oh, wait. You didn't kiss that girl, did you?" I shook my head. "Did you not hear what I said before we kissed?" I asked her irritated. "Don't get all annoyed with me, okay? And yes, I did hear what you said," she said. I looked down.

"Well…" I shoved my hands into my pockets and tried to force myself to look casual, unsuccessfully. "How-how do you feel about me?" I said stressing the word 'me' without looking up. "Well, I-um… I-I really like you too," she told me.

I sighed. "So… what you're telling me is… that you don't… love me back?" I asked her. "Well, up until about two months ago, I didn't think that I was even READY for love…" she trailed off. I lightened up and looked into her eyes.

She-she looked away? But-but she just basically told me that she loves me… "Ally? Do you remember when I told you that I knew the special girl that I wanted to be my first kiss?" she just nodded and didn't look up at me. "Well, you were that special girl…" I trailed off. She managed a small smile from what I could see. Her head was completely down looking at her feet.

"Ally?" I was worried. She wasn't talking or moving an inch- no, not even a centimeter. I took her chin in my hands and lifted her head up. I was horrified by what I saw. Ally was crying softly. What's wrong?

We walked back to Sonic Boom in awkward silence. I went to pull Ally up to the practice room to talk about it but she shook her head. "I have to work my shift," she said nonchalantly. "Fine," I told her letting go of her wrist. "But don't think that we aren't talking about this later," I said, eyeing her.

I walked up to the practice room. I paced for about ten minutes. Then I sat on the couch and sketched Ally a picture of a gerbil (2). This took about twenty minutes. Then I watched tv for about five minutes because nothing good was on. Then I played random notes that seemed to go together on the piano for about fifteen minutes. Then I just stood in the corner twiddling with my fingers for about ten minutes. (3)

When I was about to go play the piano, Ally opened the door which almost smacked me straight in the face. She walked in and looked around. I walked up behind her and said, "Ally." She spins around. "Where were you?" she asked me, bewildered. "In the corner," I said pointing at it and shoving my hands into my pockets.

She went and sat down at the piano and started playing. I went over and slammed my hands down onto the piano making it let out the most awful noise I've ever heard. I didn't mean to hit it so hard; I guess I was just a little infuriated.

She sighed and looked up at me then looked down at her hands. "Ally, what is the deal with you?" I asked irritated. "Well, I think it's better off if we just be friends," she said with tears in her voice. "I'm sorry," she told me.

I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. My eyes itched and burned. There was a lump in my throat that I just could not get rid of. How come Ally can just bring out the little boy in me? It's not fair! I dropped to my knees in front of her and cried my eyes out. "Ally… I… why?" I asked her.

"Be-because we're best friends and… I don't want to jeopardize that…" she trailed off. "You have a boyfriend don't you?" I asked quietly, not sobbing for seconds before bursting into tears again. "What? No," she said nervously. I looked at her.

"Okay, fine! There's this guy that I've known for a very long time. We've been friends since I was eight years old. And-and I think I might love him…" I looked at her. "He's always been there for me. I mean I love you too, don't get me wrong," she put her head down in her hands as she said this.

"I just don't know who I love more…" (4)

I looked away. I couldn't stand it. I ran out the practice room door, down the stairs, and out the front doors of Sonic Boom. I didn't know where I was going but I kept running. I ended up running to my house. I ran inside and ignored my mom to run up to my room. I slammed the door shut as hard as I could and threw myself down onto my bed.

I cried for what seemed like ages before I finally just passed out.

I woke up in a hospital bed. I went to get up but I realized that my arms were strapped down to the bed. What? I screamed and screamed and struggled and struggled. I just could NOT get out of it. I heard the door open. I couldn't see who it was because of the curtain draped around my bed.

A perky upbeat girl pulled back the curtains and yelled, "Hi!" I squinted. "Darla? Darla Cartwright?" I asked. For some reason, I recognized her. She nodded her head really hard. We started talking about childhood memories that just flooded back to me.

We talked for what felt like hours. Then she said something that reminded me of her. "She told you that didn't she?" I hissed at Darla. (5)

Suddenly I was back in my bed. I picked up the book from my night stand and looked at it. This is what I get for reading. Why was I reading in the first place? I threw theMockingjay(6) book across the room. I crossed my room to look at the moon.

I walked over and took my keyboard and brought it back to the window sill.

I know you're somewhere out there. Somewhere far away, I want you back. I want you back. My neighbors think I'm crazy, but they don't understand. You're all I had, you're all I had. At night when the stars light on my room, I sit by myself, talkin' to the moon, tryin' to get to you. In hopes you're on the other side, talkin' to me too or am I a fool? Who sits alone? Talkin' to the moon. (7)

I write this down as I sing it on a sheet of paper. "Ally Serena Dawson," I sang over and over again in different pitches with different rhythms. Why should I care about her? She knows that she's in love with that other guy. Why did I have to ask and why did she have to tell me the reason? Why do I have to be so nosy and why does she have to be so honest?

I-I can't say that I hate her, but I can't say that I don't care about this and that I'm still in love with her. I feel like a girl right now, big time. But I don't care. Has she been kissing and possibly… doing things with this… this guy?

Probably.

Probably just to make me feel awful… or… or maybe she actually… cared about me?

Next Day:

I don't even know why she tries to spare my feelings, it's not like she cares about them. I open my door to go to the park and find a note taped to my door. I take it down to read it.

Dear Austin,

I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry about yesterday. I honestly need you in my life. I still don't know who I love more. I just hope my heart chooses soon. I don't want to end up losing you. But I don't want to lose John either. I'm sorry.

Love, Ally.

Was she saying that she was sorry that last time for choosing this… this John or is she still sorry for yesterday? I balled up the piece of paper and threw it across my room, not caring where it landed. I walked out the door and to the park. I saw Pickles the goose. Ally was the first thing that popped into my mind of course. I went and sat down on a bench. This was Ally and I's favorite bench. I was not going to cry. I left the bench and sat down at a tree.

This was Ally and I's favorite tree. I could feel the tears coming now. Everywhere I looked, I thought of Ally. I climbed up the tree, all the way to the top. It was a really tall tree so nobody would be able to see me. I let the tears flow as they may.

I looked at the branches. I see a carving in the tree. I remember carving it in kindergarten. A+A and under that was another: AM+AD. Under that was another: ALM+ASD. How many were there? I asked myself wiping away tears. There was one more: ALM+ASD=FOREVER with a heart around it. I pointed to it and told myself, "This one's a lie, Austin, a lie."

"The biggest lie in the world," I corrected myself. I breathed in deeply and went to climb down… before falling out of the tree. (8)

Hey guys! Sorry that this is… uh… kinda late… and depressing (even though I promised I wouldn't ever write another depressing story… and short… heh. My mom had my laptop and my sister was on the family computer. But I sowwy. Kay numbers. I almost forgot.

1. I don't know if this actually is, like, the actual lines and stuff from Romeo and Juliet. I didn't have time to look it up.

2. Because she's his gerbil. I hope that you noticed this on your own…

3. This was an hour for those of you who don't notice this.

4. Sorry, I've been reading a lot of The Hunger Games Trilogy. I'm on Mockingjay, but just to let you know, Austin is Peeta, Ally is Katniss, and OC (John) is Gale.

5.Scene from the book Mockingjay.

6. Mockingjay is a real book from the Hunger Games Trilogy by Suzanne Collins.

7. Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars.

8. He just fell out of a REALLY tall tree from the TOP! Who thinks he's dead? Who thinks he's alive? Who knows what's going to happen next? Or thinks they know?

Sorry, I really like writing in Austin's POV, but there will be a quick Ally's POV in the next chapter. CRAP! SPOILER ALERT! Sorry.

-Kenzie