A/N: This chapter is pretty short! I hope to upload the next one sometime later today! Thanks for all your feedback and comments! Please PM me with any ideas! THANKS!
"God I feel like such an idiot." Mason said to Sierra. They were sitting in Sonic Boom, the music store owned by Monicas grandpa, waiting for Monica to arrive.
"You are an idiot." Sierra answered, flipping through a magazine.
"I guess I've known I liked her for a while... But I never really wanted to admit it. Bryce thinks she likes me too. What do you think?"
Sierra flipped the page. "I'm not aloud to talk about that."
Mason was pacing now. He paces when he's nervous. "I'm not going to say anything about it to her. I can't. It could kill our relationship."
"Okay." Sierra said, still staring at the magazine.
Mason stopped pacing. "Aren't you supposed to be working?"
Sierra looked up from her magazine for the first time and looked around the store. "Yupp." She answered, before looking back at the magazine.
"Hey guys!" Monica called as she walked in the store.
Sierra lifted her hand in a half wave.
"Hey Moni." Mason smiled at her.
"A little help please!" A voice called from upstairs.
Monica and Mason rushed up the stairs to see Monicas grandpa holding four boxes that were starting to lean.
"Grandpa, what are you doing!?" Monica asked as they reached to help with the boxes. Looking around she noticed the storage room had been cleaned out. There were bean bags and a couch. A large stereo, and lots of CD's.
"It's a surprise. For you." He told her. "Both of you. This used to be your parents old practice room."
He wiped his hands together. "When your mom moved out, I just kinda started stacking boxes in here. But I was thinking you guys could use it now."
"Wow grandpa! That's amazing! Thank you."
"Yeah, thank you so much!" Mason said excitedly.
Her grandfather walked over to a big object with a sheet over it. "This," he said yanking the sheet off, revealing a piano. "Is were they wrote their first song together."
Monica ran her hand over the keys and sat down on the bench. Mason joined her.
"I'll just leave you two kids alone." Her grandpa said, before walking out.
"I can't believe this is were they used to work on there music..." Monica said, tracing the 'Austin and Ally' that was carved into the piano with small letters and surrounded by a heart.
"Everyone is always talking about when your parents were young, and when they met. But I don't think I've ever heard the story." Mason said. "Will you tell me?"