Chapter 7:
Ally still sat on her bench, still thinking about that day on the beach. Elliot had still been visiting from his hometown, and she had decided to try out the new song out on him, before going to Austin. She had taken a deep shaky breath, and then began to sing the opening lyrics of "Can't Do It Without You".
Soon, she faded into song dreamland, forgetting Elliot was even there beside her. The guitar in her hands was being strummed faintly, and the only thing Ally could hear, besides her own voice, maneuvering along the melody. Finally, all was silent, besides a pair of hands clapping and whistling. "Nice job, Ally," Elliot had cheered, "it's brilliant!"
Ally set the guitar down, her heartbeat roaring loud in her ears. "Thanks, Elliot." she finally managed to get out. She couldn't believe it. She had been able to get over her stage fright for a second time. A bush rustled behind him, but Elliot didn't seem to notice at all. Instead he seemed to be focused, immersed in Ally. He leaned forward, and kissed her lightly on the lips. She was shocked! He was one of her best friends! It didn't feel right…
Ally leaned back, surprised. "Elliot, we're good friends. But I'm sorry, I don't feel that way about you."
Elliot was hurt. He blushed red, "Well, I guess I'm sorry about this, Ally." He got up and walked down the beach. He didn't stop, and soon turned into a tiny speck against a burning Miami sun, and then disappeared altogether.
"Benjamin Junior!" Ally snapped from her memory and looked, dazed, at Dez. He was screaming about his new FlipXE video camera, which he had christened: Benjamin Junior, which was now scattered all over the Miami Mall floor, thanks to Trish. "No!" Dez cried again.
"Dez, are you okay?" Ally asked, though clearly, he was not. Ally wasn't okay, either.
Her phone beeped with a text from Trish:
"He likes you."
Clearly, Trish and Austin weren't okay either. What else could go wrong?
