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Chapter Seven

Talk In Your Sleep

It has been six weeks now, and Ally has been doing a lot better. She's walking now, with a brace, and everything else has practically healed. I'm so happy she's better.

Those were long weeks. Even after her father returned, Ally needed my help at school and wherever else we went. I didn't mind though. I brought her everywhere with me, and I made sure she didn't get hurt anymore. There were a few nights where she called my house crying because she couldn't fall asleep because everything just hurt so bad. I would get out of bed and walk the couple of blocks to her house to hold her until she fell asleep.

I also learned something about Ally. She talks in her sleep. It's the strangest thing, but completely adorable. She said my name a lot, to my enjoyment, and lots of other things. When I brought it up, she blushed out of embarrassment and immediately asked what I heard. I said I couldn't tell, because I didn't want to embarrass her any further, even though there was absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.

The winter formal is this weekend and right now Ally, Trish, Dez and I are at the mall. Ally and Trish need dresses and Dez and I need tuxes.

Ally is apparently going with Dallas. It makes me more angry than jealous. He has been totally MIA during her injury. He might have visited her twice during the six weeks, and made small talk with her in the hallway. It's not fair that he gets all the flattery. Honestly, I have been the one taking care of her for more than a month, and now that she's better you just step in and decide you are going to take her to winter formal? Really?

I have to find somebody to take to this dance. Cassidy would have been a good choice, but our date didn't go very well.

FLASHBACK

I pick Cassidy up at her parents house. She comes to the door wearing a pink dress and pink flats, with her hair falling perfectly down her shoulders. She looks really pretty.

Of course she could never be close to as beautiful as my Ally is. Nobody in the world can ever be.

I have to stop focusing on Ally and focus on Cassidy. Obviously Ally doesn't like me, so maybe things will work out with Cassidy and I will develop some feelings for her like I had before.

We go out to eat at a little Italian restaurant. I can't seem to listen to Cassidy. She's telling me tour stories and everything else, but I just can't stop thinking about Ally.

Before I left her, she looked upset, and I didn't know why. I asked her so many times if she wanted me to stay, but she convinced me to go. I didn't want to leave, but I had to do it for the sake of Cassidy's feelings and to help myself move on.

I look at Cassidy and she's still talking about crazy stuff. Suddenly, I'm interested when she brings up Ally.

"So how's Ally doing?" she asks. I smile, just thinking about her.

"Good. She's getting better," I say. I love talking about her.

"That's good. She's your songwriter, right?"

"Yeah, the best in the biz. She's amazing."

"A little unprofessional though, don't you think?"

That sort of pisses me off.

"Um, she's just as good as the professionals," I say, trying to hide my slight annoyance.

"Your songs are a little cheesy though, no offense. I mean, I'm not saying anything about you, you're an amazing performer. It's just Ally writes, you know, silly little songs."

I glare at her. "I think Ally is incredible at songwriting," I yell. I can take people talking about me, but talking about Ally? That's just uncalled for in my book.

Cassidy looks shocked. "I wasn't being mean or anything, I was just saying, gosh."

"I don't want you talking about her."

"Why? People probably talk about her all the time. She's weird."

Okay. This is just ridiculous now. "She's not weird!"

"Come on Austin! She's so...so...different! I mean she can hardly hold a conversation with somebody. I talked to her in the hospital and before I left. She's just so...awkward and childish.."

I am extremely mad now. "Shut up." I say standing up and starting to walk away. "I'm leaving."

"Where are you going? Back to your ugly songwriter?"

I freeze in my tracks and then turn around. "Did you just call her ugly?"

"So what if I did?"

"She's beautiful, way more beautiful that you will ever be."

Cassidy looks completely taken aback. I shake my head and then angrily leave the restaurant.

END OF FLASHBACK

"Austin?" Ally asks, waving her hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my reverie. "How do I look?"

We are standing in Clare's Dress Shop in the Miami Mall. Ally and Trish are trying on dresses. Ally is standing in front of me now wearing a blue dress that is short, but not to short, and frilly and sparkly. Really princess like. I smile at her excited face. She looks so gorgeous, I don't even know why she has to ask. .

"Perfect," I tell her and she blushes. "Thanks," she says, "I think I'm going to buy it. "Go for it," I tell her, not really caring what she buys. She looks so beautiful in everything. Trish looks great in a purple dress that she decides to buy. Now on to shoe shopping, I suppose. Woo hoo.

Dez and I are bored out of our minds. Ally is trying on flats, since she can't wear heels with her broken foot, and Trish is trying on the heels. Dez and I sit impatiently on the couches watching the girls try on shoe after shoe and go through box after box.

"So you tell her yet?" Dez asks. I sigh. He's talking about Ally. "No," I say. He shakes his head. "Come on man, it's so obvious she likes you. Just tell her how you feel," he says.

"It's not that easy," I say.

"Why not? Just say 'Ally I love you'" Dez says, like it's nothing.

"I can't man. She likes Dallas. And besides, it would totally ruin our friendship."

"You can still have a friendship."

"If she's happy with Dallas, I'm not gonna stand in her way."

"But she'd be happier with you."

"I don't know what she's feeling."

"It's not hard to guess."

I sit thinking for awhile. Can Ally possibly like me back? I think she might, but if she does, then why don't she just break up with Dallas already? He hardly pays any attention to her.

Ally comes limping over to us with a black box. "I found the perfect pair that will match my dress," she says excitedly. I roll my eyes. "It's about time," I tease her. She rolls her eyes jokingly.

Trish still hasn't found a pair of shoes, and Ally's getting kind of stiff sitting. "I need to move my leg," she says to me. Dez stays with Trish while I take Ally to walk around the mall.

"Feeling better?" I ask, as she limps alongside of me. She stumbles a little and I grab her waist. "Apparently not," she says laughing. I smile.

We buy a soft pretzel from a vendor and then stop and sit at a bench, when Dallas comes walking buy. He spots us and waves to Ally. She smiles and waves back. I tense up, remembering our encounter at the hospital a few weeks back.

"Hey Ally," he says walking towards us, "How are you feeling?" I roll my eyes. Like he cares. He didn't even do anything for her all these weeks. Of course though, Ally is flattered by the tiny little question of "How are you feeling?"

"Good," she answers, blushing. I sigh. Making her blush is MY thing. Dallas looks at me and gives a little smirk. That idiot. "Want to walk with me?" Dallas asks. Ally giggles. "Um okay," she says. She stands up and is a little unbalanced. I grab her arm until she's standing up straight and flat on the ground. Dallas growls. "I got her," he says and then grabs Ally by the waist and takes her away from me.

I sigh and eat the pretzel alone. What an idiot that Dallas is. I can't stand him at all, and it's not because of jealousy. It's because he doesn't care about her half as much as I do, and he doesn't make her feel special. She tells me that he hardly ever compliments her, and that makes me angry, because honestly, she deserves all the compliments in the world. He can never love her half as much as I do. Nobody can.

I don't know what to do. Should I follow them? I think I should considering that the last time Ally and Dallas were alone she nearly killed herself falling down stairs. God only knows what can happen to her next.

At the same time though, I don't want to invade her privacy. What she does with Dallas is completely her business and I have nothing to do with it.

After several seconds of debating with myself, I choose my first option. I need to make sure she is safe. I have to.

I follow Ally and Dallas several paces behind, and I can actually hear what they are saying. Dallas is a loud talker, and so is Ally, and even if I couldn't hear her, I know her so well I'd be able to guess her responses anyways and probably be right.

They talk about different things. Nothing really interesting. At one point, we pass a window. Ally checks her reflection and makes a face at it. "Ugh," she says. Dallas doesn't even hear her. He's too busy looking at a thin blonde girl passing by. He raises his eyebrows.

Ally doesn't take notice, she's still too worried about her reflection. "I look awful," Ally says. Dallas mumbles something that sounds like "Compared to that you do," or something, but I'm not sure. "What?" Ally asks. "Nothing," he says and then they walk in silence.

I wouldv'e told her she looks beautiful. I would have held her in my arms and told her that she's the most perfect girl in the world. I would have said I love you so many times by now that she would have to believe it. I wish she knew how much I love her. I keep trying to stop, but everyday I just keep loving her more and more, and I'm not sure what to do.