Hey! So, this is it! You'll finally know what's up with Austin! Yay!

Sorry it took so long, I've been really busy lately. I wanted to update but I was loaded with homework.

I wrote this chapter (R5AAFan).

Oh! And some of you might have noticed we changed thes summary... Sorry about that, but we like this one more.

Disclaimer: We do not own Austin & Ally, or anything else you might recognize in this story.

Enjoy! :)


"Hey, guys." I sit down at Trish's and Dez's table at lunch.

"Umm... Not to be rude, but why aren't you sitting with Austin?" Trish asks me.

"He had to talk with the math teacher. Something to do with the last test we did." I explain and they nod. "So, who's it going?"

Dez shrugs. "Good. My pet turtle, Mrs. Green, had babies!"

I smile, getting used to Dez's... unusual behavior. "That's great, Dez! How many?"

"Five!"

I nod. "That's cool. Are you going to keep them?"

"Duh." He says like it's the most obvious thing in the world, rolling his eyes.

"Alright... Anyway, does any of you know where Austin lives?" I ask them.

"Six houses down the street from yours, across the street." Trish says without hesitation.

"How do you know that?" I ask her.

"School files."

I roll my eyes. "Should've figured." I mumble.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" I reply quickly.

"Uh huh. Anyway, why did you want to know?"

"Well, since we don't have music class until the due date for the project, which is in three days, I figured I'd go to his house and practice the song one more time with him." I explain. "He went to my house a bit more than a week ago, so I thought I'd do the same."

"How do you know he has the needed instruments for the song?" Trish asks me.

"... I just do." I end up replying.


"Hey, Dad! I'm home!" I call as I throw my back pack on the nearest chair. "Dad, I'm going out!"

"Wait a minute." My dad's voice stops me. I turn around to find him standing in the doorway to the kitchen. "Where are you going?"

"At my friend's house."

"Boy or girl?"

I roll my eyes. "Boy."

"Tall or short?"

"Seriously?" I give him a look. He ignores it and I sigh. "Tall."

"Brunette or blondie?"

"Dad, come on! This is ridiculous!" I protest.

"Answer." He tells me simply.

"This is going to take a while, isn't it?" I ask him. He nods. "Well, better get comfortable, then." I sigh, sitting on the couch. He does the same.

"Now, answer. Brunette or blondie?"

"Blondie. Why all these questions?"

"Because I want my daughter to be safe. I don't want her to go to some pervert's house."

"Trust me, Austin's the furthest thing from a pervert."

"How could you know? It's been less than two weeks since we got here. How could you know him that well after only a week and a few days?"

"Because I do. Can I go now?"

"No. What colour are his eyes?"

I sigh in annoyance. "Really?" He nods. "Brown."

"How many friends does he have?"

"One."

"A boy or a girl?"

"A girl."

"What's her name?"

"Allyson Dawson. Can I go now?"

"Wait... you're his only friend?"

"Yes, Dad. He got outcasted years ago and didn't have any friends since second grade. Now before he thinks I outcasted him too, can I go?"

He sighs. "Fine.

"Thank you." I nod and get up.

"I'll call you in ten minutes!" He calls as I leave.

"Dad!"


'Six houses down the street from yours, across the street', Trish's voice rings in my head.

'One, two, three, four, five... six! Across the street... Oh, there it is', I think to myself, easily finding Austin's house. It's a pretty big white house with a brown roof. There's a bunch of flowers a bit everywhere. I notice a garden on the side of the house. 'His mom must like gardening.'

I walk the steps to the porch and knock on the door. An old women answers a few seconds later.

"Oh, hello, there." She greets me with a smile.

"Hi. Sorry to intrude... Is this Austin Moon's house?" I ask her as kindly as I can.

"Oh, yes. Not to seem rude, but who are you, Darling?"

I smile. "Ally. I'm a..." I hesitate. Acquaintance? Friend? What's our label? Do we even have a label? "... a friend of Austin's." I end up saying. 'Friends' seem like the correct term at the moment.

"Oh, a friend?" I nod. "Well, come on in. I'll go get Austin." She opens the door wider, letting me in, before closing it and disappearing downstairs. I take this as my chance to take a look at my surroundings. There's a wall full of pictures, which catches my attention. I take a look at the pictures, which all have Austin at different ages, his blonde hair being easy to recognize, but it doesn't seem to have any pictures of Austin's parents. Only Austin and an old man and the woman I just met. Austin's grandparents? Or are Austin's parents just old?

"Don't look at that." A voice takes me from my thoughts. I turn around to see Austin standing a few feet away from me.

"Austin... Hi. Sorry, I didn't think it was private. I mean, it is on the wall." I point out.

"It's not private. I just... nevermind."

"No, tell me."

"It's nothing, really."

I sigh. "Alright."

"So, what are you doing here?"

"I, uh... came to practice the song with you."

"We already practiced it a million times. We know it perfectly well." He points out.

"One more time won't hurt, will it?"

He sighs. "Fine. One time."

I smile. "Great! Where do we practice?"

"My room. Follow me." He says before walking away. I follow him, only to end up in a small room a few seconds later. It has beige walls, and inside there's only a small bed that seems way too small for him to sleep in, a keyboard, a guitar, a few posters of various bands and singers, and a closet. I swear the room's ten times smaller than mine. And my room's not that big.

"You seriously sleep in here?" I ask him.

He nods. "Yup."

"B-But... how comes everything's so neath and everything everywhere else in the house, and your room is so..." I trail off once I realize I don't know if he likes his room or not.

"You can say it. Trash-like."

"I wouldn't say it that way, but... Yeah."

He shrugs. "Let's just say that me moving here wasn't... expected."

"What are you talking about? Look, Austin. I won't lie to you. I'm lost. I want to help you, become your friend, but how can I do that if you never tell me anything? I won't leave you, if that's what you're fearing. I'm here to stay. I promise."

He shakes his head and sits down at his keyboard. "They all say that."

"Who?! Who says that? Who hurt you? I need to know, Austin. All I want to do is help you." I tell him, sitting down next to him.

"I know." He sighs.

"Then, tell me."

"My mom died when I was six." He begins, staring ahead. This time, I don't mind. Instead, I hang on his every words. "My dad... I guess he never actually cared about me. He put me in an orphanage about two days after her funeral. I stayed there for two years, but they still let me go to school."

"When your mom died... is that when you outcasted yourself?"

"No. But not very long after. I outcasted myself because my dad didn't care about me, my mom died, and my only friend had left and never once replied to any message I send him. I was alone. No one loved me. No one ever did. And no one ever will."

"How do you know?"

"Because I don't believe in love. I never will. Because it doesn't exist."

"Austin, love does exist. You just need to find the right people to express that feeling toward you. Who's that lady upstairs? Your grandma? She took you in, didn't she?"

"She took me in because she had to. She had pity in me. No one wanted me, so she took me in. That's why this room is such a piece of trash. Because as soon as I'm eighteen, she'll tell me to find an appartment and move out. I know it."

I sigh. I never thought Austin's life was that messed up. "Austin, someone will love you, someday. Somewhere out there, someone loves you for who you are. And do you know who that person is?" He shrugs. "Me."

He turns his head and looks at me for the first time. "You?"

"Yes. Is it that hard to believe? If I didn't care about you, I would've gave up on you a long time ago."

He shrugs. "I guess. But that doesn't mean love exists."

"Then I'll have to prove to you that it does."

"And how are you going to do that?"

"Just let me in and I'll prove you wrong."


BAM! There you go! Wow, Austin's life pretty bad, isn't it? None of you expected that, did you? Hehe, I planned this with Storygurl16 a while ago, about in the third chapter or so. We just needed to find where to put it. But here it is! His back-up story!

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The next chapter might take a while to update because Storygurl16 thinks she broke a bone in her ring finger, so she has trouble typing.

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