Ally sat on the couch and sighed. She had no idea what she was going to do and how the hell she was going to tell Trish. Her and Austin haven't spoken in four years and suddenly the pick things back up. She was worried that he had some deep, dark, personal, secret that he didn't tell her. She was scared that he was trying to get out of a relationship with another girl.
She trusted Austin so much in the past, but after leaving without telling her, she was not sure. She wasn't sure what would happen if she moved in with him. She questioned whether or not she would enjoy being bombarded with paparazzi and fan girls of Austin. She wasn't sure if she was ready to get hate from die-hard Austin Moon fans. She liked being ordinary Ally.
Rachel came walking into the living room and sat down next to Ally. She knew Ally was torn about this idea. "Ally, you have to make up your mind. I'll be fine moving in with Eric. If you truly loved Austin, you would do this," she suggested.
"Yeah, but what if something goes wrong? This whole thing is like a fairy tale. He left me and then miraculously, we found each other again. But there is always a plot twist. What if he has a girlfriend back in LA?" she groaned in frustration. Ally always over thinks things. It's just the way she is.
"I doubt it. Fate is fate. Plus, he is crazy about you," Rachel laughed. She has secretly wanted them to get back together since Ally told her the story. "He'll be back in a few hours, what are you going to tell him?" she interjected.
"No. I'm not moving to Los Angeles. I can't do this. I can't drop everything just to be with the guy of my dreams. There's always a plot twist in cases like these, and I know I'm setting myself up for one." She sighed and walked into her room.
Ally walked into her room and saw that a book sitting on her nightstand. It must be Austin's journal. She wanted to read it so badly, but she knew it would be wrong. She went with her gut and opened the book and started to read it. There were lyrics scribbled all over the place, notes about a mystery girl (which was Ally), ideas for a photo-shoot, lists of phone numbers and most importantly his thoughts. The more she read his book, the more realized that he was lonely without her and he needed her. Not for songs or anything, rather he needs her as his friend again. She realized that he was miserable on tour and that he hated his life. She flipped the page to find a more recent page. She knew it because it was scribbled in her pink pen and she knows Austin would never use a pink pen. They were lyrics to a song. He actually wrote a song, she thought to herself. She read it and loved it. It was a lot better than the pioneer ranger song he wrote back in high school she thought.
"I'm okay, I'm doing just fine. Everyone back home has finally moved on. I know it's been awhile, but these highway lines just got me thinking. I thought I'd let you know no matter where we go, or what we do. You'll affect me more than you could ever know."
It took her a while to register the lyrics. The longer she read over it, she knew how lonely he was and having the possibly dealing with depression. He wasn't the joyful, cheeky, cheery Austin she knew. He was now sad, angry, and lonely. She had to move out to Los Angeles. She flipped a couple pages back to read about the mystery girl, which she knew it was about her.
She laughed at the thought that he still kept her old high school yearbook photos. She gave them to him as a joke, but he kept them anyway, tucked away in between pages. She felt bad for throwing his into a box in the back of her closet into the box of bad memories. When she finished invading his book, she fetched the box out of her closet and started looking at things.
She jumped when she heard her door open.
"Hello?" she yelled.
"Als are you here? Rachel let me up," Austin asked. His voice tired and annoyed.
"In my room," she replied.
He walked slowly into her room and groaned. "I hate New York."
"It's not that bad," she shrugged, causing him to lightly laugh.
He climbed onto her bed and slid his arm around her. "LA is a lot better," he suggested.
"Speaking on LA," he added. "Have you made up your mind yet?"
She shrugged and continued looking at things in the box. She still had no idea. She was obsessing on how great that song was, that she forgot about everything else.
"You alright?" he asked.
"I guess. It's just like we're back to our old selves again and it's like us not talking for four years never happened," she sighed. Austin's heart immediately sunk into his stomach. He wanted this to work out so badly, but realized she had a point in this and he hated to admit that she was right.
"I guess I'm rushing things," he mumbled.
"No. Don't blame yourself on this. I'm just nervous about moving out to LA," she sighed.
"So you're thinking about it?" He grinned.
"Yeah. I just don't know how I'm going to explain to my family that I'm going back into the music industry."
He ignored her thought and looked down at the box. "What's this?" he asked. She looked up at him and grinned. "Things," she smiled.
He sat up next to her, Indian style looking at all of these items in this huge box. "What is all of this?" he asked again. "Stuff I collected over the four years I have known you. Like this," she laughed, picking up a harmonica. "Was this when it got stuck in the old lady and Dez had to give her the Heimlich maneuver?" he asked and she nodded. "Hey, I remember this" he beamed, picking up the ski mask. "This was when you left your songbook in Trish's ice cream cart," and she nodded.
"Butch and bitey!" he yelled. "How did you get that back?" he asked. "Trish got it for me," she smiled. He looked over at her and noticed her 'Ally' necklace. He got that for her for her birthday seven years ago. He was amazed that she kept it. "I just noticed you kept the necklace I got you," he whispered and she nodded. "I kept everything you gave me. Even when I was pissed at you, I kept everything. There were days when I wanted to toss it, but then I would be throwing out a huge piece of me," she sighed and he put his arm around her. "I'm glad I'm still a part of you," he whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek.
fyi. the lyrics are not mine :') my friend helped me pick out lyrics for this! wee.
