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I Own Nothing!

Ally's POV
I was awake, but my eyes were closed. Warmth surrounded me. In the silence, I could hear Austin snoring lightly beside me. I couldn't help but smile to myself. Within a few days, my whole life had turned around. I now lived with my totally perfect boyfriend in an amazing house. It's so nice waking up to all those good morning kisses. I love living with Austin and having our own space to do whatever we want whenever we want.

That thought brought a blush to my cheeks as memories of last night. The feel of our bodies against each other. The moans. The whole night in general was... amazing.

In the midst of my trip down memory lane, I almost didn't notice how the room was completely silent. I opened my eyes at last, a smile still on my face.

Austin smiled back at me and absentmindedly played with my hair. "Morning Als."

"Morning," I replied. He ran his hand along my bare side and stopped at my inner thigh. I shivered slightly as he brought my leg up and hitched it around his waist and when he ran his hands along my leg, tracing patterns every now and then I couldn't help but sigh in content. I felt a trail of electricity following his fingers. My breath hitched in my throat.

Austin smirked and planted a kiss on my forehead. "We have to practise for the song today; auditions are next week," I said, now playing with his hair. Austin groaned. "Don't remind me."

"Aren't you the one usually psyched for things like this?" I teased.

"I'm lazy," Austin said matter-of-factly, making me laugh. Then he started humming the Lazy Song.

"Last night was really great, shall we continue it, Als?"

"Mm, I don't know, hey," I said, grinning at his puppy dog face. "Seriously, we have classes today." I got up, Austin following in suit.

"You know, it's a good thing that you're the responsible one," he said with a laugh. I left to take a shower. After I was done, I walked back into our room to find Austin gone. I grabbed some dark skinny jeans, some grey ankle boots with a wedged heel and a cute yellow tank with a white cardigan over the top.

Walking into the hallway I had to pinch myself again to make sure I wasn't dreaming. This house was without a doubt the coolest I'd ever seen. It had four huge bedrooms – the biggest belonging to Austin and I – all with their own bathrooms, two living rooms (one upstairs and one downstairs), an immense kitchen, an entertainment area complete with a bar, a huge cinema-like TV screen and chairs and a music room.

That's right; I have a music room in my own house. It even had a mini recording studio inside! How awesome is that?! And outside was a vast green yard with a big, luxurious pool and a table that seats fourteen for any outside events. My dream house for sure.

The whistling coming from the kitchen told me where Austin had disappeared to. There e sat, in boxers and a shirt, on the counted flipping through the mail.

"Junk, junk, junk, bills, junk, junk... ooh a coupon for ice cream!"

"Are you sure you're over the age of five?" I asked as I waltzed passed him to grab milk from the fridge. "Are you sure you're under the age of-"

"Don't say it," I said, sending a warning glance in his direction. Austin chuckled. "Okay, okay. So, what's for breakfast?"

"Well I just need to get the toaster and the kettle..." I stopped opening cupboards, surprised by the booming laughter that came from my boyfriend. Austin clapped his hands, still laughing. I swear, he laughs like he smokes.

I frowned. "What?"

"You call that cooking?!" he said, still chuckling. I retrieved the toaster with a victorious huff. "I'd like to see you do better, Moon."

"As a matter of fact, I can." I rolled my eyes good naturedly. "And who taught you? Your mommy?" Instead of a sarcastic remark, I was greeted with a sheepish yes.

"Aw Austin that's so sweet!" I said, half impressed with his confession. I would be totally impressed if it weren't for the fact that to me she didn't seem like the type to actually cook for herself. She seemed like the type to have a personal chef to do stuff like that for her.

"Yeah I am," he said cockily, just as I expected.

"Just go get dressed and I'll make breakfast," I ordered.

"Gotcha."

Logan's POV
My eyes quickly scanned all the students in my class as we stretched. For some reason, our teacher always said it was good for us to stretch before a lesson started. Something about 'letting the creative juices flow' or whatever. My eyes lingered for a bit on Third, whose muscles stretched visibly as he stretched. I never noticed how fit he was. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who had noticed, because some girls – and even our teacher – were eyeing him. Yuck.

I moved on until I got to Ross. He was lean, and had very little muscle on him, unlike Blondie and Third. I scowled automatically at the thought of that pompous, irritating and annoying blond boy. Although we still have our fights and the occasional dirty look, we haven't been that bad. We're what Trish calls 'frenemies' or something. That boy is just full of surprises. Like when he and Ally moved in together? I did not see that coming at all. I always thought he was like an older version on Ross with the addition of that huge ass ego.

Ross. The sweet and innocent and totally cowardly boy I'd come to known, was now flirting up a storm with Tasha. I watched as he talked animatedly while Tasha stood and listened, laughed or talked. Most of the time, she was giggling and brushing away her bangs from her eyes. I'll never understand the art of flirting. Ross had gotten this confidence boost right after she showed up with her new hairstyle. She seemed less timid, too. I guess my mom was right when she said looks matter.

I frowned and pushed back the thoughts of mom and home and the rest of my family. I came here to forget, I scolded myself.

"Now, class, we shall be putting all this newfound energy into a game of trust. For if there is no trust in the theatre, then how will we learn to work together and put on a spectacular show?" She said with a dramatic flourish. "I need you all to get into groups of four or five, with one person in the middle.

Suddenly all around me, people were racing to be in groups. No one asked me. I shrugged it off and waltzed off to the spot where Frizzy, Ross, Tasha and Third stood. I saw Frizzy's grin fade a little.

What was up with her? Ever since the night Ross and I became an 'item' she's been acting weird around me. I had this feeling in my gut that she knew about me and Ross. I know that if she does know, she's probably hating on me right now. But I have college to get through, Ross' failed love life to help and survive the end of the semester when I have to go back to Canada. Back to being part of a matched set. Frizzy can think whatever she wants.

"So who's in the middle?" Third asked. No one volunteered so I sauntered into the centre.

"Alright! Now I want the people in the middle to fall stiffly and they must trust their comrades." I snorted at the word 'comrades'. "And the catcher must be trusted to catch, whilst the one falling must trust that they'll be caught. Fall... and catch... and fall... and catch..."

Her words were so soothing. I closed my eyes and fell backward. I forced myself to stay still and fall easily. To my surprise, Tasha managed to catch me. And then again, I was falling, falling... and was caught by Third. So it went. I fell and landed against someone's chest. It was peaceful. Suddenly, I was falling and falling... and no one was catching. I shrieked and opened my eyes just as I landed on the ground with a thud. Someone underneath me groaned in pain. Third. I quickly got to my feet and dusted myself off. Third stood up, rubbing his arm.

"You're so heavy for such a tiny person," he teased.

"Or maybe you're just weak," I shot back.

"Burn!" Ross exclaimed with a laugh. Our teacher looked our way with a frown.

"And what is going on here?"

"Sorry Miss. I just lost my balance," Third said with the biggest, cheesiest smile I'd ever seen. I laughed as our professor flushed. It was sad, really. She quickly regained her posture and clapped her hands sharply to get the attention of everyone else.

"Right! Let's have someone else in the middle now," she ordered. And so it went on. All the while, Tasha and Ross were having their gestures with each other. All the while Tony was staring intently at Tasha with a strange look All the while Frizzy was sending me the evils.

Frizzy staring at me with that look on her face served as a wakeup call. So at the end of the lesson, I threw my arms around Ross' neck and planted one on him. Tasha faltered and Third whistled. I pulled away and saw Frizzy huff and march out of the room. Tasha wordlessly left the room, Third chasing after her. And Ross just sent me a dirty look and left as well. I almost laughed to myself. Who knew there'd be this much drama offstage?!

Tasha's POV
I'm not quite sure why, but I actually thought Ross was interested for a second. I was so embarrassed – he obviously didn't feel the same way! The pain I felt was starting to get a little too familiar for my liking. Is this why Sonya was always so bitter? Because she knew Austin would never like her back? It must have been hard for her, because everyone around her was always reminding her of what a perfect couple Austin and Ally made. I never should have underestimated the pain that came with love. It really sucked. I can only imagine how Sonya got through this every single day. I don't think it helped that Austin lived next door to us.

Right now I needed to get far away from Ross, who I know will be following me for many different reasons. I considered going off campus, but I wasn't up for that. This school is huge – there must be someplace where Ross will know where to find me. I heard footsteps behind me and quickened my pace. Soon I was running. I didn't know where to, but I didn't need anyone right now. Unfortunately, they started running as well. I could tell it was Tony by the way his sneakers squeaked on the floor. Just as I made it outside, I felt a hand grab my elbow and gently, but swiftly, press me against the trunk of a tree. Tony stared down at me with a puzzled yet worried look on his face.

"Tasha, are you okay?" he asked, his eyes boring into mine. Those same brown eyes that I'd known for three years. The same brown eyes that I'd always see in the hallways at school back in Barcelona. Yes, Sonya, Tony and I went to the same high school. But since he was in Sonya's age group, I only ever saw him a few times. But those few times were the best moments ever. Whenever I was in the library or outside in the courtyard at school, he just happened to be there. We didn't talk much. I just sat and read or did assignments and he doodled. He was always doodling somewhere. He even drew on his arms sometimes. I'd always found it amusing. Then, one day he caught me singing to myself – something I almost never did because of fear of being laughed at. But he smiled and told me I was a good singer. I remember the way his eyes twinkled as he said it. It was nice having someone like him tell me I was actually good at something other than academics. But, unfortunately, he moved the following year. And I only met up with him again here at PCA.

I sniffed. "I don't know."

"Tasha," he said a warning tone in his voice. "If you don't tell me what's wrong, I'll be forced to do it!" I gasped. In a split second, I was on the ground, underneath him, gasping for air as I laughed. Tony knew I was very ticklish – it was my weakest spot. I laughed until my sides hurt, and tears coming from my eyes. Tony was laughing along. He saw that I had had enough so he stopped. We sat up, panting and smiling. It felt good to laugh.

"Thanks Tony," I said with a happy sigh. I was still down, but I wasn't as gloomy as before.

"Anytime, Tash. So... are you going to tell me what's wrong?" he asked, staring at me again. I leaned back against the tree with my hands on my knees and my legs folded up to my chest. "I like Ross," I said simply. "No wait, I love him."

Tony smiled a small smile. "I guess I'm out of the game, huh?" I said nothing, looking at him apologetically. Tony sighed. "Oh well. So why don't you go and get him?"

"Because he's not available."

"So was Austin. But Sonya never gave up, now did she?" Tony said with a cheeky grin.

True.

Ally's POV
"Okay so maybe we should go through the song one last time for the auditions tomorrow," I said, arranging my music sheet on the piano. Austin nodded and plopped onto the bench with a huff. "Or maybe a break?" he said weakly.

"I suppose so. You have earned it," I said in agreement. "So can we go grab something to eat before class? I'm starved," Austin said.

"You're always hungry," I said with a laugh. I got up with him and together we made our way through the crowded halls to the Caf.

"Ally, I've been wondering," Austin started, playing with my fingers.

"Yeah?"

"Well, isn't it weird how none of our friends have been to our place yet?" I shrugged, "I guess. Is this your way of saying you want to throw a party at our house?" Austin sent me a sheepish smile. "Is that a yes?" I pretended to think about it. "Okay," I said. "Why not?"

"Yes!" Austin exclaimed. We quickly ordered our food and went outside at our usual table where Ross, Dez, Logan and Trish sat. Austin and I set down our food.

"Hey guys. Where are Tasha and Tony?" I asked. Ross sat silently, poking his sandwich with a plastic fork. I wonder why he's so down. Logan chugged down her Coke and let out a huge burp. "Somewhere around here," she said.

"Logan that's disgusting," Trish snapped. Dez just laughed. "Trish looks so funny when she's mad." As expected, this encouraged a fight between Trish and Dez. Logan chewed slowly and watched with amusement. "Whoa. I started that?"

"No," Austin said sarcastically.

"And who asked you?" Logan retorted. Austin smirked. "You did. Forgotten already?"

I could not believe all four of them were fighting when Ross was obviously feeling unhappy.

"Ross," I started gently, "What's bothering you?" Ross grunted in response.

"Is it about school or something?" I asked. He shook his head. "No. It's..." he trailed off.

"What is it?" I asked, leaning forward. He hesitantly replied, "Uh, its girl troubles." I nodded in understanding. He continued.

"And it's really stressing me out. I mean, one moment I think Tasha likes me then the next, Logan comes and attacks me in front of her and now she's mad at me and spending more time with Tony and not to mention I have schoolwork to worry about-"

I cut him off. "You know what? You need to relieve some stress. Come to a party at Austin and I's place."

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