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Ally
I can feel Austin look into my eyes as I gaze into his hazel ones. We just stand there with our arms around each other – mine being around his neck and his around my waist. My brain keeps on pushing me to lean in for a kiss, but apparently, Austin beats me to it.
He tilts his head to the right and leans in closer to me. For a moment, I start to panic; unsolved feelings bubbling in my brain. But, I can't help myself to not lean in as well. My eyes slowly close and I suddenly get goose bumps of what may happen next.
Then, I somehow 'feel' a white flash coming that could possibly ruin the moment. Before I know it though, the gap between me and Austin is closed. Our lips are pressed together.
At first, it comes as a shock to me. It's kind of like an electric shock in a way. And, there's this special feeling that I get. In my stomach for some weird reason, butterflies start flying around. It honestly is weird considering I've never felt this way before. Okay, I know there's still this chunk of the past I'm still missing from my memory, so for the time being, I'm not exactly sure what I'm feeling. I barely know how to describe it.
The white flash passes through us and I'm the first to pull away. I look into Austin's hazel eyes and freeze for a second. He stares right back at me. Our arms are still around each other, but neither of us let go of the other. We only stand in each other's arms gazing into the other's eyes.
Finally, Austin says, "Your hair." He knits his eyebrows confusingly.
"What about my hair?" What, does it look bad or something after the whole Claws thing?
"It's different." Now, it's my turn to knit my eyebrows. What did…that mean? As if he could read my mind, Austin adds on, "Not that it looks bad or anything, but it like, has highlights. And, it's more, um, curly."
"Really?" I take my arms off of his neck, causing him to remove his from around my waist.
I then realize our surroundings. The practice room. Walking over to a nearby mirror, I realize that my friend's right. My hair is different. I touch the ends of it; examining my new blonde highlights. In fact, it looks just how it did when I first woke up in that darkness. Whoa, that's weird. Then again, since when things aren't weird in the dream world?
"Wow," I then say. "My hair looks really good!"
"Way to be modest, Ally," Austin jokes. Playfully, I roll my eyes.
On another note, I also notice that there's been yet another automatic clothing change. This time, I'm wearing a sparkly pink top and gray skinny jeans. Austin on the other hand wears a black shirt with an olive-green jacket and dark blue jeans.
"But, um, anyway," I speak up. "We should talk about–"
My blonde friend cuts me off. "The kiss."
"Yeah." The two of us sit down in chairs facing each other. Before saying anything else, I carefully choose my words. "Well, the kiss – It was…good." I decide to go with something simple as "good"; trying to not make things too complicated. I mean, even if the kiss is considered good, could we be, like, together? That would be weird. Would it?
Nearly almost after I say it, Austin says, "The kiss was really good."
"Okay, really good," I admit. I have to admit, for my first kiss, it was really good. There's supposed to be that electric spark running through your body. I think…
"So, now what? Do we stay friends? Or do we…?" He doesn't complete his last sentence, and I'm not sure that he wants to.
I decide to bring up, "Well, we'll always be friends, right?"
"And partners," he adds on. "Always."
"Do you think we can agree on that for now?" I ask hopefully. A part of me wants to stay just friends with Austin, but another part of me wants to be dating Austin. But, I don't think we could right now. It somehow just doesn't seem right. I don't know why though.
"Yeah, I think we can agree on that." At the same time, we stand up from our spots. I hold out my hand for him to shake while the blonde holds out his arms for another hug. Then, we switch positions – my arms out for a hug and his hand out for me to shake. We chuckle at our gestures, and decide to go for the hug.
Again, our arms are around each other. And again, I get this warm and fuzzy feeling inside me. Though, it's actually a nice feeling.
But, even though Austin and I are going to remain just friends, I honestly don't think that will change either of our feelings. At the very least, it won't change my feelings. Because, I know just I have somehow fallen for my one and only blonde, childish, and talented rock star friend – Austin Moon.
"Okay, so if we're going to write more songs, we have to dig deep with our feelings. The words should come from your heart." I explain more of the songwriting process to Austin who's sitting on the black piano bench listening to me talk. I stand in front of the grand piano down in the store; using hand gestures. "What's the last powerful emotion you've experienced?"
"Well," Austin shrugs. "I've felt feelings?" Okay, not the response I'm looking for.
I try to push him a little. "Come on, you can do better than that."
"Yeah, but you are the song writer after all," Austin rejects. "What's the last powerful emotion you've experienced?"
Without even thinking about it, I say, "Love."
Austin shyly blushes and glances down at the ground before looking up at me again. "Really?"
"Yeah, I was standing next to you here, and I thought," I pause for a second; realizing what I'm about to say. "Man, I really love my grand piano. I've had it in the store for such a long time!" Well, I suppose that should be an okay cover up.
My friend gives me a small smile, and says, "Oh, well, I guess we can go with a love song then."
"Yeah, I love a good love song." I walk over to the piano bench and sit down next to him. "Let's come up with a few chords." I play a few keys on the piano; grinning at the start of a new song.
"That's sounds great," the blonde compliments my work. "Now, I'm guessing we come up with some lyrics. Um, so what's great about love?"
I dig into my thoughts. "Well, love never fades over time," I say. "It's…timeless."
"Ooh, I got it!" exclaims my friend. He sings and plays some keys on the piano, "This love is never gonna fade. We are timeless! We are timeless!"
I'm shocked at how Austin amazingly changed my words into good lyrics. "Wow, that's incredible! You're a better songwriter than I thought."
"Thanks," he tells me. "But, it was a good friend who taught me though."
My heart melts at his words. "Aww…" That is just so sweet of him to say.
"Well, was he taught to steal songs?" a voice interrupts us. Austin and I stand up from the piano bench to see who the person is. Actually, there are two people.
Val and Trent.
Suddenly, memories of them start to overflow in my brain. I first remember Trent as Trish's boyfriend and back up dancer. But, it then hits me that he was only using Trish. Later on, Trent, or T-Fame as he calls himself, steals our song and he gets attacked by bees when he and Austin go on The Wanda Watson Show. After some time, Val comes into the picture. She tricked me and the rest of Team Austin to signing me to a five-year contract with The Stray Kitties. Luckily, I was able to get out of it. And then, she accused Austin of stealing 'her song', Steal Your Heart and we were all sent to court. Of course, we eventually won the trial after everyone figured out who the song was about. But, um, actually, I don't remember who the song was about.
"Val?" I question.
Austin adds on, "Trent?"
"What are you two doing here?" My friend asks them.
"And, what do you mean 'taught to steal songs'?" I also say. Okay, I know this woman is crazy, and also revengeful, but she is just over the top with these things.
"You and Austin stole our two songs," Trent answers. "You Can Come to Me and Steal Your Heart."
What? That's crazy! Why would I or Austin steal a song? Sure, Austin's stolen my song, Double Take, but he knows better now. "Why would we even think of that?"
"I don't know," Val then says to us. "But, it doesn't matter. See you both in court!" She lets out an evil and malicious laugh as she hands us a document with court information on it.
"Yeah, see you in court!" Trent snickers before following Val out of the store.
Hmm, this is going to get interesting. I'm sure we're definitely going to win the trial, but there's something that bothers me. I mean, last time this happened in the real world, Austin had to eventually sing his song to help prove his case. Now though, I think that means – Oh no…
That means this time in court, I have to perform You Can Come to Me with Austin. Well, things just get better and better, don't they?
This chapter's a lot shorter than the previous ones, but of course, I needed a chapter to move the story along to the next point in my plot. :) So, yeah. Things are definitely going to be interesting soon. :D