*Austins POV*

I wasn't sure if she'd come. My fingers moved over the strings, creating a melody.

The melody I had created.

I smiled. She wouldn't believe her ears. I, Austin Moon, had actually written a song.

Turned out all I needed was a muse.

Yesterday, I was trying to find a song that fit my situation right now. Like always, I was trying to find myself in a song.

But I couldn't find one. I couldn't find a song that really represented this… thing. The thing with Ally.

So I had written my own song. The song that did represent this whole thing. And to my own surprise, it turned out to be a good song.

I had texted her, asking to meet me in the music room at school before class started. Knowing Ally, she'd be early anyways.

But maybe she didn't read my text, or maybe she thought I was kidding. I was never at school before second period.

Ever.

But this time, I was. And it was her fault.

The door opened and I smiled at her. She looked surprised.

"You're actually here, I thought you might have sent that text in your sleep or something," she laughed.

I was glad she was acting like always. Not that I had expected her to bring up yesterday.

She was just like me; if we don't talk about it anymore, it's like it never happened.

She came closer. How did she look this good, this early in the morning? It was simply not fair.

"I, uhm, I want you to hear something," I said. My voice trembled a little. Why did it do that? It had never done that before!

Also her fault.

"Why?" She furrowed her brows, but sat next to me on the little bench in the corner.

"I wrote it… for the musical."

I didn't. But she couldn't know that.

I wrote it within an hour last night, not able to stop. I wrote it because I wanted to say something, but I couldn't.

That night, writing in Ally's practise room, she'd told me that's why she liked writing songs.

"It's kind of like a message in a bottle," she had said. "It's like, if you have something you really want to say to someone, but you're too scared to say it to them, you write it in a song and you send it out into the world and maybe it'll end up with them."

So I wrote a song, to tell her what I wanted to say.

But I wasn't telling her that. I was hoping that although I told her I wrote it for the musical, she would hear it and realise it was about her.

Yeah, because every time I tried to drop hints, that next morning in the practise room, or yesterday, it worked out so well. And the hints couldn't get any clearer than the one yesterday.

I needed to be careful with that. I could've ruined everything, yesterday.

A shiver went down my back, thinking that she could've not gone after me. She could've gone with him.

And then I would've lost her.

"For the musical?" she asked, confused.

"Yeah. I know it's already done, but I was just reading the script and I felt like I had something left to say." Seeing her confusion, I quickly corrected myself. "Jake had something left to say."

I started with the melody again.

"You don't have to put it in, if you don't like it. I just want your opinion. It is the first song I've ever written, after all."

I took a deep breath, and turned to her. She looked curious.

And I started singing.

I've been searching for something true,
and my heart says it must be you.
I'd love to fall and see it through,
but only if you told me to.

I'd run through the desert, I'd walk through the rain,
Get you into trouble and take all the blame.
I'd paint you a picture, write you a song,
and I'd do it all over if I did it all wrong.

I looked up, so I could look at her. She stared right back, a smile around her lips.

I don't want to steal you away,
or make you change the things that you believe.
I just wanna drink from the words you say,
and be everything you need.
Yeah I could be so good at loving you,
but only if you told me to.

And maybe this is something I'll never be,
but I'll be right here until you tell me.

When I stopped, Ally started clapping.

"That's amazing, Austin! I'll find a way to put it in the musical. Wow, that's such a good song! I'll definitely put it in. I have to go to class, but really, good job!"

She squeezed my shoulder and hurried away.

I sighed. Of course she didn't get it. No, she wasn't very good with hints.

But I wasn't sure if I was brave enough to tell her up front and risk losing the best thing that had ever happened to me.

*Ally's POV*

He must think I'm so rude, running off like that.

But I had to get out of there, before I did something stupid. Because I was totally the kind of person that could blurt out: "Wow I wish this song was about me."

Cause I did. Wish it was about me. The way he was staring into my eyes while singing it, made me want to lurch forward and kiss him.

Which wasn't good, because he was just a friend.

I sighed. I realised yesterday, after he'd run off like that, leaving me with those words, that although I had pushed the thought of Austin being more than just my friend away, because I didn't want to admit that it was something I really wanted.

I liked Austin.

And it was a terrible thing, because he would never like me, not like that.

The audience would love this song. It would be one of the favourites, I was sure of it.

I'd fit it in right before they admitted their love for each other.

The only problem with this song was that it sounded more like a song you would sing to someone you've known for a long time.

And these kids only knew each other for a couple of days before "falling in love".

I sat down in biology at my table at the window, and stared outside.

On the other hand, I hadn't known Austin for that long either, and still, it felt like I'd never been without him.

Suddenly, I understood Romeo and Juliet a little better.

You could actually fall in love with someone really fast. Maybe not two days, let's be honest here.

But still, quite fast.

"Hi Ally, is anyone sitting here?"

I looked up, right at Kira, who was smiling at me. I smiled back.

"No, sure, go ahead." Trish wasn't here today.

She was "sick". Meaning, she had to hand in an assignment that she had obviously not done yet.

"Are you excited for the big day?" I asked. I realised it sounded like she was getting married, so I quickly corrected myself. "The musical. I mean."

She laughed.

I was jealous of her laugh. Her laugh sounded really pretty.

"Yeah, I am. But I'm also a bit nervous. It's in two days already, and I don't feel like I'm comfortable with all my lines yet."

I nodded understandingly. "You want me to read with you? I know all of the lines, probably because I wrote them. Can't forget them!"

"Thank you Ally, but that's okay," she answered. "Austin is helping me read. Makes more sense, since he is going to be on stage with me, right?"

I nodded, ignoring the knot that my insides were tying.

"I'm having dinner with him tonight, so we might read then." She giggled, before continuing: "But then again, we might be busy with… other things."

I took a deep breath.

I needed to stop this. Austin wasn't into me. We weren't ever going to be together. He wasn't supposed to be with someone like me; he belonged with someone like Kira.

Someone really pretty and popular and nice.

I tried to focus on my biology work, but I couldn't concentrate.

I couldn't shake the feeling that for someone that always made fun of romantic movies for being unrealistic and stupid, I was being really unrealistic and stupid about who I was falling in love with.

Song; If You Told Me To by Hunter Hayes