I didn't end up celebrating with Trish. I ended up going back to my room, laying on my back on the floor and listening to Taylor Swift songs while stuffing my face with chocolate ice cream.

That is the thing girls do when they're hurting over boys, okay.

For some reason, I wished I could at least be angry at Austin. It would make it easier to get over him.

But I couldn't.

Because when you think about it, he didn't actually do anything wrong. The only thing I could think of that he shouldn't have done was kiss me, but I couldn't be mad at him for that because it had felt so right. The one that should really be mad at him for that is Kira. When he kissed Kira he didn't even know I liked him. So I had no reason to be angry at him.

And after everything, he had still been an amazing friend to me, saving my ass on that stage and being there for me. If the roles would have been reversed, I didn't think I could have handled this with as much grace as he did.

But all of this didn't make me feel any better. Because I lost my best friend. I felt a little guilty to Trish for calling Austin my best friend, but if I was really honest with myself, it was the truth. I loved Trish, but she never got me like Austin did. He seemed to read me like a book. I never had to explain myself to him, or be afraid to be myself.

And I lost the guy I was deeply in love with. By now, I'd given up on lying to myself, saying it was just a little crush.

After spending the day on the floor, I'd moved to my bed, hoping I could catch some sleep. But of course, that wasn't happening.

I couldn't go to my roof. But I definitely couldn't stay here. I would go crazy. And so I slipped out of the room and went to the only other place I could think of: the classroom where the piano was.

I pressed some keys, and without realizing it, I started to play a familiar tune. The tune to the song I'd written not long ago. And right now, it felt so relevant, so true, that I couldn't help but start singing it, softly, with tears in my eyes. But also, with a smile on my face.

"I can't sleep tonight, wide awake and so confused.
Everything's in line, but I am bruised.
I need a voice to ego, I need a light to take me home.
I kinda need a hero,
Is it you?"

*Austins POV*

When I couldn't sleep, I liked wandering around the school. Normally, I would've ended up on the roof, but I figured Ally might be there, and I was probably the last person she'd want to see.

I really screwed this one up.

I wish I could just explain to her. But on the other hand, it might not make a difference. I couldn't say that I didn't want to kiss Kira, that she kissed me, because that was not strictly true. I did kiss Kira. But if I knew Ally was an option, I wouldn't have.

That sounded stupid, and it would never make Ally forgive me. If I told her I was planning on using Kira to get over her, she would hate me even more. And I understood why. Now I thought about it, it wasn't my time of greatest judgement. But I liked Kira. Really liked her. She could make me laugh, she was nice, she was pretty, and she seemed to like me too.

And I figured if I spent enough time with her, I could fall in love with her.

And fall out of love with Ally. Because she didn't need a guy like me. She needed someone without complications, that didn't have to watch every step because he might get kicked out of school and shipped off to the other side of the country. She didn't need a guy with walls.

Even though those walls seemed pretty much gone as soon as Ally was involved. I didn't know why I trusted her so much. And why I felt the overwhelming need to protect her, from everything. She was the best friend I'd ever had, and I wasn't planning to ruin that with falling in love with her.

I promised myself I wouldn't fall in love with her, the day she caught me singing her song. Because I could tell, right away, that she was special. Innocent. And I would just break that innocence, and I couldn't do that to her. No, I promised myself I would just be her friend, protect her from everything that I possibly could.

I promised myself I would never hurt her.

I broke all of these promises. Yeah, made quite a mess of them, honestly.

I sighed, turning a corner, making my way to the music room. I figured I could play some piano, calm myself. It used to work. But I hadn't played the piano in a long time.

A piano is not the kind of instrument you move very easy, and when you move every 6 months, all your belongings have to be moved easy. They have to fit in a box, because most of them wouldn't even get out of the box before you went on to the next place.

And then I heard it, snapping me out of my thought immediately. Music. From a piano. I got closer, holding my breath, making sure I didn't make a sound.

"Somebody speak to me, 'cause I'm feeling like hell.
Need you to answer me, I'm overwhelmed.
I need a voice to echo, I need a light to take me home,
I need a star to follow, I don't know.
I never see the forest for the trees, I could really use your melody.
Baby I'm a little blind, I think it's time,
for you, to find me."

Her eyes were closed. Even in the dark, I could tell her cheeks were wet. She'd been crying. It felt like my heart was squeezed by an iron fist. I figured I was the reason for her tears.

When I first saw her sad, when she told me about her stage fright, I'd promised myself I'd never be the reason for her tears.

Another promise I broke.

"Can you be my nightingale,
Sing to me, I know you're there.
You could be my sanity,
Bring me peace, sing me to sleep.
Say you'll be my nightingale."

I swallowed hard. Nightingale. I was her nightingale. I had never understood what she'd meant with that, figured it was just the sleep talking, but I knew now. I was her nightingale.

"I don't know what I'd do without you,
Your words a like a whisper, come through.
As long as you're here with me tonight,
I'm good."

And I'd be damned if I didn't stay it. It didn't matter what it would take. I had to get her to forgive me. I wanted to be her nightingale. I knew I could be. I just had to show her.

And so I stormed away, back to my room. I had no longer time to wander the halls without a purpose: I had a plan to plot.

"Can you be my nightingale, feel so close,
I know you're there."

**Song: Nightingale by Demi Lovato, it's my favorite song ever so listen to it.