A/N: Hey everyone, so you know how I said that I was in the works of an Austin and Ally iPod Shuffle? Well, I decided to write that Austin and Ally story based on the Hunger Games too. I just don't know which one I should release first. Anyway, here's Chapter 25!
Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally or any of it's characters, they belong to Disney.
Now on with the story!
It was time to do it. It was now or never. Austin picked up his phone and dialed Ally's number.
"Hey Austin! How did your doctor's appointment go?" she asked. This was it. It was time to tell her.
"Ally…" Austin began.
"Oh no! What's wrong?" She sounded really upset. Austin cringed at the pain in her voice. He didn't want her to worry about him.
"It's just a cold. Nothing terribly wrong."
"Oh I am so glad to hear that! Can't wait for you to perform at my party next week!" They hung up. Austin should have just told her what was wrong with him, but all that mattered was that Ally was happy, right?
One week later…
It had been a week since Austin had received that terrible news at the doctor's office. He still hadn't told Ally, and her birthday was tonight. The only people who knew besides his parents were Trish and Dez.
"You haven't told her yet?" Dez exclaimed.
"I'm sorry!" Austin shouted at him.
"You know she's gonna find out eventually," Trish said.
"I know! Don't worry, I'm going to tell her!"
"And when were you planning to do that? On your deathbed?" Dez exclaimed. He instantly regretted it when he saw a single tear roll down his best friend's cheek.
"The doctor said that there IS a possibility that I could fight it."
"Listen I'm sorry buddy. I'm not gonna let my best friend die," Dez said as he put a hand on Austin's back. Trish came up and did the same.
"I feel for you Austin and I am going to be there to support you all the way, but you are still going to have to tell Ally you know," Trish said.
"I know, I know. But today is her birthday. I at least owe her happiness on this special day. We are going to let her have her party, I'll perform, and she will be happy. I will tell her first thing tomorrow morning. I promise!"
"Ok, as long as you promise," Trish said.
Later that night…
Austin was under strict orders by the doctor not to do anything physical until they could meet about his condition, but he thought that one night of performing couldn't hurt. He was in Ally's backyard setting up for his performance. He smiled when he saw her walking towards him. She had a bright smile on her face. She looked so happy. It was a shame that she was going to receive bad news tomorrow.
"Hey birthday girl," Austin said as he gave her a kiss.
"Glad to see that your cold is gone."
"Yeah…" Austin said, his voice cracking.
"Everything ok?" Ally asked raising her eyebrows.
"Um, yeah, just feeling a little lightheaded is all, but I'll be fine." It was true that he was feeling a little lightheaded, but he shrugged it off. Tonight was Ally's night and if she wanted him to perform, he was going to perform no matter what.
"Ok. You go on in five minutes."
"Great," he said. She smiled and walked away.
Five Minutes Later…
"I'm Austin Moon and I'm gonna sing a song for you!" Austin shouted as he ran up on stage. He noticed that it took a little more effort to do that than it normally did, but he shrugged it off. Everyone cheered him on as he went into the song. He was doing really great, singing and dancing, when he felt a sharp pain in his head.
"Ah!" he shouted as he grabbed his head and passed out on the stage.
An hour later…
Austin woke up to see that he was laying on a blanket on the grass in Ally's backyard with and ice pack on his head. It had all happened so fast. One minute, he was performing, and the next he was in excruciating pain. He looked up to see Ally leaning over him with Trish and Dez sitting beside her.
"What the hell was that?" Ally asked. "What is going on?"
"I think it's time that you told her," Trish sighed.
"Ally…" Austin began, "I have cancer."
A/N: Aw! Poor Austin! So what's going to happen now? You will just have to stay tuned and see!
Xx, Katherine
