Wow I can't believe nobody guessed who it was. I mean, it was pretty obvious. He was in a bunch of other chapters, I think. But I am mad at all of you! I just reread my last chapter and NOBODY decided to tell me that I didn't put my name at the bottom like I always do. You're a bunch of meanies :(

"Hey, Austin. Have any problems while I was gone? I mean, not like you would or anything," Ally said when she came in. I gave a nervous laugh. "Funny you *squeak* should ask that *squeak* because..." "Oh they only had cold milk but I can heat it up for you if you want me to?" Ally cut me off. "Ally..." I started. "Where's the microwave?" she asked. "Ally..." I said again. "Oh, there it is. Right in front of you, Ally," she said smacking herself lightly on the forehead. "Ally..." I started yet again.

"How long do you think I should put it in there for?" she asked. "Ally..." I repeated. "I'm going to try a minute first, okay?" she asked. "Ally, forget the *squeak* stupid milk!" I exclaimed. She almost dropped the glass. "Why? I thought you wanted it..." she said. "I do *squeak* want it but I have to *squeak* tell you something," I said. "What?" she asked. "He came in *squeak* here. He's the one who *squeak* tried to kill me!" I exclaimed. "Who?" Ally asked. "It was *squeak*... It was *squeak," I tried to say.

"It was *squeak*" I sighed. Why can't I get it out? "Write it on the white board," Ally suggested. I picked it up and tried to write his name... but the marker ran dry before I could even write the first letter. I sighed again. "Well how will I know who he is if he walks in?" she asked. "I'll *squeak* tell you," I told her. "Okay then. So... do you think a minute is enough or not?" she asked. "For what?" I asked. "Your milk," she said. "Oh. Yeah, I think that's *squeak* enough," I said. "Okay." She put my milk in the microwave and put it on a minute.

Once it was done, she took it out and brought it back over to me. I took it but all I could do was stare at it. "Ally?" I asked. "Yeah?" she said. "Why can't we just have a *squeak* normal life?" "What do you mean?" she asked. "I don't know *squeak*exactly. We're just... not *squeak* normal. You know?" I said. "Well, first of all, because we're a singer-songwriter group and we're famous... sort of. And second of all, all of the best people of history weren't normal. I mean, think of Albert Einstein. He knew everything except how to tie his shoes. And think about-" I cut her off. "Ally, I don't want a *squeak* history lesson," I told her.

"Sorry, but no one is normal. What is normal? Nobody knows because a person like this does not exist," she told me. "You're right," I said. "Yeah, that makes *squeak* sense." I took a sip of my milk. Then another sip. And another and another. "This milk is *squeak* awesome!" I exclaimed. "Do you want *squeak* some?" I asked Ally. "Sure," she said taking the glass from me. "Why not?" She took a sip and said, "Eh, it's alright." She gave me back the glass and I took another sip.

All of a sudden, I was really tired. "I'm so *squeak* tired. Goodnight, Ally," I said and laid down more. "Goodnight," she said. She walked across the room. "What's wrong?" I asked. "What? Oh. Nothing, I'm just going to write some songs because I'm not that tired," she told me. "Oh... okay." And I was out like a light.

**Wednesday**

I woke up really early. Earlier than I usually would but I heard Ally's voice and that always gets me up. "You... got me caught... in all this mess... I guess... we can blame it on the rain. My pain... is knowing I can't have you. I can't have you. Tell me. Does she look at you the way I do? Try to understand the words you say and the way you move? Does she get the same big rush when you go in for a hug and your cheeks brush? Tell me am I crazy? Am I crazy? I catch my breath. The one you took the moment you entered the room. My heart, it breaks at the thought of her holding you. Does she look at you the way I do? Try to understand the words you say and the way you move? Does she get the same big rush when you go in for a hug and your cheeks brush? Tell me am I crazy... or is this more than a crush? Is it more than a crush? Maybe I'm alone in this but I find peace in solitude knowing if I had but just one kiss, this whole room... would be glowing. We'd be glowing. We'd be glowing. Does she look at you the way I do? Try to understand the words you say and the way you move? Does she get the same big rush when you go in for a hug and your cheeks brush? Tell me am I crazy... or is this more than a crush?" (1)

She played the last few notes on the keyboard and I sat up. "That was a *squeak* great song, Ally," I said. "Austin! I didn't know you were awake." Her cheeks flushed red. "But I don't *squeak* understand. Don't you usually write *squeak* songs based on the way you *squeak* feel?" I asked. She nodded. "So do you feel like you're *squeak* competing with some other girl for *squeak* me? Or do you *squeak* like some other guy who *squeak* has a girlfriend?" I asked.

"What? No, of course not! I wrote this when we first met and you had an extremely pretty girlfriend... I still think she's prettier than me..." she grumbled. "Ally, I'm going to *squeak* tell you this once and one *squeak* time only. No one is *squeak*prettier than you... Except maybe *squeak* my mom," I told her and we both started laughing. After the laughter died down she said, "Thank you, Austin." "You're *squeak* welcome," I said smiling. "Mr. Moon?" the doctor said walking in.

"Yes?" I asked. "You're free to go," he replied. "Good. I'm ready to get out of here," I told him.

**At Ally's House**

"Hello, Mr. Dawson," I said to Lester. "Austin, I've thought about what happened. I stepped out of line and I'm sorry. At this point, I honestly don't even remember why I did that. I'm really, very, sincerely sorry. Will you forgive me?" he asked. "Uh... of *squeak* course I will," I said. Wow. That took less begging than I imagined.

1. Blame It On The Rain by He Is We.

-Kenzie