YAY! First review! Thanks heaps to .Hale you're awesome!

So anyway, this is a recap of the last to chapters in Andy's POV. I won't be doing this all the time, I just really wanted you to know what's going through Andy's head, coz I know, but you should too ;)

Any further Andy POV's will not be a complete recap of past chapters... and even this is kinda skimmed lol

Disco Honey ;)

Andy.

Meeting her again . . . it had to be fate.

I woke up to Dad knocking on my door. He was yelling that he needed me for something so I said I'd be out in a minute.

When I sat up, I groaned at the hangover I had. My head was pounding.

I walked out into the kitchen and made a coffee. "Morning love," Mum said holding Chris, who was clearly ready or a nap.

I grunted in response to Mum and waited for the jug to boil. "Hey, little man," I said to Chris. He smiled at me and reached his arms out.

"No, you're going for a nap, Mr." Mum told Chris.

"I'll do it," I offer, taking Chris from her arms before she can refuse. "You shouldn't be lifting him anyway."

"True, do you want me to make this coffee for you then?" she asked as I left the kitchen.

"Yes please."

I walk into Chris' room and he's just about dead in my arms. I put him into bed and he's out before I'm out of the room. Poor bugger must having been running around a lot this morning.

When I re-enter the kitchen, my coffee is ready and on the bench and Bradie is in the room and drinking tea. "Morning, sleepy," he says to me.

"Morning," I reply before taking a sip.

"Big night?" he asked. I gave him the finger, he was there. "Still didn't find your girl?" I shake my head. "So that chick I saw you with was just another random?"

I nod at him. Mum, who had been happily ignoring us on purpose, suddenly cleared her throat. "When you boys are finished, your dad needs you for something outside," she says as she starts filling the sink to do the dishes.

We walk out the front almost ten minutes later and Dad is sitting on his chair under the tree. "Morning Dad," Bradie and I both say.

"Morning boys, I have something I'd like for you to do. Would you boys mind going across the road and helping the new neighbours move in? It's a young boy and girl and I thought they could use a hand moving their stuff."

I looked across the road and could see the couple beginning to lift something off their trailer. "Yeah, no problems, Dad," Bradie says and I nod in agreement.

We wander over the road and as we come up behind the girl I ask if she needs a hand. I must have scared her because she almost dropped the cabinet. I reached out to stop it from falling and she thanked me.

Through the glances I stole at her as we moved it inside, I thought I recognised her from somewhere, but that was stupid. There was no way I could.

After the cabinet was inside, she went to the kitchen. "I'm Matt, and that's Ally who just disappeared," the guy tells me.

"I'm Andy and this is my brother Bradie," I introduce, gesturing to Bradie. "We live across the road."

Bradie and Matt got into a conversation that I wasn't following so I excused myself and went into the kitchen looking for Matt's girlfriend. It was bugging me and I needed confirmation that I didn't know her.

I walked in and she was standing at the sink, drinking a coke.

"Hi," I choked out. Like the idiot I was, I scared her again and she spun around with a fright and spilt some of her drink.

She stared at me for about thirty seconds. Well, it felt like we were there for a long time, but it may have only been half a second. I had trouble keeping my cool when I finally realised I had recognised her. It was her. I couldn't believe my eyes, but it was really her. She was more perfect then I remembered. More perfect than in the photo of the two of us hanging above my bed head.

She grabbed a tea towel from a box and started to wipe up the mess.

"Here, let me get that, it's my fault," I said, leaning down in front of her. I sounded like an idiot—or maybe only to myself

"No, no, it's fine," she spoke to the floor. "See, all done."

She looked up at me and I could tell she recognised me too. But her recognition was a normal reaction. She was fan, and that was all it was for her, but for me, it was something completely different. She suddenly stood up quickly and I did the same.

"I'm Andy," I fumbled out. I knew she knew who I was, but I felt a formal introduction was a lot nicer than just assuming she knew me. That kind of introduction would mark her as a fan forever, this way, we were introduced as friends. God, she made me a nervous wreck. I put my hand out and she took it into a light hand shake. "I live in the house directly across the road. My dad asked me to come over and ask if you wanted a hand."

"You're Richard's son?" she asked.

"Yeah, well, step-son, but we're all family over there." I never normally say Richard is my step-dad so openly. He's the only real father I've ever really known. Me and my dad hadn't gotten along properly in years.

We make light conversation for a minute or so before she says, "Oh, I'm Ally." I remembered of course, how could I forget her name? "Um, I'd offer you a drink or something, but we don't have anything, sorry."

"No, it's okay. I only got up not long ago." She raises an eyebrow at me and I suddenly feel extremely embarrassed, even though when I woke up this morning, I had no regrets about last night. "Yeah, late one last night." I smile nervously at the cute look she's giving me. I feel like just coming clean about everything right there in her kitchen.

But she has a boyfriend. A boyfriend who seems like a pretty decent bloke. I could never split them up for my own selfish desires. I wouldn't do it for her.

"Enjoy it, I don't get many of those anymore." I look at her confused and wait to see if she explains. "Moving house every few months means you don't spend a lot of time in one place—which makes it hard to make friends to go out with."

"Well, you're more than welcome to join us whenever you like," I offered. Having her come out with us would be wonderful.

"Thanks."

A few seconds go by without any talking so I break the silence. "You're boyfriend seems nice," I say. It's lucky I do think he seems pretty cool, otherwise it would have been much harder to hide my jealously.

"Brother," she said quickly after she choked on her drink. "Matt's my brother."

"Oh!" I felt like the world's biggest idiot. I would have been happy to let the earth open and swallow me whole. "Sorry, I just assumed because you're both moving in here and . . ." I blabbered on.

"It's okay."

"Come, I'll introduce you to my brother." Bradie wouldn't believe it when he saw her.

It took him a second, but after a bit of a study of her face, I could see it. His mind flicking back and forth between the picture on my wall and the girl in front of him

After helping Ally and Matt move their stuff into their new house, Bradie and I went home to get ready for dinner and left Ally and Matt to do the same. I was fumbling through my wardrobe looking for something nice to wear when Shaun arrived. "Hey mate, what're you doing?" he asked, walking into my room. Bradie was getting ready in his room.

"Looking for something to wear," I said like it was obvious. "Did Bradie tell you about the neighbours coming for dinner?"

"Yeah, he did. Sounds like it will be heaps of fun."

"Yup, and I was thinking, I wanted to give her like a welcoming gift. I was probably gonna give her a t-shirt, 'cause she's a fan and all."

"That's actually a really good idea. What about, a 'Shaun Stack', a 'Sway Sway Bradie' and an 'I heart Andy'?"

I smiled. "That's brilliant. What if we signed them? I've got a silver Sharpie somewhere that I used once for a fan and forgot to give it back."

"Awesome." I pulled the three t-shirts out of a box I had in the back of my wardrobe. The label had sent us heaps of each design we had in our merch collection. I had one of each in my wardrobe that I mostly wore at home, and the rest just sat in the box.

We called out for Bradie to come in the bedroom and told him our plan. He agreed it was a brilliant idea and signed the Bradie shirt before returning to his room. I signed my shirt and Shaun his before I put all three in a plain box and I taped it up.

Shaun walked out and went back to the kitchen with Brooke to let me finish getting ready. Just before I went to join them, I pulled down the picture of me and Ally taken on my camera at our show last year. That was something that should definitely freak her out. I put the picture on my next under some papers and left the room.

When I walked out Bradie was walking past my door on his way to the dining room. He looked good, really good. Was he dressed up for Ally, too? I had a feeling he might have been interested in her. He was staring at me standing in my doorway. He was staring at me like I was staring at him. He knew, he knew it was her and he was still going to try and win her over. Well I would just have to get in first.
Suddenly Mum called us and I knew that it meant Ally was here. I didn't even look at Bradie—I just headed straight for the door.

I barely slept that night, remembering the look on Ally's face when she saw the shirts we gave her. I had been trying to give them to her by myself, and when she was sitting really close to me, my heart couldn't beat harder. And then Shaun and Bradie interrupted the moment. She loved them and I thought about telling her everything before she left, but Matt interrupted and then I thought better of it.

Waking up the next morning was interesting. I was completely dead to the world when someone started jumping on my bed and screaming at me. It took me a minute to realise it was Sweet December. I flailed around annoyed at whoever it was until I actually saw them.

It was Ally and instantly I was happy to see her. She's got the biggest grin on and her long, straightened hair is hanging around her face.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her, my own grin forming.

"What does it look like, waking you up, lazy."

"Bradie did warn you what I'd do if you came in and woke me up, right?"

"Oh, yes, I got plenty of warning of what you'd do if he woke you up. Which is why I got encouraged to come in here and do it." I considered being nice and letting her go, but then another planned popped into my mind and I couldn't help myself.

"Sorry sweetheart, rules apply to everybody."

I pull at her knee and she topples down on top of me. Her knee slams into me but I don't let her know that. We wrestle for a minute before I finally have her tight in my grip and her loose arms are settled around my waist.

"You know, I came over here to get a lift so I wouldn't be late for school, and now you're going to make me late anyway. Matt won't be happy with you if I miss my first day at a new school."

"But I'm quite comfortable right here, aren't you?"

"Yes, so you see my dilemma?"

"Mm." I shut my eyes and begin to fall back to sleep. Having her so close—and her not trying to pull away—makes my heart flutter and I can't help but hope her lack of attempt to leave means maybe she feels the same about me to. She puts her head close to my chest and it seems like she's willing to fall asleep to. Maybe there's hope for me yet.

She's says something I don't catch and I murmured in agreement. Then I feel her slowly push away from me. My brain wasn't working fast enough and she's almost out of my arms by the time I realise she's leaving. I opened my eyes and yelled, "Wait, no! You're not going anywhere."

She bolts for the door and I just grab her ankle, trying not to lose the warmth of the bedspread. She hits the floor and I try to pull her back to no avail. She stands in the doorway and laughs at me.

"I'll get you back when I see you tonight."

"Yup we'll see. Message me later okay?"

"No, you'll have to message me—I didn't get your number."

She laughs again. I love hearing her laugh. "Oh, yeah. We'll see if I'm interested, shall we?" She winks at me and I know she's teasing. I jump up and try to get her again but she shuts the door and runs for the kitchen.

I get changed as quick as possible after getting untangled from my covers, but by the time I enter the kitchen I can hear Bradie's car pulling away.

I'm bouncing around the house, unable to stay still as I think about how I'm going out with Ally tonight. I'm going to have to her tonight, before Bradie ruins everything. Bradie takes forever to get back and when I ask him why, he says, "I was helping Ally with her enrolment." I'm infuriated by this, but don't let Bradie know it. He just spent two hours with her, two hours that could have been mine. I know I could have talked to him about it, but I'm not the sentimental type. If I wanted Ally, I was going to have to fight Bradie for her.

Later in the day, I'm home alone and chilling in my room. I start playing around with some pictures I took of Chris for our new single cover-art, but I'm having so much trouble coming up with a good design.

I find my eyes keep wandering to my picture of Ally stuck to my computer screen now. I give up on my task and go get a beer from the fridge. I sit on the couch and flick through the channels.

I'm in between episodes on 111 HITS' Friends double when I consider sending a text to Ally. I told her I didn't have her number because I knew that meant she would call me first. But waiting around for her was driving me crazy—I just want to talk to her. So I do send her a text where I inform her that I lied about not having her number and I couldn't wait for her to text me first.

The excited one she sends back makes my heart skip a beat in anticipation for whatever it is.

I go back to Friends after that and twenty minutes later I suddenly I can hear music. It's Princess. I walk into the kitchen and Bradie's phone is sitting on the bench. Without looking at the caller id, I answer it, while resisting the urge to laugh at his ringtone.

"Hello?"

"Andy?" says a voice that's familiar, but I can't quite recognise.

"Yeah, Bradie's gone out for a bit and left his phone at home. Who is this?" I ask.

"It's Ally."

"Ally? Hey, what's up?" I look at the time. If that school still ran the same she'd just be going into last period. Why was she calling Bradie during class? I also realise the Princess ringtone is personalised to Ally.

"I'm sitting in the office at school. I'm not feeling well and I was hoping Bradie could come pick me up because Matt's still at work." She rang Bradie, was the main thought on my mind. She rang Bradie, why didn't she ring me?

"Well, like I said, he's not here, but I can come and get you if you'd like." I can tell she's faking it, but I don't care, she obviously doesn't want to be there pretty badly.

"Yes, please."

"Okay, I'll leave right now, see you soon."

"See you soon."

I listen to the dial tone for a second before hanging up and putting Bradie's phone where I found it. I walk to the dish on the counter where everyone's keys and wallets live when we're at home. I grab my keys quickly as they're the only one's there and just as I'm sticking my wallet into my back pocket, I look down at myself.

I'm wearing trackies and no shoes and my Himynameis singlet with 'Fuck Shit Up' written on the front. I only ever wore it around the house or on stage, and it probably wouldn't look good if I showed up at a high school I used to go to wearing it, so I went and got changed. I went to the bathroom quickly and then left a note on the bench saying I'd gone out for a while.

When I arrived at the school I walked in the office and found Ally sitting with some guy who looked her age and seemed shocked to see me. She stood up and smiled at me which made me smile brilliantly back. She got signed out and the office lady gave me an exasperated look as she remembered me. I used to spend a lot of time in this office in trouble with principal.

Ally started walking towards me but not before the guy she was with put an arm around her shoulders and kissed her hair. Ally looked straight at her feet and this guy was too busy looking at her, so no one saw my smile falter for a second. I felt like I could have shattered.

I recovered and kept my cool as we left and I politely waved to the guy, shocking him a second time.

I spent the rest of the afternoon with Ally, trying with all my might to hide how hurt I was feeling inside.