Hey everyone,

I just wanted to say thank you guys so much for the reviews! And to those of you wondering, Ally is seventeen. Sorry it took me a couple of days to update but I'm extremely busy during the week so I didn't have time to finish this chapter, and I kinda like to make my updates as long and perfect as I can make them so they might take me a little bit to write. But, I'm now on holiday break! So I'll hopefully be updating a lot!

Happy Holidays and I love you guys,

Hail

"You completely sure I have nothing to worry about? And I still don't see why I can't be there while he shows up." Elliot practically spat out his last sentence. He was being overly protective per usual. He looked angry, and I'm happy I only have to deal with him like this over Skype.

"We've been over this question a million times now! My mom just wants us to be there while they get settled; you can come over tomorrow Jesus Christ!" I threw my arms in the air in frustration because I really didn't need to deal with his pestering right now.

I walked away from my laptop to my mirror to check my appearance yet once again. I heard Elliot's voice asking where I was going behind me, but I just ignored it.

My striped dress ended before my knees. The top was fitted, but that stop towards the end of my ribs and the skirt flowed out from my body. It was perfect for today, nice yet casual.

My wedges clacked against the wood floor as I made my way back to my bed.

"You look beautiful, Alls. Stop looking in the mirror, there's no need to be nervous about any of this! It's not like you'll need to make an impression on the guy or anything." Elliot scoffed and leaned back against the chair he was sitting in. His brown hair wasn't brushed up as usual so it swayed across his head as he moved. It made him look younger and almost more innocent.

"I know I don't need to make an impression, I just prefer to look good." I smirked into the webcam and twirled my hair around a finger, "But thank you for the compliment."

He smiled cheekily as my mother burst into my room, "They're here." She said breathlessly.

Quickly shutting my laptop, without even saying goodbye to Elliot, I scrambled after my mother. To be honest, I was absolutely terrified. I mean, what are they like? What if we don't get along? What if the son, Austin, tries to hit on me?

I laughed to myself; Elliot would be after him before he even dared to lay a finger on me.

Before I had the time to even think about more 'what if' questions, I was being pressed into the front door. In my driveway was a parked Jeep, and two blonde heads were climbing out of it. There were hushed tones to be heard before their faces were shown. The mother, Mimi, was completely gorgeous. She had long curled blonde hair and doe eyes. She flashed us a nervous smile before walking up to us and jabbing her hand into the air in front of her, as if she had something to prove.

"I'm Mimi," her voice wavered as she grasped each one of her hands, "Austin, come over here!"

The tall boy made his way over and I could see his mother's features in his face. His hair was as blonde as hers and he had big eyes too, but not as big as Mimi's. He also had a toned body; it was one that nobody could help but notice.

"Austin, pleasure to meet you and be here." His voice rumbled, and it was clear he had chosen his words carefully, as if he didn't want to offend us in any way possible.

"Ally," I replied grasping his hand in the process. We shared awkward smiles whilst our mothers conversed the situation of the rooms inside our house. They were headed towards my home, both with boxes in their hands. Austin and I simply followed suit and grabbed some packages.

"This- this place is only for the two of you?" asked an incredulous Austin. I swear, he's asked that question a million times already.

"Well, yeah." My mom had told me to go help him unpack while she and Mimi were getting to know each other. It was strange; it was like once they had met, they instantly clicked. Almost as if they had known each other before hand. I wish I could say the same about Austin and me.

We carried more boxes into his new room, which happened to be the closest room to mine. All that was in between us is my bathroom. There is a door that goes into my room and one that opens to the hall, and it's been decided that Austin isn't allowed to go in there. There's a bathroom connected to his room anyways.

Most of the time there was an awkward silence. It was only occasionally broken by an 'I'm sorry' from bumping into another, or 'Where should this go?' it's so much fun.

In a way, I was getting to know Austin. I was going through his own belongings, so it did show me what he liked.

I opened the box that was next to my feet and gasped, "Is this yours?" Inside the box sat a beautiful acoustic guitar. It was made out of a wood that was red, and the light the afternoon sun gave it made it richer and deeper in color when it hit the light.

Without even thinking about it, I picked it up.

"No, no, no!" Austin grabbed the strap that I was about to put around my neck and tugged the guitar back to him. He grasped the neck of the instrument and held it to his body. "Sorry," he murmured, "I just don't really like anyone touching it." I nodded and completely understood; I felt the same way about my own guitar.

"I have one too," his head perked up at my answer, "do you want to see it?" He nodded and I signaled for him to follow me. We walked away from his room; the rest of the unpacking could be done later.

I opened the door to my room and stepped inside. I turned around to make sure Austin was following me, and he shuffled in behind me. In quick strides I crossed my room and picked up my guitar, it wasn't special like Austin's, just a regular guitar.

The strap for the guitar was special to me though. It was custom made by my dad. It was my birthday present when I turned sixteen. It was covered with small intricate designs that had a hombre effect to them. At the end of the strap it was dark red and it was bright orange at the other.

Taking the strap above my head, I placed it around my body. Austin was watching my every movement, and I tried to ignore it. He was almost analyzing me, it was truly peculiar. He placed his strap on his body too and I looked up at him.

"Wanna play a little bit? We can finish unpacking later." I absentmindedly played chords whilst talking and he was still giving me a peculiar gaze.

"Sure, I guess." He started to play some chords, and I realized it was a song, not just any random notes put together.

"I love that song!" I blurted and he blushed.

"Yeah, I do too." He looked at the ground and then around the room, and I realized how awkward we were. We were just standing in the middle of my room playing guitars.

"Here," I motioned to my bed. When I sat on it I patted the space next to me, "sit, and come on." He shuffled towards me before plopping down; there was a decent space between us. "Oh my God! You have to get to know me at some point! Just scoot over would you?"

His cheeks filled with color, but he obliged and continued to strum his guitar. He was humming the lyrics, so I just instead decided to fill in the silence.

"It's 'Give Me Love' by Ed Sheeran, right?"

"Mhm," Austin continued to hum and I began to strum along with him. His eyes flickered to me, and I took a deep breath.

"Give me love like her, 'cause lately I've been waking up alone. Pain splattered teardrops on my shirt,told you I'd let them go,and that I'll fight my corner,maybe tonight I'll call ya,after my blood turns into alcohol,no, I just wanna hold ya." I smiled at Austin, as we continued, and to my surprise, he joined in on the chorus with me.

"Give a little time to me or burn this out, we'll play hide and seek to turn this around. All I want is the taste that your lips allow,my, my, my, my, oh give me love,my, my, my, my, oh give me love,my, my, my, my, oh give me love,my, my, my, my, give me love."

I stopped playing to look at him, his voice was amazing!

"You're an amazing singer!" I blurted out.

"You're not so bad yourself." He chuckled, but he clearly had appreciated my compliment.

I shrugged, "It's a hobby; my dad owns a music store in Miami. You should come by and check it out some time."

"Really? That would be awesome." He sounded genuinely interested, and I realized that there was a chance of us becoming close. We wouldn't always be awkward, as long as we had something in common that was definitely important to both of us. And it just happened to be music.

Sometime later our mother's had come into my room to find us still playing our beloved guitars. We were laughing and singing, and even making up songs from time to time. I had even brought out my dearest object I possessed, my song book. We were of course scolded for not finishing unpacking, but they seemed to be over when they realized all the fun we were having. Maybe this could turn out to be a nice change, for all of us.