Thank you guys for the great reviews on the story. I'm open to any ideas or constructive criticism, honestly, I love it. Anyway, enjoy chapter two!

When I woke up the next morning my instinct was to call Dez. I don't really know why. When it sunk in that I wasn't in my old bedroom and, more importantly, not best friends with Dez anymore, I lay awake staring at the ceiling, not knowing what to do with myself. When I finally coaxed myself into getting out of bed and getting back to work on all the boxes, I dragged myself into the kitchen and began preparing breakfast. That's when I remembered Ally's songbook. I left the eggs that were cooking on the stove and ran back to my room, grabbed the songbook, and brought it back to the kitchen with me. I'm not letting this book out of my sight again. No matter what. Because it's all I have left of who I used to be.

I settled into one of my kitchen chairs with my breakfast plate and Ally's songbook. I put a little bit of egg on my fork, then dropped it back into the pile and opened the book. I thumbed the corners, looking through all the entries and lyrics and tracing the perfect, curly handwriting. Finally, I flipped to a bookmarked page and removed the card, playing with the worn corners and repeating one of my favorite lyrics she's ever written:

"There's no way I could make it without you."

I let the memory of when she got this consume my thoughts. It made me smile and I felt a small ache in my heart, wanting so badly to go back. I kept reading, drawn to the lyrics of one of my favorite songs, "I Think About You". This is the song that started us. It started our relationship back when we were only sixteen- wow, sixteen. I can't believe how long ago that was.

After breakfast, I grabbed my laptop, brought it back to the kitchen table, and opened Google. I searched "Ally Dawson" and skimmed through the lists of all her famous songs she sang and wrote. It was nice. I clicked on Images and spent a little longer than I should have looking at one from the cover of Cheetah Beat" from years ago. Then I looked up Dez and Trish, both wildly successful at their trades obviously. Dez recently directed a new movie and had a reputation now- he was even one of those people that went by only one name. Trish had gotten a job as a manager for a couple of other acts and worked her way up to becoming the new CEO of Starr Records.

Finally, after half an hour of searching and heart-ache from my past, I closed my computer and went back to the room where I was sorting boxes, songbook in hand. Of course, I didn't actually spend much time sorting. I was already up to the time when Ally and I dated for a couple weeks before our first break-up and I have to say it was the most captivated I've ever been by a book. Ally's entries and lyrics all stirred up emotions for her that I'd pushed down into the deepest corners of my heart years ago. It felt rejuvenating, but it was also more terrifying than I would have liked.

Ally and I dated for a couple of weeks before our first break-up. It was barely anything you could call a relationship, but it define d the fact that we could never be just friends, no matter how hard we tried, and that- I hadn't known it yet- we were in love with each other. Our first kiss was magical, it was the night that Ally conquered her stage fright and began her long and, to be honest, much more successful career. Of course this other girl, Kira, that I'd been kind of into for the last couple of weeks screwed everything up by coming in right after we kissed and saying she'd be my girlfriend. Of course, I forgave her and she's done so much for Ally and I, but I still cringed when I pictured Ally's face when she saw Kira in my arms. My eyes began to sting and the words on the page got blurred at the memory. I put down the book and started sorting.

Later on in bed, I picked up Ally's book and continued. I was up to Ally's songs for herself. I read them all and laughed, they were so good. I stumbled upon my favorite song of hers, I'm Finally Me. She performed it the night that she signed with Starr Records. I'll never forget that night- because it's the night that I first realized that I was in love with my best friend. I realized that I would do anything to make Ally smile. I would give anything to see her succeed, and I would fall a million times if it meant that she could stand. I felt a pang in my stomach when I turned down Jimmy's offer to re-sign me and knew that I more than just "liked" Ally.

That was enough for me to put down the book and and pick up my phone. I hesitated for a moment, then went through my contacts. I breathed a sigh of relief when Dez's name showed up and hit it to call. It rang for what seemed like hours until:

"Hello?" I smiled when I heard Dez's voice on the other end of the line.

OOO drama! Yeah, I'm a... rhymes with witch... kind of- just for making you guys wait SO long for the second chapter and then you get this short little thing. Anyway, I'm really busy but I also have about 0% inspiration for this story. I NEED IDEAS! Please! I'll give you virtual cookies! :D Anyway, hope you enjoyed and I'll try not to make you wait three weeks for the next chapter!