Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally or Not A Love Song by Ross Lynch. All rights to Disney.

A/N

Not sure how I feel about this chapter but here it is.

P.S.

I heard the full version of Don't Look Down and Got It 2. Unbelievably Awesome. Some of the Got It 2 lyrics were amazing, oh and who can forget SWAG IS KING. I may have laughed the first time he said it.

Don't Take This the Wrong Way (Nope)

**Flashback**

"Alright Ally, Trish wrote this scene as a soap opera so I need you to amp up the drama." Dez instructed before addressing Trish, "Trish, just be yourself."

"Camera." He said getting into director mode, Austin quickly handed it to him.

"Lights, music." Austin scrambled to the control board turning on the lights; dramatic music filled the practice room. He took his spot behind Dez holding the cue cards for Trish and Ally to read.

"And action." Austin was curious as to how this scene would play out; considering it was Trish, it was probably going to be overdramatic.

"Ally, did you finish the song for Austin's first webcast?" Trish said dramatically.

"Patricia, you weren't supposed to be back from the gala until-this evening." Ally said playing the part perfectly.

"It ended early; my evil twin Francesca woke from her coma and drove her car through my step father's mansion." Austin laughed quietly, only Trish would make up a story about an evil twin.

"Again?" Ally said dramatically staring at the camera.

"What happened to the grand piano Austin gave you it's missing." Trish gasped dramatically before collapsing into a chair.

"I sent it back. I can't be Austin's partner. I can no longer bear the thought of writing songs for him."

What? Flipping the card he saw that it actually did say that. Looking up at Ally he saw that she was becoming increasingly nervous.

"But you two make such beautiful music together. You write. He rocks."

"I know it's just I'm having second -thoughts." Her voice faltered. "Cut, do we really need this scene?"

Dez stomped away annoyed, but Austin didn't care, he needed to get to the bottom of this.

"Wait did that actually happen? You wanted to end our partnership?" He asked flipping through the remaining cards, the more he flipped the angrier he became. He just couldn't believe what he was reading.

Ally quickly snatched the cards from him, "No, Trish just wanted to create drama for her soap opera."

"No Ally, everything in this scene happened for real, well except for the part about my evil twin Francesca, but everything the rest pretty much." She said reminding Ally.

"Wow, I didn't know you didn't want to be my partner. Why not?" He needed to know.

"Well, it looked like you had stolen my song, you embarrassed me on live TV, and honestly, I thought you might be a one hit wonder." Ally said chuckling.

Austin on the other hand, couldn't believe what he was hearing, "One hit wonder?"

Ally quickly backtracked, "I-I said wonder as in wonderful!" She turned and walked towards Trish thinking that the conversation was over.

Austin spun her around to face him, "I can't believe this!"

Ally shrugged out of his grasp, "Oh come on, we were so different. Of course I had doubts about being your partner."

"Man, Ally, I thought you believed in me. But now I know you had no faith I me at all." Austin couldn't take it anymore; he stormed out slamming the practice room door. He flew down the stairs, he could hear Ally calling after him but he just ignored her.

"Hey Austin." Mr. Dawson greeted but Austin just brushed past him, he need to get out of there, Sonic Boom had always felt like home but now, now, he felt suffocated.

He took off running, not caring where he was going. Anywhere was better than there, where she was.

My dad always said music was a waste of time.

He didn't know how long he ran, he just ran.

He said I had a bazillion to one chance of making it.

His lungs were bursting, begging him to stop, but he just ignored it and pushed harder.

That's exactly what my dad said to me.

He had always thought they were a perfect match, right from the start.

You're a songwriter with stage fright; I'm a singer who loves being on stage. We're a perfect match!

Together they went on to accomplish so many things.

I feel like I can do anything.

They were better together.

I know I can do anything, as long as I'm with you.

Now he wasn't so sure.

Honestly, I thought you might be a one hit wonder.

He knew there were people out there waiting, expecting him to fail. Even his parents had wanted him to fail.

I just wanted to prove my dad wrong.

But not Ally, Ally had always been the one who supported him, his #1 fan. Every time he had needed her, she had been there.

By your side forever.

Eventually his body couldn't take it anymore; he collapsed a panting sweaty mess. Tasting salt he realized he was crying, tears mingled with his sweat, he was crying in the middle of the sidewalk and he could care less.

He sat in the middle of the sidewalk feeling completely estranged from the world. He could see people talking, laughing having a good time. He saw cars on the road, impatient husbands hurrying home to see their wife and children, a younger couple walking down the street holding hands. Everywhere he turned, he could see people happily living their lives. In a city full of people, he was completely alone.

He quickly got up, wiping the tears from his eyes he ducked into a little café. He needed to get off the street, if any paparazzi spotted him crying on the street he was sure to make headlines.

Looking around he took a seat at one of the tables near the window.

"Hello, welcome to Commune Café, may I take your order?" The waitress was blond and looked like she could be in her late 30's, her bubbly attitude reminded him of Cassidy.

"Um," Austin quickly scanned the menu, Ally always said he was too young to get addicted to coffee, "I'll have a hot chocolate and do you have pancakes?" He asked hopefully.

The waitress gave him a weird look, "Sure hon, I'll see what I can do."

"Thank You." He sat staring out the window, more and more people were out and about, living their lives, and here he was doubting his.

"One hot chocolate, a batch of pancakes, and some syrup. Enjoy!" The waitress placed his order on the table.

"Thank you... Jennifer." He said after taking a quick peek at her nametag.

"You're welcome Blondie." Jennifer said before leaving to serve another customer who had just arrived.

Drowning his pancakes in syrup he began to eat, surveying the café as he ate, it wasn't that big but it had a nice homey feel to it. Lined up against the walls were pictures of people like Elvis Presley, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, even Louis Armstrong; it was covered in tons of music icons from every genre.

"You know Blondie, you're the first person who's ever ordered pancakes in my café." He looked up to see that Jennifer had taken a seat across from him.

"Sorry." He said sheepishly.

"Don't worry about." She said waving him off, "Now, tell me why you were crying on the sidewalk before you came into my café."

Austin blushed, "I wasn't crying."

"Yes you were, your eyes are bloodshot and you look exhausted, not to mention the fact that you look sweaty."

"I don't want to talk about it." Austin muttered looking down at his plate.

"Okay, that's fine. But at least tell me that you're okay and I don't have to call the cops or anything,"

"What? No, I'm fine, I'm fine." Austin assured her.

"So, does the fact that Austin Moon was crying have anything to do with a certain Ms. Ally Dawson?"

"What? No. Wait, how do you know my name? I didn't tell you my name."

"I have a teenage daughter Austin, of course I would know your name." She said rolled her eyes.

"Oh, right."

"Anyways, was I right? Were you crying because of Ally?"

"Why would I be crying because of Ally?"

"I don't know you tell me."

"No, I wasn't crying because of Ally."

Liar

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop being nosy."

They sat in silence for a while, Austin enjoying his pancakes.

"You know, these are really good pancakes." Austin said in between bites.

"Thank You."

"You're welcome." Austin finished his pancakes and drink, getting up he got ready to leave, it was getting late.

"How much is it?" He asked pulling out his wallet.

"It's on the house sweetheart." Jennifer said waving him off.

"No really, how much is it?"

"Nothing, you looked like you were having a bad day, consider this as my good deed of the day. Are you really going to stop me from doing my good deed?"

"No, I guess not." Austin smiled; when she wasn't looking, he slipped a $10 bill under the plate.

"Well, see you soon Jennifer."

"Don't be a stranger."

He was almost out the door when she called out to him.

"Oh, Austin?"

"Yes."

"Whatever it was, let it go. Sometimes we all say and do things we don't mean. Just forgive her, whatever happened I'm sure it's not worth it."

Austin nodded before leaving the café. He began the long journey home, somehow he had ended up 2 miles away from home. As he walked, he thought about what Jennifer had told him.

It's not worth it.

Maybe it wasn't. The more he walked the more he became convinced. It wasn't worth throwing away 2 years of friendship because of something that happened such a long time ago. He knew Ally didn't like him when they became partners.

Spend more time with you?

But in the end everything worked out.

Friends?

And partners, always.

She was definitely worth it.

**End Flashback**

He had apologized to Ally as soon as he got back. He ended up telling her that he met with another songwriter. That probably wasn't his smartest move but he had to tell her. If they were going to be partners, they needed to be honest with each other.

It had taken her almost two weeks for her to forgive him; during those two weeks she banned him from Sonic Boom and ignored him at school. She even got Trish and Dez to ignore him. He gave her all the space she needed; he understood that he had hurt her.

He was sitting on a bench after school; he had given up hope that she was ever going to talk to him again. When she came to him with a peace offering, a tub of Fruity Mint Swirl and two spoons.

So we're good?

Yeah. We're good.