So here is my update just like I promised. Thank you to all of you that have reviewed, added to favourites or followed my story; it means a lot. To all of you that have left a suggestion, thank you so much! I have taken them all into consideration and I have finally decided on what to do. What's weird is that some of you guys have left suggestions which are exactly what I was going to do anyways. This chapter is about what AUSTIN DID THAT DAY. Okay, enough of my blabbering, let's get back to the story.

Disclaimer: No matter how much I want to, I do not own Austin & Ally or the song "Stuck on you" by Ross Lynch.

Enjoy the Story!

Austin's POV

I took a deep breath and opened the door. I look around the empty and sigh in relief; she's not here, yet. Today is a Wednesday so I am expected to be here at noon, which really throws me off my holiday schedule of sleeping a dawn and waking uplate in the afternoon. I check the time, 11:58 am. Whew, I'm not late- but she is, again. Somehow, she always shows up 12:15 but if I am even a second late, she will bite my head off. I knew it would be hard to adjust to a new song writer but I didn't expect my new song writer to be as horrible as Claire. I mean, her songs are good (not as good as Ally's, but good) but her attitude is awful. She never lets me have any part in the song writing, she is always late and she has some serious issues. She is the captain of my fan club, which is flattering and all but she barely puts any effort in her songs because she'd rather hang out with during our song writing session rather than actually write songs.

I grab my guitar play a few chords. Thinking how bad of a song writer Claire is really made realise how much I took Ally for granted. I would give anything to have her as my song writer again but what is past is past. I have Claire and even though she is probably one of the worst song writers I could ever have, it's better than nothing. I start trying some new chords for the chorus and I think it sounds pretty good. Maybe Claire might take it into consideration. I look around, still no sign of her. If I was still working with Ally, she would have been here half an hour earlier than what time we agreed on. As I continue to compare Ally and Claire, I realise that I am stuck on having Ally as my song writer. Suddenly, I am in a song writing mood. I look around for Claire one last time and grab a pen and the notepad.

My head jolts up at the sound of rustling outside the door. She must be her. I check the time, only to find out she is more than an hour late. I scoff, and she freaks out when I'm not on time! The door opens to reveal Claire walking in with a Barbie doll smile on her face. She is wearing way too much make up and her outfit is all pink. I look away, trying to relieve my eyes from the horror. She sits down next and stares at me. I finally turn to face her and get freaked out by her eyes looking into mine

"Hello, Austin!" She says, her voice so squeaky that it hurts my ears.

"Hi, Claire. You're late." I mention, noticing her good mood. Wow, am I really afraid of my song writer? I was never afraid of Ally…

"Am I? I didn't notice." She just shrugs it off. I feel anger boil up inside of me.

"Really? You are over an hour late! You said to be here 12 pm sharp every Wednesday! Remember that time I was 5 minutes late? You threatened never to work with me again!" I exclaim, losing all self-control I have.

"Yeah, you kept me waiting a whole 5 minutes! I am so glad over that little problem."

"You kept me waiting an hour! What was so important anyways?" I ask her, hoping it would give me some time to calm down.

"Oh, I was hanging out with my boyfriend. He wanted to take me the park so I went."

"And you didn't tell him you supposed to meet with me? We have fixed time which means we both have to show at the same time to work every week. It was your idea!

"Hey! He is my boyfriend! But he doesn't have to be…" She trails off grabbing my arm. Somehow, I manage to free it from her grasp, my anger now replaced with panic.

"You know what; let's just work on the song." I tell her, trying to change the subject. "I was thinking it go like this." I grab my guitar once more and play the song I just wrote.

Ooh... Ooh... Yeah...

Okay maybe I'm shy
But usually I speak my mind
But by your side, I'm tongue tied

Sweaty palms, I turn red
You think I have no confidence
But I do, just not with you

Now... I'm singing all the words I'm scared to say
Yeah...

So forgive me
If I'm doing this all wrong
I'm trying my best in this song is to tell you
What can I do?
I'm stuck on you

I'm hoping you feel what I do
Cause I told Mom about you, I told her
What can I do?
I'm stuck on you
And like the night sticks to the moon...

Girl... I'm stuck on you

I finish up and look at Claire. Hopefully she won't realise who this song is about. She looks back at me with her huge smile, which is now giving me the creeps. "That was really good!" I smile at her but her grin vanishes and is replaced by a frown. "But I do the writing." Her tone is deathly calm.

"Yes, ma'am." I simply state, too afraid to stand up for myself. She smiles and says that I completely ignore. The old Austin wouldn't have let someone like Claire boss him around like that, I tell myself.

"Besides, it wouldn't have been a hit anyway." That gets my attention and all that fury is back.

"Wait, what? What do you mean it wouldn't have been a hit? Every song I write that comes from my heart is a hit. You're the one who write songs that are lame." I cover my mouth. I now I am going to regret it. I wonder what I am going to get this time; last time I lost one of my best friends.

"HOW DARE YOU!" She practically screams. "I work my butt off writing songs for you and you think they are lame! You're song is lame! Who is about anyway? Me? I know you like me!"

"First of all, you don't work at all on the songs. You just write some lyrics down and pass it on to the editors. And secondly, NO! I don't like you, I mean you're a cool girl and everything but I just don't like you like that." She scoffs.

"Then who was it about? You're imaginary friend?"

"It is none of your business. Why should I tell you?"

"Don't tell me, it is about your previous song writer? What was her again? Sally? I knew you had funny feelings about her. She was such a loser"

"Her name is Ally! Don't you dare insult her! She is a great person and I'd rather have her as a song writer over you any day." I finally spill out, part of me hoping I didn't hurt Claire's feeling but the other part is stronger; the part that doesn't really care.

"Well, too bad! No matter how much you are stuck on her, you're stuck with me and there is nothing you can do about it." I feel confidence come out of nowhere.

"Actually, yes there is. YOU'RE FIRED! I never want to work with you again! Now get out of here." I point to the door. She gets up furiously and stomps to the door.

"You will come crawling back." She tells me.

"I doubt it." With that, I close the door in her face. I lean on the door and grin a like an idiot. That felt so good. I shut my eyes. Now all I have to do is talk with Jimmy. That won't be easy.

I take a deep breath and open the door to Jimmy's office. The room smells like oranges and there are posters of various artists including me on the wall. Jimmy is focused on something on the computer but he sees me and shoots me a huge smile.

"Austin! What brings you here?" He asks, and I can tell he is surprised to see me.

"Hey, Jimmy. I just wanted to talk to you about something." He narrows his eyes at me.

"Yes? Have you finished the song yet?"

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. You remember Claire, right?" He nods. "Well, Ikinafiuhha." I mumble the last part.

"Come again."

"Ikinafiuhha." I mumble once more.

"Austin, I don't have time for this. If you really want to talk to me then speak up." Jimmy says sounding really annoyed.

"I kind of fired her." I blurt out.

"What do you mean you kind of fired her?"

"She was just being so annoying and her songs weren't good and she didn't let me write any of them and then she started to insult Ally and I just snapped so I fired her!" I exclaim, totally out of breath. I shut my eyes and wait for the angry outburst. I don't get one and instead, I can hear Jimmy laughing. I open my eyes and see him wiping away some tears.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that torture, Austin. It took you long enough to fire her! Wow, I can't believe you survived with her this long!" I look at him wide-eyed.

"What? I though you liked her. Why else would you put me with her?"

"Because, Austin, your fans wanted a new song and I knew it was only time before they lost interest in you if didn't put one out soon. She was the first song writer that I saw and I hired her. You're right; her songs were terrible but the fans didn't care as long as you were singing them. I knew you would fire her eventually because man that girl is annoying! I just didn't know it would take you this long. I have already picked some new song writers and you can choose which one of them you want." Jimmy starts to get but I stop him.

"Here's the other thing, Jimmy. I don't want to work with anyone but Ally. I know you said I need to move on but I can't. She is the only one that writes songs that I like and I love working with her. Now that she is back from New York, maybe you and Ronnie can convince her to work with me." Jimmy stares at me with cold eyes. "Please, Jimmy. I refuse to work with anyone but her; I'm stuck on her." I plead. Jimmy sighs and picks the phone up.

"I'll see what I can do."

Sorry, I couldn't help but use that song. Please excuse my mistakes because I didn't have time to edit this. For some bizarre reason, I had fun writing this chapter, probably because I like writing arguments. Does that make me weird? Tell me what you think of this chapter in the reviews!

Yay, Austin and Ally might get to work together again! But will Ally agree to this? Find out on Thursday!
Amn