Okay, so, small problem. When I first planned the note for Missing You it was supposed to come a lot later and be the end of the story. I either expected myself to update quicker, or my mind changed itself without telling me (bad mind!), so… I have no idea what to write here! :D

EDIT: I was writing the part where Ally is panicking (you'll see very very shortly) and found myself breathing just as heavily as she probably was. I think I'm too into this story!

I stared at the clock anxiously. 11:55pm, February 13th, 2014.

If the stupid clock would just strike midnight, I could rip this stupid letter wide open. It had been sitting next to my bed since April last year. I have no idea how I kept myself from opening it before now.

I don't even know why I care about the letter. Especially since what happened a couple of days ago. (Start imagining, because here comes a ripple dissolve!)

…

Rrrriiing, rrrriiing…

I glanced down at my phone. Oddly enough, Ally was calling. I contemplated whether or not to answer it. Finally I decided to.

"Ally?" I asked. I tried to hide how excited I was to talk to her again. I think I failed. But she didn't seem to notice. She sounded like she was about to have a heart attack.

"Austin I have a huge problem," she said, breathing heavily. In an attempt to calm her down, I replied with "Wait, I haven' talked to you in over a year. Before you have a panic attack, can we catch up?" A moment of thought, then, "I've missed you."

Suddenly her breathing slowed down a little. I could almost see her blush as she calmed down. "Yeah," she replied. "I'd like that."

We spent a good hour talking. She and Jake had broken up. After she fired Trish (which she admitted she regretted), she hired Dez as her manager. So that's where he went. Ronnie Ramone dropped her from his label after she refused to date a new star, and Dez had gotten her a new record label with Timothy Walker, owner of Walker Records. Owen had gotten out a couple of weeks ago, but he lived in a park with a flock of pigeons and visited her regularly. To replace him she had gotten a pet Chihuahua named Chow.

Eventually we got back to why she had called. But talking had calmed her down enough that she didn't panic.

"So, I wrote a really important note a really long time ago to give to you," she explained. I immediately knew what she was talking about. "Today I remembered it and I was going to give it to you, but I couldn't find it. I think I got it out of my pocket, but I can't find it at Sonic Boom or anywhere else. Did you find it?"

I almost said yes. But for some reason, my stupid brain thought it would be more fun to tease her. Big mistake.

I don't really remember what happened. But apparently I said that the note wasn't important. Which started an argument. That's happened to me a lot recently.

"If you don't think it's important, maybe it doesn't matter!" she suddenly yelled through the phone. I started to panic.

"Ally, wait, I think the note's important, as important as you are!" As usual, my wording was pretty poor.

"So you don't see me as important?!" she screamed.

"That-that's not what I meant!" I gasped. A few seconds of silence.

"Y-you know what, never mind," she said, obviously crying. "Thanks for the talk." And with that, she hung up.

…

It was obvious that anything the note may or may not say wasn't true anymore. So it shouldn't have mattered if I read it. I shouldn't have even wanted to.

But I did.

Because even if what she said in the note wasn't true, what I told her on the phone was.

I missed Ally.

Jenna knew it. That was why we had broken up that morning.

It wasn't a huge "I KNOW YOU DON'T LIKE ME AUSTIN! WE'RE THROUGH!" break up. It was a "Austin, it's obvious you still like Ally. Let's just be friends. I don't want to stand in your way." break up. We were still friends.

I looked at the clock again. 11:58pm. Ugh. Time is slow.

…I'm sure Ally wouldn't care if I opened it a couple of minutes early.

And if she did get mad, she probably would've gotten mad if I had opened it at midnight.

So I ripped it open and read it. At the corners of the page there were hearts with the tails lining up with the corners of the paper.

Dear Austin…

Happy Valentine's Day! Though, knowing you, it's probably 11:58pm on February 13th. I'm guessing you wanted to open it at midnight but couldn't wait, right?

I smiled at how well she knew me.

If you're reading this I'm back from tour, and Jake and I are either dating or, since it's been almost a year, I'd say we've probably broken up already. But while I'm writing this I'm on tour and we're not dating.

I want you to know why Jake and I are dating so you don't think I… well, you know. I'm just gonna list what I wrote about Jake in my songbook/diary for the last few months. And next week we'll be back.

DAY 1
Finally met Jake after almost a month of Ronnie trying to convince me how great he is. My first impression? …Meh. Sure, he's cute, but he doesn't have much of a personality. All he likes to talk about is himself, and it's getting on my nerves. "Ooh, I remember when I was in the studio last week…" "Ooh, I remember when Ronnie first told me I was going on a big tour…" "Ooh, do you want to hear my latest song?" Seriously! I get it! You're famous!

DAY 2
I think Jake tried to leave Owen behind today. Last night Owen and I were talking and Jake got mad. And this morning Jake "accidentally" left a bowl of popcorn at the rest stop that Owen stopped to snack on. I realized just before Ronnie pulled out. Jake denied it and said he was wondering where his popcorn had went, but I don't believe him.

DAY 7
I've spent a week with this pompous know-it-all and I can safely say that I've never met anyone like him. Of course Ronnie doesn't want anyone to know that we hate each other, because we look "absolutely PERFECT together". Ugh.

DAY 9
Jake tried to abandon Owen again. This time Owen got nacho cheese all over his wings right after Jake's nachos went mysteriously missing. So usually when Owen would fly through the bus window just before we drive away, he plummeted to the ground. Fortunately he started squawking like crazy and I found him. I don't think I can stand an entire three months.

DAY 17
Two-plus weeks. This has been the worst time of my life. Austin told me I wouldn't forget my first tour- and I think he was right. But in a different way. This morning, Jake made me oatmeal, and I thought maybe he was trying to make amends. I threw up in the middle of my concert. The entire week of shows was cancelled. Fortunately, we were in New York, so I got to go to a bunch of different Broadway shows. Even Wicked!

DAY 53
I've survived almost two months. I don't know how much longer I can last. Fortunately Jake's manager loaned me a pair of earbuds. She spends almost every minute of every day with him so I guess she's used to it. But I've been listening to Austin's music for the last week while pretending to listen to Jake. It reminded me how much I missed Austin…

DAY 86
I. Hate. Jake. I was writing in my songbook today and he walked in and started talking about his first concert. When he realized I wasn't listening, he snatched my songbook and dunked it in a huge pot of water that I was boiling for spaghetti! It took me three hours to get it dry, and the first few pages are all destroyed! Ugh!

I felt a tear drip onto the paper. I quickly dabbed it off to make sure I didn't ruin it. I kept reading.

Well, that's… that's it. Now you know everything. Everything. I didn't leave anything out.

No, I can't lie about it anymore. Austin, I have to tell you something.

Dad just got a new job. Sonic Boom's already been sold. I'm… I'm moving to Great Falls, Montana.

DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN! And you thought "Missing You" referred to the tour. Haha.

…actually so did I.

Oh well :)

It's close enough to Valentine's Day, right? Austin would say it is. I mean, it's 10pm on the 13th.