A/N Sorry about the wait! Ugh, school -_- The storyline definitely gets more energetic in the next chapter. ;)

Ally's POV

I aligned all the instruments neatly onto the shelves, hoping none would fall down and cause me to jump like a Chihuahua. Once I checked them, I put my thumbs up then ran to the counter, picking up a bowl of guitar picks and making sure the coolest looking ones were on top.

And if your wondering why I haven't mentioned the debacle between Team Austin, it's because I highly doubt that it still exists. How could Austin just do this to me, to us! He kissed me then blames me for nothing. I'm sick of always feeling like I have no voice in anything I do. If I write a song for Austin, great. If it's not written in the amount of time they want it, apparently I suck. Just saying.

Dez occasionally walks through the store without saying a word and quietly exit's the opposite door. I guess it's his weird way of either showing how upset he is with me and that seeing him puts me in shame, or, that he misses me and wants to speak to me as much as I want to speak to him.

Trish is the only one that I speak to. It feels as if everything was a hazy memory and everything has returned to its rightful place. Me being the outsider with Trish and Austin being a performer with his girlfriend and Dez as a film maker.

Speaking of Trish, she should be here soon, I invited her over to stay the night since my parents are gone and Trish is the only one they trust. I don't even know who to trust anymore. We've changed. Austin seems all tense and stressed ever since, well, Kira! I've been a little more demanding and sassy towards people and I don't like it. It's not me. It's not who I am.

I finished completing all of my chores downstairs and decided to go and tidy up the practice room. As I trudged up the steps the bell rang on the door to the store and I turned on my heel to spot Austin peaking his head in then entering with his whole figure. It was obvious that he was nervous. He folded his fingers together and slowly paced towards the staircase.

"Hey."

Just hearing his voice say one word to me, it felt like it's been a million years. Even though it's been close to a week.

"Hey," The words slipped through my teeth as I took a step down and smiled at Austin. I had to stop this disgusting tone that I had towards him. I miss being his friend, his partner, being in his arms. No sign of forgiveness was expressed on his face. He seemed plain. But why was he here?

"I left my guitar in the closet in the practice room. I had an idea for a song I'm trying to write," Austin spoke as if molasses spilled from his mouth.

"You're writing a song?" I asked in the sweetest yet curious tone I could. Austin flashed a grin then kept glancing at the ground. Maybe he thought I didn't like the idea of him trying new things on his own. In reality, I was proud, this was a good way to help him express what he's been feeling this whole time.

"Yeah," Again with glancing down, he needs to work on eye contact. "Can I get my guitar?"

"Yeah, I was actually just about to go in there," I spoke as I climbed up the steps to unlock the door. Austin followed behind me, but kept his distance.

I flung the door open and let him enter first. He headed straight for the closet and slid the guitar out and leaned it against the wall. Once the door was shut closed, I walked up behind Austin and wrapped my arms around his torso, leaning against his firm chest, feeling no sign of embrace at all.

I was attached to him as he awkwardly stood there. I didn't dare let go, and I was wondering what he would do if I never did.

"I miss you," I choked between words, trying to keep my tears inside their cage. Speaking made me grip tighter, causing him to tense up. Still he didn't return the hug, like the old Austin would. A hand planted itself on my back and patted lightly against my neon shirt. My eyes were kept closed, that way I wouldn't have to return to reality, or face what was the truth. I loved Austin. And it kills me that he wont even like me back.

Without replying I released him and he slightly grinned, lifting his guitar and throwing the strap over his shoulder. He gave a slight nod and I knew I didn't want him to leave just yet.

"Austin," I softly spoke as he stuttered to move then froze. My fingers gripped loosely around his arms, trying to keep him in place. "You don't have to do this. It doesn't have to be this way. Dez misses you, Trish misses you, I miss you."

He swallowed hard then grinned again, wanting to escape the room, but of course, I keep holding him back.

"Austin!" He almost makes it to the door and I walk towards him in a rush, digging my nails into his shoulders as I arch on my feet to reach his cheek. My lips pressed into his soft skin as I felt his hand, hesitantly grip my waist.

I pulled him into my arms without looking at the expression on his face. I forced him down, causing his head to rest on my shoulder, wishing I could trap him in my arms forever. My fingers fumbled with his blonde strands of hair, his hands on my waist, feeling the slightest of a grip. I finally pushed myself away and instantly turned in the opposite direction. The world felt dizzy and I began to feel light headed.

"I don't want it to be this way," Austin mumbled, finally being the voice in the room. I turned to make eye contact and I had to rant.

"Then don't let it. Be my partner, bring back Team Austin," I encouraged as he let out a heavy sigh.

"But I cant! Things are gonna be the same way they are now. Kira is my girlfriend. Why cant anyone accept that?"

"She's not who you think she is! This is her plan, to break us apart and I keep trying and trying to make it work!" I exclaimed I began to rant heavy sobs and feel the salt from my tears, sting my eyes.

"Come here," Austin widened his arms and without hesitation, I got lost in them. I finally got the embrace I wanted and it felt good to be trapped in his arms, feeling as if, no one could reach me.

"I miss being around all of you, and without you around, everything is off balance," I admitted while my fingers traced along the lines of his blue plaid shirt.

"Maybe soon, but not now. I need to think things out. Kira has this great new idea for a duet she wanted to sing with me and it's actually not that bad."

"So, you're singing with her at the Bayou concert?" Yep. I died a little inside.

"I don't know. I wanted to sing with you more than anything, but I think I'm going solo for a while actually," Austin stated. Died a little more.

I sighed as I pressed the keys on the piano and grinned.

"Mind if you play something for me?" I grinned, but he gave a questioning glare.

"I'm late for a date with Kira, I wanted to play her my acoustic version of Radioactive," Austin informed as he already began to stumble towards the door.

Apparently his new song is called Radioactive, obviously, and now I'm being replaced as a friend and a songwriter. This day just keeps getting better and better. *Cough* sarcasm *Cough*.

"Oh, so you finished it?" I guessed. Either time has flown by or he's catching up with the songwriting process easier than I thought.

"It sounds really great," It seemed Austin was trying to cheer me up, but this conversation was leading to anywhere other than a happy ending. "I'm glad you helped me write some of it. Like we used to."

It's official. This kid has to leave the room before I start bawling like those hopeless chicks in those romantic comedies.

"I have to close up shop so I think you better get going," I marched past him, out the door, down the stairs and behind the counter before making eye contact with him. His expression looked disappointed as he slowly trudged down each step.

"Just because we're not song partners for awhile, doesn't mean we cant be friends," Austin suggested as he stopped in front of the granite counter. "How about lunch tomorrow? Minis?"

Without replying, I nodded with a grin and this weird tingling sensation churned in my stomach when he smiled. That always lighted up the room and lighted up my life. With a wave of a hand he abandoned the shop and returned up the stairs to hurry up and complete my song. Just friends?

I was running out of time.

I glared down at the shiny plate with only one mini corndog left, my eyes flickered between the tiny bite size meat and Austin's similar glare.

"Now, Ally, this can be settled many different ways-"

I snatched the corndog and popped it into my mouth, earning an expression of anger from Austin.

"The heck!? That's not fair! I bought them, I should have gotten the last one!" Austin exclaimed as his fists slammed into the table. I calmed him down by placing my hands atop his, causing one of eyebrows to arch.

"Now, Austin, there are many ways to settle this. And after all, you said we'd try being friends right?" I asked innocently. But innocent didn't pay off.

"You want something," He assumed as I smirked.

"We need to get Team Austin back together."

He sighed deeply. Surprise. Surprise.

"Not just Team Austin. But our friendship with Dez and Trish. They don't even talk to each other anymore and I don't want that to happen to us either. To any of us. We're best friends and have been for 2 years. We need to fix this!"

"Okay, okay. What are we supposed to do? Go straight up to them and say, 'Hey! We should all be friends again!' ?"

"Hey! Don't you think we should all be friends again?" I yelled as I flung my arms around in a gesture, emphasizing for all of us to hug. Trish and Dez's face went blank and Austin leaned into my ear.

"I didn't mean it literally," Austin whispered as students passed by in the back round. I finally got them to agree to meet at my locker, but they still haven't said a single word. I emphasized my hand gesture again, trying to get something out of them.

"That's the best you could come up with?" Trish finally included in the conversation.

"Um, actually I came up with that," Austin corrected with a serious attitude.

"It doesn't matter who came up with it! Why cant you guys just accept that things aren't the same anymore. It feels like everything's been off balance in the past week and I need you guys!" I screeched. I was on the verge of tears and was happy that majority of the student body already left school.

I planted myself on a stone bench and slouched, feeling hopeless. The 3 of them awkwardly stood there, not knowing what would be their next move. I shut my eyes, wanting to close the world out of my thoughts, my sight and my life. It was until I felt a firm hand plant itself onto my shoulder. I turned to see Austin sitting beside me, caressing the bare skin on my shoulder with his thumb.

"This is serious guys," Austin added as he stood up to meet Dez's stance. "This is the longest we've gone without talking. Even when we're at home, when I see you across the street you close your blinds on me. And yes, I already know you have Say Yes to The Dress on Demand."

"Oh, I just cant help it. One can simply not have a turtleneck wedding dress, it's not traditional!" Dez finally spoke with a sad expression on his face as he paced in the same spot.

" I want you guys to help me with my performance. Trish you can order the props, Dez you can direct where we go and clothing designs and Ally can coach me before the show." Austin suggested.

"Why would we drop everything and help you after everything you've done to us?" Trish asked as she got up in Austin's face.

"Cause you're my friends. And look, I'm sorry for that whole fit I threw in the food court. Ally was right, I need Team Austin and so do you guys," Austin explained as he planted himself back on the bench.

"I guess your right. I kind of do miss being a manager," Trish admitted while popping her collar.

"I guess your right, too. I've haven't picked up my video camera in a week," Dez added.

"You haven't filmed for a week?" I asked, leaning on Austin's shoulder.

"No, I have, I just haven't picked it up. It's very sensitive," Dez gazed at the floor in depression as we all lost train of thought and returned to the main idea of our conversation.

"So what are you suggesting?" I glanced up to gaze into Austin's deep, brown eyes. My arms wrapped tightly around his bicep as my chin rested on his shoulder.

"I want you guys to be apart of my next video," Austin said as I squealed and hugged him to death. Literally. I'm pretty sure that he had trouble breathing.

"I can see it now, Radioactive in Deztopia," Dez made a rainbow in midair and Trish clasped his hands back together. "You ruined my rainbow!" Dez pouted and turned to open his locker.

"Great, we can meet in the practice room at 4 tomorrow," I suggested as Austin excited demeanor changed.

"Actually, Kira wanted me to hear her new song tomorrow. Saturdays are the only days she's available to see me," Austin seemed apologetic but the three of us couldn't help but hang our heads. "But I can come by tomorrow morning. Say, 10?" Austin asked.

"10's fine," I smiled and hugged him tightly before he walked off and left me with Trish and Dez. "Come here!" I squealed as I ran towards the both of them and embraced each other in a group hug. I loved the feeling of them being around. Dez's goofy personality mixes well with Trish's sweet yet sarcastic attitude. Same goes for me and Austin. His soft side and confidence collides perfectly with my reserved and dorky personality. But I guess that's why Austin is drawn to Kira.

Definite opposites attract.

Hope you guys enjoyed it! Next chapter up at the end of the week! You'll see a side of these characters that you never expected.

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