I am the worst kind of evil, and I know. I don't blame you guys if you all hate me now. This is my first update in forever, and that truly sucks. I hope you guys don't hate me, and I hope you enjoy the chapter. Do me a favor, if you all don't hate me now, and please review. Thanks.

Austin's POV

Do you ever lose yourself in a memory, wishing for the way things used to be, because somehow, it was all better back then? I used to wish I could be a little kid again, without a care in the world, putting all my worries on my parents, no responsibility. But, then I realized, that being completely dependent on someone isn't being free. I like to be able to help myself.

And then I always wished that somehow my parents had never moved to Miami. We lived in New York, and I'd be able to attend one of the best music schools in the country. But then, I realized I was in love with Miami. I love the crashing waves on the beach, the shining sun, the always sparkling blue sky. It was where I was meant to be.

And now, there's only one thing I could possibly wish for. Now, I wish I had never heard Ally sing. Because, if I hadn't, then I wouldn't be feeling what I'm feeling now. I wouldn't be totally in despair, lost without words, feeling empty. Ally never would've started talking to me, and therefore never would've stopped talking to me.

Oh, right. I haven't spoken to Ally in weeks. Not since that day in math after the beach incident with all those girls. She won't talk to me.

Don't get me wrong, I tried to talk to her. I really did. Everyday I would try to catch her after math, yet, nothing. I've gone to Sonic Boom 5 times in the last 3 weeks, trying to speak to her. She locks herself in her practice room, won't let anyone in. The only luck I've had is with Trish. Trish, at least, will talk to me.

But, she doesn't say much. She's basically just told me that Ally is upset about something, and doesn't want to speak to me. Trish keeps me updated about Ally, but I don't hold high hopes.

Dez has been trying to cheer me up, but I know its useless. He does too.

It seems that no matter what I do, Ally and I are destined to not speak to each other. Actually, that sounds incorrect. I don't think fate chose this path for us. This isn't what destiny planned. I think the universe is trying to tell me that Ally and I are supposed to be together. That what we have is real, and that I shouldn't stop my feelings for her. But, Ally chose this path. And, this is the path we're on.

So, now I wish I had never heard her sing. I wouldn't be in this predicament then.

As I laid down for bed that night, I realized that just like my other wishes, this one had no hopes of coming true, and was ridiculous. For some reason, Ally and I met. For some reason, we became friends. For some reason, I like her. I mean, I REALLY like her.

What is the reason, you may ask?

I don't know for sure. All I know is that its powerful, and its not going away.

The more and more I sit around here, doing nothing to get Ally to speak to me, the more and more anxious I get. Every moment of my existence goes into thinking about her. Her smile, her laugh. Nothing I do can get her out of my mind.

But I have to.

She's clearly moved on, and its time I do as well.

But, not without trying ONE LAST TIME.

Ally's POV

With every second that goes by, with every peek at his face, my heart cracks just a tiny bit deeper.

No, of course I don't want this. What DO I want?

Something I can't have.

I want Austin.

Austin, the guy consuming my entire being right now. Interrupting every thought, every second of my life. The guy I've avoided for this very reason.

I know, I know, if you like him, why would you avoid him? I get it, its stupid of me, if I like him, I should do something smart, like TALK to him.

But, this is the smart move. Liking Austin isn't healthy for me. No matter what I feel, it can't happen. I CAN'T FEEL THIS WAY. And, yet, I do. I DO feel this.

And that's the worst part. Because, I KNOW Austin doesn't return the feelings. How could he? I'm no one special, in fact, we were barely even friends.

This isn't a fairytale, where the prince falls in love with the damsel in distress in the mere act of saving said damsel. No, this story, MY story, doesn't end with happily ever after.

There's only one way I see this ending, heart break.

Austin could never like me back, we could never be together. Why waste my time believing we had a chance? Why would I let him tear my heart to shreds by admitting it to me?

This is better. Distance is better.

The pain will stop soon, right?

Austin's POV

I swear I didn't mean to. I don't even know how I did. One moment I was standing in my yard, and the next I was standing in front of Sonic Boom.

Why can I not just stay away from this place? Obviously Ally doesn't want to talk to me, why do I hurt myself further?

Walking in, I breathed a sigh of relief, noticing Ally was nowhere to be seen. Good. Seeing her would only hurt my wound deeper. I would only see the icy look in her face, and wonder, "What did I do?"

What did I possibly do to make her hate me so? No, I don't believe anything happened.

My relief was short lived though, as I felt my own legs betraying me, walking slowly up the steps. What am I doing?

Stopping outside of the practice room, I sank to the floor, tears filling my eyes, everything becoming too much.

I could hear the angel again. But, today, she sounded sad.

That was okay with me, considering I wasn't really in the happiest of moods.

But, why does the angel cry? Doesn't she know how beautiful she sounds? Doesn't she realize all of the good things surrounding her? So, why is she sad?

Snapped from my senses, I realized it was no angel I was hearing. It was, yet again, the sweet voice of Ally Dawson. Why does her voice do this to me? How can it affect me so?

Why is Ally sounding so sad? She's the one who hasn't been speaking to me, so she can't be sad about us not talking. What else could she be sad about?

I wasn't thinking, I mean, obviously. If I had been, I never would've done it. But, I wasn't thinking. So, I DID do it.

I barged into the practice room, noticing only vague details, until Ally's face was mere inches away from mine. Pulling her into my arms, I felt her hesitate, before throwing her arms around my neck. I hugged her to me.

And then she pulled away. Avoiding my gaze.

No. This can't happen.

This is my last shot. This is my final chance. I'll try, just one more time, to get her to speak with me. After this, I'd be a fool to continue. And, Austin Moon is no fool. My last try to save what we had.

"Ally."