AN: Of course, I dedicate this chapter to the song, Ally. I did write it myself, so tell me what you think! If this chapter confuses you, the present parts are in Sonny's point of view and the past is in Chad's, where I wrote CPOV. Okay? Yay, thanks for everything!

Chapter 14

"I miss your face, you changed your name," he sings, resting his voice for a moment to strum a few notes. "I've lost my place, but I have my fame." I sigh as he strums a bit more. The melody is soft and slow, which causes me to smile.

"And I miss," he continued. "When I stared into her eyes. And she'd give me a smile. Then came the goodbyes." And these lines make me remember, which I honestly was trying to avoid doing. Yet he brings the memories back in the music he plays.

"I've heard music, I've heard noise." My chin tilts down for a moment, just to be brought up again by the uninterrupted sound of his song. "And I can still hear her voice." I blush a bit, the only thought in my head being, so his voice never changed since his solo from the fifth grade concert. "Every single time, when I go to sleep at night," he sang just a bit louder. His eyes are on his guitar, as if he fretted over messing up his chords. I know he just didn't want to look into mine.

"And dream my life away. But she's gone when I awake." The guitar part speeds up a little, making me beam.

"Ally," he sings, his voice holding out on the "A." I had always despised that nickname, but when he sang it to me, it almost sounded nice. "Ally."

"Why can't you see? What you're doing to me?"

November 15th, 2002

CPOV

"Was the math test hard? Astrid, from science already took it and- dude, what's that?" Alex asked me, giving me a crooked grin as he stared at my locker I had just opened. I followed his eyes and saw what he meant. There was a small post-it note that was stuck onto my French textbook. I gave it a quizzical look, and then grabbed it, bringing the small message to meet my eyes.

"What's it say?" Alex asked, attempting to read it over my shoulder. I turned quickly, blocking him from seeing what was written in pen.

"Rendez-vous après l'école," I read aloud in my best French accent. Alex chuckled with a puzzled expression.

"What's that supposed to mean?" the Spanish student asked me. I laughed with a large grin covering my face.

"See you after school."

~~Present~~

"The way her hair fell in her eyes, made me wonder if," he carries on. "She'd ever see through my disguise. And I wish she had," he sings, the last line quieter than the rest. The wind blows, causing me to shiver a bit, but I clench my pajamas with my arms crossed around my chest. Chad doesn't mind the cold. He looks lost in his melody.

"Everything is falling, but I don't know where to land. Who knows where she is, does she remember who I am?" I smile a shy smile and his eyes shift to look into mine for the slightest moment. His icy blue ones meeting my brown, he smiles and breaks the contact to look at his instrument again.

"Ally. Ally," he sings, the grin remaining on his expression. "Why can't you see? What you're doing to me?"

January 5th, 2006

CPOV

I groaned, leaning back into my leather couch. Rehearsal wasn't for another hour and I couldn't last through an entire hour of having absolutely nothing to do. All my co-stars were out to lunch and I was already full from too many Loganberry smoothies. I tossed my head back, cracking my stiff neck in the process. I couldn't remember the last time I had been this bored. Well, actually I did remember, for it was in fourth grade.

I remember I had finished all my homework and I was banned from watching TV for annoying my sister, so I was just so bored. It took me a minute to remember how I solved it. And once I did, I wish I never began to reminisce in the first place. It was her who helped me out of my tediousness. She took me to the small creek in her backyard and we caught minnows and little crayfish until eleven at night.

I sighed. I did truly miss her, I thought to myself. And then it came to me, as if my muse had whispered into my ear. And I dashed to the opposite corner of my room, taking a pad of paper and a pen into my hands. I uncapped the pen, testing it on the paper to see the thick black ink squirt out onto the sheet. The music was already in my mind, but it took a while to think of the first line.

"I miss her face, she changed her name. I've lost my place and she's to blame."

~~Present~~

"I see you acting on your stage," he sings, the music picking up the tempo, as his voice grows loud. "You still look like an angel. And I do is pray. That maybe."

My smile expands. "Someday I'll sing my song and you'll understand that all along. There's something more that I've been trying to say," he sings, his fingers getting vigorous on the six strings. And for the first time, his smile took over the song, overwhelming the tune with bliss.

"When I say, Ally." And this makes me pull in my lower lip while a grin comes out, creating an expression of awe. "Ally."

"Why can't you see? What you're doing to me?" he sings, his voice now seeming contagious.

"What you're doing to me?" he sings louder with pure strength. "Ally," we both sing in unison. He looks up and smiles. "Ally."

"Why can't you see? What you're doing to me?" I sing, my voice leaving his behind, making the lines my personal solo. A light blush comes to my face as the song ends. And as the last chord strums, my breath is taken away and I'm left speakless.