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"Hello? HELLO?" Austin yelled into the receiver, did she hang up? No, the line hasn't gone dead, his phone would have beeped. "Ally? Hello?"

"Oh my god." Ally whispered, a tear rolled down her cheek and she looked at the phone and realized she hadn't answered him in at least a minute. She gingerly lifted the phone to her ear again and said, "Sorry, I, uh... So why are you calling?"

"I'm, um, calling about that lunch date." Austin replied, trying to be as cool as possible. If she didn't know who he was, or if he had gotten it all wrong, then he could really screw things up if he didn't play it right.

"Oh, yeah. Um, how about tomorrow? There's this great little café off on 84th street, wanna meet there?"

"Great, how about 12:30, see you tomorrow?"

"Uh, yeah. Bye." Ally said and hit the "End Call" button as quickly as possible. She threw her phone next to her on the bed and flopped back into the pillows. "What the hell did I just get myself into?" she mumbled to herself before falling asleep.

xxx

12:25 on the dot. Austin looked at his watch as he neared the café. He was attempting to prepare himself for this, but what do you say in this situation? Sorry? Nice to see you again? He was so unsure of himself. "Hi, can I have a croissant?" He asked once inside.

"Sure thing, coming right up." He gave her the money and sat down at a small table with two chairs next to the window. He was watching people walk by on the street when she caught his eye, Austin couldn't help but think how beautiful she appeared walking from the opposite direction from which he had come. She was wearing a yellow tank-top and jeans. Her hair fell just the right way around her shoulders, just like it had the first time they met.

"Hi, can I have the usual." Ally said approaching the lady at the counter.

"Sure thing, Ally." the lady replied, smiling. Obviously Ally was a regular here. She looked over and noticed Austin staring at her and smiled. She grabbed the small bag and walked over to the table.

"Hi." she said, sitting down across from him.

"Hey." he replied. "So..."

"So, why don't we start with the basics, what's your last name?"

"Moon. Austin Moon." he replied, relieved that she had been the one to initiate the conversation, "And yours might be?"

"Dawson." she replied, taking a small chunk of muffin between her fingers and putting it in her mouth. "Where are you from?"

"Florida, Miami more specifically." Austin replied, the next thing she said didn't surprise him, but he knew he still looked shocked.

"Me too."

"Wow, that's really cool." Austin said as he bit into the croissant, "and you went to Juilliard. That's pretty impressive."

"Thanks." Ally said pensively, "You know, why don't we go for a walk. It's better than just sitting here, right?"

"Sure." Austin agreed and stood up. He and Ally both threw away their bags and just carried the rest of their pastries with them.

"So, where did you go to college?" Ally asked as they walked down the street.

"Um, I didn't." Austin said, "Well, I mean, I did. I got into Florida Tech but, I don't know, I just didn't want to go to college. I wanted to be a musician."

"So, you can be both. And now you don't have a plan to fall back on!" Ally said, caring a little too much.

"Ha, well, I'm hoping I won't need one. But anyway, back to you, what made you want to go to Juilliard?"

"Well," Ally began, "actually, I used to be really shy. But um, long story short, someone told me that I was worth something and that I should try for my dreams. So I did." Ally looked at Austin, searching for any sign of recognition of what she had referenced.

"That's a nice story." Austin said, hoping that she wouldn't catch how the words stuck in his throat, did she know what she had said? Did she know that it was him? Austin had to know. "Do you want to come back to my apartment?" he asked, rushed.

"Um, sure." Ally replied, hesitantly. "Where is it?"

"Just a couple blocks that way. Starr Records is putting me up there with another artist while I'm recording in New York."

"Must be pretty nice, huh."

"It's cool. Pretty spacious I guess."

xxx

Their walk was quick and as they walked in Austin called out for Trent, but he wasn't there.

"So," Ally said walking around, her hand grazing the table and chairs. "hey, can I try your guitar?" she asked, picking up the acoustic guitar from it's stand and sitting down on a chair in the living room.

"Sure." Austin replied, walking over and sitting down in front of her. "What are you going to play?"

"What do you want to hear?" Ally asked, obviously challenging him to pick something difficult.

"How about..." Austin thought, "something you wrote?" Austin was happy with his response and looked up at her somewhat shocked face.

"How do you know I write my own songs?" Ally asked.

"Well, you went to a prestigious music school and I don't know, I guess you just seem like a songwriter or something like that."

"Fair enough." Ally replied, "This is called "You Don't See Me". I wrote it a while ago so don't judge. It's one of my favorites that I wrote."

"I'm the sun in your eyes, yet you don't see me.

I wear no disguise, but you don't see me.

I'm a total surprise, and you don't see me."

I'm so agonized, that you don't see me.

You don't see me."

"It's kind of just the chorus, but I like it."

"Are you kidding, Ally, it's amazing!" Austin said. He was being completely honest, it was amazing.

"Thanks." Ally blushed. "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Yeah, it's down the hall, first door on the left."

"Thanks." Ally replied putting the guitar back on the stand and getting up.

Austin had come up with an idea listening to her play. One that would make it absolutely clear if she was the girl that he had met so long ago. He picked up the guitar and put it across his lap and began to play a song that he had written a long long time ago, but hadn't recorded, hadn't played more than a a couple times at gigs.

"I can get your heart beat beat-beat-beatin' like

I can get your heart beat beatin' like that

You know you got my heart beat beat-beat-beatin' like

Hey-ay ay-ay Hey-ay-ay"

Ally washed her hands and looked in the mirror.

"It's not him, Ally. Why do you even-"

"Would you, would you want it if I stood up above this crowd"

"No way." Ally said to herself as she turned off the tap and dried her hands.

"Got up on a chair and if I shouted your name aloud"

Ally opened the door and started walking down the hall.

"Could you, could you take me, call me baby without a doubt"

Ally was standing in the opening of the door into the living room. Austin was looking down at the guitar as he sung.

"I'm shouting you name right now, shouting you name right now."

Austin looked up and saw Ally, but continued playing. Ally started walking towards him and sat on the couch.

"Don't you get it, get it, I'm nothin' like them other ones

It's placed upon the notion, I ain't hosting no re-runs

I said it, said it, said it, wouldn't let it be all or none

'Cause I ain't no rerun, I ain't no rerun

I'll make you forget (forget)

What you came here for (here for)

For goodness sake, let's make or break this heart

'Cause it needs more"

She wasn't sure why she felt tears in her eyes. It's not like she had been in love with him or anything all those years ago. They had barely even met. Even though that hadn't stopped what happened. She could never forget that night and the next morning. They were all too painful. She couldn't quite wrap her head around what had happened, and she couldn't even contact him because they hadn't exactly exchanged numbers. After talking to Trish for about 2 hours she had finally decided that it had meant nothing. That all Austin had wanted was what he got, and that's why he had never asked for her number. Never tried to contact her. But she couldn't shake him, she took his words to heart and decided that it was time to stop being shy and to conquer her stage fright, and the place to do that would be New York, at Juilliard. It made it easier when Trish had been accepted to NYU and they ended up going to New York together. What Ally didn't know is that the morning after what she thought had been one of the worst decisions of her life, Austin wasn't fist-bumping his friends about what had happened, or making jokes. He was looking for her.

Austin spent 2 weeks searching for her, he tried to get into school records of all the high schools in Miami but it was no use. No one that had been at the party knew her or even of her. That didn't surprise him since she had told him she was a nobody, but it wasn't very helpful in the situation. Eventually he had given up, Dez had been really great about him trying to find her, but convinced him that it was no use. That she probably wouldn't even be in the state in a few weeks. With that, Austin abandoned his search and continued on with his life, still hoping that she would come back, when the time and the place were right.

"Hey-ay

Let me hear you like

Hey-ay-ay hey-ay

Can you do it like

Hey-ay hey-ay-ay"

When Austin finished singing he put the guitar back in the stand and looked at Ally. She was just staring at him, looking over every inch of him.

"I should go." she finally said, standing up and heading toward the door. "Thanks for lunch and stuff. Bye."

"Ally, wait!" Austin called from a few paces behind her.

"What?" she swung around to face him, surprised to find him only about 2 feet away from her.

"You forgot something."

"Wha-" and with that his lips collided with hers.