A/N Okay, guys, sorry that this may not be the best chapter and sorry that I skipped like a week and a half in the story, but I'm super busy and right now I seriously have the most splitting headache I've ever had, plus I have homework to finish. So, bear with me! The story is about to get real good after these next few chapters. I've had it planned out from the beginning, so, those of you with suggestions... I'm sorry if they haven't come true! I've known how this story was going to end since before I began writing it, and I've stuck to it ever since. Whether there will be a sequel or not, I still don't know. Maybe if I can think up another storyline, but for now, it's unknown. Anyways, sorry for rambling! Enjoy the story!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Austin&Ally nor am I associated with it in any way. All characters belong to Disney, however, I created Ian. All I did was twist the story line. I also don't own the song "Never Say Never" by The Fray, nor am I associated with The Fray.

10 Days Later...

Ian slams the trunk on his dad's car, where, moments before, he had set about three large suit cases. He leans casually against the trunk, his dad waiting in the driver's seat, his fingers pressed against his temples.

"Well," Ian sighs, "I guess this is goodbye."

All of us were here. Austin, Trish, Dez, and I. We were all keeping our cool, and so was Ian. He was leaving in about five minutes to go to the airport. His flight left about mid-day.

Austin shrugs. "I'm just glad you're happy, Ian." He sighs. "I'm gonna miss you, bro, but I'll see you every time that I get the chance."

Ian nodded, and kicked a pebble in the drive way. What exactly were we supposed to say?

Ian looked up at us, finally. He took a deep breath before saying, "I'm sorry for all this trouble. Really, I am. I mentally beat myself up every day for my actions, and I can't escape it. I just can't. I'm not leaving because I don't want to be with you guys, or because of how people look at me, or even because mom and dad want me gone... I love hanging out with you guys... And it's kind of weird to me since I'm two and three years older than you... But you're my best friends, and I mean that. I'm leaving for my own personal relief, for a fresh start." He clears his throat, and spreads his arms wide. We all group hug him.

He gets in the car a few moments later, and we wave as him and his dad pull away. And then he's gone.

The four of us head back to Sonic Boom to try to relieve ourselves of upset. Once there, Dez plops down on the couch and murmurs, "I guess that now would be of good a time as any to announce that I was contacted through my YouTube account and told that there's a gig opening at a sports bar for twice a week, Austin."

Austin's eyes light up. "Really? Awesome! Ally and I have eight original songs now, so that will be great! Thanks, Dez!" They handshake.

Trish and I smile and roll our eyes, glad that maybe this will lighten up the gloominess that has been hanging over our heads since this whole ordeal started.

Dez tells Austin that he can go by the place tomorrow and talk to the manager about it, and Austin agrees, as long as Dez goes with him. This would be a big change for Austin, since his gig at The Pier only happened once a month.

Trish is flipping through a magazine. "So, do you two lovebirds think that you will be able to finish your album before Christmas?"

Austin and I exchange glances. I nod, and answer, "Yeah, we think so. We only have four more songs to write."

Trish nods, still flipping. "What is that album called, anyway?"

That was a good question. What was the album called? Austin and I hadn't really talked about it, nor did we have a theme for the album. There were all sorts of songs on there. Love songs, sad songs, fun songs, anything. For once, we were at a loss.

Austin just shrugs, and Trish loses interest in the conversation.

The next day, Austin and Dez excitedly caught up to Trish and I while we were tanning on the beach. Austin picked me up, spun me around, and announced excitedly, "I got the gig! I got it!"

A/N Okay, yeah. Eventful, right?:) Review, favorite, and follow!