Hey there! I want to thank everyone who reviewed or followed, I didn't think I would even get so many people to read my story, I'm really happy. I want to thank smileysteph for helping me with writing, if not her I'm not sure how would my story look like.

I don't think I wrote this in the last chapter, but here's the disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally, or anything else that's not part of my imagination.

Well, here's the second chapter.

Beep, beep, beep!

Oh just great! Monday! The first day of my senior year!
The day starts with me slamming the snooze button on my alarm clock.
6:30 am - just great.
I hate mornings because it is always the same. Every school day I'm in a hurry while I try to make myself look like a normal person. I always attempt to run down the stairs, falling almost every time, and enter the kitchen to find some money with a note from my father saying that he is in store working, or on some kind of convention. At the end of the note in small letters, he never forgets to write, I love you my Ally–gator. This routine is getting old already; especially how every time he leaves he says everything in a note. This is the reason why our conversations consist of two words followed by awkward silence until one of us walks away.
Today's not the exception. I woke up, took a shower, and then went back to my room to pull out some jeans and a flower patterned shirt with my high heel ankle boots. I got dressed and of course I didn't even bother to put some makeup on. Who am I even going to impress? Anyways, when I went down the stairs I think I was more careful that usual because I didn't fall. As I entered the kitchen I saw my dad's note on the fridge that said:
Honey I went to the accordion convention in New York. I left at 6 am. I left 200 dollars for you for emergency (food, clothes, etc.) because I won't be back for 3 weeks. Have fun on your first day of school! I am closing the store for that time so you don't have to go to work!
Love you Ally – Gator
I slightly smiled at his note. I grabbed the money and an apple from the kitchen. When I took a bite from my apple I looked at the clock to see it was 8:20AM. Crap! First day of school and I am already late. I'm storming out of the house as I attempt to speed walk to school but then I remember how my dad is not home… and how he conveniently left his car. Turning back around I think how he won't mind if I use it as long as he doesn't notice that I was driving it when he was gone. Besides if he ever finds out I'll just tell him that it was an emergency. With that in mind, I grab the car keys and sprint to the garage.
When I enter the school's parking lot it is overcrowded. People are all over the place. Everyone seems happy as they see their friends. People are hugging, high fiving each other… girls are squeaking from seeing each other for the first time since the last day of school from last year. Of course nobody sees me. I'm Miss Invisible all because of that incident that happened about two years ago. Even thinking about it makes me want to cry. But I don't. I think that she wouldn't want me to cry because of her. I enter the school building to be greeted by the same cream colored old walls, blue lockers and a floor that is just as dirty as it was when in junior year. I'm about to open my locker when I hear my name being called.
"Ally!" Trish squeaked.
"Hey," I answer not too enthusiastically as her with a slight wave of a hand.
"Hey cheer up girl! School started and there's one year left until we will get out of here," she smiled
I fixed my bag and replied, "Yay! One year and we're out of here."
"I know you aren't usually the happiest person on earth, but what got you so moody today?"
"Sorry Trish. It's just that my dad left for three weeks and he left a note again. He didn't even bother to tell me he was leaving yesterday."
"Oh I'm sorry for that. You can sleep over at my house if you don't want to be alone… or I can come over. We can have movie nights!" she says excitedly as she thinks of what possible movies we can see.
"No Trish. It's ok. You don't have to. It's not the first time. He always does this. I just thought that he would have done it another way you know. After "that," he's kind of been avoiding me as much as possible. He once said that I reminded him of her very much and it was hurting him."
After that Trish hugged me and suddenly we heard a very familiar voice said "Can I join the hug?"
A small smile started to form on my face as I recognized the voice. With a gleeful tone I said, "Of course you can," and Dez instantly jumped on us.
I was happy to be with my friends. I haven't seen them for a whole summer. Trish's entire family went on some kind of trip that she would only talk about during the summer. In every phone call or text, there was always at least one sentence from Trish telling me how great the trip was going. And Dez… well his family went to their annual summer trip to a cottage with Austin's family. Their families have always been close. And me… well I spent the entire summer all alone. I wasn't angry at them for leaving me for three months. I wanted my friends to have fun in summer… but that made me feel lonelier.
The entire summer I had been working in Sonic Boom, the place that used my second home and heaven. Now I can't stand being there for more than two hours before my lunch break. When I look at all those instruments in the store they just beckon me to play them. When I stare at the baby grand piano that is in the corner, shyly, with its shiny black and white keys, my hands itch sometimes because of the hunger they have to touch those soft keys and hear that soft melody coming out of the instrument. But whenever I do try to play an instrument I always end up on the floor sobbing.
Instead of trying to play any instruments, I decided that reading was the best thing for me to do in free time which I had plenty of during the summer. You could always find me in some little coffee shop sitting in a lonely booth with a cookie, some hot chocolate or ice-cream, and a book in my hands. Some people think that reading is boring but for me it's the most fascinating thing. Sure watching a movie is good but it's nothing in compare to reading. Reading sets your imagination free and lets you travel to existing and nonexistent worlds while just sitting somewhere in a comfort, without straining a muscle.
Another one of my favorite places to spend time at is a park. I just love parks. They just give me peace. I love to watch kids play; their little faces with pure smiles. I love sitting under trees, listening to nature playing its own melody. The sound of leaves crashing into each other, birds singing bring me the comfort of home. Sometimes I just close my eyes and think. I think of the past and sometimes wonder of the future. I ponder over the roller coaster, with its ups and downs, that the world has prepared for me. Sometimes, when I feel completely free and calm, I let myself think of our once perfectly happy family as flashbacks of my mom often sneak their way into my mind.
My songbook/diary is always full of my thoughts and this summer was no exception. I always write out my thoughts, my point of view, even when it's not the things that happened. I always read them over again and see how things change and how I change while time passes by.
I'm not a fun person and I guess I never was. I just have my own ways of having fun which a lot of people just can't understand. And this is the reason why I was alone whole summer with nobody to keep me company when I was bored. Luckily though, there is an old woman who lives a few houses down from mine who nicely let me spend time with her. She is very sweet and I love spending time with her. She always bakes something while I'm with her. The amount of life experience this woman has is incredible. She can give you advice on every topic and it will always come in handy. Though years have left her scars, and her voice is no longer as cheerful and energetic as it was years ago, she's still young on the inside. She was the only company for me for the entire summer besides Trish's endless phone calls.
So the beach is the place I personally least like, but when it's so hot outside that your vision is getting blurry, it's better to be on the beach then to get killed by heat. These were the only exceptions that you would find me at the beach during the summer. Whenever I went to beach, I always took a book, sunglasses, and a water bottle; the most necessary things.
That was all I did during my summer vacation; which I can describe in one word – boring. Summer went by very fast and here I am seeing my friends for the first time in months. Nothing has really changed except for, Dez. He is not wearing something really bright colored or weird shaped which is unusual for him. Knowing Dez for so long, not seeing him in clothes like that every day feels weird. But he still is that very outstanding person who is silly from time to time. He is very observant and his passion for directing is only growing stronger. I believe that he will be a very successful director one day.
When we broke free from our hug, we looked at each other smiling. I feel lost in the moment but when I took a quick glance somewhere I saw Austin standing in a corner. And for a spit second I saw him smiling at us.

I miss him so much. I wish we can be friends again but it's hard. Except for hi here and there, we haven't said a word to each other for two years. I'm afraid to go and tell him that I'm sorry and want to start everything over. Besides, he still owns me an apology. He was the one who slammed the door in my face.
I only wish he could see that I understand everything and am ready to forgive him. I'm not sure how the process will go, if it'll bring back painful memories or take time but I'm willing to fight. I couldn't realize my determination earlier but I really need him back in my life. You don't always have a friend like Austin and once you've had, it's hard to forget them. And the fact that I am going to see him every day doesn't make it any better.

Sometimes your heart and mind have different opinions on a situation and tell you different ways to resolve it. You feel torn in two as you try to figure out which one is wrong and which one is right but both of them aren't clear like black or white. They are more like a scale of gray so it's a big blur that leaves you in the same place wondering what to do. And this is exactly what my head and hart does. My mind tells me that I need to stop thinking about Austin, but my heart tells me that I need him back. I have been stuck in these thoughts far too long that I need a way out. And something tells me the only way out of this is confronting Austin.

This chapter may or may not be confusing, but everything will make sense in the next few chapters.

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Until next time...

Salome ;)