Sorry, but I kinda don't want to say anything witty right now. I don't own the show. Or the song.

12-year-old Ally Dawson sat under the big tree in the school playground.

Where is she? She wondered. She was impatiently waiting for her best friend, Trish, to come to school.

Ally looked around the playground. She focused on Tilly Thompson, her well-known enemy, A.K.A popular kid. She was currently breaking up with her boyfriend, Chad. Ally rolled her eyes. Tilly was always breaking up with boys. Ally could never understand them. I mean, why go out with them if you were only gonna break up with them? Then the cycle will go on all over again . . . like Tilly's Repeat Boy. They kept back together every-

Wait, Ally thought, that's it!

She grabbed her lucky guitar and strummed a few notes. Then she wrote furiously on her notebook.

"What're you doing?"
Ally looked up at the familiar voice. "Oh, hey Trish," I said, "I'm writing a new song."

"Well, let me hear it."

I picked up my guitar.

I remember when we broke up the first time

Saying, "This is it, I've had enough", cause like

We hadn't seen each other in a month

When you, said you, needed space

What?

Then you come around again and say

"Baby, I love you and I swear I'm gonna change, trust me."

Remember how that lasted for a day?

I say, "I hate you," we break up, you call me, "I love you."

Ooh, we called it off again last night

Ooh, this time, I'm telling you, I'm telling you

We are never ever ever getting back together

We are never ever ever getting back together

You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me, but

We are never ever ever getting back together

Trish clapped. "That was amazing."

"Thanks. Come on. Class is about to start."

We gathered our stuff to go just as I bumped into a boy.

"Excuse me." I looked at him, and my jaw dropped.

"Austin?"

"Ally?"

"Trish?" We turned around, giving her a Really? look. Her jaw dropped as well.

"Wait, Austin?"

"Trish? What is going on here?"

"We didn't know you go to school here," I answered.

"Yeah, cuz I moved in yesterday! So which class are you in?"

"7B-'just because you're in B doesn't mean the guys in A are better than you. It just means you're less smart in comparism'."

"That's the motto?"

"Sad isn't it?"

They laughed and walked to class together. Trish smiled as she saw Austin slip his hand into Ally's.

There was a word for this. She just couldn't remember it.

Oh right, Trish smiled, Love.

Aww, that's so cute. And short. Whatever. Still, I have to say, I am a great writer. I'm going to answer your reviews now.

Melli4798- Saving Ally from Tilly? Hmm. I guess I never thought of it that way. Yeah I guess it is . . . Thanks!

URXGORGE- You really think so? I tried my very best thanks!

Guest- Everyone thinks it's cute! Aww really? . . . Don't worry I will!

arianapa1216- Thanks! . . . I will!

jarlcarriers- Thanks! . . . They are, that was like a flashback or a prologue or whatever. . . I'll try to figure that out . . . I don't know!

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Okay, so everyone thinks it's cute, adorable, and wants me to write more? Guys that's actually really sweet! I'm gonna update a lot so peace out!