Hiya! Read your reviews. They were really nice. Honestly. So, I'm going to be doing that "interview with the character" thing. Starting now!

Emmyreds: Hey Austin!

Austin: Wassup?

Emmyreds: All good. So, how moving feel?

Austin: Actually, pretty weird. There was a goat on my bed . . .

Emmyreds: . . . Okaaaaaaay. That's just weird.

Austin: See?!

Emmyreds: Anyway, mind doing the disclaimer?

Austin: Sure. Emmyreds does not own any of the characters or the song. Or the goat.

The bell rang for lunch. Austin, Ally, and Trish walked to the cafeteria.

"There's nothing better than doing algebra equations," Ally sighed.

"You mean there's nothing boringer than doing algebra equations." Austin said.

"Boringer isn't a word."

"It is now." Said Trish.

The trio got their trays and looked for their table.

"Why do you we have to sit at one particular table?" Austin asked.

"Because, it has a lot of sentimental value to us." Ally replied.

"And we're trying to get away from those guys." Trish nodded towards the popular table. "They're a bunch of snobs."

"Well, I wouldn't say snobs," said Ally, "I would say they were outright evil."

She accidently bumped into someone.

"Hey, watch it-"

The girl looked up and stared daggers into Ally.

"Weirdo."

Trish gulped and Austin's pupils dilated.

"Sorry Tilly. I didn't mean to-"

"Shut it, Dawson."

Tilly looked past her and her eyes laid on the blonde boy.

"Austin? I haven't seen you since I threw a tantrum in kindergarten and broke my arm!"

'Okaaaaaaaaaaay." Laughter erupted from the popular table.

"I gotta go." Tilly slipped a piece of paper into Austin's hand. "Call me."

Tilly left to the popular table. "I wouldn't do that," Trish said.

'Yeah. She's been breaking boy's hearts since grade school," Ally commented.

"Whatever. Did you see the way she treated you? I would never like someone like that," Austin declared.

"Well, see you guys later. I gotta finish my song.'

"You still write songs?" Austin asked.

"Yeah. You still make paper planes?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I wanna hear it."

"Alright. Here it goes."

(a/n: This is like the song in the last chapter, only I'm just writing the second verse.}

I'm really gonna miss you picking fights

And me, falling for it screaming that I'm right

And you, will hide away and find your piece of mind

With some indie record that's much cooler than mine

Ooh, you called me up again tonight

But 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

"Wow. That was awesome Ally-gator!"

"Ally-gator?" asked Trish.

"I used to call her that."

"No you didn't."

"It was a secret nickname thing, Trish-kabob."

Trish just stood there, bewildered.

Okay. I know. Not my best work. It's just that, I am fresh out of inspiration. This is what I've been pondering (whatever pondering means) on for weeks!

Any who, here are your reviews:

jarlcarriers- Thanks. LOL! Yeah, I guess so.

URXxGORGEx- Thanks!

WhatEverAfter6055- Yeah, love has mysterious ways . . .

arianapa1216- I know right?

dog3- Thanks. Man you are straight to the point.

Okay, I've answered the reviews, which means it's time announce the 10th reviewer, which is . . . jarlcarriers! Congrats! This means YOU get to choose what happens next! I'll PM you. And sorry for those mistakes last chapter. And I actually don't own the goat. That idea is from Gravity Falls! Which I coincidentally have a fanfic about, called "The Adventures of Dipper and Mabel". So now you have no excuse not to read it. I'm out.