Hi guys. It pains me, and annoys me as well, to have to apologise about updating late again. I'm tired of starting ever author's note, ever chapter like this. It's just that, like Ally's, my life seems to be throwing things at me so frequently that I just get sick of it all. I have some really, um, bad news but I also have some good news.

I actually was planning on updating on that Wednesday, but a friend of mine... a friend of mine passed the day before. It was all very sudden and I guess you could say that I was past doing anything for a while. Talk about a crappy way to start the holidays now, hey. :/ I just thought about you guys and thought what am I still doing? Just because I'm feeling down doesn't mean that I should give up on them completely. I made a commitment and I have to honour it. So here I am, honouring my commitment and deeply asking you guys not to worry about me, because it's normal for people to die.

Hmm... that last part didn't sound very... eh, right, if you follow.

But please note that I'm not writing this out as just another excuse or a way for you guys to feel bad for me or whatever.

This isn't even the bad news. This is just my latest – and hopefully last – excuse for you guys because I know you like reading my work and you're all so sweet and patient, you deserve more than someone of my writing standards.

The real bad news is, I've also been losing a little interest in Austin and Ally. Yep. The show's just not inspiring me like it used to. I don't get the jump I usually feel whenever a new episode comes on. But you know what they say, guys, nothing lasts forever.

The only good news is that just because I may not like the show anymore doesn't mean that I'll leave you guys hanging. I'll finish all my stories to the very end, like I'd originally planned. I'll finish Switcheroo, My Dilemma and PCA as planned for you guys. But I don't think I'll have the will to continue in this field after that. Unless, of course, I actually start to like the show better.

But just so you guys know, I may have lost interest in Austin and Ally, but I'll never lose interest in FF or you guys.

To those who read this long author's note, thank you.

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12concannon: That is quite the suggestion you had, I wasn't even think of it. I might use your idea, if you elaborated on why I should make her pregnant. And if I choose to put that in (which I might) it would have to be much later on because I still have a lot of plans for Team Austin in the near future. Thank you for your suggestion, I will think about it.

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Jarlcarriers: Yeah if I was Alexis I wouldn't have held back. And Ally did handle that pretty well, I guess. I wasn't sure how to make her react; if she was to explode in fury or exude cool ignorance to Austin for the rest of, well, however long. But we do get a reaction in this chapter so... yeah. Thanks for reviewing!

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Just a shout out to sofiaagron who PMed me hoping for a new chapter. I felt really bad so I hope this chapter makes it up for you.

This has to be the longest author's not I've ever written. But anyway, I hope you like the following chapter. Please review!

Oh, and just to remind you guys... this is right after they get back from Canada

Ally's POV

I smiled as I stepped into our house for the first time in a week. I missed being home. Surprisingly, the house was spotless. I guess maybe Sonya finally learned how to be clean. Or she moved into the apartment that came with her job at the pharmacy. It's probably the latter. I'm surprised she's still there.

"Wow, the place is... clean," Austin muttered from behind me. I kicked off my shoes and dashed up the stairs and into our bedroom. I literally jumped into our bed, smiling in bliss. I'd landed on Austin's side of the bed which smelt a lot like him.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds before the door opened.

"Hey, that's my side of the bed," Austin said, but his tone was light. I said nothing and rolled over twice so that I was in the centre of the bed, now facing my side i.e. the side where the sun shines too brightly and almost blinds me every single morning. I opened my eyes and cursed when the rays of the sun pierced my eyes. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up to see an amused Austin. I scowled and tossed a pillow at him, which he caught with ease. Stupid good reflexes.

"Maybe you should wear sunglasses when you go to bed," he said. I rolled my eyes but said nothing.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked, now sitting beside me on the bed.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why?" I burst out. "How could you treat that girl like that?"

Austin sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "I thought we were over that."

"No we're not. I only didn't do anything at the airport because I didn't want to embarrass you in front of all those people. Well, I think your ex did a great job of that but still."

"I don't get why you're getting so worked up about this! It's not like I'd do that to you," he said exasperated.

"How do I know what, Austin?" I asked, crossing my arms, "How do I know that you won't see the next best thing and treat me like you treated her?"

"Don't you know me, Ally?" he demanded, "You know I was a jerk but I've changed! I've been seeing you for three years Ally. Three. And after all we've been through, you still think I'm the same guy who you met three years ago?"

"I knew you were a jerk but I didn't know that's what you were capable of," I snapped, "And what makes me different? Just because you've been with me for longer doesn't mean that you couldn't treat me like that. I'm nothing like the girls you've dated in the past. I'm not gorgeous, I'm not confident I'm not even remotely interesting!"

"That's why I'm still here, Ally," Austin interrupted, taking my hands, "That's why I'm still with you. Because you're beautiful. You're modest. You have standards. And you are the most interesting person I've ever met and I love you. If that's not a good enough reason for me to stay then I don't know what is. I'd never treat anyone like that ever again and I swear I'd never do it to you." I said nothing for a few seconds and searched his eyes for any indication that this might be a trick. But I knew inside that he was being honest.

Then I stopped to wonder. What had made him act so horribly to girls? Who had provoked him into doing such things? So I stopped to ask.

"Who was she?" I asked softly. Austin raised his eyebrows at me.

"Huh?"

"The girl that broke your heart," I explained.

"What makes you think that a girl broke my heart?"

"It just makes sense, you know. I mean, behind every problem there is a cause, right?"

"Yeah and to every problem there is a solution," he countered, "and here you are. Trust me, Als, no one broke my heart." I crossed my arms, "So you just decided to be a jerk to girls?" I pressed. Austin's smile dropped and he sighed and shook his head, avoiding my gaze.

"It wasn't right, I know. But Ally, I swear I've changed and I'll do anything to prove it to you," he said, still avoiding my gaze.

"Can I ask you one more thing?" I asked, "why did you change for me?"

"You're special," he said simply. He looked up to me and I saw that his eyes were glistening with tears. It was rare to have Austin Moon crying – especially over stuff like this. The only times I'd I could see he was beyond serious at this point, and I wish I'd never doubted him. My shoulders sagged and I suddenly felt horrible for doing this to him.

"I'm sorry," I said, biting my lip. My shoulders seemed to be weighed even more with shame than guilt. "It's just... I had accepted that that's how you were and that you'd never do that to me right now, but I don't know... when I saw her and heard her story... I guess I just got really scared that you'd end up leaving me like that," I said, now avoiding his gaze. Austin took my small hands in his big, warm ones and brought them to his lips.

"I hate that you'd even think that," he said, his words were like a knife, cutting into my heart. "I love you, Ally."

"I just thought that because... Austin, a guy doesn't change for a girl just like that."

"Yeah, but they might if they had enough reason to," he said, leaning his forehead against mine. I looked into his brown eyes that were glistening with unshed tears. I could see the worry, the guilt, and the shame that swam around depressingly in his deep brown orbs. I could see it in his eyes – he was worried I was mad enough to leave him. I'd seen this look before on his face – and that time, I did leave. Well, I ignored him for a while, but I might as well have left. It was a big fight, bigger than the multiple small ones we have daily. I didn't really want to remember that terrible moment in our relationship and forced myself back to the here and now.

"Austin-" I started to say, but then the door opened and the loud gasp coming from the group of strangers stopped me. Austin and I whipped our heads to the door, eyes wide and wary.

One little girl with a pink camera shouted, "HEY! Why are those people sitting on Oprah's bed?"

"What?" I stopped gaping at them and hopped off of the bed. The air was suddenly traced with a tinge of designer perfume and vanilla – a sure fire smell that Sonya was lurking somewhere around. I turned to Austin with a scowl, "I smell a rat, and it's wearing six inch heels." Then I turned to the random strangers, "Um, people, you have been conned. This is not Oprah Winfrey's house, this is my house. So if you will please vacate-"

"This way, people! We have a lot of ground to catch up on if we want to finish the rest of the tour!" The door opened once again and Sonya walked in, clad in some ultra skinny black leggings and a matching black blazer. In her hand she held her phone and a clipboard. She froze in her spot when she saw Austin and I standing in the room, now glaring down at her.

"Uh, Allyson! Austin! What are you guys doing here?" she asked, her voice shrill and dripping with anxiety.

Austin scowled, "The real question is, what the hell do you think you're doing?! And why the heck are you still doing here?"

Sonya regained her posture and tried to mask her face from all emotion, but I could see in her eyes that she knew she was in deep.

"So, wait, are you saying that this isn't Oprah Winfrey's house?" a man asked. He didn't wait for a response, "I want my money back!" he roared at Sonya. Several other adults began to complain and shout. Sonya tried to calm them down, muttering something about no refunds and how this was all just a huge misunderstanding. But these people wouldn't give up.

Let's just say that an hour later, I had screamed my throat raw at Sonya, Sonya ended up giving back every penny she had scammed the people and Austin... well, Austin was currently on the phone, arguing with Uncle Diego about Sonya's time spent here. I'm not so sure what Sonya's dad said, but it made Austin so mad he grabbed Sonya's suitcases and threw them across the driveway. The first time I've ever seen Austin this mad, and while I knew that this would end up with dire consequences, I didn't care. Austin was walking around the house, swearing like a sailor and yelling obscenities at Sonya and shoving around anything that crossed his path.

In the end, I forced Sonya to go to her room and remain there and found Austin sitting at the kitchen table, downing a can of beer. I sighed and sat down beside him. We sat there in silence, surrounded by a sea of overturned furniture and smashed plates.

"I hate her," he muttered after a while.

"Join the club," I muttered, my voice cracking painfully.

"I talked to her dad. He said that since she's clearly still got some issues with us, we have to settle them here," Austin paused, taking a swing, "I told her that the only that would happen is if we ditched her in a mental asylum to rot." I sighed and said nothing, choosing to stare into the middle of nowhere.

So many thoughts were racing in my mind. So many emotions where conflicting in my heart. I felt angry, so unbelievably angry at Sonya for her constant misbehaviour. The way she didn't seem to care about whatever Austin and I go through and the way she never appreciates or respects us at all just makes me so... so mad. I'm also mad at my uncle, for being the worst parent ever. I guess if he had just been stricter or whatever Sonya wouldn't be all that bad.

But how did this all go wrong? One second, I'm ignoring Austin for his past antics, the next I'm ready to do anything for him, and the next thing I know, we're pretty much having the worst day ever. I'm so tired of all this. All the never ending drama that is always right around the corner, ready to choke whatever peace I'd been enjoying before.

Well, no more. I don't know if it's possible, but I'm going to have to try and avoid all means of drama from now on. I'm just going to focus on school, Austin's career and spending time with my friends. My real friends, that is.

"I'm telling you, it's not like that!"

"Oh sure! Why should I believe you, huh?"

"Because I'm the one who ordered the drink for you, ya jerk!"

"...was that supposed to be a Jersey accent?" Trish asked, no longer reading from the script.

"Yeah. Why?" Dez asked, now in his normal voice.

"It sounded like a really bad New Yorker accent."

"Well sorry if I'm not in your fancy shmancy drama classes!"

"Good! Because you'd probably make our drama teacher quit!"

"CUT!" Tasha exclaimed, "Guys! Stick to the scripts. No matter how bad Dez's acting is, Trish, you need someone to rehearse with since Ross isn't here." Trish sighed and threw her script onto the table in defeat.

"But he's just so annoying! Where's Ross?" she complained, "he's the one who's supposed to be helping me. Not Carrot Top." Tasha shrugged, "have you seen him, Ally?"

I stopped going over some music to look up at my younger cousin. Tasha was biting her lip, tugging on a strand of her golden hair. It was clear she was either nervous or seriously stressed. Trish, on the other hand, looked like she was about to shoot lasers from her eyes and the poor, obliviously happy redhead, Dez.

I shrugged, "I haven't seen him, Tash. Sorry."

Tasha groaned, dread evident in her voice, "Well, what are we supposed to do? School starts in five minutes and we," she paused to point at herself and Trish, "are supposed to be ready to perform our sketches for class by then! What am I going to do? I can't fail. If I fail, papa's gonna kill me."

"It's okay," Autsin cut in, his voice muffled as he was lying on the table top, his arms cushioning him. "You can always come back to life and haunt him."

Trish laughed but the corner of Tasha's mouth twitched in agitation. "Aargh!"

What a way to spend the first morning after Spring Break, hey? I mean, there's Trish, Tasha and Ross doing last minute unfinished homework, Austin slightly hungover from the night before. And me, supposed to be attending my vocal classes with a sore throat.

Dez... Dez for once might actually be having a normal moment among us. He's just sitting there, sipping his coffee and muttering to himself in a weird voice. Okay... maybe he's not the normal one.

The bell rang, and Tasha all but fainted. "What are we going to do now? What are we going to do? I can't fail this class. This is the last time I'm teaming up with you, Trish."

"Hey!"

I smiled to myself as I grabbed my messenger bag and put away my things. Then, I flicked Austin on the ear. He shout up, "Ow!"

"School's starting," I said, my voice coming out hoarser than a Billy goat's. I winced and rubbed my throat. Austin exhaled and slipped on his shades, coving his bloodshot eyes before digging in his bag ffor some lozenges. I took them gratefully.

"Guys!" someone yelled from behind us, "guys! Sorry I'm late!" Ross was panting by the time he reached us, and his face was flushed. Tasha let out a relieved sigh before starting to scold him for being so late.

"Where were you? We haven't even gone through the first scene once and Trish still doesn't know her words and Dez can't speak in the right accent and... and... and if we fail I'm killing you!" she screamed, jabbing his chest with her forefinger.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry!" he said, pulling Tasha into an embrace. "I was helping Logan. She slipped and fell and twisted her ankle so she's not coming to class today."

Tasha relented and hugged him back, "Okay. Is she going to be alright?" Ross nodded.

"Al-ly can we go now?" Austin whined, "We're going to be so late for our class."

"Sorry," I said to him, "bye guys!" I grimaced and put a hand to my throat.

I have got to stop talking.

Ross' POV
I locked the door to my room before trudging down the hallways to get to class. Spring Break was over and it was finally time for school. I can't help the smile that graces my lips when I think of how I spent Spring Break.

I spent every waking minute with Tasha. Well, now that I think about it, I guess every sleeping minute, too.

Flashback
I stopped just outside of Tasha's dorm room to check that my hair was still intact. I didn't want to look like I'd just sprinted all the way here from my room to avoid being late, because I did. Tonight it was Tasha's turn to choose the date, and she'd told me to come in my pajamas.

A weird request... yes. And then, and this is going to sound so lame, but I spent a while looking for something to substitute my Spiderman pj's. Yeah, somehow I knew she'd just spend the night laughing at me. Not cool. So I just decided to wear sweatpants and a shirt.

Once satisfied that my hair is looking good, I knocked on her door. Tasha opened the door, greeting me with a quick peck on the cheek. But that's not what took my breath away. It was the fact that she was clad in an extremely short dress that revealed certain curves I didn't realise she had. I gulped and smiled a little.

"Hi," I choked out. Tasha laughed and dragged me into the room, closing the door behind us.

"So, uh, where's your roommate?" I asked. Tasha shrugged, sitting on her bed.

"She went home, I think," Tasha responded. I sat next to her, "So what movie are we watching?" I asked. Tasha held up three DVD cases, "I can't decide. There's The Lucky One."

"Ugh," I groaned, taking it away from her, "No."

"Okay fine," she pouted, "The Hunger Games?"

"Uh... maybe not."

"Why?"

"Because I've already read the books and I already know what's going to happen."

Tasha huffed and picked up another DVD, "How about Life Of Pi?"

"How about The Avengers?"

"Aw come on. You know superheroes bore me to death."

"So why did you ask to go with me to watch The Amazing Spiderman?"

"Because Andrew Garfield-"

"Because you like Andrew Garfeild?" I interrupted, sending her a pointed glance. She rolled her eyes, but did nothing to hide the blush that had surfaced on her cheeks.

"No. Because he portrays the character better."

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes, "sure."

"Okay, okay let's watch The Hobbit,." She said, brushing me off and running to go put in the DVD."

"What if I don't want to watch it?"

"Oh please Ross, it's not like you're going to be paying attention to it anyway!" she said, brushing away her blonde bangs. I suddenly grinned, thinking of the endless distractions that were now available to me.

In the end... let's just say that neither of us watched the movie but ended up with bruised lips.

Yep. Best way to start the break.
End Flashback

I guess I would have continued on my way to meet up with the others if I hadn't heard the scream, loud and shrill, piercing my ears from a distance. I turned in the opposite direction and broke into a run, pumping my legs to go faster and faster. At the end of the hallway, at the bottom of the stairs, sat a girl with her fingers clutched at her ankle, screaming in pain. Her head was down, but the moment I saw the blue highlights and purple sweatshirt, I just knew it was Logan.

Panicking at the sight of my wounded friend, I clamoured down the stairs, crouching before her.

"Logan... Logan, are you okay?" I asked, putting a hand to her shoulder.

Logan looked up, her face twisted in pain, "I, uh, think I twisted my ankle," she hissed through clenched teeth. I nodded and helped her up, "You need help."

"No shit, Sherlock," she muttered, which made me roll my eyes.

"Uh huh... usually the damsel in distress thanks the brave knight graciously."

"What, with a used snot rag or my hand in marriage." We both shuddered at that.

"Eh, I'd rather just take nothing in return."

"Good choice."

Sorry it ended so abruptly. At least the chapter's up. I don't own anything you recognised... apart from my Oc's... I guess that was an obvious one... eh...Please review?

Sammie