I'm back! Sorry. This chapter is a bit shorter than the rest. I kind of needed a filler chapter thatexplained some things. So here it is! And guess what? I finished editing my entire story just now! I can't wait for ya'll to read it! Hopefully you'll like it too!

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Ally packed her stuff. Her trip had been cut short by her dad's request to come home immediately. She sighed as she recounted the night before. Ally grunted as realization dawned on her. Hadn't even started with what I came to New York for! Ally sighed. She folded another shirt as Trish knocked quietly on the door.

"Come in," Ally said over her shoulder. Trish walked up to her friend and sighed as she glanced around the room. Ally had only been staying for three nights so far, but already the room felt empty again. Trish rubbed Ally's back comfortingly as she packed the last of her clothes.

Trish stayed silent as she watched Ally pack up the rest of her belongings. Most of them weren't even out of the suitcase yet. Ally grunted when she tripped on a pile of books she left on the ground for reading.

"How did you sleep last night?" Trish asked sympathetically, finally speaking up. After hearing that her childhood was going to be evicted, heck, who could sleep? Ally sighed sadly and nodded.

"Wasn't too bad. Though, I can't imagine going home, but not going home at the same time, ya know?" Ally shook her head. She wasn't even all caught up with Trish yet and now she was leaving again. She spoke what was on her mind.

"We haven't even caught up yet!" Ally exclaimed, frustrated. Ally zipped the last pocket of her suitcase furiously before grabbing her carry on. She stuffed her belongings in before she came to her book. It was left wide open with a pencil to mark the page. She had been writing in it yesterday when she couldn't sleep.

There I was again tonight.
Forcing laughter, faking smiles.

Ally had written exactly what she felt that night. She felt confident that this would be another song she could finish. Ally had a bunch of ideas written down, and all in line, ready to be made into lyrics. It was just that this specific idea was speaking loud and clear to her. It was also fresh in her mind as well.

She sighed as she removed her perfectly sharpened, HB pencil. Ally closed her book and clutched it to her heart tightly. She slipped the precious leather into her carry-on. Trish just watched as Ally was just, somewhere else.

"Hey, maybe we should get some ice cream before heading to the airport?" Trish asked hopefully. "There's still time. I mean, your flight doesn't leave until half-past four." Ally smiled as Trish attempted to lighten her heavy heart.

"Thanks Trish," she hugged her long-time bestfriend. The two girls held each other's embrace before Ally said a final goodbye to Trish's apartment.

...

Splat!

Austin abruptly sat up as he fell, face first, into his pancake breakfast. The syrup damped his hair as he wiped away the sticky substance from his face slowly. Austin turned to Dez who had his mouth full of pancakes, smiling as he enjoyed his meal.

Austin grumbled. "Pass the syrup," was all he said. Dez handed him the small bottle of rich brown liquid. Austin poured it all over his stack of pancakes again as he began to repeat the same mistake he made the first time.

Austin clutched her little body tightly as she stepped in for a hug. They were strangers, of course, but it felt like a lifetime ago that they had just said hello.

Austin dubbed his nose in her hair, smelling the sweet fragrance of her shampoo. It smelled like maple syrup. The kind you put on a good pile of pancakes. Ally shifted slightly in his arms, and then pulled away all together. And he just stood there, watching her every move.

"Goodbye," Ally said in a hushed voice, like a whisper, as Trish pulled her away. Austin kept his eyes locked on hers as she finally looked away. The lingering scent of Ally was all around him, even on his clothes.

Austin recounted how when they talked together, her smile was the only thing brighter than the lights. Her smile lit made the whole room a lot better. Austin shook his head, stuffing his hands in his pocket as he walked back to Dez, who gave him a sympathetic look.

Ally, Ally, Ally...

Dez caught him this time before he went splat into the pancakes again. Dez sighed. He turned and looked at Austin right in the eye.

"If you're not going to eat them, I will." He told Austin. Austin shook his head, mortified of giving up his delicious pancakes. Dez could clearly see the glazed look in Austin's tired eyes. It had been four days since they went to Jackson Lowe's concert.

He had been blaming his tiredness and restlessness on his 'post-concert high.' Though, every time he used the excuse, it seemed less convincing. Even Carrie was beginning to concern over his health.

Dez had dragged Austin to get Lowe's autograph that night, but Austin hadn't cooperated. Dez had finally smacked him on the side of the head and they got a photo with Jackson. Jackson seemed surprised that Austin wasn't genuinely happy to see him. Lowe almost seemed offended that a fan would even ignore him.

The redhead finally came to his senses and spoke up.

"Tell The Love Whisperer," Dez scrunched up his face and whispered over his shoulder, "What's wrong." Austin's mouth was just beginning to chew his glorious pancakes when he dropped his fork over Dez's words.

"What do you mean 'Tell The Love Whisperer,'" Austin copied his action, "What's wrong?" Austin demanded. How had Dez known that Austin spent his waking - and maybe his dreaming - hours to think about what happened that night?

Dez chuckled and looked Austin in his syrup coloured eyes. "Austin, the way you looked and talked to Ally that night. It was sooooooooo," Dez stretched out the word for emphasis, "Obvious," he concluded. "You look like you were in love with her." Dez finally caught his attention. Dez made his flying-hand-bird gesture towards his face.

Austin snapped his head to look at his bestfriend.

"Ah, love at first sight!" Dez smiled happily at the cheesy ol' remark. He grinned at Austin and continued to eat his slightly less atrocious pancakes.

Austin chewed on the revelation as he chewed on his pancake. It all added up and smacked him right in the head.

"Man, she was just so... A-and I was so... And you and Trish I mean WOW, when did you come up with that choreography?" Austin stuttered his way out of his sentence when Dez patted him reassuringly on the back.

Austin nodded, even thought Dez didn't say anything. Dez smirked as if he knew something that he wasn't supposed to.

"You should text her."

"What? No! I mean, I don't even have her number!" He lied. Dez snorted.

"Sure you don't," he winked at Austin. Dez picked up his empty plate and walked off to his room. He started singing a Lowe song and Austin grumbled.

Maybe that was how his 'Little Dezzy' had a girlfriend.

Austin quickly finished his pancakes and washed up before taking out his phone. Ally had left so abruptly that night that he never got to ask why. He quickly found her number near the top of his contacts list.

A for Ally right?

More like A for asshead Austin.

He quickly thought out what he was going to send her, and then he did. Breathing slowly, he moved his fingers over the screen of his phone. He tensed and held in his breath as he hit the send button.

Hi.

Austin let out the breath he was holding dramatically. That wasn't too sudden or too much right? Austin sat on the couch, staring at his phone while he tapped his foot on the floor. What am I thinking? She's probably busy doing something else. Maybe with her boyfr-

Hi. Who is this?

Austin's heart skipped a beat. He quickly replied, gaining some confidence. He smiled as he texted her.

Hi. This is Austin. From you know, the other night.

Oh hi Austin. Did Dez give you my number?

Austin chucked to himself as he replied to Ally's text.

Something like that.

Hey, he wasn't going to say I overheard you giving it to Dez so I creepily copied it down because I really like you.

Nuh-uh. Not today. Austin returned his eyes to his phone.

So, how are you Austin?

Gosh, texting was so easy since he wasn't intimidated by her sparkling brown eyes. He imagined her saying How are you Austin? with a smile.

He pouted like a kicked puppy at the thought.

I've kind of been occupied with... stuff.

Austin hoped that he didn't give too much away.

Yeah me too. Just finished helping my dad move out the boxes of instruments from our store. We've been evicted.

Austin nodded sadly as he read Ally's text. Why did all the great stores have to have new managers who changes and ruins everything? Austin ran a hand through his blonde hair, only to find it clumped by syrup at the front. Grunting, he wiped his hands on his faded pyjama pants before replying.

So, are you going to move somewhere else in New York?

He'd hope to find the location cryptically so he could maybe drop by sometimes and, uh, shop for instruments.

Totally.

Austin found out that his hand got stuck on the screen of his phone. He grunted and wiped off the syrup, walking into the kitchen to wash his hands properly.

Oh no! My dad's store is in Miami. We're probably gonna stay in this area though. I don't know yet.

Austin's stomach dropped.

Miami? Ally was in Miami? All this time, he had thought she was still in New York, maybe a few blocks from here. He was going to ask her out on a date if this texting thing went well.

Oh. Well. Hope that goes well. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later hopefully?

Austin was a little caught up in his own thoughts to keep on texting Ally. He wanted to go lie down, maybe, play some guitar to get his mind off of things. He was about to shut his phone off when Ally texted him back.

Definitely.

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