"Come on slowpoke, we're almost there!" I turned around and started walking backwards. Austin was walking sooooo slowly. He was walking in a really weird fashion, and he earned many curious stares as he walked back from the car to the Sonic Boom, which was the music store my family owned.

Okay, so maybe it's my fault that Austin was walking like a penguin. I may or may not have pushed Saoirse away and there may or may not have been a screaming match among the three of us and Saoirse may or may not have gotten fired and I may or may not have kicked Austin in the balls by "accident."

In life, we often do things we regret. This wasn't one of those things. It was pretty darn hilarious to see Austin walking down the streets of Miami like a penguin. I could've sworn I saw Laura Marano, his celebrity crush, laughing at him.

Revenge sure is sweet. I made sure not to kick him too hard though, I still want his babies. But if I really do leave him impotent, I guess we'll have to turn to adoption. Maybe we could adopt a kid from China, it'd be great to have a doctor or a lawyer in the Moon family… Let's just hope our child doesn't make some crappy dance video and start dancing like there are mice running up his/her pants and put it up on Youtube (though Psy did make shitloads of money from Gangnam Style).

Well, I digress.

Austin limped to the piano bench with the half-ounce of energy he had left and slumped onto the piano. Weakling.

"Austin, c'mon, we have to write a song for your EP!" I reminded, poking his shoulder repeatedly with my index finger. Austin and I recently formed a partnership – he can sing and dance (really well, Gangnam dude's got nothin' on my broman) and I can write really awesome songs (his words, not mine… I swear), so we decided to team up! We're currently working on a five-track EP for Austin and hopefully that'll get us somewhere.

"Five more minutes, mommy," he groaned, swatting me away with his hand. I rolled my eyes. Momma's boy.

I leaned in to kiss his cheek and went upstairs to my private practice room to start working on the song.

Okay, this is so not working! I'm down with a serious bout of writers' block – sure, I've written 15 songs in the past hour and they were all pretty good, but that was the problem. They were all songs that had already been written, published, sold and made famous! The last song I wrote was titled "Boyfriend" but apparently some Justin Bubble dude already sang it! Thank goodness I google every song I write to ensure that I didn't coincidentally steal anything or we'd be slapped with a huge lawsuit.

Before "Boyfriend", I wrote "Titanium" but someone else 'stole' it too. Oh come on, I thought my titanium metaphor was pretty cool and original!

"When the daylight comes I'll have to go," I sang and played the chords on my two-decade old piano, "But tonight I'm gonna hold you so close."

Dang, that's a good one. Oh Ally Dawson, are you sure you aren't the reincarnation of John Lennon? Because you are a GENIUS!

"That's "Daylight" by Maroon 5," Austin said with an amused smirk on his face while he read 'Fifty Shades Darker' on the couch.

Okay, that is just not fair. Adam Levine's hot and all but right at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to stab him with a sharpened carrot.

"Pfft, I so knew that," I retorted. Good one, Ally! "I was just testing your knowledge on pop music. Well done, here's your A+!"

Okay maybe I tried too hard. Hey, it's not my fault that I'm as big of a genius as the songwriters of Top 40 songs are! Great minds think alike. But then again, fools seldom differ.

My BFF walked over to me and sat next to me on the piano bench. "Well, let me show you how DJ A-Moon does it," he leaned forward and whispered against my ear.

If sexy husky voices could kill, I would've died there and then and gone to Cloud 99 because that was just downright sexy. I felt myself shiver and before I could respond, that jerk pulled away and started playing some chord progressions on the keyboard.

"I think about you every morning when I open my eyes," he sang, his melodic voice seamlessly flowing out of his mouth, "I think about you every evening when I turn out the lights."

I closed my eyes and smiled. Those words were so sweet and mushy! Who knew Austin Monica Moon the Player actually had a romantic side?

"So waddaya think? I've been working on that for a while now," he said sheepishly with a pink blush creeping up onto his cheeks.

"I love it," I whispered, turning my head towards him and smiling at him. His eyes met mine and he smiled as we gazed into each other's eyes. "I think about you every moment, every day of my life, you're on my mind all the time, it's true," I sang, continuing his song. All the words just came to me naturally as I looked into the depths of his soul through his eyes because that was exactly how I felt about him.

He smiled and jotted the lyrics and chord progressions down on my songbook. Austin is the only person who's allowed to touch my sacred songbook (apart from myself, of course). But even then, he's only allowed to touch the pages with the songs. My book's categorized into two sections – my personal diary and my songs. If he read my diary, I'd probably become an ostrich and bury my head into a hole or just bury myself in a hole because almost all of it was about Austin and how much I loved him.

"Who's this song about?" I asked.

He looked surprised that I was asking him that question and at that moment, there was a look in his eyes that I couldn't identify. I've seen that look several times before but I've never understood what it meant. That was good though, it'd be downright creepy if I knew every single thing about him. I like a good mystery.

He scratched his head. "This… girl I met… in summer camp," he finally said.

Control yourself, A-dawg. I wanted to clench my fists so hard they turned white but I couldn't. Austin was finally developing a crush on someone and I, as his best-est friend in the world, should be happy for him. He's never had any sort of romantic feelings for a girl before (apart from Laura Marano but she doesn't even know he's alive) and this is a huge deal for him.

"Aww, little Austie has a crush!" I said pinching his cheeks as if he were a chubby little toddler and smiling as hard as I could. I couldn't wait for him to leave so that I could let my tears fall free.

His boyish face turned red as he punched my shoulders lightly.

"Alright, let's see how we can fit that into this song," I said, getting back to business.

"Last summer we met, we started as friends, I can't tell you how it all happened," I sang while playing the piano.

"Perfect," Austin said. "I think it'd sound better if we played it on the acoustic guitar though. It'd be just like serenading a girl. Girls love to buy that kind of music."

I nodded my head. "Bring your guitar along tomorrow and we'll finish the song. Mine's currently with Dez." Dez was a friend of ours. He was rather eccentric but we love him anyway. He's really talented in filming so he's our video director. Trish and Adam are both Austin's managers – yep, Austin can be quite a handful!

"Seeya later, Ally-gator," Austin said and waved as he walked out of the practice room. I closed the door after him and locked it before opening the water-gates which allowed my tears to flow like the Niagara Falls.