New story! I hope you like it! Laura, would you like to do the honors?

Laura: Of course! Kenzie doesn't own Austin & Ally nor most of the songs she uses... except that weird one at the beginning.

Me: Hey! I was just putting random stuff!

Laura: Suuure you were. Anyway, here's the story!

Ally's POV:

I didn't really want to. All week, I've been trying to act sick and pretend to have fatal diseases. I even told my dad that there was a deadly virus going around River Dale. He didn't believe any of my stories and said I had to go.

Come to River Dale, he said. It'll be fun, he said. Well, I didn't believe it would be fun at all.

Today we're visiting to visit the Moons. They've been our life long family friends. It's been a few years since we've seen them and I've missed my best friend, Austin Moon. We used to do everything together. We were inseparable… until we were separated. My mom, my dad, and I moved to Miami, Florida. We used to be neighbors and Austin would come over and wake me up every morning. But ever since my mom died, I've been in a rut and my dad thought it'd be nice to see my old best friend.

At first, I wasn't up to the idea because I was expecting to spend the summer with my best friend, Trish. She was the first one to actually befriend me when we moved to Miami and she introduced me to all of her friends. But I guess we can spend next summer together. Suddenly, I think of some lyrics, reach into my bag in the backseat and pull out my songbook.

We're separated for now, my friend

But there's always next summer to spend

Together. I miss you for now

And we're gonna have a cow

Wait a minute. Did I just say we're going to have a cow? I quickly scratch that line out and try to think of things that rhyme with now. Bow, how, pow, vow, wow…

I'll think of something. Trish will be happy that I was thinking about her and that she inspired a song.

Oh my gosh. What if Austin thinks I'm weird for being kind of a band geek? I love to play instruments now and when we played instruments as kids, we weren't any good and it was just for fun. I never thought about that. Oh, well. I take out my iPod.

"Wake me when we get there," I tell my dad. I put in my earphones in and fall asleep.

"Ally… Ally, honey wake up," I hear my dad say. I open my eyes and see the Moons' house about a yard away from the car. I blink my eyes and we walk up to the door. Dad rings the doorbell and a beautiful woman with dirty blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes opens the door seconds later. She is also very tall. Hey, it's Mrs. Moon!

"Lester!" she exclaims.

"Mimi!" he exclaims. They embrace and then Mrs. Moon looks at me.

"Ally, look how… much more beautiful you've gotten!" I know what she wanted to say. She wanted to say 'Look how big you've gotten'. But I haven't gotten big. I'm still very short, about five foot three.

"I don't even begin to compare to you, Mrs. Moon," I say to her.

"Oh, stop it!" she tells me smiling. "And call me Mimi! We're practically family!"

"Okay, Mimi," I say jokingly and we both laugh.

"Oh, come in. Come in!" she says moving out of the way to let us in.

"We need to get our bags," my dad tells her. We walk to the car and Dad grabs all three of his bags. I grab my two bags and we walk inside.

"Austin! The Dawsons are here!" she yells. No answer. "Oh, him. He's always in that room of his. Follow me," Mimi tells us. I see glass china everywhere on the ground floor. Maybe there's less glass that I could possibly break upstairs. We walk up the stairs (there's still a lot of glass up here; oh no), down the hall and stop at the second door on the right.

"Ally, this is your room." She opens the door for me and I walk inside. She leaves to show my dad his room. Luckily, there's no glass in here. The walls are a dark shade of lavender and there's a canopy bed in the middle of the room. I've always wanted a canopy bed. I walk over to it, drop my bags on the ground and flop down onto the bed. Minutes later, Mimi knocks on my door.

"Come in," I say. She comes in and tells me I'm free to explore the house.

I'm happy to hear this because I want to find Austin. I smile at her and she leaves. I slide off of the bed and walk out my door. I turn to the right and continue down the hall until I hear… music. An electric guitar, in fact. It was really good, too. It might be Austin. Maybe he's into music now, too! I was going to knock on the door but suddenly the music stops and I hear footsteps coming toward the door. I run to my room and take out my songbook.

I flip to a random page and read over what I've written.


That's the only thing I've written on the whole page.

"Oh, Dallas," I sigh. All of a sudden, my door opens and standing there is a very, very attractive boy with dirty blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes.

Austin. He's very different from what I remember. He's grown out of his childish face and his messy hair now hangs in his eyes. I hoped my mouth wasn't hanging open too much. But he didn't seem to care about his mouth because it was pretty wide open, too.

"You never were one to knock, were you?" I tease finally breaking the silence. He blinks at me before he realizes what I said. He takes a step back and knocks on the door.

"Who is it?" I ask.

"It's Austy," he tells me. That's what I used to call him when we were kids. He would never let anyone but me call him that.

"Hm… Come in," I finally say. He takes a step forward.

"Dinner should be ready soon," he says.

"Okay," I say giving him a small smile.

"What's that?" he asks pointing at my book. He walks over to my bed and sits down.

"First, you have to tell me something," I say to him.

"What do you wanna know?" he asks stretching out at my feet.

"Was that you playing the electric guitar?" I ask. He nods and shrugs his shoulders.

"Oh… you're pretty good," I tell him.

"Pretty good?" he asks. Oh no. Here comes his cocky alter-ego that sometimes used to appear.

"I think I'm pretty awesome," he tells me. I roll my eyes.

"Now answer my question," he says laughing.

"It's my songbook/diary," I tell him.

"Ooh," he says sitting up and extending his arms. "Lemme see, lemme see!" I shut my book and hold it close to my chest.

"No. I don't let anybody touch this book. Not even my dad or my best friend, Trish," I tell him.

"Oh… so what you're saying is… I've been replaced by this Trish person, huh?" he asks.

"Please. I bet you have a new best friend, too," I say.

"That's where you're right," he says. "Dez."

"Dez? What kind of name is Dez?" I ask.

"Well, his real name is Dezmond but we call him Dez," he explains. I shake my head.

"That's still a weird name," I say. He shrugs.

"So…" I say. "You're into music now, huh?"

"Yep. I can play almost anything. I can even play that thing with the weird name from Australia!" he brags.

"You mean the didgeridoo?" I ask.

"I guess." He shrugs. "I don't have one of those in my room yet, though."

"What kinds do you have?" I ask.

"You name it," he tells me.

"Bazantar," I say simply.

"What did you just call me?" he asks. I smirk.

"It's an instrument, silly," I tell him.

"Oh, well don't name it then because you know more instruments than I do," he says chuckling.

"Obviously," I say to him.

"Hey, it's not polite to brag," he says.

"No, I own a music store now. Well, my dad does," I explain.

"Really?!" he asks excitedly. I nod.

"Maybe I should come down to Miami next summer and try out some of those instruments," he says.

"You wanna see my room?" he asks.

"Sure," I say. I put my songbook on the bed and follow him to his room. He has a lot of instruments in here. Almost as many that are on display at Sonic Boom.

"Wow" slips out of my mouth.

"Impressed?" he asks. I nod. This is a very extensive collection for someone who doesn't own a music store. I look around and see an instrument the music store doesn't have. I can't help but gasp.

"Is this a Theremin?" I ask breathlessly.

"Yeah, why?" he asks.

"Do you realize how rare these things are?" I ask.

"Nope," he says. I roll my eyes.

"D-do you mind if I…?" I ask gesturing to the Theremin. He understands what I'm asking.

"Sure, go ahead," he tells me. I wave my hand above it and it lets out a beautiful noise. I let out a happy sigh.

"It's beautiful. It's a beautiful instrument," I say breathlessly.

"Dinner is probably ready. Come on," he says taking my hand. I feel a spark in my hand.

"Ow, you shocked me (1)," I tell him.

"My bad." We walk into the dining room and the first thing I smell is steak and potatoes but when Mimi starts to bring out the food, I see that there is much more food. Austin pulls out a chair and I sit down in it. He sits down beside me.

Austin leans over and whispers, "She went all out for you and your dad. Usually we just have small stuff like ribs, chicken, and/or lobster and a special dessert Mom makes. It's different every night. Whatever it is, it's always good."

"Where's your dad?" I ask.

"He comes home from work late all the time," he tells me.


"Where's your mo—?" He stops himself. "Oh, yeah… I forgot. I'm sorry," he tells me. I don't answer and stare at the ground.

"Would you, um... would you excuse me?" I ask. I stand up and walk to my room. I pick up my songbook and sing as I write down the lyrics that come to my head.

You used to call me your angel

Said I was sent straight down from heaven

You'd hold me close in your arms

I loved the way you felt so strong

I never wanted you to leave

I wanted you to stay here

Holding me

I miss you…

I miss your smile…

And I still shed a tear

Every once in a while

Even though it's different now

You're still here somehow

My heart won't let you go

And I need you to know:

I miss you

Sha, la, la, la, la

I miss you

I don't realize I'm crying until I sing the last note of the part. I wipe my eyes and look around. The window has curtains that match the lavender walls. The canopy of the bed is more of a dark purple than lavender. Maybe the place they got it from was out of lavender. The bedspread and pillow cases were also dark purple. Maybe to match the canopy. Or maybe the canopy is there to match the bed? Who knows?

I look to the opposite side of the room. Oh, no. The door is open.

Anyone could've heard me! Why did I leave the door open?!

Okay so there's the first chapter of my new story. Hope you liked it! I know I kind of messed up at the beginning. R&R please!

The song in this chapter was I Miss You by Miley Cyrus.

1. Silly, naive Ally. Do any of you understand this?

I'm not a big fan of Miley Cyrus but it fit with the story so yeah. Anyway, I've always wanted to do that kind of disclaimer! I'll probably do that in all of my stories from now on... maybe... Review!

Love, Kenzie