Standard disclaimers apply. Yadda yadda yadda. This story will end soon. I don't know how soon. I'm just having a really, really bad writers block and I have no idea on how I'm going to end this story. (Jokes on you, I actually do. Truth is I don't know how I'm going to write the sequences to get to the ending)

Okay to be honest this story isn't going the way I've planned it to go, so for sure after this story I'm going to rewrite it in 3rd POV or whatever POV I wrote with in Troubled Teens because frankly that's what I'm used to and I'm more comfortable with it. So if you're disappointed with this story I'm sorry I just can't do 1st POV to where I'm satisfied. I won't delete this story, but I'm still not sure because if I do then you guys are going to know the ending and this story won't be that extravagant :/

To all you writers who write in 1st POV I have so much respect for all of you guys I don't understand how you can do it. Expect me to write back in 3rd POV in any upcoming stories or one shots that I'll be writing by myself. (keyword, myself ;)

If you were wondering, I do read all the reviews. What I can say is that if you do relate to Ally from the previous three chapters, I don't know how to help you. I'm here to talk though, so PM me or something and we can talk about it :)

Chapter 4

"No bro that's not how it goes." I exclaimed to Dez over the cafeteria table. "You gotta put the red before the green." He waved his hands in a weird spaghetti way in the air. Kind of how Ally does her Ally dance, except slightly worse. Slightly.

"No Austin its blue, purple, green, red! I've even read the cheats online. It says so right here!" He pointed to his phone screen, emphasizing his point to get it across. I huffed in annoyance. Currently, Dez was playing this game that we used to play on the computer all the time when we were younger. Dez and I were so addicted to this game we won all the in-game awards that can be achieved, and really, I'm the one who got all ten awards. But the game's popularity got increasingly popular that they decided to make it into an app, and currently, Dez got a memory blank and he does't know how to complete the level. Trish threw her hands down, making me and Dez jump in our seats.

"Okay no offence or anything Austin," Trish said, unscrewing the cap from her water bottle, "you have like no spare time so there's no way that you've played that game, and have beaten it." Ally piped in.

"Actually, if I'm not mistaken," she began, taking the phone from Dezs' grasp, "I'm pretty sure that this is the game that him and Austin used to play when they were little. And if I remember correctly, Dez said that he would be feeding Austin while he was playing this game so that they could win all the trophies quicker. So really, I think that you should listen to Austin because I'm pretty sure he knows what he's doing." Ally handed back the phone to Dez. I smirked.

"Dez," I said calmly, composing myself, "I swear, the password to unlock the volt is blue, purple, red and then green." Dez scoffed.

"Austin," he responded, imitating my posture, "I swear on my pet kangaroo that it's blue, purple, green and red."

"You wanna bet?" I stuck my hand out for a handshake. "10 bucks and a ride wherever I want for the whole week."

"Change it to buying you lunch for the whole week." Trish suggested. "You already have a car, there's no point of that." I nodded.

"True. 10 bucks and you buy me food anytime between 12 and 4 because you're going to be wrong and I always eat at school and at the mall after school. So technically I eat two lunches."

"Deal." We shook hands. I turned my attention towards the pretty little brunette beside me.

"Hey Alls," She looked up from the salad that she was currently eating. Actually, now that I think about it, she's been eating salads for a long time now. I don't have anything against salads, but either I'm hallucinating or the portion sizes were getting smaller and smaller each day. Before, there would be pieces of grilled chicken breast, but now all I see are leaves, no croutons, and I'm pretty sure there isn't any dressing. Huh. I could've sworn she told me she hates eating a dry salad. "Um, do you wanna hang out tonight?" She shook her head.

"I can't Austin, I'm sorry." I shrugged.

"Nah it's fine. What about tomorrow night? Just the two of us." It was her turn to shrug.

"Maybe." She closed her container. "I gotta run, I need to get to class early, but we'll talk about it after school, yeah?" She leaned down to peck my cheek. "See ya." I looked at Dez, who was giving me that "What the fuck" look back at me. Right when I was going to say something, I heard a chair squeak from beside me.

"Yeah guys I think I'm going to be heading out to my locker now too." Trish took her lunch with her. "See ya later." She walked towards the exit of the cafeteria.

"What the heck was that about?" Dez asked. I shrugged, that gnawing feeling coming back to my stomach.

"I don't know. But I feel like its something bad." I took out my phone, sending a text to Trish. "It's time for a Team Austin and Ally meeting. Without Ally."

"Okay Trish." I said, Dez and I standing next to each other, blocking the door to leave the practice room. It was after school, and considering Ally never showed up to my locker after school, and that she wasn't at her locker either, we, and in Dez and I, knew something was up. So now, thirty minutes later, we're trying to grill out the information from Trish.

"What, is up, with Ally?" Dez glared at Trish and surprisingly didn't break the stare after she glared back. She quirked her eyebrows.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Dez and I scoffed in response.

"Okay Trish, enough with the games." I took a step towards her. "Now tell us, what is wrong with Ally."

"Why don't you ask her genius?" She counted. "After all, you are her boyfriend."

"Who is getting pushed away!" I said, running my hand through my hair. "I've tried so hard to spend time with her for the past few days, but all she said was 'No, sorry Austin I'm busy tonight.' or even if we would plan to meet up, she wouldn't even show up!" Dez piped in.

"And we both know Ally isn't one to cheat on people -,"

"And she wouldn't be skipping times to hang out with us unless she told us in advance, " I continued from Dez,

"So what's up with Ally?!" We finished at the same time.

"I think she's depressed!" Trish shouted.

"What?" I felt my voice crack. "I don't understand." She sighed.

"Today, after lunch when I left the cafeteria I was going to ask Ally if I could borrow her Bio homework. So I ran up to catch her at her locker, which I did. But then she told me she was in a rush so she just left her locker open and she told me to close it after I got her homework." Trish reached inside her backpack. "So I pulled out her Bio textbook and I saw this." She handed us a piece of paper.

Hey marshmallow. Did you go on a diet yet? Last time I checked you still broke the scale.

"Well it's not her fault she has high metabolism!" I retorted. "It's not a crime either!"

"You can't just assume that she's in depression too, Trish." Dez said, taking the piece of paper from my hands. "It's a sensitive topic and its a real thing that shouldn't be taken lightly."

"Yeah I get that bozo." Trish replied. "But I'm going to help her in any way that I can. Because that's what friends do."

"But what if she doesn't want your help? Why don't you want to wait until she asks for help?" I nodded along with Dez.

"What happens if shes too scared to get help!" She screamed. "What if at this moment, right now, she's thinking about killing herself! What if we're too late!"

"From a single note?!" Dez shouted back at her. "You can't just assume things from a single note!"

"I agree with both of you guys." I said, calmly. "I agree with Dez, that we shouldn't just assume the worst, but I also agree with Trish. What if she's really depressed and she's actually thinking about ending her life because her life is already painful?" He sighed.

"Okay, what about this. We'll observe Ally, and slowly ask her about, erm, this topic, indirectly of course. And if we know that maybe, she really is depressed, we can reach out to her?" Trish nodded.

"Is this really going to work?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"We're just going to have to hope for the best."

Stay Rydelicious!

-MJ (and I'll try to update as fast as I can because next chapter will be Ally's POV)