I am going to answer some questions that have been frequently asked about my stories, either through the reviews or private messages

[The Stars Shine For You]

Question: Does Ally still have hair?

Answer: Yes, Ally still has her hair. You will be informed when Ally loses her hair through the chapter that it occurs.

[Wild Thing]

Question: Is Ally a "Bad Ass" in all of your stories?

Answer: No. She is not. The only stories I have written that Ally has been considered a "Bad Ass" is Untouchable and Wild Thing.

[Wild Thing & Untouchable]

Question: Why did you make Ally so opposite from her original personality?

Answer: Ally is known for her sweet, delicate, and angelic traits. I wanted to challenge myself in her character and I guess everyone has considered Austin the "Bad Boy", I wanted to switch roles and see how it would look if Ally were to be the bad one. It was simply just an idea that popped into my head.

Question/Plea: Can you please consider making your chapters longer?

Answer: I am extremely happy that my writing pleases you and you want more of it. It's a great feeling, really. Although, it does happen to take me a while to write these chapters, short or long, because in my writing I happen to be a perfectionist and I actually rewrite the chapters, most times more than once. It takes me a while to write out each chapter, generally it takes me 1 hour - 3 hours to write out a chapter depending on how many pages I've written. I'm more than happy to write longer chapters, but please acknowledge that it does take me some time to write these chapters and if you are expecting a longer chapter, it may take me longer to update. (But I wouldn't worry too much about that.)

Question: Would you be willing to co-write a story with me?

Answer: Unfortunately, I do not co-write my work. To be honest, I am often writing poetry and music, creating my own little stories in my head and jotting them down, thus resulting in the fact that I do not co-write anything due to not being available or reliable. I am also not all that interested in writing with anybody else, because my mind swims with different ideas as I start writing the story and it'll just be a big mess otherwise!

[Total Random Question I Had Been Asked]

Question: Who is your favourite character on Austin and Ally?

Answer: Ally Dawson is my favourite character. She is my favourite character, because firstly, I think she's funny and cute, and secondly, I don't care that she's a fictional character, I feel like I look up to her (despite her kind of being 'not-real'.) I actually have crippling social anxiety and social anxiety links into the fact that I am VERY afraid of speaking in front of crowds, so yes, I do have stage fright. This affects me in a large way because I want to be a spoken word poet. A spoken word poet is just what it sounds like: it is someone who performs their poetry in front of an audience, my biggest dream, but I often feel like I can't do it because of my stage fright which sucks. But Ally got over it and I hope that I will, too. (Maybe I'll just find me an Austin Moon!)

A Thank You Note: I wanted to say thank you to everybody who has reviewed my stuff (including the ones who have favourited and followed my work). I find it very odd that people actually like my work, I wasn't expecting that, so thank you very much. Thank you for the very beautiful and kind comments and notes that you make about my writing. I just so happen to be an aspiring writer who dreams of becoming an author and a famous poet, when you guys make those very lovely remarks about my work and my writing, it lifts up my spirit and has me believing that there is a chance I can make it. Thank you so much!

Ok. Now...The story...!

"I'm really glad you're feeling better now," Trish said, sitting down next to Ally on the floor. It had been three weeks since Ally got out of the hospital. Ally was surprised that Dez and Trish hadn't gotten mad that Ally hadn't told them about her getting so ill. It had also seemed that Ally had a fever after every treatment, Ally was starting to wonder if it was ever really that big of a deal anymore.

"Me, too. I'm sorry for getting sick all of the time." Ally apologized, smiling sadly at her best friend. Trish shook her head.

"Ally, it's not your fault. Don't apologize. You don't ask to get sick. You never asked for any of this. How many times do I have to tell you that?" she wondered. Ally shrugged. "Well...Are you excited for Prom?" Trish asked.

Ally smiled wide. Prom. It was only a couple of weeks away. Ally had been searching online for dresses and she already had her top two choices. She had a choice between a sleek black one that wrapped tightly around her body or a beautiful red one that flowed along her figure nicely. "Has anybody asked you to Prom?" questioned Ally to Trish, "Austin asked me last month."

Trish smiled at her best friend before shaking her head, "No...Nobody's asked me. But if Dez doesn't get asked to Prom, I'll just force him to take me."

"You're going to go to Prom with Dez?" Ally questioned, her eyes bugging from her skull.

"Sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures," Trish said. Ally laughed. "So, Austin asked you last month, huh?" Trish nudged her.

"Well, Yeah. He is my boyfriend, is he not?" Ally said, smirking lightly at her best friend. "He said he was nervous I would go with somebody else."

"Go with somebody else?" Trish scrunched her nose, "Why on earth would you do that when you have a boyfriend like Austin Moon?" Trish questioned.

Ally shrugged, "Don't ask," Ally said. Trish laughed. Ally then started playing with her finger tips. "You know...I...I found something a few days ago," Ally murmured.

Trish got nervous. "What is it, Ally?" she asked.

Ally took a deep breath. She glanced into the kitchen where she could hear Dez and Austin laughing about something. Ally got up from the floor and snatched her wallet from the table. She sat down next to Trish, cross-legged.

Ally pulled out a folded piece of paper from the money pocket in her wallet. Ally glanced at the kitchen again before looking at Trish and speaking lowly, "I wrote a prayer on a paper one night. I stuck it under my pillow so nobody would read it. When I got back from the hospital, I went to read it again and Austin had written in it."

"And?" Trish pressed.

Ally swallowed hard and she unfolded the paper. She showed Trish the prayer that Austin had written. Trish read over the prayer and tears nearly came to her eyes before she pushed them back. She looked at Ally, confused. "He's stated multiple times that he loves me," Ally whispered, "I'm scared that he's going to tell me at Prom or even before then. I don't want him to tell me that."

"Why?" Trish queried.

"Because I don't know if I can say it back," Ally said. Ally folded up the paper, hiding it away in her wallet.

"You don't... love Austin?" Trish quizzed her friend, not quite understanding what Ally was trying to say. Trish was sure that Ally loved Austin. They spent so much time together, they understood each other, and everybody could see the way Ally looked at him. This just wasn't making much sense to her.

Ally hesitated, "I don't."

"You hesitated," Trish said.

"That doesn't matter. I don't love him, Trish." Ally said, "I like Austin, I do. But I'm not sure if I love him. What's going to happen if he tells me that he loves me and I can't say it back? He's going to break up with me. I don't want to lose him, but I can't lie to him and tell him that I love him if I don't."

"Maybe you're just not ready for that yet," Trish said, "If you care enough to not want him to break up with him, you at least love him a little bit."

"I guess," Ally whispered, tears lining her eyes. She did not want Austin to break it off with her. She liked him so much and she was thrilled that they were finally together, but did she love him? Ally knew that it would tear her apart to lose him and she always felt sick when she thought of Austin leaving her, but she didn't love him. Not yet anyways.

"The popcorn is made!" Austin said, setting it down in front of the girls. He grinned, turning to look at Ally before his grin slowly faded when he saw the salty tears that Ally hadn't blinked away yet. He glanced over at Trish who didn't look teary at all, giving him the hint that it had nothing to do with the two of them. It was strictly Ally's own feelings.

"Are you okay?" Austin murmured softly to his girlfriend. Ally slowly nodded, her tears drying as she forced a smile. Austin stared at her for a few more moments before he nodded, too. Dez had put in a movie and curled himself up against a soft chair. Austin scooted over next to Ally, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as she nestled herself into his side. Trish secretly sulked over the fact that she didn't have a boyfriend and curled a pillow to her chest while she focused on the screen.

The foursome was celebrating Ally being out of the hospital. Ally's parents were out of the house for the night, giving them the house to themselves. It was exciting. They're night consisted of: Deep, random conversations, board games, taking photos, baking, and Trish and Dez getting into mean squabbles.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Austin whispered into Ally's ear. Ally glanced up at him and nodded, but the fact that Austin loved her was eating at her guts. She cared deeply about Austin and couldn't imagine doing anything without him, but she could not decide if she loved him or not.

"Yeah," Ally muttered, "Um...I'm going to get something to drink." Ally excused herself, getting up from her spot on the floor and walking away and into the kitchen. She paced around the kitchen before she started to feel slightly nauseous. Her nausea grew into a massive dizzy spell. Ally grabbed onto the cupboard, blinking several times as her vision began to swim.

Back in the living room, Austin poked his Latina friend. "Trish?" Trish looked at Austin and saw the worried look in his gaze. "Is Ally okay?" Austin asked.

Trish smiled, "Yeah. I think she's just overwhelmed by a lot of things. But she'll figure it all out soon-" Trish was interrupted by the sound of a loud thud. Eyes widening, the trio in the living room dashed to the kitchen where they found Ally on the floor.

Austin got down beside her, his mind in a panic. Trish and Dez got down next to Ally as well, feeling worried. Austin collected Ally's face in his palms, "Ally," he called. It didn't take long for Ally to respond. She squinted before her eyes fluttered.

Ally groaned lightly. Her mind was foggy and she didn't understand why her three best friends were surrounding her. "What happened?" she moaned.

"I think you fainted," Trish said worriedly. Ally frowned, breathing in deeply as she tried recollect her memory for what had gone down. She recalled feeling woozy not too long ago, but she didn't worry too much about herself because she felt okay now. She figured it was just a head rush.

"How long was I out?" Ally wondered, her voice slightly raspy.

"Literally like a minute," Trish answered.

Ally glanced over at Austin. His hands were no longer on her face. His finger tips were tapping her wrist lightly with anxiousness as he was already pulling out his cell phone with his other hand. Ally grabbed his hand. "No, Austin, don't call anyone."

"Ally, you just fainted." Austin deadpanned.

"Yeah, you should probably get checked out," Dez agreed. Ally shook her head.

"No, I feel fine now. It was a head rush." Ally told them. Austin looked at his girlfriend, contemplating whether or not to click 'CALL'. Austin glanced up at his red-headed and Latina friends. By the looks on their faces, they were unsure of what to do as well.

"Ally, I think we better call the hospital or at least your parents. There could be something wrong." Austin decided. Ally shook her head, gripping his arm tighter.

"No, Austin, don't. Please." Ally begged, "I don't want to go to the hospital. I'm sure it was just a head rush. I feel okay now. Besides if I go to the hospital, they're just going to tell me to sleep. I can sleep here."

Trish placed the back of her hand along Ally's forehead and cheek. "She doesn't have a fever," Trish informed the group.

"She's pale," Austin deadpanned, staring down at Ally.

"Well, of course she's pale. She fainted." Trish said, "But I think she's okay. She's responsive. She didn't take long to regain consciousness. I don't think she hit her head on anything."

"I'll get you something to drink," Dez said, jumping up and walking to the fridge.

Austin stuffed his phone back into his pocket, "Alright," he mumbled. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and very carefully and slowly, helped her sit up. Ally felt weak and she was still slightly dizzy from taking the spill on the floor. Ally ran her palms over her face. "Ally-"

"-I'm fine," Ally interjected, sending him a weary look. Dez rejoined the group, handing Ally a glass of water. Ally took the water and slowly gulped it down. Her friends stared at her with concern. She finished the water and took a deep breath.

Ally swiftly moved to stand up causing her friends to panic. "Whoa!" they all chorused. Ally sighed, annoyed that they were hovering so much.

"Guys, I've got it," she snapped.

"Just let us help you, Als," Austin said. Ally rolled her eyes. Austin was slightly surprised because it wasn't like Ally to give off bad attitude, but he ignored it when she let Austin and Trish help her up from the floor. Austin kept an arm around her, making sure that she was stable. Ally leaned into Austin for support.

"How do you feel?" asked Trish.

"I feel fine," Ally assured her best friend. Austin stared down at his girlfriend and wondered if she was really fine. Ally felt Austin's stare drilling into her head. She peered up at him beneath her dark lashes before looking away. Dez and Trish exchanged glances knowing that Austin obviously wanted a word with Ally.

"Um, We'll be in the living room," Trish said, pulling Dez along with her. Austin waited until they were out of ear shot.

"How do you really feel?" Austin questioned, turning Ally around so she was facing him completely. He stared into her dark eyes, trying to read them.

"I said I feel fine," Ally responded, her voice sharp. Ally was getting annoyed with his constant worrying. She appreciated that he did, but sometimes it did get on her nerves.

"Really? Because your hands are shaking," he sent her a look as he grabbed her hands, his thumbs massaging her palms. He knew she was weak and most likely tired.

Ally sighed. "Austin, it's fine."

This time, it was Austin who sighed. "Ally, maybe you should just go to bed. I mean, you did just faint. You probably shouldn't push your limits. You hate those hospitals." he said, "Even though, you should be in one right now." he mumbled. Ally ignored the comment.

"No, tonight we were supposed to have a good time. My parents are out and we haven't had a good time since this whole thing started." Ally argued.

"We can have more good times, Ally. You should really rest tonight. You don't want to get sick again. Especially with Prom coming up." Austin said, nudging her arm lightly. Ally sighed, her gaze shifting to the floor.

"I just wanted one night," Ally's voice cracked, "One night where I wasn't sick and nothing went wrong."

Austin held her close to him. "I know," he murmured into her hair.

"Tonight was going great, too. I was actually starting to feel like myself again and then this happened. I'm tired of always being sick." Ally admitted, a tear leaking down her cheek swiftly. Austin nodded his head, capturing the tear with the pad of his thumb.

Austin hesitated before saying, "Come on...I'll take you to bed."

Ally sighed and nodded. Austin wanted to fulfill her wishes and allow the night to go on as fun as it was, but he couldn't bring himself to risk her health. He hated that she was cooped up in the hospital and over the last two to three months, Ally has had a fever each month and ended up in the hospital.

Austin followed Ally up to her room, feeling slightly guilty. He wished that he could make her happy, but he didn't know how. There was nothing Austin could do that would make her truly happy. He knew the only way she would be truly happy was if the cancer was gone.

Ally crawled onto her bed. She looked up at Austin who stood over her, staring down at her with nothing else but care in his eyes. Ally sighed again. She looked up at the ceiling. "When will things just be normal again? When will I be better?"

Austin felt his throat tighten. He shrugged, crouching down beside her. He ran a hand through her hair. "I don't know," he murmured, his voice husky from the lump that was inside his throat. Ally looked over at him and he noticed that the whites of her eyes were stained red with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry, Ally," he whispered. He lowered his head so she wouldn't notice his tears.

"What do you have to be sorry for?" Ally questioned him. Austin didn't respond, he just kept his head lowered. After a minute, he couldn't hide it any longer as his shoulders start to shake up and down. Ally knew he was crying. She ran her fingers through his hair as she tried to relax him, tears falling from her eyes and onto her cheeks.

After a few moments of watching Austin cry, Ally couldn't hold it back either and started weeping, too. She sat up and wrapped her arms around Austin, just as he wrapped his arms around her. They held each other tightly, only crying into each other's shoulders to fill the silence in the room.

After a while, they both had stopped crying. Austin released Ally from his hold and laid her down on the bed again. He felt ten times better now that he had finally unleashed his emotions. Ally smiled at him slightly, her eyes slightly puffy.

"You get some sleep," Austin whispered to her, fixing a strand of hair that had fallen out of place. He leaned forward and kissed her softly. Ally responded to the kiss, her lips massaging his before she pulled away.

"It's going to be okay," she murmured to him, gently.

Austin smiled slightly, "I know," he whispered. He kisses her forehead again.

"Can you stay with me until I fall asleep? I don't want to be alone." Ally asked and told him. Austin looked at her. He slowly nodded. He moved so he was on the bed with her, laying behind her with his arm wrapped around her. He kissed her cheek softly and started running his fingers along her side soothingly.

He watched her as she closed her eyes and began to drift away into a peaceful sleep. He stayed for a few extra minutes before he finally left her room and made his way downstairs where Dez and Trish were talking in hushed voices.

"How is she?" questioned Trish when noticing Austin's existence. She recognized that his eyes were slightly red and she knew that they must've had an intense moment up there. She couldn't lie: She had heard Ally crying.

"She's asleep," Austin replied, "She was pretty tired."

"I bet," Trish said, "And how are you?"

Austin was surprised by the question. He wasn't used to be asked this question. He was so focused on making sure that Ally was okay and comfortable and well all the time that even he seemed to forget to ask himself that question. Austin shrugged. "I'm okay, I guess. I just want her to get better."

"Us, too." Dez and Trish said in unison. Austin sighed. They all looked at the movie that was playing, but it wasn't as fun to watch without Ally's company. Eventually the trio turned off the movie, gathered their things and travelled up the stairs to Ally's room. If Ally couldn't be at their small party, then they'd bring the small party to her. (Even if she was asleep.)

Dez and Trish made their own beds on the ground and Austin made himself comfortable on the bed next to Ally. The simple essence of Ally allowed Austin to fall asleep quickly. She calmed him, even while asleep.

Sorry for the shortness :(

I'll try to make the next chapter longer...