AN: Okay, sorry to bother you right at the beginning of the story, but this story is different from anything else I've ever written. I have two warnings, One: Ally is VERY out of character. She's unhappy and Depressed. Two: Austin has a sister that has anorexia, so I apologize to anyone who is offended by this. I have a friend that is recovering from it, and for some reason when I needed a 'secret' for Austin, she came to my mind. So anyways on with you reading, please enjoy!

Ally Dawson had never been outgoing. Even before it happened. The accident only intensified her quiet nature even more. It had only happened a year ago. Ally had just turned seventeen and her mother was picking her up from school to take her birthday shopping. Her mom hadn't seen the semi-truck coming, but Ally had. Seeing her mom's life ending was the worst experience. She still has nightmares about it. All ending the same.

"MOM LOOK OUT!"

Now, Mr. Dawson struggled to get one word out of his eighteen year old daughter. He had truly tried everything. He had taken her to a child psychologist. That, he felt, had made it worse. She hardly even talked to Trish. Mr. Dawson felt as if he had lost all hope, if he and Trish couldn't bring the old Ally back, who could?

-PRESENT-

Ally was at the counter writing in her book. She mainly used it as a diary now. She just couldn't get herself to write another song. She occasionally went to the practice room to sing her songs, but that was it. Trish was there with her, she was reading a magazine. Looking up at her best friend every few seconds. Suddenly they heard the drums. Ally sighed dramatically and walked over to where a blonde haired boy was playing the drums and a red headed boy was video taping him.

"Did you not see the sign?" Ally asked them in her monotone voice.

"Well aren't you a ray of sunshine?" The blonde boy said to her. She rolled her eyes.

"There's no playing the instruments." She said. She turned to walk off.

"It's okay, I'm a great drummer." He said, a goofy smile on his face.

"Sure." She said sarcastically. She walked back over to write again.

"So who are you?" He asked.

"Does it matter?"

"Well apparently. I did ask you, you know." He said with a smirk.

"It's Ally and I'm Trish." Trish answered for him.

"Cool, I'm Austin, that's Dez." He said pointing to his friend.

"Trish I'm going upstairs." Ally said, bored with the conversation.

"Kay." Trish said. She watched as Ally walked up the stairs and slammed the door to her practice room.

"What's her deal?" Austin asked.

"It's a long story." Trish said flipping through her magazine. Austin shrugged. He walked up the stairs.

"I wouldn't go up there if I were you." Trish warned. Austin made a pfft sound.

"Whatever." He said walking into the practice room. Ally hadn't noticed he came in.

"You're gonna make, make, make 'em do a double take." Ally sang as she played the piano.

"Wow." Austin breathed. "That was amazing." He whispered to himself, but she heard. She turned around quickly.

"What are you doing up here?" She asked.

"Oh, I was just wondering around." He answered, not quite sure why he had come up in the first place.

"Well go wonder somewhere else okay?" She said. She waited five seconds. He didn't move.

"Okay then." She said, roughly grabbing her book up and rushing past him. He followed her down the stairs.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to dist-" She slammed the door labeled 'Manager.'

"You did it now. When she goes to her dad's office it means there's nowhere safe for her to be." Trish said in a 'tsk tsk.' tone. Austin looked at the door, a guilty look on his face.

"I didn't mean to upset her." He said quietly.

"It's alright. It's not your fault. Really." Trish said trying to comfort the stranger. She felt bad for him.

"How do you know?" He asked.

"Just trust me alright?" She said in the 'normal Trish tone.' The one that says, "Just do what I say."

"Well, tell her I'm sorry. Okay?" He asked as he threw his backpack over his shoulder.

"Will do." She said. The boys walked out of the store.

"Ally, it's alright. You can come out now." Trish said, lightly knocking on the door. A few seconds later it opened up.

-TWO DAYS LATER-

Trish and Ally were doing inventory around the store. Trish singing some random song.

"They wanna know, know, know your name, name, name. They want the girl, girl, girl with game, game, game." Trish sang. Ally dropped a violin she was checking.

"Trish...where did you hear that song at?" Ally asked.

"It's all over the Internet." Trish stated as if Ally should have known.

"What do you mean it's all over the Internet?" Ally asked, panic filling her voice.

"Have you really not seen this video?" Trish asked in shock.

"No..."

"Here, watch." Trish said pulling her phone out of her pocket. She clicked play and suddenly that boy, Austin, was singing Ally's song. Ally's eyes widened.

"That idiot! Why would he do that?" She yelled.

"Do what?" Trish asked, not knowing what her best friend was ranting about.

"I wrote that song! He walked in on me singing it. He stole it from me!" She said, tears filling her eyes. She didn't deserve to be stolen from.

"You wrote another song?" Trish asked in excitement.

"No, I wrote that one last year, but that's beside the point!" She said, angry that this stupid guy had gotten on the Helen Show and performed her song. HER song. Not HIS.

"Look up where this Austin guy lives. I need to give him a piece of my mind." She said walking out of the store angrily.

"Wait! You forgot to lock- oh forget it, I lock up." Trish said, she then mumbled something about being under appreciated around there. They finally found Austin's house. Ally rang the doorbell.

"Hello?" A woman answered the door.

"Hi is Austin home?" She asked politely. His mom had a look of excitement on her face.

"Austin! A girl is at the door! And she's here for you!" She called up the stairs. Ally and Trish suddenly heard two sets of feet bounding down the stairs.

"A girl's here- oh. It's you guys." He said.

"Don't sound to excited. Now are you going to let us in or not?" Trish asked pushing past Ally and making her way into the house.

"Come on in." Austin said in fake enthusiasm. Ally rolled her eyes.

"Why'd you do it?" Ally whispered, not wanting his mom to come in wondering what was going on. If they had been alone, she would be yelling.

"Do what?" He asked.

"Still my song! You heard me practicing it." She said. He put his hand to his head.

"That's where that came from! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I thought it just came to me. Which probably doesn't make sense, since I've never written a song before."

"Oh well, that doesn't matter. You need to go on that Helen show and tell everyone the truth."

"I can't do that!" He said.

"Why not?" Trish asked.

"Everyone will hate me!" He said. Ally sighed.

"But I do want to fix it." He said. "Name anything you want." He said to Ally. She glared at him before walking back outside.

"Once again, not your fault. Well the song stealing kinda is, but she's rude with everyone." Trish said shutting the door behind her and running to catch up with Ally. Austin pulled the curtains back and watched Ally walk down his sidewalk.

"I wonder what's up with her." He said curiously.

"I don't know. I mean, she seems like she would be a nice person."

"I know, that's the weird part Dez." Austin said.

"Maybe we should go back to her dad's store tomorrow, and you could ask her to help you write a song for the Helen Show."

"Yeah, after the rocky start of this...whatever it's called, I don't think she'll want to help me." Austin said. He sighed, he didn't know how, but he was going to get this girl to be happy.

AN: I hope you liked it(: