A/N: Hey! Okay so I haven't written a fanfic in a while. I gave up on my other ones. :( But I have hope in this one! I just know that I will finish it! This is the first multi-chapter that I will be dedicated to! Hope you like it!

SUMMERY

Shy Ally Dawson moves to a new town and knows right away that she'll be nothing more than the shy girl. And she's right. She hopes that she'll make it through her last years of high school without incident. She sucecceds until she becomes close friends with her neighbor Austin Moon. She fights with her feelings for Austin and her crush Dallas. Ally goes through many feelings and tries to sort out all of her emotions. She isn't sure where her heart is anymore. She isn't sure about her life anymore.

Sorry if the Summery sucks. I'm not that great at them. :(

Dez: When are you going to show them the story?

Me: Dez? What are you doing here?

Dez: I'm waiting for you to show them the story!

*Shoves Dez out of the way*

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Austin and Ally, if I did Austin would be dating Ally already. :) I also do not own any songs on this fanfic. :)

Enjoy!

~I'll Always Be There For You~

Chapter 1: Trying To Find A Place In This World

Third Person P.O.V.

Allyson Dawson looked at the blurry green landscape as their car drove through a forest in Minnesota. They were almost to their destination. Rochester, Minnesota. Where they were going to live for the next four years because her dad bought a store. She would attend John Marshall High School. She would be the new girl, again.

"Ally? Are you okay?" Asked her dad Lester. She looked over at him from the passenger seat.

"Um, yeah. I'm just a little, uh, car sick, that's all."

"Don't worry! I'll pass. And we're almost there anyway!" Her dad exclaims enthusiastically. She rolled her eyes. Her dad was always trying to find the best in everything. She put her earphones back on and turned up the volume so that she could tune out whatever her dad was going to say for the next thirty minutes until they got there. The song that was currently playing was Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO. By the time the song ended she was fast asleep.

Two Hours Later. . .

Ally's P.O.V.

"Ally! We're here! Wake up!" yelled dad.

I rubbed my eyes groggily. "We're here? At our house?" I asked.

"No, we're here in Rochester." I looked out the window. It's a nice city. Lots of tree's. I opened my car window and took a deep breath, it smelled like rain. I looked up and saw clouds over head. I really loved the rain. To me it meant renewal, it washed everything away. I wanted to be outside when it rained. I always like taking walks during a rainstorm.

We passed by John Marshall High School. Where I would be spending my next two years of school, then I could to college here and help my dad out in the shop.

Soon we were on 15 ½ Street Northwest. Our house number was 860. I looked to my right and saw a blonde boy playing basketball shirtless. He stopped playing long enough to smile and wave at me. I blushed looking down.

"We're here!" exclaimed dad. He drove onto the driveway and turned the car off. I looked at the house. It was a dark green, two story house. It had a tree in the front yard, very shady. The house didn't look that old, but it didn't exactly look brand new. I liked it though. I walked out of the car and stretched my legs. I heard a truck(one that was not our white truck) and turned around. The moving truck was parking alongside the sidewalk.

"Come on Ally! We have to get all of this furniture inside before it rains!" Dad told me. I sighed and grabbed my box full of my favorite books. I used the spare key my dad gave me and opened the door. It squeaked annoyingly, it needs some oil. I walk through the living room, it has light brown wood floors and white walls. I turn right and walk up the stairs and into a hallway. On my right is a door, I open it up. It's a master bedroom, my dads room. I open another door on my right, a closet. At the end of the hallway is a bathroom, my bathroom. I walk back down the hallway. There's a door across from the closet, it's a guest bedroom. Where's my room? I walk down the hall once again and discover that I missed doorway to my left. I open the door and see five steps that lead to another door. Huh, interesting. I try opening it. It's locked.

"Dad? Is my bedroom door locked?" I call out to him.

"Yes. The key is at the top shelf of the closet."

I go back to the closet and open it. I stand on my toes trying to reach it. I have always been really short. My fingers touch something cold and metal. I grab it and turn it in my hands. It's an old looking key with swirls and vines.

"Did you get the key Als?" call my dad.

"Yeah I got it." I call back.

I walk over to my bedroom door with my box of books. I set the box down. I stick the key in the lock and turn it. When the door opens I walk inside and look around. The wall on the right has one window looking out into our backyard. The left wall has one medium window facing the front yard. The wall opposite of the door has two windows twenty feet of each other. I could see a small empty lot with lots of grass. A little meadow. But it wasn't the fact that I had four window that had caught my attention. It was the grand piano sitting in the right corner of the room. It had a white sheet covering it. I gasped, setting the box down and walking over to the piano. I pulled the sheet to the floor and looked at the beautiful piano. It was a black grand piano that didn't look new and has been collecting dust for some time. It needed to be cleaned but it was in excellent condition. I sit down on the bench and grab my song book out of my hand bag. My song book is like a journal where I write down all of my feelings and secrets, I also write down songs. I open it up to a page and start playing the song. I sigh, loving the feeling of piano keys under my fingers.

I don't know what I want.

So don't ask me, cause I'm still trying to figure it out.

Don't know what's down this road. I'm just walking,

Trying to see through the rain coming down.

Even though I'm not the only one who feels the way I do.

I'm alone, on my own.

And that's all I've known.

I'll be strong, I'll be wrong.

Oh, but life goes on.

Oh, I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in this world.

Got the radio on, my old blue jeans.

And I'm wearing my head on my sleeve.

Feeling lucky today. Got the sunshine.

Can you tell me what more do I need, and tomorrow's just a mystery.

Oh yeah, but that's okay.

I'm alone, on my own.

And that's all I know,

I'll be strong, I'll be wrong.

Oh, but life goes on.

Oh, I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in this world.

Maybe I'm just a girl on a mission, but I'm ready to fly.

I'm alone, on my own.

And that's all I've known.

I'll be strong, I'll be wrong.

Oh, but life goes on.

Oh, I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in this world.

Oh, I'm alone, one my own.

And that's all I've known.

Oh, I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in this world.

Oh I'm just a girl (x3)

I hum for a couple of seconds more before letting my hands fall back into my lap. I didn't know what I was going to do with this new life. But I knew that I was going to be okay. I knew that my mom was going to be with me and my dad no matter what. That I wasn't completely alone in this world.

A/N: What do you think? Should I continue? Tell me what you think! Oh, that song was Trying To Find A Place In This World by Taylor Swift, I love the song!

~Squiggly~