You were part of the group between Dez, Trish, Ally and Austin. Austin you had always gone off to do something stupid, it seemed be even gravitated towards you more than he did Dez. By the time Austin was preforming, you were always there.

Until now. You and Austin had gotten into a fight. A really, really, REALLY big fight. You hadn’t spoken to him all week, and he was miserable. During this time, Austin got a gig at the annual Miami beach party. He spent some time with Ally making a new song.

Sunday 9th, Miami Beach, 7:45 P.M. You hesitantly agreed to come with the group to the beach party. Trish practically dragging you there as you grumbled. The night was warm, as any other floridian night. The beach was perfect, the people were tipsy, and the music was roaring. Finally, it was time for Austin to go on stage. He walked up to the microphone, strumming his guitar with a slightly sad and regretful expression. His voice was soft as he sang his new song, “Not A Love Song”. Somewhere along the chorus, Austin’s gaze trailed over to you. While strumming the guitar, he stared at you, who was standing there with slight irritation, “This is not a…” He slowly stopped singing and sighed, he lowered his guitar. “Expect it is.”