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My mom picks me up after school and we go home. "How was school?" my mom asks breaking the silence. "It was fine," I answer. "Meet any boys?" she asks smiling. "The only boys I saw today were the ones I already knew... and hated," I say. "Hate is a strong word," my mother tells me. She says this all the time.

"Okay fine. I dislike him with a passion," I say. "That's better I guess... Who is this boy?" she asks. "Did I say one boy? My bad. I meant three boys," I tell her. "You need to make more friends," she says shaking her head.

"I have Trish," I say to her. "Yeah but Trish is... uh... what's the word? Um... I just don't think she's anything like you," she admits but I know there's more to what she's thinking.

"What are you saying, Mom?" I ask. "I think Trish is a bad influence!" she blurts out. "What?" I exclaim.
"Trish is not a bad influence! She is my best and only friend! If you want me to go back to being a loser with not one friend then that's perfectly fine!" We don't speak the rest of the way home.

We walk through the front door and I turn to my mom. "I'm sorry for blowing up at you," I say. "I'm sorry too sweetie," she answers.

This is what always happens. We get in a small argument and then we break down and apologize to each other. We're not good at being mad at each other. "Hey, Ally!" I hear my dad yell. "Hey, Dad!" I say smiling. "How was school?" he asks. "Uh…" I trail off. "She told me she had an awesome day at school!" my mom tells him.

That's my mom for you. Lying to my dad to keep him from asking questions. "That's good. If anyone needs me, I'll be watching the game," he says pointing to the living room. Suddenly, the phone rings and I go to the fridge for an after-school snack like I always did after school last year.

"Hello?" my mom answers the phone. "Oh, hi… Yes, she's always been good in French. Have you been speaking to her French teacher?" my mom asks. I turn to my mother and my eyes widen. Who could she be talking to? "Oh, she would love to tutor him." Him? Could she be talking about… him? No, she couldn't.

Could she?

"Oh, of course. I'll see you soon. Bye." She hangs up the phone and turns to me. I take a deep breath. "Mom… who was that on the phone?" I ask slowly. "Mike Moon," she answers. "M-M-M-Moon?" I exclaim. "Yes, their son, Austin Moon, needs help in French and his teacher suggested you to tutor him (1)," she tells me smiling.

"M-M-M-Moon?" I exclaim again. My mouth had dropped open and now I'm just staring at her incomprehensively. She sits me down at the kitchen table because I probably look as if I was going to fall down.

"Now, Austin will be over soon and I want you to be nice," she tells me. Why in the world should I tutor him? He's in French class and it's the first day! He'll learn as we get farther into the year! I write an entry in my songbook really quick. A few minutes later, the doorbell rings and my mom opens the door. "Hello, you must be Austin," my mom says shaking his hand.

"Come on in," she says. "Thank you, Mrs. Dawson. You have a lovely home," he says in a kind voice. My mom walks out the door to talk to his parents. "Hello, whore. Close your mouth; there's no dick in there," he says to me. He says it quietly though in case anyone, like my dad, was around. "Kill me now," I whisper. My mom walks back in.

"Where should we study, Ally?" he asks. "Ally?" I ask. It's the first time he's called me by my real name in three or four years. "Yes, that's your name, isn't it? It's what I've been calling you for the last three years," he says. I blink my eyes and shake my head. Maybe this isn't real. I close my eyes for ten seconds and open them.

He's still here.

"Uh, we can study here at the table," I say. "Ally, why don't you take him up to your room?" she asks me. I look at her and she winks at me. "Mom!" I exclaim. "What? He's cute!" she tells me smiling. "Mom!" I yell again. "Fine," I grumble. I grab Austin's hand to take him to my room but let it go quickly. "Just come on," I tell him. I walk up to my room and he follows me.

"Why?" I ask sitting on my bed. "Why what?" he asks with an innocent look on his face. "You know what! Why did you tell your parents to get me to tutor you?" I ask. I close my door in case I start yelling at him. "Actually, I didn't. I asked Ms. Moreau if she could tutor me but she told me she'd be really busy so she said that I could ask you to do it," he tells me with a convincing look on his face.

It almost looks like he's… telling the truth… It's just an act. He's been trying to make me believe him about everything for years. Once I finally do believe him, he takes it and twists it around to make me look like I'll believe anything. So I learned not to trust that look anymore.

"So, your mom thinks I'm cute. What about you?" he asks raising an eyebrow. "I sure don't think you are," I scoff. "Oh, just admit it," he says. He grabs my face in both of his hands and forces me to look into his eyes. I notice how beautiful his chocolate brown eyes look in the dim light of my room. "Why don't you just admit it? You know you like me," he says.

This can't be happening. I do not like Austin Moon. But I do seem to be… getting lost in his big brown eyes… I tear away from his gaze. "For your information, I like somebody else but it sure as hell is not you," I tell him.

Crap. "Oh, yeah? Then who is this boy?" he asks suddenly interested. "All I'll tell you is that his name is also a city in Texas. Let's see if your tiny brain can figure it out," I tell him. "Austin is a city in Texas," he says matter-of-factly. "Oh, it is… Well, it's not you, I can promise you that. Actually, it's—" I catch myself. Was I actually about to tell him who my crush was even when Trish, my best friend in the whole world, doesn't even know who it is?

"Are you hungry? Thirsty?" I ask in my sweetest voice. He seems to be taken aback by my sudden change in tone.

"Uh, yeah. Got any beer?" he asks. I give him a look. "Just joking. Got any Pepsi?" he asks. I walk outside my room and shut the door. I turn to walk down the stairs but see my mom right behind me. "Mom!" I exclaim walking down the stairs behind her. "Were you listening to my conversation?" I ask her. "No! Well, I would be if you two would talk louder!" she tells me.

"Mom, we're just study partners. That's all. You act like we're dating of I even like him for that matter," I say. "Are you sure?" she asks. I walk to the fridge. "I'm sure, Mom. I mean, we're not even friends," I say quietly. "I thought you were friends," she says confused. "No, Mom, that's one of the boys I said that I hated-I mean disliked with a passion- in the car," I explain to her.

"Why didn't you tell me? I could have stopped all of this!" my mom tells me. She looks a little disappointed though. "Mom, I'll try to be friends with him if it'll make you feel better," I tell her with a smile which brightens up her mood a lot. "Really? Aw, you're so sweet!" my mom exclaims. She pulls me into a hug and I walk back up the stairs with two Pepsis.

"Catch," I say to Blondie throwing the can to him. He catches it and half-opens the can. I used to do that sometimes but stopped because it felt weird on my teeth. I was fine with him drinking like that at first… but then his slurping got to me.

"Will you just open it already?" I ask him. "Oh, is this annoying you?" he asks taking another long slurp. "Yes. It is," I tell him. He just keeps slurping though. I sit next to him on my bed. Then I snatch the can out of his hand and open it all the way. "Here," I say handing it back to him. He rolls his eyes and takes a sip.

"Look, we don't have to act like friends in private or at school or anywhere else but we do need to act like friends around my parents," I tell him. "What'll you do for me?" he asks. "What do you want?" I ask. "You know what I want," he says with a wink. "Okay, I'll do anything but that," I say. "Why not?" he asks. "Because it'd be like sucking a lollipop—" "A big one," he cuts in. "You didn't let me finish. I was going to say like sucking a lollipop stick," I say to him.

"Ouch," he says. "Burn." "Or a pencil, or a baby's pinkie toe, or—" "Okay, okay, I get it," he cuts me off again. "Alright, how about a hand job?" he asks me. "Anything but stuff that involves sexual relations with you," I tell him. He sighs. "Fine." Then he snaps his fingers. "I got it! I have this friend, his name is Dez and, well, he's having some problems," he tells me. "I'm not following you," I tell him confused. "Well, Dez can be a city in Texas if you know what I mean," he says.

"What?" I ask. Then I remember what I told him earlier. "Oh, you want me to—?" He nods his head. "No. No, what happened to me being the biggest whore in school that no one would want to date?" I ask. "Dez really happens to like you," he says shrugging. "God knows why." I roll my eyes.

"I'm not letting someone that I hate with all of my heart set me up on a date," I tell him. "Come on; just one date," he pleads. I shake my head. "No." "Okay, that's cool. I'll just go downstairs and tell your mom about how you go around school begging for guys to let you give them a blowjob," he says.

"But I don't."

"Exactly."

"You wouldn't."

"Now we both know I would."

"… What's his number?"

He gives me his number and I program it into my old flip phone. "Blondie, aren't we supposed to be studying French?" I ask. "Whore, yes we are but we can just do it tomorrow," he answers mimicking my tone. "Alright… Wait a minute. You're coming back tomorrow?" I ask.

"Duh, you expected me to learn French in a day?" he asks. "That's what I said earlier," I mutter. "What?" he asks. "Nothing. So what are we supposed to do for the rest of the two hours?" I ask. "Well…" he says laying back. This is going to be a long two hours… "I'm not doing that," I say for the sixty-thousandth time today. "I don't know. You could text Dez, I guess," he suggests.

"Wait a minute, what is this guy even like?" I ask. "Do you really care?" he asks. He thinks I'm desperate. "Yes, I do actually," I snap. "He has red hair and blue eyes. He's really nice and he's a director-in-training," he explains. It's weird hearing him say nice things about someone. "And he's my best friend!" "Yeah, that's a deal-breaker," I say throwing my phone back on my bed.

"Come on, give him a try," he tells me. "Fine." "Shouldn't I call him, though? Some people consider it rude to text sometimes," I say worried. "Please. Dez doesn't care if you call, text, Facetime, message him on Facebook or direct message him on Tweeter! He doesn't care how you talk to him as long as you talk to him," he tells me.

I open my messages and click the 'Compose Message' icon. "Are you sure he really likes me?" I ask. "If talking about you every day and trying to get me to stop being so mean to you doesn't mean he likes you, then I don't know what does," he says. I'll have to trust him this one time.

'Hi,' I text him. It's a few minutes before he texts back. "Multimedia message," I say. A smirk creeps onto Austin's face. I open the message and it starts to download. Video. I press play and all of a sudden, a red-head with wide eyes appears on my screen. I throw my phone because it scared me. Austin catches it and I hear my phone scream "Hiiiiiiiii!" "That's Dez for you," Austin says handing me my phone back. Dez is actually kind of cute. I read the message attached to it.

'Who is this btw?' 'It's Ally,' I text back. He texts back seconds later 'Oh hi Ally!' 'Hi haha so Austin's told me a little about you. Is it true that you're a director?' I text back.

Italics=Ally, Bold=Dez

Oh yeah, in training. i direct lots of home videos. i get a new camera almost every Christmas.

That's cool. Do you ever direct as a job?

No I dont direct for money if thats what you mean. if someone wants me to shoot a video for something i always do it for free.

Aw, that's generous of you.

Thanks :)

You're welcome (:

Austin calls someone and Dez doesn't text back for a little while. "Dude, just ask her out… Yes, she likes you… I swear on Spike Stevens that she likes you." He's a really good liar because I don't like Dez. I'm not being mean; it's just that I barely know him. "Yeah, I'm with her… We're studying for French… Okay, here she is."

He tries to hand me his iPhone. I shake my head quickly. He shakes his phone at me. I shake my head again. He sticks his phone up to my ear so Dez would hear me breathing. "Uh, hello?" I ask. "Hey, it's Dez," he says. "Oh, hey Dez," I say. He actually sounds kind of cute when he's not screaming but this is just over the phone. "Um, Ally, I was wondering… I have two questions to ask you," he says.

"Fire away," I tell him. "Um, first, do you like Austin?" he asks. My eyes widen. "What? No! Heck no! I would never in a million years!" I exclaim. Austin's eyes widen too and he looks at me like I'm crazy. He probably thinks Dez asked me out and I was rejecting him.

"Alright, cool. My next question is… do you want to go out this Friday?" he asks. "Sure," I say. "I'd love to." "Cool. I'll see you after school," he says. "Alright, bye," I say. "Bye," he says hanging up. "He hung up," I tell Blondie before he can have the chance to raise the phone to his ear. "Okay so what did you say no for?" he asks.

"He asked me if I liked you," I tell him. He pushes his eyebrows together. "Why did you lie to him?" he asks me and I answer by pushing him off of my bed. It takes everything in me to keep from laughing. I can't smile either because then he'll think I like him. I just thought it was funny, that's all.

Blondie gets back on my bed and checks the time on his iPhone. "One more hour. That gives us just enough time to…" he trails off putting his arm around my shoulders. "I am going on a date with your best friend Friday. Wouldn't that be wrong?" I ask. He sighs.

"That's true… Well then what are we going to do?" he asks. "I don't know about you but I'm going to— Never mind. I'll do that after you leave," I say. "What were you going to do?" he asks. "I was going to write in my songbook but I realized that you've chased my inspiration away," I tell him.

"Oh," he says rolling his eyes. "Is that it?" He points to my side table at my book. I nod. "Yeah, that's it," I say. He doesn't say anything. I'm surprised he didn't go into detail or ask any questions about it. We just sit in silence for the rest of the time.

We're both having a text-versation (2) with Dez. Well, that's what Dez calls it anyway. But Dez and I spend the text-versation getting to know each other better. Now I know his favorite color, favorite food, favorite thing to do, favorite thing about me, and he knows the same about me. He seems like a pretty cool guy and finally it's time for Austin to leave.

We walk downstairs but he stops halfway down. "Hold on. I forgot my book bag," he says back up to my room. I don't think I trust him being alone in my room but he's only in there long enough to grab his book bag before he's back downstairs.

"Who is this?" my dad asks coming out of the living room. "Dad, this is my… friend, Austin. Austin, this is my dad," I introduce them. I don't like having to introduce him as my friend but you gotta do what you gotta do. "Hello, Mr. Dawson," Blondie says to my dad shaking his hand. "Hello, Austin," my dad says.

Beep!

"That's my ride. See you later, Als." Then Austin's out the door. Als? I think to myself. Where did that come from? I walk back up to my room and shut the door. I sit on my bed expecting to pick up my songbook and write in it… but it's not there! Where could it have gone? I think to myself. Then I know.

Blondie.

1. This is what I was talking about at the end of the last chapter.

2. This is basically just a texting conversation. I don't really know where this came from so don't ask.

Well, this turned out pretty good. Hm, Blondie left his bag on purpose. Shame-to-the-ful. I'm glad you liked the first chapter, though! Review! Oh, by the way, I'm keeping the poll up but taking this story off of the options so you can vote for the story I should do after this one! I'll keep it up FOREVER. Haha, or until I only have one more choice left.

-Kenzie