Austin's POV
the first day flew by pretty fast. probably because on the first day hardly anything exciting happens.
as I walked home I saw ally.
"hey! ally!" I called, and she turned around.
she didn't say anything, and I broke out into a jog to catch up to her.
"hey- are uh- are you okay?" I asked, when she didn't answer me, I thought I should ask.
"fine." she said through gritted teeth.
what's up with her??
I didn't say anything, I didn't want to make things worse for her.
we silently walked, and she then made a left.
I looked to see where she was headed, and I realized that her house was the house that was behind mine.
how could I have not realized that she lives right behind me?
I made the short trip to my own house, and went up to my room, knowing that my balcony view is the backyard.
"Austin!" my mom called as I made my way up the stairs.
"yes mom!" I called while rolling my eyes. I wanted to go to my room.
"come down here!" I sighed and made my way down the stairs.
she was sitting at the table.
"what's up?" I asked, really wanting to get up to my room.
"how was your first day?" she asked.
really? you have to ask me this now?
"it was fine." I said, and when she didn't answer for a while, I quickly took that as my chance to go to my room.
I sprinted up the stairs, and once I finally got to my room, I threw my backpack off to the side and opened the doors to my balcony.
when I looked across, I could see ally was out on her balcony too, reading with glasses on.
I stared at her for a little while, as she sat in a chair with her legs propped up on the table.
as I continued looking, I saw her head look up from her book, right at me.
Ally's POV
when I got home, I decided that I really needed to get my mind off of things.
school is just another word for hell.
I was reading one of my favorite books out on my balcony, until I noticed something from the corner of my eye.
I looked up from my book, just to see someone looking at me.
after taking a good look, I recognized the blonde hair and body structure.
it was austin.
so that's where he lives...
I returned back to my book.
when the sun started to set, I decided it was time to go back inside because it was going to get too dark for me to read.
when I walked back inside, I couldn't help but reach into my pocket and pull out the photo that I ruined years ago.
as I looked at it, it reminded me of my childhood- all of my good times with her.
a single tear dropped on the photo.
I was only in 8th grade. a critical part of my life I guess you can say.
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learning to love again
Fanfictionally dawson's not who she used to be. not since after her mom died in 8th grade. so what happened to her? what happened to her family? she's broken inside. she turns to alcohol to stop her pain. but it isn't enough for her. she doesn't care about an...
