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History

Ally's POV

We've known each other for almost all our lives. We were always forced to talk at barbecues, always forced to initiate a conversation at parties because we'd always be the youngest ones there. Yet, we still never liked each other.

"Our parents may be the best of buds, but that doesn't mean we have to be." He had told me, sipping his coke in his wine glass as if it was actually wine.

"I never said I wanted to, anyway." I had replied back, and after that we just stopped communicating.

That doesn't mean our parents didn't try to get us to talk and stuff; no, in fact, they almost forced us into the same room. I swear, they're like teenagers, trying to set up their friends or something.

But they really should stop bothering, we had already agreed on not talking to each other -and by that, we mean be 'friends'- and now, we've already moved on to acting like strangers who happened to live next to each other, go to the same school, and are in the same year.

Yep, that's what we were.

But then, everything seemed to change little by little.

We weren't just strangers anymore.

"Allison, sweetie, can you get the mail, please?" Mum called from the kitchen. I could hear the chopping sound of vegetables -my mother only ever makes something healthy- so I knew she was genuinely busy.

"Alright!" I replied, getting off the couch and heading out of the living room. Opening the front door, I only wanted to crawl back inside. Ugh, the sun was blindingly bright today, and it was way too hot a day to go outside.

Taking a deep breath, and calming myself down, I -with confidence- walked out of the house. The cool floor of the veranda soon faded to a warm touch as my feet came in contact with where the sun touched the wood. I winced only slightly when I jumped over the two steps leading from the veranda to the path that lead to the driveway.

Oh, the driveway looked so long and far away, and my mailbox on the other side.

"Ow!" My feet began to burn as the cement under my feet began to heat up. I hurriedly ran across the empty driveway, bouncing from one foot to the other as I opened my mailbox carefully. It was literally empty, besides a small envelope addressed to my mother.

I spun around, wanting to scream as my feet ached from the intensity of the sun's heat. But then there was this cool sprinkle near my feet, and soon my legs were collided with a wave of coldness.

I gasped, my shorts getting drenched from the water and the liquid soaking me. "What the hell!" I exclaimed, thanking God that my mother's mail was still completely dry in my hand. I slowly turned around, my mouth wide open as I raised my gaze. "Austin Monica Moon!"

Standing across the driveway and what little bit of grass we had between our driveways, was Austin Moon.

He was known to be a total hottie, attractive, popular, talented. A total package amongst all the girls in high school, and even some older -and younger- women found him attractive (that last fact was both disturbing and interesting, in my opinion). Many boys were jealous of him, of all the attention he received, of all the love and 'respect', I guess you could call it.

But I've never thought of him like that (though I do admit he is quite attractive); I always thought of him as the dorky seven year old boy who danced around in his underwear on my birthday just so he could make me laugh.

"Hey, don't shout my middle name out to the whole world!" Austin smirked, holding a finger up to his lip as if to shush me.

I rolled my eyes, "I thought we agreed on not talking to -or having anything to do with- each other."

"Well, yeah." Austin replied, swinging the dark green hose in his hand. "But I just couldn't resist."

I flipped him off, turning around and stomping my way back to my house.

"At least you've forgotten about the burn!" He shouted.

And even though that was true, I flipped him off over my shoulder again.

My mother didn't ask why the bottom half my body was drenching wet, or why I was leaving footprints on the wooden floor (she usually got agitated by that). She only smiled and thanked me, telling me to go wash up.

I didn't argue against that.

"I don't understand this math equation." Cooper spoke up, pouting.

"Here, let me see." I leaned over the table, grabbing his textbook. Scanning over the page, I handed it back to him. "It's simple. You gotta find out what the x is."

"But... why? Why can't math just get over their 'x'? It's obvious that it doesn't want to be found." Cooper complained, slamming the book shut.

I snorted at his pun, but became serious afterwards. "You need to do your homework. Just because you're in seventh grade does not mean you can get away from doing work."

Cooper sighed, "But-"

"Hey buddy!"

I tensed up, hearing the snarky annoyingly husky -yes, I said husky- voice come from the left of me. I turned around, glaring at Austin. He had somehow walked up to my house and up the steps of the veranda to where Cooper and I were sitting without making noise.

"Austin, what do you want?" I raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean, 'what do I want'? Cooper and I have plans to go see a movie." Austin smirked, leaning against the railing.

"'Plans'?" I turned to my little brother, "Does Mum know about it?"

Cooper smiled cheekily at me, "Nope. That's why I was wondering if you could cover for me?"

I glared at him, "No."

"What? Why not?" Cooper pouted, locking his hands together and giving me the biggest puppy dog eyes I've ever seen him use. "Pwease? Pwetty pwease, Awwy?"

I shook my head firmly. "No."

"But-but..." Cooper scrambled around, looking at the front door before turning to Austin before turning back to me. "I'll pay you back!"

I considered it for a few minutes, "Fine."

Cooper grinned.

"But," I continued, stacking my books in a neat pile. "I'm coming with."

"What!?" Austin snapped, "No. No way."

I snorted, "Fine. Then Cooper's not going."

"Sis, you can't do that!" Cooper said.

"Yes, I can." I hissed. "It's either I go with you guys, or Cooper doesn't go at all." I raised an eyebrow at Austin, challenging him to speak up.

He sighed in annoyance, "Fine. But I don't even understand why you have to come with, you can just go with your friends or something."

I smirked, "I don't trust my thirteen-year-old brother with you." I gathered the books into my hands. "I'll be down in five minutes. Cooper, grab a jacket, it'll get chilly soon."

I opened the front door and headed upstairs. I set my books onto my desk and headed to my brother's room, handing him his textbooks. "Just so you know, we're not staying out late."

Cooper rolled his eyes but didn't say anything.

I left his room, heading back to mine to dress out of my shorts. I wore a pair of black skinny jeans to go with my navy blue V-neck and my converse. I slipped my phone into my pocket before walking downstairs, "Mum! Cooper and I are going out!"

"To where?" Mum shouted from the kitchen.

"We're kind of hungry, and we've finished our homework anyway. We'll be back before 9 o'clock!" I spun around, getting ready to head out the door as Cooper walked down the stairs, wearing a hoodie.

"Isn't that a bit late?" Mum peeped her head out of the kitchen doorway.

"Actually, we're thinking of watching a movie as well, or go to the arcade." I smiled as sweetly -and innocently- as I could. "Is that a problem, Mum?"

Mum faltered, before shaking her head. "No. Of course not." She smiled, "Be safe. And text or call if something comes up."

"Okay." I grinned, waving as Cooper and I turned around. We walked out the door, shutting it behind us.

"Ready?" Austin asked.

"Yep." Cooper smiled, walking alongside me as we walked down the steps.

"That was probably the worst movie I've ever seen in my entire life." I said as soon as Cooper, Austin and I left the theater.

"Are you kidding?" Cooper laughed, "Zaliens 4 is awesome!"

"Yeah, tell me about it!" Austin and Cooper high-fived, but I only scoffed.

"Is this why you didn't tell Mum that you were going to the movies with Austin? Because the movie that you wanted to see was for 16+?" I crossed my arm over my chest.

Cooper smiled sheepishly.

I sighed, shaking my head. "Let's go home. It's cold." I began walking, Austin and Cooper a step or two behind me as they chatted about the movie.

I rubbed my arms, goosebumps starting to appear as the wind picked up. Why was it so goddamn cold? And why didn't I bring a jacket?

As soon as I thought that, I felt weight on my shoulder. Glancing down, I stared at the black leather of the jacket. I raised my gaze, realising that it was Austin who had put it on me.

He smirked at me when I raised my eyebrow at him in question. "It's funny how you told Cooper to grab a jacket because it was going to get cold, but you didn't grab one for yourself." Austin snorted a laugh at me.

I rolled my eyes, but hugged the jacket closer to me. I didn't thank him -what? I never asked for him to give me his jacket- but I didn't resist the warmth of the jacket.

Cooper and Austin continued chatting, making my smile at their friendship despite the fact that Cooper was thirteen and Austin was eighteen.

As soon as we got home, I immediately opened the door and walked in. "Mum, we're home!"

"Dinner's in the kitchen!" Mum shouted from upstairs.

"Cool!" I ran upstairs, shrugging off the jacket and throwing it onto my bed. I turned back around and ran downstairs, seeing that the door had closed. I walked to the kitchen, only pausing slightly at the doorway when I saw Austin and Cooper at the dining table, before I joined them.

"We've warmed up cold pizza from last night, you want that or the salad that Mum made tonight?" Cooper asked, handing me a plate.

"Pizza, duh." I replied, smiling as Austin set the pizza box onto the table after the microwave beeped.

I sat in silence, listening to Austin and Cooper's conversation about various male things.

That night, after Austin left and Cooper had went to sleep, I walked out of the shower in my pajamas, ready for bed. I froze in my spot when I saw Austin's leather jacket laying there.

I grabbed it, the familiar weight of it in my hands, before drooping it over the back of my chair.

One glance at my window showed me that Austin was still awake, light peeping through his curtains. I walked over to my window, pulling my curtains shut before making my way to bed.

I switched off my lamp, letting the darkness envelope my room. Soon, I was sound asleep.

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