So...my brain decided I should start a new story. Stupid brain :( As if I don't have enough.

Anywho, I have been wanting to do this for a while. In case you didn't fully read the summary (I do that a lot so you're not alone), yes this story is based off a movie.

You Again is a great movie and very funny so that's why this story is more on the humorous side, which is something that I have some trouble writing about sometimes because if you've been reading Bus Boy...you'd know.

I'm going to try to make it somewhat like the movie. So I jotted down some similarities and differences that I want to do so I kind of have it figured out although I am kinda writing it as I go. I wish I actually had the movie so I could watch it again before I wrote this…

Alright I think I'm done rambling for now. Here's the first chapter :)

P.S. There might be someone you recognize from my other stories so keep your eyes open…;)

Ally's POV

It was funny how fate worked.

You just so happen to be at the right place at the right time, and it dawns on you that how in a few seconds your life could change- good or bad. And when it's good, things will start to look up. Then this happens.

2006

"We are the champions, my friends,

And we will keep fighting till the end…" sang Kira Starr as her and her many minions carried me outside

"We are the champions,

We are the champions," they continue to sing. A few seconds later I find myself outside in the parking lot of Marino High with the doors locked, but that didn't stop from singing loudly so I could hear through the glass.

"No time for losers." She put her hand up and shaped an L on her forehead.

"Cause we are the champions…

Of the world." She turned her back and started to walk away, everyone else following her and laughing.

I desperately banged on the glass window, knowing it was useless because the bell had just rung and I knew for certain Kira wasn't coming back. So I gathered my stuff together and sat on the sidewalk, putting my hand on my jawbone, unsure what to do.

Suddenly my heart melted a little when I saw him. He had to be one of the most popular boys in my whole school (which wasn't saying anything really considering Marino High wasn't that big): Austin Moon. He had just came out of his car, late. This was an unusual occasion because he was never late.

I had liked Austin Moon since middle school. I remember once I tried out for the cheerleader squad. I tried my hardest to keep up with the other girls but when I saw Austin in the football field, running with the football close to him. I looked at him. He was so perfect.

But reality hit me when one of the girls kicked my mouth hard, causing me to descent to the ground and hold it in pain. And in case you were wondering, no, I never became a cheerleader.

Anyway, I noticed his blond hair was matted. He must have realized it too because he quickly put a hat on. I smiled. He had a big ego back then. When Austin shut the door of his car he made his way past me without saying anything. I caught a whiff of his cologne and I thought I might fall over.

I was so caught up in my thoughts about how much I wanted this boy to be mine that I didn't realize he was trying to open on the door.

Clearing my throat, not being able to process that I was actually talking to him, I said, "The door is locked." Obviously smart one, I scowled myself. The funny thing was that I was actually smart. I was in honors, and I guess in this day and age when you're smart people think something was wrong with you. But I was starting to realize it wasn't how smart I was, it was the way I looked:

Glasses, pimples, braces...the typical nerd starter pack.

"Were you late as well?" he asked.

I wanted to tell him that I had been literally picked up and thrown out of the school but I decided against it. He and Kira were friends, and I didn't want to hear the whole Kira would never do that lecture. Especially not from him. "Er...yeah," I said slowly. I was always a terrible liar.

He looked somewhat amused as he eyebrow raised as if he didn't believe me; as if he just knew I was lying straight to his face.

"Alright, then," he said quickly, pulling out something from his pocket.

"What's that?"

"A paper clip," he answered. "I'm gonna try to pick the lock." His hazel eyes sparkled as if he was such a rebel. Turning his back to me, I stood up and watched him try to pick the lock, and believe it or not he actually managed to do it. He opened the door for me like any gentleman would and I thanked him quietly, my heart melting even more.

We parted ways to our different classes. I knew the only other time I would see him was at lunch. I was a junior and he was a senior, which ironically was best friends with my brother Elliot. I never told him about my huge crush on Austin and I wanted to keep it that way.

Later that day lunch came around and I always sat alone. I couldn't sit with Elliot because he sat unknowingly with all the people that bullied me. Once I got my lunch and now on my way to sit down, Kira was drinking her juice as she passed me with a smirk on her face.

I watched her go, still walking. If would have just focused on what was ahead of what happened would have. What happened? Well, I bumped into someone, spilling all of my food on them. Austin Moon out of all people.

I let out a gasp of surprise, my voice coming out high and squeaky. Noodles, bracli, fruit and a brownie stained his t-shirt. Everyone burst out laughing in the cafeteria. There was only a few that didn't laugh. And by a few I meant Austin, Elliot, and me.

"Ready for the game?" Elliot asked me excitedly, leaning on my door frame.

I nodded. "Just let me get changed." I was part of the basketball game. It was the first game of the year and I was a little nervous.

Sort of.

I was the school mascot.

The manatee.

Oh the humanatee these days.

Hehe.

It was the first game of the year and I was a little nervous. I don't even know why I was so nervous because all I had to do in the game was just be a manatee and dance around, supporting the game. It wasn't a hard job, really; the only real problem I had was it was 1) it was really hot and 2) Kira was a cheerleader. And she knew who was behind the manatee costume. This made me even more anxious.

It wasn't long in the game when I did something dumb for the second day because of her.

The game was going quite smoothly until I heard her yell "get out of my way". I stumbled backwards and straight into Elliot, who was about to make the basket. Only when I took the manatee mask was when I realized I was the reason he didn't make the basket. I was the reason his team lost. And I felt terrible.

I saw Kira approaching me. "Nice going Dawson," she growled, about to leave but she turned back. "And by the way, you looked prettier with the mask on!"

Then she walked away, leaving me in tears.

Later that night I was laying in bed, thinking about what I could say. Elliot had ignored me after the game. He didn't seem angry, more disappointed. I leaned over the years of being his sister. He was a guy of many faces, and I could tell the difference between his angry one and disappointed one.

Suddenly I sat up when I heard little footsteps running up stairs. "You come back here mister!" I heard my mother laugh as the footsteps increased, and I inferred they belonged to her.

I smiled when I saw my little brother quickly running into my room with only a diaper on.

Yeah, I was the middle child. It wasn't so bad. Sure Patrick was a pain at times I loved him a lot. He was a...surprise. Two years before Mom and Dad thought they were going to be empty nesters in a few years, Pat came along. Let's just say that Mom and Dad went out for a "romantic evening", had more than one sips of wine, rented a hotel, and...yeah. Mom was as shocked at I was. I was the first to find out. Being the only other girl in the house I took her to get a pregnancy test, and sure enough it came out positive. I was going to have a sibling. When she told Elliot he was really excited, I was excited, too. Dad looked like he didn't know what to think, but he than smiled and hugged her. I was worried we were going to have to move because we only had three rooms but we made room. Of course Patrick roomed with me and Elliot, being the older sibling, got a room to himself.

Patrick looked a lot like me. At least that's what everyone said. When you looked at him carefully one could clearly tell that we were related. He had that same brown hair and doe eyes that I had. But his personality was completely different.

As Patrick caught his breath, he gave me a signal to be quiet. I smiled and nodded, and he hid behind me.

"Oh where oh where is Patrick?" Mom asked, obviously knowing where he was. "Ally, have you seen my youngest son?" she said as she entered my room.

"Not at all," I smirked. This was normal for us, by the way. I heard Patrick giggle.

"Are you sure?" Mom asked, amusement in her eyes as she got closer and scooped Patrick up. "Got you!"

"No Mommy! I don't wanna take a bath!" Patrick giggled in protest.

"C'mon now, the water is already getting cold."

I followed them into the bathroom, deciding to talk to Mom about Elliot. "Hey, Mom," I said, knocking gently on the door. I heard the cloth ring out and I knew by now she was scrubbing Patrick's belly clean.

"Yes sweetie?" she asked and I entered the bathroom.

I leaned against the sink. "I feel like such a screw up," I'm murmured. I was angry at myself. "About the game, I mean."

"Oh honey," she smiled, "we all make mistakes. I'm sure Elliot will forgive you. Just talk to him. He's in the tree house I'm sure."

I sighed. "Okay. Talking things out will be better than just sitting here in feel bad," I thought aloud.

"Good luck. And remember, no matter what he is your brother and he will always love you. As I will." She kissed my hand.

Smiling, I made my way out of the bathroom and downstairs where Dad was reading the newspaper, and into the backyard and up the tree house, where I found Elliot. He was tossing his basketball up and down.

I took a breath. "Hey," I said softly.

"Hey," he said, not turning his back.

Frowning, I sat next to him. "What are you up to?" I knew I should have apologized right there, but I couldn't seem to find the right words.

"Nothing. Thinking," he said hasily.

I frowned again, nudging him, deciding I should start apologizing for something that could have been avoided if it weren't for a certain someone. "Look, I'm sorry. I...I know how important that game was to you. Especially being the first day of the year, that's big and...and I should have stood up to those girls that called me ugly…"

He immediately looked up when I said that. "Which girls where calling you ugly, Ally?" he demanded, dropping his basketball.

If I told him it was Kira he wouldn't believe me. Everyone, I including the ones that bullied me, thought she was perfect. "No. No I-" I began to protest but he cut me off by standing up.

"Because I can take care of them right now," he said sternly. I knew he could do it. He was always looking out for me. But that was mainly back in middle school. I no longer told him about how terrible I felt. I decided to keep it all in.

"It's not going to change anything, okay?" I mumbled. "You look the way you look. They're right anyways."

"Ally, look at me," he said.

My eyes met his and I can't tell you how much his words changed the way I looked at myself.

"If only you can see how amazing you are," he whispered. "If only you didn't beat yourself up for things that wasn't your fault. I just wish you could believe in yourself like everyone believes in you. Because once you learn to love yourself, it's harder for those girls to get to you. You'll be a harder target. When someone calls you a name or does anything- mentally or physically- make sure to smile and say thank you."

I thought about his words all that night. And truth be told till this day I still do.

As always, Elliot was right. When I started to push away my insecurities and focused on the things that really mattered I became more confident.

So, from then on, I stopped caring what people thought. Everyday I reminded myself that it was a new day. I used Elliot's strategy to get me through the rest of high school. I was still bullied, but when I said thank you they would look at me like I had grown a second head and leave me alone. Later in life I ditched the glasses and got contacts, and my time was finally up for my braces.

When I received my diploma I couldn't stop smiling. After that was prom, where I didn't have a date but I went with the few friends I had. It was fun. When I saw Austin spinning around some girl I got this sad feeling in the pit of my stomach knowing that I was never going to see him again.

But here I was today, in 2016, in this horrible situation I was in, I ruined my brothers wedding, ruined my chances with Austin that I thought I could've had; and somehow along the road I found Kira Starr in my house in the middle of the night eating oreos and spray cheese, asking for forgiveness.

If you want to hear all that happened in the last two weeks, you'll have to bear with me.

Because it's a long story.

Finally I'm done! I hope you liked this. I know it doesn't have much Auslly right now but it will pinky promise *holds up pinky*

On a side note, WHO'S EXCITED THAT PATRICK IS IN THIS STORY? MEEEE! If I were to have one of my OC's knock on my door it'd with out a doubt be Patrick Dawson.

If you've ever seen You Again please let me know in your review! :)