A/N- I'm back! Here's my new story! I've got the next chapter typed up too, so I might post that today too. I'm excited about this story, and know where i'm going with it, which makes a change from my other stories... But I'm really hoping you guys enjoy this one, I think it may end up being my favorite one to write if it goes as I picture it.

So guys I hope you like it!

Here is Be Myself!


"What do you want for breakfast?" A middle aged man asks the short teenager as she enters the kitchen. The teen simply points to the box of cereal, as she has done – every day- for the past seven years. "Ally, hunnie, please talk…I haven't heard your voice in so long." This is the same thing that would happen every day. The same words spoken each and every morning, but always with the same amount of hope behind them. A fathers hope never dies.

"Morning Mr Dawson!" Another teen greets entering the room.

"Trish how many times do I have to tell you to call me Lester?"

"Sorry Lester, I keep forgetting." She smiles sweetly at her best friends dad. "Morning Ally! What's for breakfast today?" Ally is Trish's only friend, being friends with the girl who never talks doesn't exactly get a que of people lining up to be her friend. But, she isn't willing to give up on her friendship, she remembers what she was like before, she would talk non-stop all the time, most of the time she would get told to shut up. Then one day she came over in the morning, as she did every morning, and Ally didn't talk and hasn't done since. "It's seven years today." She didn't need to say anything else, Lester knew it wasn't about some silly event or celebrity anniversary. He simply nods.

"Hey man, gutted to be back here?" A guy wearing a leather jacket, Dez, walks over to his mate, who's also wearing one.

"Couldn't summer just be longer?" They do their handshake.

"Like the whole year?"

"Exactly, I don't see why that's so hard." He says with a shrug, as he watches Ally and Trish walk past him. "Hey Ally, Trish," he says to them, Trish smiles at him slightly, Ally looks at him and blushes lightly, they continue to walk without saying a word. "You know, Ally hasn't talked to me for the past five years, rather she's never talked to me, I don't know what I did wrong."

"Dude, why do you care? You have every girl falling at your feet." His friend pushes his shoulder.

"Exactly…so why not her?"

"Hey, which babe are we talking about guys?"

"Hey Elliot, and Ally, you know Trish's friend, Austin here doesn't know what he's done for her to never talk to him."

Elliot laughs, "idiots, she hasn't spoken to anyone in years. Not Trish, not her family, no one."

"Not a word?" Austin asks, Elliot shakes his head, this brown hair staying perfectly still because of the hair gel. "Well I need a pass time, and getting her to talk seems like a challenge."

"You want to be the first one she talks to?"

"Yep."

"Won't that kinda ruin your bad boy image?"

"Nope, I'll always be the best bad boy this school has ever had." He says as they walk to class.


"Well the school food hasn't got any better over the summer, right Ally?" Trish asks as she places her burger back on her try after taking a single bite. Her friend gives her a small smile and opens her water. Trish sighs, "Well, I'm staying after school for art, already after school sessions, I know, horrible right? But anyway, you alright to go home by yourself?" Her only friend simply nods. Seven years without talking, seven years, still nothing. Trish only wishes that she knew why Ally doesn't talk, if she knew maybe she could help, or something, anything.

"So Austin, you have any idea on how to get her to talk yet?" Elliot asks.

"You going to use your bad boy charm?" Dez asks with a wink.

"Nah, I'm going to go for a different approach."

"Oh really?" Elliot makes a confused facial expression. "Then what is that approach?"

"I don't know yet," he lied. Lucky for him he is a great liar, his friends just nodded and continued to eat.

He had decided that since she didn't talk, and say he failed, she wouldn't be able to tell anyone stuff that he said. He got excited at the thought of being able to talk to someone who you know for certain won't tell others. This bad boy thing, it's an act, not that anyone notices. It started as a way of getting his parents attention, it didn't work, but it worked on other students at school, he suddenly had friends, he wasn't willing to let that go, so he stuck with it. But with her, there's a chance he'll be able to be himself, it's not as if she'll go around telling people.


Walking back to his house after school Austin spots Ally. "Hey Ally," Austin says catching up to her. She looks to him and blushes. "Well, it looks like you blush easily," the blush on her cheeks darkens causing him to smile but her to look to the ground. "I'm Austin by the way, in case you didn't know," she nods.

An idea pops into his head, "do you have a mobile?" She shakes her head. What teenager doesn't have a mobile? He wonders. He gets that she doesn't talk but she could still text and stuff. He pulls his out of his pocket, "well then we can use mine," he unlocks his phone and places it in her hand. "You can type the answers to my questions." She looks down at the phone then to him confusion written all over her face. Really, has no one tried this with her, he mentally rolls his eyes, "I'm guessing you don't know how to use this. Here," he opens up a notes app, "okay so now you type." She looks at him uncertainly but decides to wait for his questions. He had never talked to her, she doesn't understand why he has now started, but it's nice for her to have someone new talking to her, even if she won't talk back. "Are you okay?"

She looks to the phone and types a simple, yes. She give him a small smile but the smile doesn't reach her eyes, it never does these days, but people seemed to get use to it and not look into it too much.

He smiles at her, though he notices that the smile isn't reaching her eyes. His smile is about the fact that he is the first one she is communicating with for years. He tilts his head slightly, "is that the truthful answer?" He asks carefully, she looks at him, in the eyes, "it's okay, I won't tell anyone what you say-sorry type," that made a small smile appear on her face.

She bites her lip, but then looks to the phone and types. People normally accept that answer, they've got use to it. You will too.

"That's a no then?" she nods. "Well, I don't like false answers, so no more lying, okay?" She nods slightly. "How long has it been since you stopped talking?" He asks curiously.

Seven years.

"Well, I'm impressed. I couldn't keep my mouth shut that long!" He gives her a big smile, which she returns, and types on the phone again.

Thank you.

"For what?" She hands him the phone and points to the house they are now standing outside of, "This is your house?" She nods, "okay, well I'll talk at you tomorrow then," she smiles at him. "Bye Ally." He smiles and starts to walk away as she walks into her house.


It's the next morning, and Austin heads off in the direction of Ally house. When he reaches the house, he knocks the door.

Lester looks around confused, Ally is here, Trish is here, he has no idea who it could be this early in the morning. Nonetheless, he walks to the door and answers it to reveal a boy in all black, black skinny jeans, black top, black leather jacket. Not the type of guy he thought he would ever find on his door step. "Uh, can I help you?"

"Hey, nice to meet you, I'm Austin," He offers his hand for him to shake. He is shocked by the gesture, he hadn't expected him to have good manners. "I was wondering if Ally was ready for school?" He gives him a confused look.

"Ally? As in Ally Dawson?"

"Yeah, is this not the right house?" He questions starting to feel a little awkward.

"Yeah-uh- yes it is. Uh, come in." He says opening the door wider, still slightly shocked and confused. "Kitchen is straight down the hall, she's in there."

He nods, "cheers Mr Dawson."

"No problem, go on through," he smiles and follows him.

"Morning Ally-oh hey Trish, what are you doing here?" She looks at him confused too, is that the only look these people can pull. As he looks to Ally she gives him a small smile and wave.

"I'm here every morning," she says as if stating the obvious. "Better question is, what are you doing here?"

"I came to walk Ally to school, and I guess you now too." Ally smiles, stands up and picks up her bag, signalling she's ready to go. "Well I take it you're ready then," he smiles at her, and hands her his phone. Trish and Lester look between the two even more confused as she accepts it. "Are you coming Trish?" He asks.

She blinks a couple of times, "uh yeah, yeah sure, lets, uh go?" She asks more that states. The three head out of the house leaving a very confused Lester behind.

"Why did you give Ally your phone?" Trish asks as they walk.

"Why are you speaking as though she isn't right in-between us?"

"When did you start caring?"

"I want to get to know her."

"She won't talk to you, so how do you plan on doing that?" He goes to reply, but as he turns to face her he catches what Ally typed on his phone.

Please, don't tell.

He looks into her pleading eyes, and decides to ignore Trish's question.


It's lunch and Austin notices Ally is sitting by herself for a minute, he walks over to her and places his phone on the table as he sits next to her. She looks up to see him and picks up his phone. "Why didn't you want Trish to know you're using my phone to talk slash write to me?" He asks quietly.

She'd ask why I don't talk.

"What makes you think I won't?"

You won't, you'll let me tell you if I want to.

"Why'd you think that? I'm the bad boy, remember?"

If you were going to ask me why, you would have already.

He smiles at her, "You're a smart girl aren't you?" She shrugs and blushes. "You really are easy to make blush," he winks before taking his phone and heading back to his table. A smile planted on his face, and hers.


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