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I don't own anything you might recognize in this story including Austin and Ally. (The plot is very loosely based on the movie Real Steel)
"Under! Up! Up! C'mon Moon!" The crowd was roaring, chanting his name.
He had it all under control.
Austin Moon smirked as he was about to blow the last punch and bring home the big trophy. His fist hardened under the boxing glove. Before he could swing the opponent managed to hit him in the jaw.
Austin groaned at the pain. He growled and was ready to attack.
"No. Moon! Wait!" the coach yelled. The coach knew the routine. They always practiced this. Waiting for the perfect moment to end the match.
Until then, he would have to block what he could.
But, no. Being Austin Moon, the son of an abusive father, he couldn't. It was always hard for him to focus on what was happening right now. Not the past.
He kept pounding. He ignored the coach. All he could see at the moment was his father.
The opponent knew what to do. He blocked what he could and then….
The blonde sprung up in his bed. The old bed squeaked underneath him. He gasped for air and tried to calm himself down. He looked at the clock and sighed. 3:04 A.M.
No way he was going back to sleep now.
He muttered incoherent curse words to himself about his inability to sleep more than a few hours a day. He walked to his metal desk. What kind of person has a metal desk, you'd ask.
Austin Moon, that's who.
A former boxer who couldn't fully expand his skills and knowledge all because of his shitty childhood. Now, he was a robot fighter. He couldn't become a boxer so he chose to make robots and make them fight.
Kind of like a second-hand experience, he would often say to himself. But he knew it wasn't the same. He wasn't the best at robot fighting either. He had no money and robots took lots of it. And because of that he had debt piled up. He had no 'home'. He slept at his workplace.
Write that as a workplace and read it as a junkyard.
It was a pretty big space, though. Emphasis on space. No rooms. Space. He was just lucky at the fact that this thing had a bathroom.
But in all honesty, he couldn't care less. Just one successful robot, and the money would all be his.
With that thought in his head, he continued working on his latest robot.
The smell of rusty metal could be sensed from down the street. The brunette smiled slightly as she walked in the direction of where the smell was coming from.
She tightly clutched the envelope she tucked in her jacket. This had to work. It just had to.
The heels of her black leather boots made a small clicking noise against the asphalt ground. She stopped in front of the small gray building. She wasn't too fond of the smell, but she would risk a few days of struggling with the ability to smell things over failing her little mission.
She knocked on the door.
No answer.
She leaned a bit closer to the door and listened to see if a certain blonde was making his way to the door. She was met with distant hammering noises. She shrugged and tried opening the door herself.
To her surprise it was unlocked.
She swung open the door slowly and stepped in. The blonde looked up from his work and jumped at the sight of an uninvited visitor by his door. She looked familiar. She walked farther into his direction so nonchalantly, even he found it natural. She acted as if this was an everyday thing.
Walking into a stranger's house at 3AM.
She stopped in front of him and that's when he got a good look of her face. Brunette curls with highlights, warm brown eyes, rather pale skin, and rosy plump lips.
They stood in complete silence for roughly ten minutes. Both waiting for each other to speak up first.
Austin broke the silence. "You know, it's kind of ridiculous. You are the one who decided it was totally okay to break into someone's house. You are obviously here with some purpose."
She didn't reply for a moment or two. Then she spoke, "Alright, so here's the deal." which made Austin look at the girl in complete disbelief but kept quiet to hear her next words.
"What would you say if I told you I could pay for your rent here in this…place?"
"I would say thank you?"
"So do you want me to?"
"I don't even know you."
"Wow. That honestly hurts…" the girl pouted slightly. Then she moved closer to him. She didn't stop. Her face became closer and closer until their nose were almost touching. "What about now?"she asked looking into his eyes.
No words could be formed in his mind at the moment. He wanted to pull away but it was impossible to do so. Her eyes were mesmerizing.
A thought crossed his mind. No. Fucking. Way.
"Ally Dawson?"Austin croaked. He shook his head and cleared his throat and tried again. "Dawson?"
The brunette stepped away and smiled. "How are you doing, Austin Moon?"
Austin's head was swirling with thoughts and memories. Ally Dawson; the girl he had been completely in love with, the girl who he dated for two years, his best friend. Until he fucked things up.
But let's not bring that up.
"It's been five years." Austin spoke quietly. Then with a few seconds of hesitation, he pulled the girl into a hug. "It's been five years." he repeated more angrily into her hair this time.
Ally scoffed as she hugged the blonde back. "You say that as if I betrayed you or something. You're the one who cheated, Moon."
Austin felt a huge wave of guilt coming towards him. "The day coach told me that I should look for another passion… I got drunk, it wasn't my intention, I swear."
"Heard that five years ago." Ally muttered bitterly. She pulled away leaned on one of the chairs and watched him fiddle with his screwdriver in his hands. She chuckled.
"Well, we were 17. I think we've both matured enough to forget it." Ally said. Austin's blood boiled at her words but couldn't really comment on her words because he was the one making her say that.
He should've moved on, really. But she has been on his mind for years. He really loved her and he still did.
"So," Ally cleared her throat to get his attention. "Here's the deal." She repeated her words from minutes before.
It might be confusing to some. Things will clear up every chapter.
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