Allie's POV

Deep breath, inhale, exhale, relax. I could not help the small panic attack as the plane landed shakily on the runway. I felt my hand, that was clasped to the armrest so tightly my hand turned white, be covered with another, warmer hand. I looked over to see my best friend, Prall, smiling at me. I felt so stupid and weak beside my careless best friend who was scared of nothing.
Tall, fearless and beautiful, of course I would be jealous. Prall had been my best friend since I was 6, when I first moved to Georgia. Now she even offered to move with me for the rest of our high school career with my Dad on the other side of the country no less. Just so I wouldn't be lonely. Prall has to be the best friend anyone could ask for. She's amazing.

Prall's POV

It's safe to say the only thing I care about anymore these days, is Allie. She's the exact opposite of me, helps balance me perfectly. She doesn't know though. I can't even tell my best friend my darkest secret. It hurts to know how much she trust me and I can't tell her the one thing that matters the most.
Allie told me everything about her. Everything she remembered from her hometown. Her Dad who she hadn't seen in 10 year. She was only 16, and her Dad never got to be with her for the important parts of her life. Like her first Prom. It was sophomore year and two guys asked us, they were best friends too so we kind of double dated. Her Dad was never there to comfort her after sophomore year. He doesn't even know. He never will. As we landed I could tell my friend was having a minor panic attack. She always gets them. Since the accident when we were 12. He wasn't there either. Didn't even come visit her during the recovery.
Allie still loves her Dad though. She tends to see the best in people, ignore the rest of the world. I think it's her way of coping with it. Everything. Just blocking it out. Pretending to be completely ignorant to it. She would forgive so easily, not even asking for an apology. She's the exact opposite of me. She's amazing.

Allie's POV

As soon as we are off the plane, I run, baggage claim, check-in. I just want to see him. My dad. Prall doesn't like him. Because he sent me to live with my aunt for 10 years and never saw me, but I know why. He was going through a rough time and he couldn't take care of me. It's not his fault, he's just really busy, he's the only vet in Beacon Hills. That's something I take after my Dad. I love helping things. Animals, people, whichever. That's what I want to do with my life. Be a vet or a Doctor. I think Dad would be proud of me for that. Prall was following behind me, taking her sweet time. I smiled at her and did my pleading puppy dog eyes. I might have gray eyes, but it still worked. It was so much easier the one time I wore brown contacts. She sighed and sped up to a normal pace, joining me in the rental car area.
"Convertible or Truck?" I asked looking back, but Prall wasn't behind me. I looked back to the cars to see her already walking to the truck. She was twirling the keys in her hands and skipping slightly which made me laugh. She was so weird. I followed her, putting my bags into the truck bed before joining her in the passenger seat. I turned on the radio as she revved the engine and quickly found our station.
"You know that I'm a crazy bitch!
I do what I want when I feel like it!
And all I wanna do is lose control!
But you don't really give a shit
You don't let it go let it go with
Cuz you're fucking crazy rockin'n'roll
You said hey, what's your name
It took one look and now I'm not the same
You said hey and since that day,
You stole my heart and you're the one to blame
And that's why I smile
It's been a while, since everyday and everything has felt this right
And now you turning all around
And suddenly you're all I need the reason why
I-I smile!" We sang loudly, rolling down the windows and busting out in laughter. Prall couldn't stop laughing and took like five wrong turns. Idiot. After a 30 minute drive, that is usually 15 minutes, we arrived at the Clinic. Giggling loudly we stumbled into the office, tripping multiple time. i instantly sobered up when I saw him. My Dad. A huge grin Spread on my face as I jumped into his arms. He awkwardly hugged me back.
"Hey Dad!" I said, pulling away from the awkward hug. His face stayed confused for a second, then recognition replace the look.
"Allie! OH my goodness you're so beautiful all grown up honey!" he said, but his tone wasn't truly happy. It, like his smile seemed forced. I frowned for half a moment before beaming again.
"Yeah. I have changed a lot. Dyed my hair and all," I said referring to the not-so-noticable dark blue that looked as if I painted it against the ends of my hair. He nodded and looked at Prall, who was kind of glaring at him. I frowned at her and sent her a 'be-nice' look. She sighed, rolling her eyes and stepped forward.
"Dad this is Prall, my bestest friend in the world. Prall meet Alan Deaton, my Dad."

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