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AUSTIN'S POV

Nobody knows how hard it is to be in love with someone who doesn't even care about you. So in love in fact, that everything you ever do is for that person. In case you didn't know, I'm talking about Ally Dawson. We used to be best friends. Tell each other everything. But that all changed about three years ago.

Our whole story started when we were little. Our parents had been good friends since college. Me and Ally met each other when we were about four years old. We would do everything together. Our parents lived right across from each other on a dead end street. We had a secret fort that we worked together to build in the woods behind my house that we would sneak out to all the time. Although it wasn't really sneaking out, because both of our parents knew about it. And if they didn't see us, they knew we were in the fort.

Anyway, we would have so many adventures back there. It was our place to get away from reality. If one of us was having a bad day, we would meet up at the fort. We would sometimes pretend to be king and queen of the castle(fort) and tell everyone what to do. We got to make the rules. We got to create and live out our dreams and fantasies in that place.

Nobody except me and her ever knew about it. Other than our parents, but they knew how special it was to us, so they never once went down there to bother us. Trish and Dez, our closest friends, never even heard about it. They still don't, and we are Juniors in high school.

So many memories took place there. One of them being my first kiss. When we used to pretend to be king and queen, we would always kiss each other goodbye when it was time to go home. Although it didn't mean that much considering we were less than eight years old. Though it kind of became a habit after that. Even if we weren't pretending, it was a little peck on the lips to say goodbye. That habit stopped after about fourth grade though, when the 'cooties' rumor started going around. Everyday we would still regularly visit the fort, until middle school, then our visits to the old place gradually decreased.

School work, new friends, sports, they all became new priorities. We were still close friends at the time, but society, and social class were slowly drawing us away from each other. We hardly ever noticed. I became one of the more popular people, where as Ally worked her way to the 'nerd' category as most would call it. Though I would never think of her like that.

By the eighth grade we were no longer meeting at the fort. It was just a piece of the past, left to be forgotten. When we would see each other in the hall, I might offer a small smile or wave and she would return it, but nothing more. Even those small gestures disappeared over time. One particular time when we were in the cafeteria, I was sitting with a bunch of people that I can hardly call friends. Everyone was talking and laughing, mostly about other people that weren't in the same social class, and at first I was listening to them occasionally throwing in a 'yeah', 'uh huh' or a chuckle to make them think I was interested. But honestly I couldn't care less about they were talking about. Because I was looking past the people at my table to see a small and shy brunette girl sitting by herself at a nearby table.

Immediately I tuned out of their conversation, and became completely focused on the girl I once called my best friend. I was so tempted to get up and walk over to sit with her, but knowing my position as the 'king of the eighth grade', most people would probably think less of me for that. For some reason, I cared too much about that position at that time to do anything to risk it. So I stayed put.

I wondered if she even remembered who I was, considering we hadn't had a real conversation in close to two years. Truth was, she was on my mind all the time. I felt so bad that she wasn't ever noticed by anyone. But I noticed her. We used to pretend that we were both popular, an everyone loved us. That's when the whole 'king and queen of the castle' thing came to be. But now, here I am, the so called 'King' without my queen next to me.

So that's how middle school carried on. But everything took a sharp turn for the worst when we approached high school. Even still, Ally and I hadn't talked. We still lived right across the street from each other, and yet I still had no nerve to walk over and say anything.

High school was torture. Ally stopped being outgoing, even with her 'nerd' friends. She stopped showing up to class on time, stopped doing class work or any work in general. Her once bright and floral clothes were replaced by old jeans and sweatshirts. I never knew what exactly was going on with her, but I knew something was wrong. And that was the torture for me.

I decided that since I was still Mr. Cool to the rest of the school population, I would just ask around to find out what was going on with her. I had to make it subtle though or people would think that I cared about her. Which I did care for her, but people would make fun of me if they knew. High school was so complicated. As I asked I found out that she was being bullied by a group of people that I knew closely. I went to talk to them. I tried to keep myself together though.

"So guys, uh, what have you been doing to this uh, Dawson girl lately?" I asked lazily in lunch.

Dallas, the tall brown-haired guy answered. "Too much stuff to keep track of bro" he laughed with his other friends. "But today we just filled up this whoopee cushion with egg salad and put it on her seat, Look guys! She's about to sit on it!" He whisper-yelled while holding in fits of laughter.

Wow, these guys were SO mature. I was hoping that Ally being the smart person that she is, would see it and move it before sitting, but unfortunately, she had her headphones in and was looking at her iPod and sat right down on the nasty mess of exploding food. At that point, Dallas, Nathan, Zack, and Nick were rolling on the floor belting out with laughter. I felt so bad for her as she officially became the laughing stock of the cafeteria. She cried as she fled the lunchroom to the girls bathroom. I held back my brewing anger towards Dallas and the gang. I wish I could send myself back to that fort in the woods right now and just be six years old again when nothing bad ever happened. That was the day I decided that I was done being on their side. I was going to fight for Ally and stop playing the charade of my life as the coolest guy in school.

So what did you think? Should I continue? Is it good? Bad? Let me know! I will try to to update often, but there's a lot of writing involved with this one, so it may not be sad often as my other stories. Review please!