This is my second fanfic. I know I know… I probably should finish up what I've already got on my plate… but I've been itching to tell this story. Don't worry I'll finish up with it pitchy keen. Oh yeah, I HAVE been waiting. Squeeeeee! And, relax. I hope you likey! No, like seriously, I hope you LIKE it.


Dallas. The whackjob that never knows how to put a lid on it. Apparently he hooked up with some girl last week and now he goes on and on nonstop talking about her. He'd talk about her smile, her eyes… he'd even talk about what she had for breakfast. Which is a bit creepy if you'd ask me.

Somehow every topic of every conversation leads to her, and it's driving me crazy. I lift my head from the crook of my elbow to see him grinning, the ends of his smile practically stretching to his earlobes. He's supposed to be telling Dez and me some story he's already said about a million times. I'm saying he's supposed to because neither of us was listening. I watch Dez slowly doze off closing his eyes in slits, having his hand set absent-mindedly in a bowl of Mac and cheese. Yes, it was that boring. Dez and I have suffered through this torture for a whole week. 7 days, 168 hours, 10,080 minutes, 604,800 seconds. Say it however you want but it won't make a difference.

"So she said she wanted some pickles but I said we should have chips instead, and then she says-"

"What about pickled chips?" I finish blankly.

He laughs like a total maniac. "Yeah, how did you know that?" he wipes a stray tear from the corner of his eye.

"This is the seventy ninth time you're saying this. And yes I am counting." I frown. "I don't even get it. There's nothing funny about that"

"Seriously? Seventy ninth?"

I nod. Dallas shifts his gaze to Dez. "Are my stories really that boring?" he pokes him in the shoulder.

"You tell me" I stand up.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Somewhere else. Where I don't have to listen to your droning"

"Wait, we can work this out. Just take a seat first."

I peer at him suspiciously.

"I swear I won't say a single word about her."

I'm still suspicious though.

"Really!" He stresses.

I sit. Dallas wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, looking at me with a thoughtful stare. For a second back there I thought he was about to say something theorist. If at all meaningful.

"Dude, are you jealous?" The words escape from his lips swiftly. Neither theorist nor meaningful.

"What?"

He rests his hand on my shoulder lightly. "C'mon don't play dumb. I know how you must feel right now"

"If your answer is alarmed and confused, then you're right" I shrug his hand off my shoulder.

He ignores me. "You feel hurt that your best friend is being taken away from you… and you're jealous. Really jealous of my girlfriend" his lips break into a cynical smile.

"I'm not jealous of anyone. And you promised not to mention your girlfriend again"

"But you just mentioned her now so we're even. Deal off."

It's so like Dallas to always find a loophole.

"I'm out of here" I stand up again.

"Alright, alright. I'll just get to the point. I want you to meet her"

"No thanks. I want you to stop talking about her now you want me to meet her? That's like giving your money to a burglar so he doesn't steal it"

"So how does tomorrow sound like?" Dallas ignores. "Or maybe the next? You know what; anytime you feel like would be A –Okay"

"How about never" I say dryly.

"Come on" He whined.

I walk out of the café but the lunatic is still stalking me on the street. "Please, please, please" he begged.

"No!" I deadpanned but he doesn't budge. And he's driving me totally nuts.

"Okay!" I cave in. "Let's make a deal. If I say yes, will you leave me alone and go bug someone else?"

"Likewise"

"Then yes. Now scram"

He holds his two hands up in defense. "Don't be so hard on me, bro. We're all friends here"

"You won't be one for long if you don't disappear" I retort before I turn my back on him with my hands pocketed and walked away.

"Austin, wait." He calls.

I rear my head around to catch a glimpse of him.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

I give him a confused look.

"Dez?"

My eyes shot open. We actually forgot him in the café. And that's one heck of a bill we left there. Eat in a place like that and try to dodge a bill, you'd get shot with a non fatal dart and wake up a few hours later chained to a dishwasher and you'd wash dishes in a basement for practically the rest of your life. Forever's a long while and Dez won't be so happy with us. Plus he owes me money… and I must say his TV's really awesome.

I turn around. "Let's go"

Dallas produces an exaggerated sigh. "Looks like I'm broke so I'll just be on my way and 'leave you alone'" He rephrases me with a smirk.

Damn! He found another loophole.

"Smartass" I mumble under my breath walking back to the café, this time alone.

The bell above the door jingles as I make a re-entrance into the room. I scan the room until my gaze rests on a mess of ginger hair. I walk over to Dez, who is still sleeping, this time his face plastered on the cheese coated macaroni. I shake him furiously.

"Dez, wake up!"

He lifts his face from the sticky mess. "Oh man" he wiped his face with a napkin. "Where's Dallas?"

"He had to leave"

"Thank goodness"

I close my eyes in slits for a while in thought, "You know what, Dez, and we can't keep going on like this. Some no named girl out there is eating up our friend and we've got to stop it"

"How?"

"I'm going to get her out of the picture. For good"

"How?" he repeated.

I was planning on skipping out on Dallas and his precious little girlfriend then come up with a fib later, but I'm just realizing how good an opportunity this is. "I'll meet her … and make sure things between her and Dallas go downhill from there"

"Well, we will be free from Count Dorkula's stupid tales, but isn't that I little, I don't know, evil?"

"Whatever. It's what has to be done." I turn my back on him. "And I'll do it."


"Oh man. I can't wait for you to meet her. You'll love her!" Dallas resounded for the tenth time tonight, patting my back. I flick a yellow tinted leaf off my shoulder then re pocketed my hands in my jacket.

"I don't think so" I say dryly.

"Whatever" he starts to hum and tap his feet rhythmically. Then he checks his phone anxiously. "She told me she'd meet me here about now"

"Aren't you supposed to pick her up?"

"Well, that ruins the surprise… plus my dad cut my allowance so I'm short on fuel" he muttered.

"How romantic" I tease, sarcasm dripping from my tone.

He pushes me. "Hey look, there she comes!" He points at a distance.

I see a small figure approach us. As she gets closer, I study each detail of her. She's wearing black leather heeled boots that reach up to her knees, a cotton white sweater and a pair of gray leggings. She's also wearing a black leather jacket and her gleaming chocolate brown eyes take my breath away, her caramel locks cascade down her shoulders like a waterfall. She's beautiful. The only value Dallas finds relevant in a girl. And I'd be lying if I said she didn't look amazing. Just like a supermodel that walked straight out of a magazine.

Dallas steps in. "Ally I'd like you to meet Austin. Austin, this is Ally"

Ally… the name drips off my tongue like honey.

"Hi" She waves at me. But I don't reply. Instead, I turn on my heel and walk away. "What's wrong with him?" I hear her ask Dallas.

"Oh, he's just the grumpy type. Nothing much. Hey, we've got a movie to watch. Let's go" Dallas replies huskily.

I turn my head to see Dallas wrap his arm around her shoulder and lead her away. Just before they walk away, she looks back at me and our eyes lock for a second, then I turn again, determined not to look back again.

I walk back home, taking in the cool late September night breeze. I kick some stray stones and twigs on the sidewalk, trying to keep out the quiet. I reach my house and take a pause in front of the masonry door, letting out a sigh before I open it with the house key. I pass the kitchen where my mum calls me. "Austin, sweetie. Where have you been?" She smiles. "Come on and have dinner"

"I'm not hungry" I answer coldly, bounding up the stairs without a second look. I hear my dad sigh and I can imagine the disheartened looks on their faces. But I've gotten used to it all. I've gotten used to being cold and alone. Ever since my ex-girlfriend Cassidy died in a tragic car accident, there's been this big void hole in my heart I don't think will ever be whole again. I shut everybody out. Friends and family. No exceptions. I don't believe in love. Not anymore. It only succeeded in tearing me apart. Bit by bit.

I sprawl on my bed and stare at the blank white ceiling. I'm trying to get her out of my head. I replay over and over again our one-sided conversation, stalling to savor the sweet sound of her voice. I can remember her amazing eyes and rosy lips, like it's a picture. Everything about her is gnawing at my soul and I have to stop this. I don't want to lose myself again. Plus she's Dallas' girl. I don't want things to get more complicated than they already are. And my life's messed up enough. I close my eyes and the darkness seeps in again.


I'm sorry if the story sucks. If you think I should just stop now or I should finish it up, please let me know. But REEEEEEEAAAAAAALLLLLLY hope you like it. I'm about to go on Netflix and watch Once Upon A Time but I want to leave one more thing.

Question: Would you rather kiss a frog or your Social Studies teacher?

Please reply and Let me know. I'm not really sure what I'd go with. Teacher perhaps…. Then I'd boil my lips with antiseptic later.

Bye! Love you guys to shreds! Please review! P.s. Rumpelstiltskin's really a badass. Sorry for the language. I wonder what Emma's going to do next.

Sorry I got carried away. Please review anyway. Love. You. Guys.