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Hey, there. :) So, here I am, little me, with ANOTHER story to give y'all. I think you should be thankful. Y'know, unless you hate me, and you just want to throw stones at me. Either way is fine. :D

Anyway, this story will be an Auslly fic, a multi-chap, in honor of #LOUDer coming out, and more specifically, the song "One Last Dance". It is a really meaningful song to me, and the second I heard it, I wanted to write a fanfic.

So, here I am, and here YOU are, reading it. ;) And I hope you stick around long enough to find out what happens at the end. :)

Anyway, let's commence.

Enjoy&Review!

*Ally's P.O.V*

About 2 years.

That's how much time it took me to build the courage of even talking to the boy with the yellow t-shirt. We were in the last year of middle school when I first saw him. He was the new kid that year, but he didn't have much trouble making friends. People instantly liked him, and by the time that year ended, he was already the most popular kid in the school.

I wasn't too bad back then, either. I had set my group of friends, and I was all ready to begin with the struggle that is high-school. But of course, everything went wrong.

The summer break before I actually became a freshman, everything was alright. Trish, Monica and Barbara were still my best friends. We used to hang out at my house, and plan everything about high-school. We thought it would be fun. Oh boy, how wrong we were.

By the time the summer ended, I was worried sick about school. And the first day was horrible. I looked around for my friends, but I couldn't recognize them. They all turned around and forgot about me. Except for Trish. Miraculously, she is still putting up with me.

Anyway, everything was different. The classes were harder, the teachers were stricter, and it took me a while to get used to. But the one thing I couldn't shake off, and still can't now, is how the people changed. The girl's backpacks turned to purses. The boy's pants sagged down.

In middle-school, when I walked down the hallway, I used to see people exchanging Pokémon cards, or playing with skipping ropes. But in high-school, all I saw was couples making out, people pushing past me, and the popular kids judging your every move as you walked past them.

But the only thing that was familiar, so warmly familiar, that I felt like crying when I saw him. It was Austin. He walked through the doors of the school, ready for his first day of high-school, with that same smile he had when he was in middle-school, same yellow shirt he wore on his first day the year before. He greeted everyone with a smile, high-fived his friends, and walked over to his locker.

Later that first day, I found out that most of my classes were with him. So, like that, our friendship started, with him asking for a pencil in math class.

And from then on, we've been best friends. He became more and more like the other popular guys, and I'd get so sad seeing him grow out of his yellow shirt, and growing into muscle tanks. The truth is, I didn't want him to grow up, because I was afraid that he'd forget about me.

With all the girls he was dating, it was totally possible. But, somehow, we lasted through freshman year, and all throughout high-school. And then, finally, it was graduation year. I had grown up more, too, by then. And I didn't find is quiet as gross watching people make out.

Austin and I were in every class together, again, and he always asked me for a pencil, since he never had one. It was all fun and games, until one day in English class, he whispered, "Hey, Ally, would you do me a favor?"

The class was dead silent, so everyone turned to us. Austin grinned, and winked at the girls, and they were too busy swooning to pay attention to us.

"Listen, I need help," Austin whispered, this time quieter, so no one turned around. "Y'know my girlfriend Isabelle, right?"

I swallowed. Where was he going with this?

"Yeah."

Austin smiled. "Well, we've had some...problems lately." Why does this make me so happy? "And I was wondering if you could help me out a bit."

Me, being me, wanted to agree the first chance I get to help a friend out. But something stopped me. I had no idea what he was planning to do, and I realized that I'm scared.

"Um, I don't know. First, tell me what you want me to do."

He seemed shocked, like he wasn't expecting me to question it. Well, he was wrong. I toss my hair out of my face, straighten my back, and look directly into his eyes.

"I want you to pretend you're going out with me."

Ta-daa! :D

So, how was that for a first chap? Good? Bad? Tell me in those awesome-as-heck reviews you write! :) I love 'em.

Anyway, yeah, tell me if I should continue! Yes, this is one of those stories, and I know there are a lot of these, but hey, I'll try to make mine as original as possible, and I hope you'll give it a chance. ;)

Take care. Thanks a bunch. I love you all!

Stay awesome and #LOUD!