So, this is a new story! It's gonna be short, but I want you guys to treat this story like it's awesome, even though it'll probably crash and burn.

Hope you guys like it!

Ally

On the first day, I barely knew him as a face. I never knew his name, but he had reminded me of one of my best friends from the year before, Elliot, nothing more. He seemed quite shy, but I knew that there was no way that someone like him could be reserved. His wavy, blond hair, his big, brown eyes, and a smile that lit up the entire room. He had to have been smart, since he was in an AP class.

As the school year went on, it didn't really affect me that I had only one class. Later on, I realized that he strongly resembled a celebrity that I was trying to push out of my life. I guess he was just the universe's way of telling me that I can't completely get rid of my past, no matter how hard I tried.

I found out that he was on the football team, and his jersey number is my lucky number: 3. There was something about the number, and it's funny how things like this happen.

Lately, I developed a crush on him, just like I had done with the celebrity. He had that same, familiar comfort whenever I looked him in the eyes that the celebrity did.

I don't dare say the celebrity's name. That's why I only refer to him as 'HIM'.

The boy's name still was unknown to my knowledge, and I dreaded it. I never knew a first name, nor a last name. All I knew was a face.

I later leaned that his name was Austin. The name fitted him perfectly, and he looked like one too.

Austin began to crack jokes in class, making everybody laugh. I knew he was outgoing, which you could tell just by looking at him. It was hard to remember his voice, since I had only heard it a few times, but it was becoming easier. He sat at the front of the third row closest to the teacher's desk, and he never was absent.

Our class' new seating chart seated us right next to each other. I was in front of the column, and he was right behind me. It was funny, actually, since I was sitting in his old seat.

One day, I needed to borrow a pen to write something on my hand, since I had forgotten to bring my book to class. I don't know why it took me at least five minutes to build up the courage to ask him for a pen, since I was breaking out of my shell. My newfound confidence had vanished whenever I was near him. I had turned around and asked for a pen, and he asked me, "what color?" Something that I never planned to happen. I had to have stuttered multiple times before telling him that it didn't matter.

He had reached down in his backpack and fished for one. Either he's really nice, or he knew that he had a pen somewhere. It saddened me slightly when I had to turn back around after returning the blue pen.

Another day, the teacher had asked us what page we were supposed to have read in our books. It was 27. Austin had said, "two…," causing me to turn around and look at him, astounded. He had just smiled his bright smile and continued, "…wenty-seven." Doing my best to not giggle uncontrollably and stupidly, he added, "no, no, it's, like: tw…enty-seven." I rolled my eyes lightly, my face painted with a smile as large as his, and turned around.

The number itself still brings back the memories to this day. Even if it was the percentage of my phone's battery, or the time.

I wish he didn't have this hold on me.

Unfortunately, we had a new seating chart, and he was placed next to Tilly Thompson. She's incredibly sweet, and I'd like to think that we're pretty good friends, but the first thing he does is grab her attention and start talking to her.

I guess I wasn't good enough, but, I could still dream, of course.

In the new seating chart, I was sitting next to one of his sort-of friends, Kira Starr. They talked a few times, and I couldn't help but feel envious. I wanted nothing more than for the first thought and action would be to talk to me.

The days went by, and I was beginning to grow comfortable with myself, since one of my good friends, Cassidy, sat behind me. We talked every day, and it was great.

About a month ago, the teacher let us lay down on the ground to watch the educational movie if we couldn't see the screen from our seats, and I was one of them. I had convinced Cassidy to sit beside me, and I grew to be excited when Austin had decided to do the exact same thing too. I had this one daydream, where we were laying on a blanket, watching the stars. Our fingers would be intertwined, he would look over at me, see how beautiful I am, and would realize that this was more than just a minor relationship.

When I had applied lip balm, without thinking, I heard snickering from behind me. Some part of me completely believed that they were laughing at me, and I made sure that I wouldn't be one of those girls that always check their makeup during class. All I wanted to do was look the best.

But…there was this one day, something that I've only told a few people about before, but I have a history of severe anxiety, and it gets to the point sometimes where I end up in a depression. That day, I was tired of everyone neglecting me. I was so sick and tired of people making fun of me with no outcome, so I believed them.

That day, in English class, I took a pencil and inscribed 'PERFECT' on my left forearm. I had seen it in the music video for 'F**kin' Perfect' by P!nk, and the girl was going through the exact same troubles that I was, so I ended up doing exactly what she did, except I wrote the letters with pencil instead of a blade, and I never drew blood. I did it, right there, in my seat, and no one noticed.

I thought that Austin liked Kira, so I was convinced that I was never good enough for him, ever. I stopped wearing makeup, because I thought that no amount of foundation would make me pretty, and I was quiet, just like I was after an anxiety attack.

Luckily, I talked to one of my best friends, Trish, about it the next day, and she comforted me about it. I felt all right, for once. I was glad that I showed her my inscription, and, even though she didn't get it at first, she still hugged me and told me that I could talk to her about anything, no matter the level of stupidity.

During the school dance, I got my first boyfriend, Ethan, was his name. He was so sweet, and he was my first kiss. My stomach would not stop doing flips, but I ended up having a severe anxiety attack after it happened. Ethan and I had dated for a grand total of six days, and it was incredibly awkward, since we had two classes with each other and sat next to each other in one of them.

I guess I just wasn't ready for someone to hold my heart.

Now that I'm thinking about it, what if I can't have another boyfriend, considering how awkward it was with Ethan? What if Austin is just someone to stare at during class, but not be in an actual relationship with? I guess I'm not ready to trust a near stranger with my feelings…

On another day, we were presenting our projects. We all had to construct an animal based off of a story that the class had read, and everyone had to explain how they came up with the features. One kid built a horse that could fit at least two people inside of it, and I saw Austin standing next to it when I had walked in to the room that day. My first thought was that I finally had a chance to talk to him, so I did exactly that.

When I walked over to him, he was laughing at the horse/box, so I immediately asked him if someone was in there. He had laughed, looked at me with those sparkling, brown eyes, and smiled, nodding as well. I peered over into the small crack and saw Dallas Carter sitting in the little stool in there, playing a game on his phone. I thought that he had never heard me, so I kept repeating my words when I said that I saw Dez Fisher bringing it into the school building this morning when I was walking towards my locker.

God, I must've embarrassed myself in front of him. I should've just laughed and walked away. That would've been a lot less humiliating.

Just a week or so ago, he began to appear in my dreams, just like my last crush. It would've been fine if it was every once in a while, but it was every night.

In my most recent dream, he would smile at me, want to be near me, hold me in his arms. Man, I can practically feel his arms enclosing me in towards his chest while we laid down on the ground. Even though it was just a dream, I could my head that was pressed against his chest. His warm arms that wrapped around me, and him smiling down at me, kissing the top of my head sweetly.

I get dizzy just thinking about it.

During class, we were talking about adverbs, and Austin asked if "awesomeness" would qualify. Without thinking, I responded with, "awesomely." That had caused him to turn around and look at me, smiling wide. I turned away before things got awkward after shrugging softly, but I couldn't help but ponder about why he had kept on smiling.

Did he like me? No, he couldn't have. He was probably in a good mood, and I bet the feelings aren't mutual.

I had told my friends about how he resembled Elliot and the celebrity, and they told me his last name. It was 'Moon'.

Austin Moon. The name rolls of the tongue nicely.

Hmmm, I had thought, Ally Moon. Even Alison Moon has a ring to it, even though I don't go by my full name. Maybe I will later on in life.

Something did happen that made my heart stop for a moment, which added a point as to why he couldn't have liked me. One day, when I looked over at him right before class was let out, he was talking to Tilly, and she was acting incredibly calm and easy-going, which didn't surprise me one bit, since that was her personality with everybody.

Did he like her?

He must've, considering he showed her a funny picture on his phone.

I bet she doesn't even realize just how amazing he is! The way one smile from him could make anyone's day, the way you just want him to hug you from behind. She should know that she's lucky to even have his attention, because I would certainly do anything for it.

Why can't he like me?

I created a playlist on my iPod, just for him. The songs don't really fit that well, except for a few, but I've written one that is basically the definition of how I feel about him. I haven't titled it, even though I have the entire song finished. I sang it to my mom, and she thought that I had spent weeks on it, when, in reality, I had written it in ten minutes, maximum. I guess my touch with songwriting was coming back, when I thought that I had lost it for good.

Who knows? Maybe I could perform the song in the talent show, and he would at least have some clue.

No…I shouldn't do that. He probably barely knows my first name. I bet, if someone asked him what my name was, it would be any name but Ally. If he actually knew my name and the color of my eyes, I would be happy. If he knew my last name, then I would be bouncing off the walls.

Who knew that a simple crush could turn into this?

I wish that I wasn't so hung up on a guy that barely knew that I existed. He probably sees me as the weird girl in class that always talks to her friend. I just want, for a second, him to be caught staring at me. Then, everything would balance out.

The amount of dreams he's appeared in, which is every one, is unhealthy. If I told a soul about this, then it would bite me in the ass later on. He would say that he isn't interested in me, one bit, and I would laugh awkwardly and say how I wasn't referring to him, even though he knew that I was. I would nervously twirl my hair and forever live in the embarrassment.

This is why I'm glad that I took Drama class, so I could lie with ease. Speaking of, that's the other class that I share with Tilly.

Okay, I just found the perfect song that fits my situation with Austin and HIM: He Could Be the One, by Hannah Montana. I was listening to my music on shuffle, and it popped up. Everything matches! The guy with the guitar is HIM, and the one with the sparks is Austin.

Weren't the characters in the series Jake and Jessie? Jessie was the guitar player, so we could call HIM 'Jessie' and we can call Austin 'Jake'.

Jake, I like that. Jake Jake Jake. Jakeity Jake Jake.

Yeah, I like that.

I like it a lot.

Let's call him Jake from now on, if anyone asks.

So…what do you guys think? Review and tell me about it?

QUESTION: Movie most recently seen? Mine was Frozen. OH MY GOD THAT MOVIE IS SO AMAZING! It's right next to Little Mermaid, which is my all-time favorite!

THAT ONE MOMENT: When the universe decides that it hasn't humiliated you in a while, so it decided to sprinkle a little bit of disaster in your life.

QUOTE BY ME: "Enemies come and go. Friends don't."

Bye!