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The light Box wasn't a club, per say.

Sure, it had it's few teenagers that seemed to get a bit wild and out of control, but Trish or her father was usually there to calm them down.

Like what's happening now.

"Aye kid, get off those tables I just scrubbed them squeaky clean! You wanna get kicked out of here?"

Marco, Trishs' dad, trudged around in his uniform, his pudgy little legs sprawling around the crowed to yell at the young teenager standing on the silver metal table. His eye brows furrowed angrily as he pulled him down the by the ear, his mustache moving up and down with every word he said.

Trish's father was a funny little man to watch. You could obviously tell where Trish got her rather loud personalty from and most of her characteristics. He was short, only a mere inch above 5'5 for a guy. His skin a tan color, his voice spoke with a loud 'boom.'

But who am I to talk?

I'm only 5'3, barely able to ride the huge roller coasters at the theme park downtown. Sure, some guys may find my shortness cute, but it has it's disadvantages.

This my friends, is what they call a blessing and a curse.

And right now, it's a curse.

"Need help?"

I turned to my left.

There stood a quite handsome boy, his eyes a devilish soft brown green hazel color. His hair was a bright blonde, his smile in a tight genuine grin as he laughed at me sweetly, watching me hop and try to reach the shelf of drinks I was currently jumping at.

In my defense, the drink I wanted was high up there on the shelf. How in the world was a such tiny person like me supposed to get that?

He wore the classic red shirt, black leather jacket, slightly but in style ripped up light wash jeans, and white converse.

At least he didn't go with a cliche white plain tee.

From faced downward, his body whispered bad boy. Something close to such things as Elliot's persona. But I knew he wasn't something as to a heart breaker. His face would tell you other wise.

It was a sweet as a pouting puppy, his smile seemed to be way more then genuine. His eyes were specked with light dots of luscious gold and he had one small dimple on his right cheek.

He looked like he wouldn't harm a fly.

"Thank you, but I'm perfectly capable of grabbing and iced tea from the top of this shelf. It was nice of you to ask though..." I trailed off quietly, waiting for him to fill in with his name.

He figured out what I wanted.

"Austin," he said with a proud voice.

Huh.

A pretty name for a pretty face.

I expected him to stop talking once he answered me, but he for some ungodly reason felt the need to continue on.

"Austin Moon, if you wanted to know exactly. Although, I won't tell you my middle name. It's kind of a secret." He said, stuffing his big hands in the deep of his pants pockets and rocking back and fourth from his heels to his toes. He flashed me that big, white tooth grin with perfect teeth. But soon it turned into a smirk.

Was he trying to start a conversation?

He watched from behind me and quietly snickered at my failed attempts at reaching the ice tea on that shelf, high above my head. It was meant as a joke really, I know, but for some reason it angered me, made me want to slap that starry-eyed, big tooth, perfect white smile right off his fluorescent face.

I jumped at it, kicked at it, hell I even tried to climb the shelf even. All it did was make his laughs increase and my smile to become larger with every hop, closer and closer to that god damn shelf.

But I didn't want to let him see me smile. It'd make his face seem a lot more cuter, his hair a lot more brighter, and his smirk a lot more sexier.

I couldn't help it though.

My facade broke, I did it, I smiled wide enough to make my teeth hurt from seeming so happy and carefree.

Which in reality, I always was.

My face became perplex. I suddenly stopped jumping and stood straight ahead and watched that shelf just waiting for something to happen.

"Ally, are you okay?"

My senses kicked back in.

How did he know my name?

Austin must have sensed my confusion at the look on my face. He pointed towards Trish and Kristen, the two girls I was recently conversing with before I came to get a little drink. Dallas was outside talking to Kiersey.

"They told me your name. Me and Trish used to be in the same middle school back when we were younger and Kristen was my little sisters gymnastics mentor."

"When I asked them how life was going, because you know, I haven't seen them in a while," he rolled on looking down at me. His next comment made me blush, madly. "They kept mentioning an Ally Dawson, talking about how great you are. I couldn't help but become slightly curious because of how highly they talked of you and see for my own two eyes." And then there was that damn perfect smile again.

Oh.

"Well Austin Moon," I started. "It was nice getting to meet you, but I have to go do... Something." I trailed off.

Some people might find it quite rude at my lame excuse to get out of this so called conversation, but I found it awkward on my part. I literally just embarrassed myself in front of Austin Moon, and you expect me to stay and try to have a cutesy conversation with him?

Hell no.

So my first instinct was to flee from the scene.

"So if you would now excuse me, I kind of have to be somewhere." So I turned on the heels of my silver flats and took barely two steps before the soft caress of a hand on my shoulder stopped me.

"Trying to escape me and the god stricken awkwardness of this conversation, now aren't you?"

I turned, he stared back.

Cue the rosy red blushes on my cheeks and the awkward silence of crickets croaking behind me.

"That's really not what I meant, honestly."

But Austin didn't know that.

Austin didn't need to know that.

He didn't need to find out that he made my heart beat fast with every step he came closer, his smile made me smile, his laugh made me laugh, the bat of his eye lashes made me melt.

Why did Austin Moon's perfection make me so angry?

"You know, your quite shy. At first glance and from what I've heard, you've got a killer voice and a loud personality. But where's that loud voice now?"

"You make me shy, that's why." I said in my head.

No one should be able to do that the first time meeting me. Naturally, as you could tell, I'm always a really jumpy and energetic person. So when I meet someone new, I gravitate towards them and greet them with a wide smile a wave of a hello.

Why can't Austin Moon be the same?

"No it's just that- I've kinda, like- you know..." I stuttered, then took a deep breath to continue.

Austin shouldn't be someone to get nervous over.

So I put my hands on the curves of my hips and flipped my hair to the left side of my head, not acting as shy as before. His eyes seemed to widen at the quick change of my demeanor, switching from shy little Ally to the not-so-shy, real, genuine Ally Dawson.

I use the second one a lot more than the first.

I clasped my light mint colored green nails together and laughed a bit at what went on only a few moments ago. The blonde standing near me laughed along, his pearly whites grinning like a fool.

"Are you usually this awkward, Ally?" I pretended to ponder at this question, fully knowing it was meant as a joke.

"Typically, no. But around you, yes."

He blushed, his eyes darkened at my current comment. His hands unstuffed from his blue jean pockets and grabbed mine, his palm making my own hand look so tiny. "Glad to know I have that kind of effect on you."

"Would you like to dance with me?" He asked after a moment of looking at me, My eyes gleamed as I gladly nodded my head with a loud yes screaming from my red lips.

I coughed awkwardly and tried to change my response to something more appropriately enthusiastic, not completely laced with want. A soft, more compliant Yes, escaped from me.

"I would really liked that."

My lips grinned a lot wider, almost as to my mouth would crack with streams of glee. Austin smiled and shagged his bright blonde hair and excitedly pulled me to the dance floor unexpectedly, causing me to almost trip over my own two feet. The sweet ice tea toppled on the highest of shelves in the room I was trying to reach was long forgotten with just a single smile coming from Austin.

We danced until our feet hurt. I even kicked off my shoes and jumped around, letting loose to the beat of the really loud music pounding through the speakers. People gathered around us to watch as we gave them a show to see.

I've never had this much fun in a while, and it's all thanks to a certain blonde boy.

But what would happen after tonight?

He gave me that sudden sense of true happiness I didn't even know I lost until now, and I can't-I won't let it- slip through my finger tips for what seems to be the second time.

I can't loose track of this boy.

Damn you Austin Moon.

Hey, that rhymed!

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