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It's only been a week and a half since I got here and I have realized this is going to be the longest summer of my life. Some would think that I'd want a long summer because well, summer is awesome, but not this one. No way. I would rather be stuck at college like Trish. In fact, if I knew this was going to happen I would have just stayed in New York. But I can't just leave now, that would just make it look like I am upset over this. Even though I am, but you know… Wow I'm so complicated.

This morning at breakfast is one of the worse mornings yet. Austin and Bailey are being so love-y dove-y and it's making me sick. They are even feeding each other fruit, like come on…

"So what is on everyone's agenda for today?" Renee asks.

"Austin and I are going on a picnic!" Bailey squeals. I don't know why I bother eating in this house because something always makes me nauseated.

Austin looks at me instantly, his face slightly pained, "Yeah. It was all her idea." He says to us, but I know who he's really saying it to…

"That's so cute." Renee says. No, not at all actually.

"What are you doing today Ally?" My father asks.

"Probably just go lay out by the beach." I say.

"Yeah, get your tan on!" Bailey says.

Austin laughs and I shoot him a glare, "I don't really tan." I say. Yeah, I'm kind of pale as a ghost.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to try huh?" Bailey says and smiles.

"Renee and I are going out tonight. A couple friends of ours are having a party." My father says.

"Cool." Bailey says, "We get the house to ourselves!"

"No parties…" Renee warns, causing Bailey to pout.

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I rummage through my different bikinis and decide on my red one. Why did I choose this one? No reason… Or maybe it's because Austin always loved when I wore red. I slip it on and grab my beach towel and one of my books and throw them into my tote bag. I put on my flip flops and leave my room. As I'm walking down the stairs, Austin is walking up them. He notices me right away and his eyes go wide for just a second.

"Hey." He says.

"Hi." I say and we both stop.

He looks past me, and then at his feet, completely avoiding my body and I can't help but giggle to myself; in my head of course. "So you're really going to try to tan?"

"Yeah… You're really going on a picnic?" I ask.

He nods, and then finally looks me in the eye, "I'm not cooking anything for it." He says and a small smile appears on his face. Ugh.

I catch him looking me up and down and he rubs his hands through his hair, "God Ally…"

"What?" I ask.

"Austin I'm ready!" Bailey yells from downstairs.

"Nothing, uh have fun." He says and practically runs back down the stairs. I lean against the railing and chew on my hair. What was he going to say? Did he still find me attractive? I know I still do. I remember the first time I realized how adorable he really is. We were sitting in math class. He was sat beside me and I was having the hardest time on this stupid test. He could tell, because I was chewing on my pencil, something I did when I was having a hard time.

He took our papers and swapped them, so quick I barely noticed. He was all done, and I was only halfway. I raised my eyebrow at him as he answered all of the questions before swapping them back. 'Austin…' I groaned at him. I was no way a cheater. But then he smiled his amazing, perfect smile at me and poked me on the noise and said, 'don't worry about it Als.' It was about the cutest thing ever and the first time he called me that.

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After lying out for quite a while and almost finishing my book, I decide to go back home and grab a snack. I hadn't eaten since breakfast and well, that wasn't much. I pack up my stuff and walk back to house. It was empty, which I expected. Renee and my father were going shopping before the party and well Bailey and Austin were probably still on their… date.

I put my stuff upstairs and change real quick before going to the kitchen and making myself a turkey sandwich. After I'm down with about half of it, I hear the door open and then voices. Austin and Bailey walk into the kitchen, smiling from ear to ear. Bailey skips over to the refrigerator and grabs a drink. Austin follows her and his smile fades when he sees me.

"Hey Ally!" Bailey says.

"Hello." I say with food still in my mouth causing her to giggle.

"Isn't today just a beautiful day!?" She squeals.

I look out the window, "Uh, it's about the same as it was yesterday." I say and shrug.

She giggles, "Not the weather silly."

Austin just stares at her and now I'm starting to get scared… "Oh… You're extra happy." I say.

"Bailey let's go for a walk or something…" Austin says before she can respond.

She looks at him curiously, "You're silly, and I'm tired. I think I'll go take a nap."

"Okay." He says.

She walks over and kisses him on the cheek, "Okay, I love you! It feels so great to say it." She says with a grin and runs away. Austin is standing there, frozen. I'm sitting here, frozen with my sandwich in my hand.

Did they… did she just say… the L word…

I set my sandwich down and pick up the plate, throwing it into the garbage. I walk by Austin and he grabs my upper arm, stopping me from walking away. God why does he keep doing that? "Ally, please."

"What Austin?" I ask, keeping my cool like nothing's wrong, even though I am completely dead on the inside now.

"Are you okay?" He asks, searching my face. Don't let him be able to read me… please.

"I am so okay. I'm so happy for you. Love, cool!" I say. Wow, that wasn't convincing.

"You're a horrible liar."

"All I ever wanted was for you to be happy, and you are, so I'm happy too." I tell him, which was half the truth.

"I don't think you are."

"I have to go." I say, and walk out of the kitchen, through the living room and out the front door. I sit down on the steps and cover my mouth as I sob, loudly and heavily. I don't care if anybody hears me. I need this moment of weakness. I'm exhausted from trying to be strong. He loves somebody else. He's told someone else he loves them, and this may not be the first time. I can imagine how many girls he's probably touched, slept with, and said all these things to them that he used to say to me. And I have done all of that with only one guy. I'm pathetic.