AUSTIN:

I couldn't believe it. Ally had said her kidney was failing. I could believe even less that I had offered my kidney to her. I mean, I didn't feel guilty about offering my kidney to her, but I had never offered to save someone's life before. She texted me back saying,

"I don't know what to say. Austin, that's generous af, but you don't have to make such a big gesture."

"Have to? I want to."

She texted me back saying,

"If you want to, you can."

I could always have a kidney replacement anyway. I had no work and no school today and my homework was done and it was raining cats and dogs out so I decided to have just a cuddle day with Isaac. He had woken up from his nap about ten minutes ago and he was laying on my side and he had his Simba plush, his stuffed baby, his puppy, his bunny rabbit and his teddy bear and he was covered up by a blue blanket with a puppy on it (my son loved dogs, especially puppies and he had about three or four blankets but the one with the puppy on it was his favorite. He called it "baby."). Disney (Mickey Mouse and The Lion King particularly) was one of my son's favorite things ever besides Paw Patrol, Llama Llama on Netflix (it was based on the cutest books that Leah loved when she was little) about a young anthropomorphic llama and his friends and family, Dr. Seuss, Sesame Street, Puppy Dog Pals, Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood and even SpongeBob Squarepants. For the most part, the programming he watched was pretty tolerable, but my personal favorite was SpongeBob Squarepants.

In fact, today was so lazy that neither of us bothered getting out of pajamas. I had a green hoodie over long sleeved white thermal shirt and blue and plaid pajama pants while Isaac's were gray, yellow and blue ones- the shirt was gray with yellow on the neckline and the cuffs of the sleeves were yellow and it had a yellow, blue and gray dump truck with a blue bear in a gray hard hat driving the truck and blue pajama pants with yellow and gray dump trucks and excavators and yellow cuffs on the pants. I rubbed my son's blonde hair as he was looking into my eyes while sucking his pacifier. I said to him,

"You seriously don't know how much I love you."

I kissed him on the cheekbone. I then heard my phone vibrating- I saw a number I didn't recognize. I said,

"Austin Moon?"

"Hi, Austin. Remember me?"

I recognized her voice immediately. It was someone I couldn't believe- Brooke Carter. My ex-girlfriend. My ex who cheated on me by screwing another guy. My ex who treated our son like she didn't even care about him and clearly cared more about pot smoking, crack smoking and coke snorting and drinking about her own son, and who I was surprised wasn't pregnant again because she had had sex with so many guys.

I said,

"I thought you were in prison, Brooke."

Believe it or not, arrests and arrest warrants were pretty common in Brooke's family (she was the third of four kids) Her dad, Robert, was in jail for armed robbery, drugs, drunk driving, statutory rape and battery and he abused her, her mom, Kirsten, her two sisters, Hayley and Meaghan, her brother, Jake, and her dad had molested her when she was seven. Her brother Jake, the second kid, was currently in jail for statutory rape, drugs, drunk driving, sexual harassment and bullying. Meaghan, the oldest kid, had been arrested for prostitution, drugs, stealing and drunk driving. Hayley was the youngest and she was in my sister Leah's biology and English classes and according to Leah, Hayley cried a lot, cut herself, had low self-esteem and talked about killing herself a lot and was very withdrawn. Kirsten was just the victim of her ex-husband and how she wanted the best for her children.

Brooke was laughing maniacally on the phone.

"I got out."

"How'd you get out of prison that easily?"

My ex-girlfriend once again laughed. When Brooke laughed, she sounded like a cross between a hyena and modern SpongeBob, both after a helium and marijuana overdose. It was perfectly pitched to awaken a sleeping baby.

"I got released early for good behavior. Like Bryce Tarnman, except I drove drunk and beat the shit out of a cop."

Bryce Tarnman. I swear to fuck, every time I heard his name or saw his face, I wanted to punch him in the face. Bryce Tarnman was basically this UCLA student who was a swimmer and he would have graduated back in 2016 from UCLA, but he spiked the drink of a girl named Antonia Gutierrez, causing him to rape her behind a trash bin, a recycling bin and a compost bin. Rape was a crime that would get you about ten to fifteen, hell maybe even twenty years in prison- but not this guy. His parents were rich as hell and they narrowed him down to six months and then he only got three months because he was let out early from his jail sentence for "good behavior" but it was obviously because he was rich and white and he recently had to register as a sex offender which he thought was unfair.

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: See the parallel there? Bryce Tarnman is basically this story's Brock Turner)

Bullshit. How did Brooke get released early from a crime that often gives you five years, but Brooke only got ten months? I said,

"It doesn't matter that you got out early for good behavior. You still picked drugs over son. You still boned another guy in front of me."

"He's just as much my child as yours, Austin! You have to share custody with me!"

I had never heard anyone scream as loud as Brooke was screeching right now and safe to say, it was pretty hard on my ears.

"I don't when you seem to value drugs over your child and when you ignore him while he cries for you in the crib."

I hung up on her. God I hated that TWAT. Yup. I went there. I called my psychotic, drug addicted ex-girlfriend a twat.

Isaac was just looking at me with his large brown eyes that matched my own and I got up from my spot and scooped him up, and I got his blankie from the spot he was laying in before, covering the back of him from the neck and shoulders down, and he was nuzzling his head right below my shoulder.

A few days later, I had dropped Isaac off at the Miami Dade daycare and Ally was sitting on the table of the doctor's office. She was tightly gripping my hand as she was waiting for the doctor. I put my arm around her and I kissed her on the temple.

"You're fine,"

I whispered. She whispered,

"You truly are the MVP."

Ally's doctor had come in, and she made eye contact with me.

"Are you sure you're not her boyfriend?"

I said,

"We like each other, let's say that."

She asked Ally,

"You got the email that I sent you, correct?"

Ally said mournfully,

"Yes, I got the emails from the test results. I know that my right kidney is failing and I need a donor."

I stepped up and I said,

"I volunteered to give her mine."

Ally's doctor smiled at me.

"You truly are a keeper."

"Ms. Dawson, now that you have a kidney donor, we're going to need to set up a date for you and Mr. Moon to come in to have that transplanted process. And you, Mr. Moon, I suggest you go down to the morgue and see if they'll have a kidney for you after the two of you are done here."

The thought of going to a morgue was sending a chill down my spine, but I was going to take her suggestion anyway. The date ended up being on Friday night- Ally had to be at the hospital by six PM. Once Ally's appointment was over, we were in the elevator and she gave me a warm hug and I gently patted her back. I asked her,

"Are you nervous about your kidney transplant?"

"A little. But it's for the best. But one thing that's giving me is going to the morgue."

The pretty girl was obviously trying to joke around with me.

"At least Logan Paul won't be there."

"Isn't he that asshole who went to the Japanese suicide forest and found the body of a person who killed himself and then started laughing at it?"

"Yeah, him. I hate him and his brother Jake, too."

Leah hated the Paul Brothers too and I had seen videos on her YouTube channel where she had done a couple of rants about them. I had Ally hold my hand, although the morgue wasn't as creepy as it sounded. I saw a doctor and he asked us,

"Um, hi, can I help you two with anything?"

I said,

"Do you have a kidney, preferably a healthy one?"

The doctor said,

"As a matter of fact, we do. Come right this way, and bring the kewpie doll with you."

Ally and I both followed the doctor to the morgue where he showed me a kidney.

"This is the kidney of a man who was killed in a car accident by an intoxicated driver about six months ago."

I said,

"Hmm, I'll take it."

"Good. Have a nice day, you two."

I said,

"Thanks. You too."

I held hands with Ally as we exited the hospital, and I said,

"OK, that was anti-climatic but a lot less creepier than I thought."

Ally said,

"Tell me about it."

She then asked,

"What are you going to do about Isaac, though?"

I said,

"I'll tell my boss I can't go in to work that night, and for Isaac, of course I can't bring him to the transplant, because he'd get fussy and I can't leave him unattended. I'll just bring him to my family's house and my parents and my sister can watch him. They can bring him to the hospital in the morning after the transplant is done."

Ally said,

"Good idea."

I looked into Ally's gorgeous brown eyes which were a perfect analogy to that song by Destiny's Child Brown Eyes and I took her hand and I kissed it.

"All because I want to save your life."

We then kissed. And then after that kiss, we started straight up making out. I had made out with a few girls during those times when Brooke and I were broken up, and obviously I'd made out with Brooke (Duh, that was how Isaac came into the picture), but I was enjoying making out with Ally.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Oooh things are getting a little steamy ;) :D :) ! Wish Ally luck for her transplant! If you like the story, remember to follow, favorite and review. Have a nice day, love you to the moon and back :* :* :* :)