Austin's POV

"I was fifteen when she died," I remembered. Ally and I were now on her balcony, just talking. Talking about Annemarie actually helped a lot. But all the same, it brought up memories that I had been trying to forget for the last four- almost five- years. Bad memories that I wanted to just be gone, and erased from my brain.

But it wasn't possible.

Ally didn't say anything, for once. I sighed. My arms were crossed and rested on the balcony; I looked out, letting my thoughts take over. Looking up at the sky, I realized the sun was setting. I closed my eyes for what felt like hours, and when I opened them I felt a pair of eyes staring at me from the corner of my eye.

I then felt a small, cold hand on my arm. Her touch made me speechless and my mouth felt dry.

Her hand moved up and she placed her hand in mine.

She sighed. "I'm sorry, Austin," she murmured so softly I was surprised I heard her. She was now looking directly at me.

I nodded curtly.

"What was she like?" she asked after many moments of silence.

I took a breath, looking back at the sunset and closing my eyes again. "Well…" I thought back to what Ross said, and I had to hand that to him. "She was a lot like you, actually," I told her.

"Me?"

"She had that overwhelming energy," I explained. "She was small, and petite."

"I'm not-"

"Yes you are."

She furrowed her eyebrows teasingly. "I can take you."

I didn't smile, but I was amused. "Ohhh really?" I sneered. "Can you do this?" Before I could even think what I was doing, I jumped off the balcony and landed on the grass, to my surprise on my feet. "I did it! I actually did-" My cheers were interrupted when Ally landed on top of me, knocking the both of us down. I fell head first and onto the grass with Ally on my back.

Ally laughed nervously. We were all tangled together and it looked like we were playing twister. I spit out some grass and furrowed my eyebrows at the blushing brunette that was still laughing and playing with her hair. In the end I couldn't help but be mad.

We awkwardly swerved out of each other and stood up. "You're crazy," I said.

She smiled, playing with her sleeve. "Thanks."

"I wasn't aware that was a compliment but you're welcome," I smiled, grabbing a loose lock of her hair and brushing it behind her hair.

Suddenly I heard a door swing open. Ally and I both cocked our heads to see her father followed by Edna. I clenched my fists into a ball and scowled. I felt Ally tense and she pressed against me. Only then did I realize how much scared she was of that nasty old lady. Despite my anger, I knew that Edna wasn't going to do anything bad. Not when Lester was standing next to her and Ally told me how fake she ated in front of everyone. Judging by the way she aced at Laura's funeral I could tell you with no strings attached how true that was.

"Where are you guys going?" asked Ally, her voice coming out more confident than I thought it would, considering the way she tensed up when she saw Edna.

"Ally dear? We'ren't you just upstairs?" Edna asked sweetly. I didn't buy it at all.

"No no," I answered for Ally, who looked dumbfounded and embarrassed. "We've been out here for a while. Enough about us, where are you two headed?" I tried my hardest to sound polite even though I was fuming on the inside even if Edna wasn't doing anything at the moment. Just her presence made me want to rip her head off for hurting Ally.

"What a polite young lad," Edna said. I felt myself heating up a little. She was a good actress, I'll give her that much. As if I wasn't red enough, she continued. "He's a keeper, Ally." She winked at her.

I was a little flattered, but I turned and Ally looked absolutely disgusted. I hoped it was just because this was Edna that was saying it, and that I really was a keeper; she didn't want it coming from Edna.

"We were just going to go to dinner," Lester continued for her.

"What about me?" Ally asked, looking crestfallen but suddenly her eyes hardened and she glared at Edna. "Or did you not think of inviting me?"

"Oh, it's not like that Ally-" Edna started, but was cut off.

"It's fine," she forced the words out and smiled. "Austin and I will just order takeout."

I bit my lip, trying my best not to yell at them.

"Are you sure? Do you need any money?"

"No, it's fine." I said politely. "I have money." Ally looked at me with a raised eyebrow but I ignored it, continuing to look at Edna. Edna nodded slightly.

"Alrighty then." She said and walked out, Lester behind her. The moment they drove away Ally let out a frustrated scream and my eyes widened, looking over at her.

"Ally?"

She growled and looked over at me, her expression softening. "Sorry…she just really makes me mad…"

"Yeah I understand. You okay?"

She nodded and suddenly her eyebrows furrowed.

"Do you actually have money?" she asked and I laughed nervously.

"Well…no actually, I just wanted her to leave before I killed her in all truthfulness."

"Oh…well…" she laughed and I smiled. "I guess I understand that," she added.

"Well what are we gonna do then?" I asked awkwardly.

"Well we can just have something from the kitchen…"

My eyes widened and my brain hatched an idea. "Oh! Do you have any peaches? I asked happily. Annemarie and I would always eat peaches when we got home from school. That was before I started changing; becoming the person I did when I met Oliver. I didn't even realize how rude and wrong about the world was until I met Ally.

"Uhh, yeah I think we do," she replied, walking off to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, pulling out a small bag with two peaches.

"There's only two left," she said, holding them up.

"We can eat them together," I said cheerfully. She rolled her eyes and pulled them, throwing the bag in the trash before handing one to me. She pulled the sticker off hers and threw that in the trash as well. I looked around my peach and pouted when I didn't find a sticker. She raised an eyebrow.

"Is there something wrong Aus?"

"It doesn't have a sticker."

She raised an eyebrow before laughing. "So?" she chortled.

"It's not special," I replied, looking over it again.

"What do you mean?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Ever since I was little I thought that only the ones with stickers were special."

She laughed again. "Wow." I laughed as well.

"Whatever," I said and took a bite of my peach, her taking a bite of hers as well. The juices from the peach rushed out of it and down her chin. I quickly set my peach down and tried to wipe the juices off but unable to find anything to wipe it off I instinctively used my hand. I pouted as I realized that now my hand was sticky. I licked my hand as she just stared at me, smiling.

"What was that all about? Now your peach is covered in countless germies."

I raised an eyebrow as I continued to lick my hand clean. "Germies?" I asked, no longer licking and my hand felt disgusting and sticky.

"Yeah? What's wrong with germies?" she challenged, looking upset but I saw the humor dance in her eyes like palm trees blowing in the wind.

"Well that's just a weird thing to call germs," I murmured.

"No it's not, it's perfectly normal. I didn't make fun of your sticker," she pointed out.

I frowned. "My sticker is more normal!"

"And my germies aren't?"

"I've never heard a person call germs germies before."

"Well I've never heard of someone with a sticker problem before," she shot back.

I rolled my eyes. "Its not a problem. It's…I don't know what it is," I put my head down, my face reddining.

She smiled. "Well then an issue?" she suggested.

"That's the same thing, Ally," I snapped, and she shrugged.

"So are germs and germies. I once met a girl named Jennifer who called germs germies."

"Is that even relivent?"

"Yes, yes it is because it means I'm not the only one. She had red hair, too, and she was a little crazy, but cool at the same time, you know?"

I rubbed my temples. "What are you babbling about?" Even though I had a soft spot for her she still annoyed me and gave me unwanted headaches with her pointless babbling (that I may or may not found downright adorable even though I didn't want to admit it).

She ignored my question and took both of my hands, leading me to the sink. "You know there's a thing in your house where you can wash your hands instead of licking them." She gave me a soft smile.

I couldn't help but laugh as I washed my hands. "Shut up angel."

My friend helped me with this one. I'm glad she did because it takes a little break from all the drama that's happening so credit to her!