MERRY CHRISTMAS KALIANS AND OTHERS! I love you all so much and hope you have/ had a great Hannukah, Kwanza, Christmas, whatever you celebrate hope it was happy. This might be short, but..I wrote it on my iPad and only two people actually reviewed answering my question last update. This is a preview of the rewrite... Let me know if I should do the rewrite and quick finish BCB..or go with the flow? Thanks loves!

The cold slaps me in the face forcefully and I shiver pulling my thin sweater tighter to my body as I Make my way across the parking lot. It's been almost three years since I've had the warm Miami sun warm my face and the laughter of my best friends fill the surrounding air as we sit on the beach. I've never lived in a place that has two different seasons, In Miami, the temperature drops below 80 degrees and every girl pulls out their Ugg boots. I could've moved to California that has a similiar weather, but I chose Columbia, South Carolina, a true example during the winter of what Hell would look like frozen over. I guess the true question is, "Why is Ally Dawson living in South Carolina wit year old?" I remember every detail leading up to this as clear as ever. Every night When I can't sleep, I stay awake thinking about how this could've been avoided.. but then I feel guilty, because I love my baby more than anything and despite the inconvience of her arrival, I wouldn't change anything for the world.

It all started in September the start of our Freshman year… When the boy I'd been crushing on since sixth grade asked me out.. he also happened to be the older cousin of one of my best friends.. and he was in his junior year..Despite all the warnings everyone tried to tell me..I still said yes.

Flash Back

17-23-10. I spun the dial on my lock for the hundreth time, I tugged on it expecting the click, but once again the damn thing stayed locked.

"Fuck!" I groaned, leaning forward to rest my head on the locker.

Of course my freshmen year would start out completely and utterly crappy. A deep voice from behind me spoke up.

"I think that's my locker…" He says with deep amusement hidden in his voice.

"Shit," I whisper to myself as I turn around and make direct eye contact with Dallas Martinez.. The guy I've been crushing on since like sixth grade. I don't really know what to say to that so I sqeak out a quick 'sorry' and move aside to the locker next to his, which is actually mine.

"That's a nice perfume you're wearing.. what's it called?" He leans in and smells me, and I'm almost positive the puzzled face I'm making is what causes him to let out a low chuckle. "Is that Freshman, by Michael Kors?"

I can't help but let out a deep giggle at that. "That was really lame, even for me.. and all my friends will tell you I'm pretty good at being the lamest person in the world."

"I'm Dallas," He sticks his hand out.

I almost mutter an 'I know' but it sounds like the kind of creepy thing a stalker would mutter.

I take his hand and mumble, " I'm freshman," before walking away.

He laughs hard and deep as I walk away, "You're funny," He calls behind me.

That was my first meeting with Dallas, the meeting I regret most.

We talked a lot after that, and I saw him all the time when I or my friends would hang out at Austin's house. Austin had been different lately, but I blamed it on the stress of becoming a star.

review please?

*kaylin update tomorrow