AN: Hey! So here's the new chappy! :D This chapter goes to a song and a person. ;) Okay, so the song is Hero by Sterling Knight, of course. You knew I was gonna use the song eventually. Love it! Okay, I wanna dedicate the chappy to TheEvilWaffleFreak, a great FF friend. She's an amazing writer and a fantastic friend, so go check her out! Love the reviews and support! Rinny out!

He breaks the kiss with a chuckle. I give him a puzzled expression, only causing him to continue his giggling.

"What's so funny?" I ask him with a smile, his light mood contagious. He looks down for a minute, then back up to me.

"It's just- just you don't know how long I've been waiting for today," he explains with a pink blush spreading across his pale cheeks. I smile and grasp his hand, which of course doesn't escape his notice.

"I do know. Because I've been waiting along with you," I add to the cheesy moment. But even if the moment is as tacky as they get, the moment is perfect. Not because he probably took it from a cliché movie you get for free on demand, but because he means it. His eyes sparkle as they do on special occasions, dazzling me into a lopsided smile.

"So if you should have called me," he begins with a shy smile on his face as he blushes again. My breath stops and I can only wonder what his next words are.

"Ally, will you go out with me?" he asks, halting my heart for good I fear. I smile, but shake my head with a wondering smile.

"Why can't you manage to call me Sonny?" I ask him with a smirk. He squeezes my fingers that are intertwined with his.

"Because," he starts his explanation with, combing his blonde locks with his free hand. "I don't want to remember you as the girl I meet in Hollywood." I am confused by his words, but hoping his next words will clear up the bewilderment.

"I want to know you as the girl I've been in love with since first grade," he speaks with a true smile implanted on his expression. The edge of the beams look so entrenched in his cheeks, I wonder if he could ever cease to smile.

May 29th, 1998

CPOV

"Hey Chad!" I heard someone call to me from across the classroom. I looked up from my drawing, placing my neon green crayon down. I smiled, seeing Brooke, a good friend run up to me. She straightened her small brown and pink dress before giving me an award-winning smile.

"Hi Brooke!" I greeted her with a beam in return. She took the seat next to me and kept her smile appealing, for the both of us knew that she wasn't one to talk unless she wanted something, even in first grade.

"So, Chad," she began with needing eyes. "Would you like to be my boyfriend?" she asked, fluttering her eyes. I widened my eyes. Six was still an age where girls had cooties. But I liked Brooke. I liked how her blonde hair always had a cute ladybug clip in it and how she let me use her brown marker, because it had always been my favorite color.

"Boyfriend?" I repeated, wondering why she would want such a thing. I was fine being her friend, but boyfriend? Again, I was still pretty sure girls had cooties. But she nodded with her smile still in place.

"Oh, yes," she responded. "You see, Amy Nimerfield has one, Nate, so I thought I should have one too." I thought about relationships for the brief moment I had before Brooke would ask the question again. Now at an age of six, where learning about triangles and wishing you still had naptime was common was such a simple age. Not much was known about the world and all its many problems. But more importantly, not much was known about love. Love was such a simple term at the age of six.

And even so I knew I loved her. I knew so well that I wanted to be with her. Math class would be spent drawing stick people, meant to be us together, holding hands. As I said, love was such a light term in first grade.

"I'm sorry, Brooke," I sighed. "I heard Tommy likes you. Like, like likes you," I whispered. She perked up and stood from her bright red plastic seat. But before leaving, she looked at me once more.

"It's Ally, isn't it?" She smiled, not accepting an answer as she walked off to Tommy. I smirked, looking at her ask Tom the same question. Even though no ne saw, I nodded. It is, I thought to myself. And it will always be.

~~Present~~

"I love you, Ally," he murmurs with a smile, gazing into my eyes. I smile along with him.

"I love you too, Goldfarb." I pause. "So, yes," I tell him shyly, knowing he wouldn't understand right away.

"Yes?" he repeats. I nod, blushing deeply. He smiles, realizing what I mean. But I say it anyway.

"Yeah, I'll go out with you," I say, my blush now confiscating my entire expression, turning my face to the color of a ripe tomato. He chuckles lightly, reaching out to brush the backside of his hand down my right cheekbone.

"How's tomorrow at seven?" he asks me with a beam, removing his hand from my cheek.

"Sounds great," I reply. We sit there for a bit, just smiling at each other. We are both taking in the reality in which after all these countless years of unspoken love it comes out. And of course, it's revealed in a tree. Everything is confessed while sitting on the oak tree bark, whether that tree is planted in Hollywood or Appleton. I sigh, taking his hand with mine. He looks at the gesture and squeezes my fingers.

"So you really loved me since we were in Mrs. Lavoria's class?" I ask, speaking the name of my first grade teacher. He smiles at the retired teacher's name, but nods never the less.

"Love was such a simple thing at age six," he comments, leaving the answer in between his words.

"Maybe because you thought every other girl had cooties," I say with a laugh. He laughs along with a slight nod.

"Such simpler times," he adds, making me giggle. "Every girl but my best friend was diseased. Now every girl but my girlfriend is invisible." I nudge him in the arm, laughing as if we were in the fourth grade once again.

"Cheesy much?" I remark. He smiles and shrugs.

"You know you love it," he states with a smile. I nod.

"So true, Goldfarb. So true."