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I’m sorry for the delay.

I’m so sorry I haven’t updated the story! I just thought no one would like it so I never thought of a second chapter. I’ll upload it as soon as I can. I apologize and thank you for reading.


Opposites Attract [Auslly Fanfiction] {Prologue}

Ally read the note quietly to herself.

There’s no way I could make it without you.

“Austin.”

Dear Austin,

 I know it’s been a couple of days, and you and Kira are back together, but I still have feelings for you so please com

Ally groaned and crumbled up the note.

“I wish I could be as persuasive as Austin is.” She mumbled under her breath.

I should write neater. I should use cursive. It’s way more romantic. Wait, who am I?

These questions took over Ally’s head. She banged her hand on the table and stood up once more.

Dear Austin,

Ally looked at her handwriting once more, skeeved.                                                   

Dear Austin,

“It’s too small.” She complained.

Dear Austin,

 It’s been a few days since I last saw you, and I really miss you. I know we took a break, and I’m happy for you that Kira took you back. I just really miss you.

                                                                               Love,

                                                                      Your friend,

Allyson Dawson

Ally stood up and looked up and scrambled through the papers on the top platform of the piano, leaving a huge mess. “Nice job Dawson.”

Ally shifted her gaze over to the trash can. It had papers weeks old from all the notes Ally had written to Austin, she couldn’t find the right words. He was her first real love. She looked through her book, which was filled with pictures and notes from those days she was happy with Austin. Those days Trish was with her, those days Dez would make her smile. They were all gone. She had no one. She looked outside the window. The cold New York breeze blew her hair back. She shut the window suddenly not knowing what to do. You should’ve stayed in Miami. Ally told herself, but it was too late, she had decided to come to the music school in New York. She had no one.

Her eyes darted back and forth from one side of the table to the other. The door suddenly swung open.

“Ally.” A figure mumbled.

I won’t tell you what happened after that, my name is Allyson Dawson and this is my story…