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Addison Thomas: Main Character, Everyone calls her Ace (no special reason), She was sent to Military School by her parents, Mom died in a car accident 3 months after she left for Military School and Dad ended up in a Psych Ward 2 months after his wife died

Dallas Johnson: Addison's best friend and childhood friend, lives down the street from her

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"It's going to be alright!" said Dallas looking down at me from where I was sitting. "Ace, you didn't do it! You weren't even here."

"That's the problem!" I said looking at him. "I didn't tell them I loved them, I didn't act like the child they wanted, I didn't. . ."

Before I could say anything else Dallas' lips were on mine and he was kissing me. I pushed him away reluctantly. "What was that for?" I asked. "I don't deserve you or anybody besides you deserve better."

"Well it was the only way to get you to stop downgrading yourself." he said. "Besides I liked it and wanted to. Your parents like different things then you do, if they try to change you than it's their fault you don't like them."

I stared at him. "I can't forgive myself!" I whispered. "I can't. . .It feels like it's all my fault. I was a horrible daughter." I sat up and curled my knees up to my chest and hug them.

Dallas wrapped his arms around me. "You're perfect just the way you are." he whispered in my ear. "Please don't do that anymore."

"Do what?" I asked turning my head towards his.

"Calling yourself things." he said. "It makes my heart ache. I hate it when you do that. You don't need to change a thing about yourself. If they didn't like you for you it's their problem."

I smiled a sad smile at him. "You just made my day." I said. "Even though I expected my parents home." I pulled out of his grip and off my bed. I started sorting through my clothes and putting them in the correct drawers so I wouldn't get yelled at later when I remembered their would be no later.

Dallas got off the bed and hugged me from behind. "Oh c'mon!" he said. "What can I do to make you feel better? That is within my power."

"I just want to forget about it!" I managed to choke out. He turned me around so I faced him and he let me cry on his shirt while soothing me the whole time.

"Why don't we go to the park?" he asked me after I slowed down to a sniffle.

"Alright!" I said my throat a little raspy. "I just need to change into something other than other clothes and combat boots."

He laughed. "Okay, I'll be downstairs." he said. He gave me a final hug and walked out of my room and closing the door behind him.

I dug through my drawers and finally settled with a red baggy t-shirt and semi-baggy pants. I pulled on a white hoodie with Live everyday like it's your last on the front. Dallas had gotten me it for my virthday a few years ago but I never really understood it till now.

I walked down the steps towards the living room where Dallas was and saw him sitting on the couch looking at the pictures of when I was little. I sat down beside him and looked at them. I sighed after a while. "Shall we go now?" he asked.

I nodded and let him take my hand and lead me out of the house. His hand holding mine felt somehow reassuring. I guess I never really knew how much I liked him till he kissed me. I always thought that what we did together was what friends should do. But when I look back letting him drink out of my sodas and steal food off my plate didn't look like we were friends more like boarding the line of going out.