Okay.

I was rehearsing with Michael.

Then,

Oki... Lets just do this.

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Ally sang her heart out, sneaking glances at Michael. 

He looked so perfect.

His dark hair was a bit messy and his sapphire blue eyes sparkled.

Then, there was the dance part that her bff Alina had choreographed.

They'd walk in a circle on the stage and then clasp their hands together and waltz around three steps and then fall apart.

Then, Ally saw something that shook her.

Her step-mother's face.

It was in the crowd.

Too late, she realized it was Michael's sister who had the same coloring as the step-monster, but didn't look anything like the beast.

The damage was already done.

It was too late.

Ally shrieked and dropped her Microphone.

It fell into the stand and both items went crashing down.

Mr. Melandea, our teacher who was supervising this, jumped to his feet.

Ally collapsed onto the floor of the stage and buried her head in her knees.

Her mind has comprehended the fact that she was Michael's sister and not the woman who ruined her life in the crowd, but she didn't know why she still sobbed. 

She was too broken.

She felt too fragile

like a glass vase

that had been shattered.

Like a poodle, against a Rottweiler. If she were the poodle, and depression and mental problems was the Rottweiler.

Depression felt like drowning

but everyone sees you breathing

you want to end your suffering

Now.

Then.... Ally felt a warm arm wrap around her.

She slowly lifted her head.

There was Michael. His eyes still glittering like the sparkly jewels they were, but they were now glittering in concern.

"Ally".

Ally seemed to realize that Michael was whispering her name over and over.

"Are you okay, what's wrong"? 

Ally tried to answer his concerned questions, but all that came out was more tears and snot.

Michael didn't say anything, he seemed to understand.

He pulled her close and she cried into his sweatshirt, getting snot and tears and even a bit of drool all over his sweatshirt (who wears a sweatshirt in June, especially in Southern Carolina)?

Once Ally had calmed down, he took his sweatshirt off (I would too).

"What Happened".

Ally didn't mean to, but she told him EVERYTHING.

From when she was 5 years old when her mum got diagnosed with melanoma, to when just barely a month ago, she'd been shot my her ex-stepmother.

She ended it with "I just don't know if I'll ever be happy again".

Michael stared at Ally for a moment, trying to comprehend all of this.

Then,

He placed a hand on her shoulder.

Then,

He cupped her cheek with one hand, soft enough if Ally wanted to pull away.

The other hand using it's thumb to wipe off a tear from Ally's cheek.

Then he leaned in

Ally didn't want to pull away. 

Her eyes fluttered close.

Michael planted his lips on hers.

It was a slightly opened mouth kiss.

Not any tongues though.

His lips where soft and fit right on hers.

The kiss-

it was like cool water on a hot day

Floating on a cloud (the expression, doing that in reality would kill you and be super painful and cold).

It felt like fourth of July fireworks, you're so mesmerized, all you can do is watch.

Their lips moved in sync.

After five seconds, he let go.

"Well", he said, a little grin spreading onto his lips 

"I hope that made you happy".

Then, he left.

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Ally's best friend Alina, who'd been watching them like the sort-of-creepy-fangirl-awesome-best-friend-she-was.

Ally let Alina shake her for a moment, a goofy grin spreading onto her lips.

Michael Green

Kissed  her.

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If you ask your parent if they felt sparks when they kissed eachother,

and they say no

maybe they just haven't found their soulmate.

But Ally had.

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