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A/N: I know I'm not in any position to be writing new Fanfictions what with having, like, four uncompleted ones, but when a plot comes knocking, you can't just ignore it. :3

This is an AU fic.

Both Austin and Ally will be OOC in this fic.

Ally's POV

It was hot.

It was so fucking hot.

And humid.

Oh Jesus, it was humid.

I stumbled out into the front of the airport, where all the taxis and little cafes and shit were located, and cursed under my breath.

Did I mention I was dragging along, like two suitcases which probably weighed, like, twice as much as I did?

Because I was dragging around two suitcases that weighed twice as much as I did.

My dad - if you could even call him that - promised he'd have the bitch he was banging at the moment pick me up at the airport. And here I was. At the airport. No bitch to be seen.

I sighed, storming back into the airport, dragging the two suitcases behind me. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't know anyone here. I stumbled through the building until I had found an arrow, pointing upwards. I saw the word restaurants. I found a lift, and rushed into it, pushing the button of the floor I wanted to go to, then slumping against a wall.

'Come stay with me in Miami,' he said. 'You'll love it here', he said. And I knew why he wanted me there. Because he had a new bitch called Candy.

I shit you not. Lester was now screwing some chick who was about fifteen years his junior, and her name was fucking Candy.

Candy was, in a word, psychotic.

And Lester wanted me to stay in their house because he thought we could all be one big, happy family.

Never gonna happen.

I hated the bitch, and I was sure that the bitch hated me too, though she'd never voice her opinion on me out loud.

Not if she wanted to keep her nice car and jewelry and shit.

I had been in Miami for about a half hour.

I hated it.

I wanted to go back to New York, where I had spent the better part of my life building my reputation, and making friends, and making sure everyone knew who I was.

I was respected. Fucking respected, okay? No-one ever messed with me.

But now, I was in a completely different state, and no-one knew who I was.

Much too soon, the elevator doors opened, and I had to fight back a sob as I started pulling the two cases out of it.

A few minutes later, I was back in front of the airport again, with coffee, this time, my bags beside me.

I was done dragging them around, they could get fucking stolen for all I cared.

I took a sip of my coffee, immediately bending over and doing a spit-take, unknowingly aiming at some girls shoes.

"Watch it!" She roared, glaring.

I rolled my eyes. Like I gave a shit.

Even the coffee here was shitty.

I knew I had the option of actually calling Lester to find out how the fuck he expected me to get home, but I wasn't going to.

I was practically being dragged here against my will, after being expelled from my second school.

I had suggested just relocating to another school in NY, but Lester wanted me 'in the same state' as him so he could 'watch me'.

I didn't fucking need to be watched. I needed a dad who actually gave a shit about how his daughter arrived home, ya know?

I didn't have one of those, apparently.

I wasn't bitter about the fact that Lester didn't really care about me, or anything. Because bitterness gets you nowhere. It's best to just suck it up and get on with life.

About ten minutes later, I heard a voice from down the street.

"Allyson! Allyson! Is that you?"

I slowly dragged my eyes up from the pavement to see who the fuck was calling me 'Allyson', and if there were too many witnesses present for me to scratch her face off.

But, of course, I already knew who it was. The only person to ever call me by my full name.

I saw a woman running into view, and my eyes narrowed some more.

This was her. The chick Lester was with. For now.

She had very short brown hair, small eyes the color of mud, thin lips, a huge ass and small tits.

Dad could've done better.

I opened my mouth to tell her that, but her arm was suddenly around me.

"I know you're angry that I'm late but-"

I prised myself away from her. She smelt like sweat and strong perfume.

"First things first," I told her, folding my arms. "One, my name is Ally. Not Allyson. Two, you're damn fucking straight, you're late."

"I will not tolerate that kind of language, young lady," She told me for the umpteenth time.

"Whatever." I cut her off. This wouldn't be the first time I'd heard this speech. I started to walk in the direction she'd came, towards a sleek, small Ferrari which was obviously now hers. "Just grab my bags, will ya?" I called out to her.

"How was your flight?" Candy asked me pleasantly on the ride home.

"I sat beside a couple who kept trying to attempt to joining the Mile High club," I told her in an enthusiastic voice. "It was delightful!"

"Language," She commented, and I wanted to tell her that I didn't even fucking swear, but she continued. "But I know what'll brighten your day - we're having dinner with a very nice family this evening - The De la Rosa's."

Candy's version of a "nice family" was a family of complete tards who did nothing but talk about global warming, and church, and how kids were "getting out of control these days".

I groaned. "I'm not going." I told her. I just knew the De la Rosa's were going to be total fucking dweebs.

"Yes, you are. They're all looking forward to meeting you, especially the youngest two, Trish and Trent."

I groaned even louder.

Great.

Fucking great.

"Now, I need you to be on your best behavior. Rosie, the mother of the two younger one's, is one of my best friends. Wear appropriate clothes - if you're wearing a dress, it should be at least knee length." Candy said, coming into my room without knocking like the she-devil she was.

I ignored her, and focused on applying eyeliner and mascara.

Now, I had to say, my new room wasn't too bad. It had it's own bathroom, a good view, and it was bigger than my old one back in New York.

"That shirt looks good on you," Candy said, and I resisted the urge to tell her that I was wearing my pajama top instead of what I was wearing out in case I got make-up on it.

I kept ignoring her and started to apply blusher.

I heard Candy give up on trying to bond with me then, and walk away, asking Lester which earrings he thought she should wear.

When my hair was in a messy bun, tendrils falling around my face, my eye makeup was done, and I was wearing a dress way above knee-length (just to piss Candy off), I looked in the mirror and smiled.

Not too shabby, Dawson.

When I got downstairs, Candy was holding up two pairs of diamond earrings, still wondering which pair she should wear.

I looked closely at them both.

I saw no difference.

"Which do you prefer?" She kept saying to my dad, and then immediately disagreed with whatever pair he chose.

I heaved a sigh.

"There's no difference." I called from the stairs.

They both looked at me.

"There is," Candy protested.

"You are literally holding two of the same pair of earrings." I turned to my dad. "Why are you wasting your time with her?"

Candy took a deep breath. "This doesn't concern you, Allyson."

"Motherfuck," I groaned, resisting violence. "My name is Ally!" I yelled. I turned to Lester again. "Tell her! Tell her that I don't know this 'Allyson' she keeps speaking of."

Lester hesitated. "Well... Ally, your full name technically is Ally-"

"You're taking her side?" I spluttered, shell-shocked. Candy had a smug smile on her face that she didn't even try to hide.

"I'm not taking anyone's side-"

"Whatever." I interrupted. If he wanted to be on the bitch's side, then fine.

"I'll be in the car," I said, going towards the front door.

"That dress is much too short," Candy suddenly said, realizing what I was wearing for the first time.

I flipped her off and walked away.

We were let into the De la Rosa's house by a butler, and in the hall was an olive-skinned woman, beaming at us.

"Candy! And Lester! Oh, it's so good to see you!" The woman said, hugging them both. They all started to exchange pleasantries, pretty much ignoring me for the moment.

I looked around at the huge house. The ceiling was very high, and the walls were white, and a long, spiral staircase led to upstairs.

"Oh, and Allyson!" Rosie De la Rosa greeted me, and I instantly hated her. "How nice to finally meet you! Your step-mother has told me so much about you!"

So all bad things, then.

"Trish and Trent are in the playroom, just down the hall there." She told me. I took that as my cue to leave them alone, and walked in the direction she pointed me in, not even bothering to smile or anything.

I ended up outside the door of a large room, in which a boy and girl were watching MTV.

They were both pretty attractive.

It was a shame they were going to be freaks.

"Um, hey," I greeted them awkwardly. "I'm Ally," I added, as they turned around to look at me.

"Gee golly, Ally, we've heard so much about you!" The girl said, grinning.

Oh dear God.

"Really?" I muttered, coming in and sitting on a beanbag.

"Yeah!" The guy said, his enthusiasm irritating me.

"I'm Trish," The girl said with a grin, extending her arm for me to shake.

"And I'm Trent," The guy said, at the same time, so I was shaking both of their hands at once.

"Wanna play a game? Monopoly, maybe?" Trent suggested, his enthusiasm growing by the minute.

I decided not to tell them about my aggressive nature when playing board games like Monopoly. I had literally never finished a game because a, it became obvious I was going to lose and I would tip the board over, or b, I would get convinced that the other person wasn't playing by the rules and tip the board over.

"Sure." I agreed, smiling.

As soon as Trent left the room to find the board game, Trish rolled her eyes. "Excuse my brother. He's kind of obsessed with Monopoly, even though he can't play for shit."

I stared at her, wide-eyed.

The girl that greeted me with the words 'gee golly' was now swearing?

She saw my expression and laughed. "I have to keep up with the whole good-girl front, ya know? But I wasn't kidding when I said I've heard about you - and I kind of like you already. You got expelled, right?"

"Twice." I confirmed.

"Nice," She said, giving me knucks.

"The thing is, I need a new partner in crime, and I'm thinking you could be her. You in?"

I sighed in relief at the first good thing that had happened to me since I got to this horrible place.

"Hells to the yes." She nodded, smiling.

"Want a beer?" She asked, turning around and rummaging through the mini-fridge."

"You're allowed to have beer?"

"Nope."

"I thought you were trying to keep up the good-girl disguise in front of your brother?"

"So?"

"So it's gonna be pretty hard to do that if we're drinking fucking beer." I told her, exasperated. She rolled her eyes at me like I was stupid and the through me a juice box.

I raised my eyebrows.

"There's a straw," She hinted, and I sighed and stuck the straw into it, sipping.

The juice box was full of beer.

I stared at her, and she shrugged. "I know a guy." She said simply.

"Trish," I said, taking a long sip out of the juice box. "This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

The next day, Trish and I were at this coffee shop, making fun of what various people were wearing or doing.

"I believe you actually have to have an ass to wear leggings," Trish muttered to a girl that was wearing tons of makeup, sitting at a table not so far away from us.

The girl flipped her off, and I giggled. "You're terrible," I told her. "They're gonna kick us out of here if you don't shut up-" I paused mid-sentence.

I stared at the door, where he had just walked in.

Tall, tanned, an incredibly sexy mess of blond hair. Muscles that rippled every time his hands moved. Pink, plump, lickable lips, hazel eyes, and a smile that made you need to have to change your panties because of the saturation. He was dressed in sneakers, grey jeans and a red button-down shirt.

Hot damn.

"Trish," I gasped, grabbing her arm. "Who... is that?" I asked, looking towards the entrance of the coffee shop.

She looked up and smirked when she saw who I was talking about.

"That's Austin Moon."

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