Finally I got my rest! After all, this Clue Hunt made me really tired. You have no idea how much it did. You may wonder what Dan, Nellie and I are going to do now. Well, we're going to Brazil! A city in the south named Curitiba, in detail. It's not a beach city but there are some awesome parks instead.

We landed in the city airpoirt. We've hired a translator for the time we were staying here. She was waiting for us in the airpoirt hanging a sign where it was written "Cahill". Soon as we saw that, we walked through the crowed room to meet her.

"Hey! Are you Amy and Dan Cahill?" we nodded, so she went on. "I'm Debby, your translator,"

"Hello. Pleasure," I said.

"Hi." Dan and Nelli said at the same time.

Debby took us into a car, that, I suppose, belongs to her. Debby's eyes were blue. Her hair was blond and curly. She seemed to be the same age of Nellie's (A/N: Nellie's 18, Amy's 16 and Dan's 13 in this fanfic). Apparently, she was nice.

It was a bit too quite in the car. I decided to start a conversation. "So Debby, how old are you?"

She took a little bit long to answer. "I'm 19." Ookay, how do I keep this on?

"Um . . . you're at college, then? What's your course?" Nellie asked. I murmured a thanks toher.

"Yeah, I'm doing Psychology. It's really cool . . . very interesting." Debby told us. "You know, you guys got here in a great time of the year. Spring is my fav season: we come from cold to not-that-hot. And what's better: I'm on vacations!"

"That's totally true! Vacations rock!" Dan commented. Debby laughed and so did we. "Could you turn on the radio, please?" he asked. There's something really wrong here . . . did Dan just say please? Weird. (A/N: I love saying weird! Isn't weird weird? It's really fun to speak! OK, back to the story).

"Sure," Debby answered as she turned the radio on.

Cause baby you're a firework

Come on show 'em what you're worth

Make 'em go "Ah, ah, ah!"

As you shoot across the sky "Ah, ah!"

Baby you're a firework

Come on let your colors burst

Make 'em go "Ah, ah, ah!"

You're gonna leave them all in "awe, awe, awe"

"Ah, amo essa música!" I heard Debby saying. Uh, what that means? "Oh, sorry. I meant, I love this song," Oh, now I know what that means . . . haha.

Debby's phone started ringing. She picked it up. "Alô? Quem . . .? Ah, oi . . . sim e você? . . . Que bom! . . . Agora? Não dá, tô trabalhando . . . de tradutora . . . Tá, tá bom. Já chego aí. Tchau. Beijos." (A/N: who wants to know what I wrote there? I think I can translate. I'm so cool! "Hello? Who's that? . . . Oh, hey . . . I'm fine and you? . . . Glad to know! Now? I can't, I'm working . . . as a translator . . . Fine, fine. I'm on my way. I'll get there as soon as possible. Bye. XOXO."). She put it back in her pocket. "Hey, do you mind if I step at my friend's? She said she needed to see me. Guess what! She's working as a translator, too! They're two british siblings."

"We don't. Go on." Nellie told her smiling.

I looked at Dan. He was looking through the car window. He realized I was looking at him and looked back.

These two siblings might be cool, he said. Fine, he didn't say, exactly. We can "talk" without saying on single word.

Yeah, they might be. Are you okay? You seem kinda sad, I asked him.

I'm fine. I'm only . . . wondering about . . . anything.

"Hey you Cahills! Stop doing that! You scare me!" Nellie made us cut our eye contact. I don't know why she's afraid of us. Only because we can understand what the other one wants to say just by looking at them? It is totally normal! Totally!

When ten minutes passed by, we got Debby's friend's. "Do you wanna come in?" she asked us.

"Uh, yeah," I answered her. We got out of the car and walked throuh the house's gate. Did Debby have the keys of her friend's? It seemed to be true. We came in the door to get to the living room.

"You can sit down, you know?" Debby told us. We sat down on the couch, then. Debby and her friend, whose name was Sarah, were talking in Portuguese about . . . I have no idea! Duh! Suddenly I heard some familiar voice.

"What are you wondering about, Amy, love?" I looked to who had spoken those words to see Ian Kabra. Why is he here? Is he stalking me? Why am I asking myself these questions?

"IAN? What are you doing here?" I said getting angry. "Are you stalking me? Wherever I go, there you are! That family thing we were on it's over! No need to stalk me anymore!"

"Don't think like that, love. We aren't stalking you," Wait, did he say we? Then, where's Nata- . . . oh, found her. She was wearing jeans mini-shorts, a Calvin Klein t-shirt and sandals. Her hair was curly.

"Hey, hey, Cahills," she spoke. I was stood up and saw Nellie and Dan standing up too. I don't know if it was me or Dan's eye was really sparkling . . . what'd happen to him? (A/N: really, Amy? Really? You do not know? 'Kay, sorry guys, but Amy is lazy, don't ya agree?).

"Why you Kabras here?" Nellie asked a little angry.

"Hello, babysitter. I haven't seen you for a while." Ian said in his sexy accent. Wait! Did I say sexy accent? I did NOT mean to! He's a jerk who tried to me!

"Nellie's our AU PAIR, not 'babysitter'!" Dan told him "gently".

"Guys, guys. Let's everybody calm down," Debby said, forcing us to stop our civilized conversation. "You know them?" she asked us.

"Unfortunately, we do." I spoke angry.

"Don't say it this way, love," Ian said. Urgh! I hate him!

"Don't you ever call me love again! I'm not your GF for you to call me that!" I yelled. Ian starred at me like he was saying you wish you were my GF. "I would never date you!" I said quickly.

"Never? I'll pretend I believe you, ok?" he was making me angrier than I already was. I meant to punch him but Nellie held me back swiftly. (A/N: I love saying swiftly! Duh, I'm a Swifty).

"He's not worth it, Amy. Calm down." she said.

"I was wrong," Dan said and we all looked at him confused. "These two british sibings are not cool."

"Not at all!" Nellie spoke.

"Shall we all calm down? Take it easy, guys," Sarah said out loud. "Debby, acho melhor você levar eles pro hotel ou dar um passeio por aí." (A/N: Translatiooon: "Debby, you should take them to their hotel or show them around.").

"E o que você queria me falar . . . ?" (A/N: "What about that thing you wanted me to know?").

"Depois." (A/N: "Later."). Sara said making a sign with her hands.

"Tá bom, " (A/N: "Fine,"). Debby nodded. "C'mon guys. Let's go," she picked her bag up and we walked out back to her car. "Me liga, Sarah!" (N/A: "Call me, Sarah!"). Debby yelled back to Sarah.

We got into Debby's car. I cannot tell the look on her face: it was a mix of confusion, shame, guilty and curiosity.

"Sorry for that," she finally said. "I shouldn't have taken you there."

No, no. We are sorry." I told her. She smiled.

"But . . . what's going on between you and that guy?" she asked.

"Well . . . i-it's a long story," Damn it! I started stuttering again! "They are our distant c-cousins,"

"And Amy loves Ian since 2 years ago," Dan sang.

"I. Do. Not. Love. Ian. Stop saying so!"

"But you do! It's not my fault! It's the truth!" he was sorta laughing.

"No, I don't!"

"Yep, you do!" he sang again.

"Whatevs! I know I do not. I don't need to prove you anything,"

"Wow!" Nellie exclaimed. "That was good!" she started laughing, then. Dan made an I-hate-you face and looked through the car window.

**Imy**

It was about 03PM when we came in the hotel. Debby went check in for us and get the keys (or cards). We were in the 313 room, so we got there.

Our room had two other little rooms: one of 'em had two single beds and the another one, one double bed. Which one had its own bathroom.

"This room is mine," Nellie said as she put her bag down in the double bed. "You two use the other one."

"Hey! It's not fair!" Dan protested.

"I'm older than you, so I can choose which room I want," she said nonchalant and kept on unpacking her stuff.

"I still think it is not fair." Dan said finally. Then, he went to the another room, where I already was, laying on the bed, starring the roof.

Dan took his computer and turned it on. Do ya think I was too evil to him? I'm starting to think so. Know what? I was'nt! He started, saying I loved Ian. That's not true, right? I mean, I hate Ian, not love. Then something reminded me of Dan's eyes sparkling when he saw Natalie. What if . . . no, it cannot be true, Dan hates Natalie as much as I hate Ian. He doesn't like her, does he? Because of he does, I'd have the same feeling for Ian . . . NO! Stop it!

"Whatcha doing?" I asked Dan.

"Playing a game." he answered coldly.

"What game?" I tried to be gentle.

"None of your business. But . . . what were you wondering while starring the roof?" he asked. "Anything about the Cobras, I suppose."

"Maybe but . . . yes." Dan made an I-knew-it face. "Why?"

"Nada. It's just . . . there was a long long time we haven't seen them and . . . when I saw Natalie I felt . . . different, like there were butterflies in my stomach, you know?"

"Oh, you do like her!" Does that mean I like Ian? No way!

"I don't know. She has changed since we last saw her. She's different . . . in a good way. I know you get it. You feel the same for Ian. Don't even try to deny 'cause you know that is true." he finished.

"You think I like him?"

"No," what he means? "I'm sure. Since you first saw him. He realized so. That's the reason why he calls you 'love'." Damn it! It makes sense! Wait.

"But as long as he realized so, it means he . . . payed attention on me. It might mean he . . ." I stopped myself from saying the next words.

"Likes you back."

"For a 13-years-old boy you're smart," he smiled to me and focused on his game which is not my business.

I felt my phone ringing in my pocket, so I picked it up.

"Hello? Who's that?"

"Hi, love. How are you?"