A/N: Really hope you enjoyed the Prologue! You don't have to read the paragraph down there I'm just ranting about recent emails -.- that have been annoying me. This category is reeaaally foreign for me, so bear with me. Enjoy the story.

Now, I wanna address some of the messages that have been sent to me. If you haven't noticed, my author name is WATIFAngel93. I live up to the what if part. I like to think outside of the box. I saw that there weren't any Andre/Oc stories and I wrote one. I saw that in the Boondocks category, there weren't many Huey/OC stories, so I wrote one. Next I'm doing a Riley/Cindy, because there aren't a lot. I don't write OC stories because I have some kind of romantic fantasy about them, I write them because I like to think "what if". Don't message me with some crap like that. Its rather annoying. Just wanted to get that off of my chest.

Chapter 1: California Girls-Katy Perry

"Oh my goodness, ARIA!"

I cringed slightly at the sound of my aunts high pitched voice. Really, that thing could break glass if she talked loud enough, and I'm kinda surprised it isn't now. I watched as she waved at me spastic-ally from across the terminal, trying to get through the mass of people. She was drawing a lot of attention to both of us.

I looked up at Rob as he stifled a laugh at the crazed woman. "Please just kill me now." I muttered as I was pushed gently towards my aunt by Rob.

My aunt wasn't a unattractive woman, I mean she had our family genes. She had me and my moms dark brown, awesomely gorgeous, long hair. She looked an awful lot like my mother, besides the unneeded amounts of make up and boob job. Seriously, those things were huge! My mom once told me that they were about an F cup...I didn't even know they made F cup. She's why isn't she falling over right now?

I put on the best smile I could when we finally reached my aunt, who beamed at me happily. "Hey Aunt Mimi." I greeted.

"Hey?" She scoffed. "Now, I know you know how to properly greet your aunty! Come here!"

I looked back at Rob for some kind of SOS, instead he chuckled at me. Some bodyguard he was! I sighed and stepped into my Aunt Mimi's arms, allowing her to pull me into a hug. God, her boobs were crushing me. Seriously, those things were hard as rock! She hugged me tightly before standing back to look me over.

"Well you sure have grown." she commented as she looked me up and down. "You look more and more like your mother every time I see you!."

I raised an eyebrow at that. "Thanks..."

She looked at Rob with a smile. "How are you Robby?"

He nodded wordlessly, yeah he didn't like my aunt to much. Her voice annoyed his ears. She sucked on her teeth and sighed.

"Well, we have to get home in time for dinner." She announced snapping her fingers at Rob and pointing at my bags. "Dylan just cannot wait to see you! She would have come, but she's at home working on a school project." she bubbled. "You know she's goes to Hollywood Arts too, she's a very talented actress and dancer."

I glanced back at Rob, who begrudgingly followed us with my luggage. "That's cool." I muttered. Dear lord help me.

I could help but marvel at how completely different California was to New York. In New York, you couldn't exactly see the sun or sky clearly unless you were looking for it, and everyone there dressed modestly. Here, in Cali, you could see everything clearly, even the setting sun, and EVERYONE wore bathing suits. Seriously, men walking around bare chested (which I really didn't mind ;) ), girls in tiny little shorts, and incredibly tan. Then the beach. I had only been to the beach twice in my lifetime, and I always got blown away when I saw the ocean. It was positively gorgeous again the sunset and the golden horizon.

I seriously wish that I had packed more weather appropriate clothes, it was boiling hot. Jesus, now I know why my aunt dresses so skimpy. I wasn't entirely listening to my aunt as she talked about her life in Hollywood. I already knew that she was a fashion designer with four ex husbands, which was one of the reasons she had such a large income. She had a little boutique and everything. It was a pretty good one too. I owned some of the clothes she designed. My mom even wore some of her stuff on stage many times.

But my cousin, Dylan, yeah she was a bitch. I don't care how forward or mean I sound, she's a bitch. Like not even the normal level of bitch, she scratches out a female dog and puts her picture under neath it in the dictionary. When we were little, she used to take and steal everything I had, whether it be boyfriends, toys or clothes. I remember she came to visit us in New York, and when she left she had my favorite shoes, my earrings, and my crushes number. On top of that, she thinks she's better than me. (Total and complete lie.)

"We're here!" My aunt exclaimed as her limo pulled up the long drive way to the absolutely gorgeous beach side home.

It was beautiful, beach styled and very open. It wasn't modern like a lot of other LA houses that I had saw in movies, but really nice and creative. It was all Hawaiian themed, and I simply loved it!

Aunt Mimi rattled on about the detail of the house as she ushered us in. Seriously! The living room was simply gorgeous, a sunny white themed that had a look out patio that had a beautiful view of the ocean. It had a merged modernized kitchen where there was a chef hard at work. I dropped the bag I was carrying in awe. Yeah, my mom had a truly awesome pent house back in New York, but this was...yeah wow.

"Aunt Mimi, this is gorgeous." I said in awe.

She smiled and stared proudly at her home. "Yeah, your mom got the flare for music, I got the flare for style." she looked at me happily. "Come on, I designed your room just how your mom said you would like it."

I smiled back and followed her upstairs. Rob was right behind us, still lugging my bags. Love the big guy! My aunt excitedly opened one of the doors of the long hall upstairs. It was the last room at the end of the hall. When she opened it, I felt my breath catch in my chest. It was...wonderful. The room was a golden sunset color, to mimic the sky right now. I had a simply fantastic view of the ocean with a balcony. My bed was a four poster bed with a white curtain surrounding it. The comforters were white as well. Music notes scattered across the walls, like a symphony floated around me. The furniture all matched, including my desk that was already set with school supplies and a picture frame.

"Now, I didn't do much with the decorations, because I'm sure that you wanted add your own personal touch." Aunt Mimi said happily, clapping her hands. "If you don't like it we can change it-"

"No, no!" I quickly said, breaking from my stupor. "Its great, really! I love it, all of it."

She smiled warmly at me and gave me a big hug, which I happily gave back. "Now, I'm very sorry, but I have to go to the boutique. We're short staffed." she said as she released me. "Make yourself right at home!"

She patted Rob on the stomach, he hates that, as she left out of the room. I flopped down on the my bed, beaming like a complete idiot. Maybe California wouldn't be so bad. Rob dropped my bags on the ground and nodded at me.

"I'ma go find my room and find da kitchen." he told me, patting his stomach.

I nodded and smiled up at him. "Kay. Not bad down here is it?"

He chuckled and turned to leave. "Nope, not at all."

I rolled my eye and turned on my stomach so I could stare out at my view. Nope, not bad at all.

I fixed my sun glasses on my head as I moved outside to the patio. It was already night and I saw the stars from inside and wanted to see them outside. It was so nicely cool down here, I liked it. Moving to the patio I smiled. Of course, my aunt had a pool even though she lived literally on the beach. And a jacuzzi. I wanted to run over and get in when I saw Dylan, standing next to the pool with some guy. Her back was turned away from me so thankfully she didn't see me.

The guy, which made me totally appreciate Hollywood better, was gorgeous. Seriously, he had chocolate colored skin with dark dreads. His handsome face was turned into a frown directed towards my cousin and his arms were folded over his seemingly muscular chest. How the hell did my my cousin get a guy like him.

"Andre, baby, it was not what it looked like." my cousin was explaining, in that pouty, annoying voice she did when she was trying to get out of trouble.

The guy, Andre, raised an annoyed eyebrow at her. "OH really? Now enlighten me on how Clay dry humping you on his car could look any different than cheating?"

Dylan didn't miss a beat with answering, she was always a pretty good liar. "We were just practicing for a play! You know how that is! You know how dedicated I am to acting, Clay was just helping me out with a scene for Sykowitz."

"Yeah, Sykowitz assigned a scene where Clay had to give you a hickey." Andre drawled sarcastically, pointing at my cousins neck, in which she gasped and covered the spot on her neck. Andre just deepened his glare on her. "We're done." he said simply, trying to brush past her to leave.

Dylan quickly caught him by the arm, pulling him back towards her. "But baby-"

Andre gently pried her hand from his arm and shook his head. "Goodbye Dylan."

Andre left quickly, only nodding at me as he left. I raised an eyebrow at my cousin as she stood beside the pool, finally noticing my presence. She looked pissed, then again she always looked that way when she saw me. Plus her boyfriend just broke up with her. Hehehe.

"Oh, your here." she snapped angrily, walking up to me with her arms folded.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah Dyl, I'm here, and sadly you haven't changed a bit."

She scoffed and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Ditto little cousin."

Dylan looked exactly like her mom. Except, she was a stick. Of course she had our family's good looks, it was an inevitably. She had blonde streaks in her hair and a skimpy ass bikini. However, her eyes were green, from her dad, not gray like the rest of our family.

"How much did you hear?" she asked accusingly.

"Enough to know that you've certainly been busy." I joked, going to lay on one of the recliners. "Sorry about your boyfriend."

She death glared me. "Nothing to be sorry about, we'll be back together by tomorrow night. Just wait."

I gave her a pointed look and turned my head up to look at the night sky. "Mmmmmmhmm."

Dylan scowled and stormed off. "You better not make me look bad at school tomorrow!" she yelled back.

I rolled my eyes. Secretly, I hoped I wouldn't embarrass myself.

A/N: I hope you guys liked it. I'm up late writing this, so dont be tooo hard on me lol