A/N: I wrote a cuss word for the title of this on my computer so that I was reminded to work on it, or else my mom would see. Tricking the mind. This song was playing in my head, "Masquerade" by Nicki Minaj.

Ally's POV (I was too lazy to put it in third person…)

It wasn't all the time when you woke up at your friend's enemy's house. I could hear Dez silently breathing on the ground, smiling in his sleep and kicking the couch a few times. "Yo…. Wassup…?" He said in his sleep. I covered my face with a throw pillow to keep from laughing. "Summer… in the sand…" Dez slurred mindlessly, moving his arms around wildly. He was obviously singing one of Austin's songs. I couldn't help it, I began to laugh as loud as I pleased, as Dez shot up. "WHOA!" He yelled at the couch. I slid my legs over and slapped him on the head. "Hey, moron, wake up." I scolded and got up, running a hand through my hair. He got up eventually, his disheveled mat of hair smoothly fell into a line of bristles. "I need to get home, Dez." I told him as a yawn came from me. He nodded and ran into the garage, probably to get his car. I waited patiently as the garage door opened and he motioned for me to come on. As I walked out, I was surprised to see him settling himself on a red bike. It was decorated with stickers and other crazy things that made the bike so "Dez". "Where is your car?" I asked, barely above a whisper. In all honesty, I didn't want him to hear me complaining. "Come on, Ally. You can sit in the basket." He offered proudly, as if he was giving me a passenger seat in a helicopter or something. How was I supposed to fit in a basket that little? Yet, without much hesitation, I sat behind him and grabbed onto his waist, as we rode off into the sunrise.

I once arrived home, feeling slightly less awake then I was as Dez made so many unneeded stops on the way here. Whether it was a rock or a leaf, he would stop the bike so quick I felt like my head was going to explode. I crawled up the stairs, about to enter when I felt myself fall onto the last step before literally passing out. Why was I so tired? I kept myself up slightly, but kept falling down. Finally, I made my way over to the door of my room and collapsed, falling into a deep sleep.

Austin's POV

Miami de Carnival!

Read the front news. I gagged mentally at it, feeling myself fall onto my back. My life has flown into this intense spiral and I can't get out of it. I heard Dallas knock on my door, and got up to answer slowly. My legs felt like butter from running around in a studio all day. Singing is hard work. I opened the door and saw Dallas and his mother, smiling at me. You see, my dad had a kid with this lady, and the kid was Dallas. My dad wanted Dallas, and his mom could care less. So he moved in with us at a young age and his mom visited often. She worked as a boss over Ally's mom at a law firm, I think. "Hi there, Austin." She said in her usual, snooty tone. I nodded at her politely. She loved to poke fun at me and my mom, saying that he should've picked the 'better' family. And he made a 'huge' mistake. The mistake was laying down with your stuck up a- "Dallas will be here with you guys for a few more days before I take him on a little vacation. I heard you sing, how's that working out?" She asked me. Sometimes, this lady just loved pushing my buttons. "Concerts every week, fans everywhere. Of course I've got haters…" I said, letting a tiny glare slip through. She smirked and pushed Dallas into my room, before rushing downstairs. I swear, all though me and Dallas were not close, I felt bad his mom treated him like absolute crap. It was sickening. Suddenly, I had a good idea. "Wanna go somewhere tonight?" I asked him as I slipped my sneakers on. He looked perplexed, but nodded eagerly. "Alright, meet me downstairs in ten. I need to call up a friend." Dallas nodded and went downstairs, almost tripping. I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone and called up Trish. "Hello…?" The other line answered. "You up for Ferris wheels and cotton candy?"

The whole time was an amazing time. Music blasted out of speaker and the food was more than just good. We threw up after a few rides, but never stopped. It was too fun. We found ourselves outside the Music-o-rama. It was this ride where you went in a circle really fast as music played super loudly. You went up and down and all around, like a merry go round on steroids. "I swear… my guts… were left on that ride!" I yelled at them. They laughed and sat at a nearby table, Dallas munching on a corndog and Trish sipping on a slushie. "That was amazing. I swear, we shouldn't be eating when we're about to go on the No Gravity (All these rides are real. I went on them once, but I got real sick on the No Gravity. You were put in this circular thing and it went really fast and you were literally pinned up against the wall because it was that fast. We all fell off the walls when the ride ended!)." She explained. I nodded, looking at sick children climbing off the ride, throwing up loudly. "I feel sorry for the poor guy getting paid to clean up my puke." Dallas said, tossing his stick away. Trish giggled and got on the ride with him, as I stayed back. Big mistake. Only a few minutes later, paparazzi and fans were swarming. I was glad that Trish and Dallas got off the ride in time because that was when we decided to leave, running toward our car like crazy. "Wow!" Trish yelled, sliding into the passenger seat. "Crazy night…"

A/N: Am I the only one who has ever dreamed of living inside a carnival? Seriously! I'd love it!