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Ally's POV
"But you know I hate the beach!" I complained. Sonya, Tasha, Aunt Anita and I were in the car, driving to the beach. Ugh. Tasha and I sat at the back, me listening to my iPod and Tasha was reading. Sonya sat in the front while her mom drove, she was texting someone.

"Oh Ally!" Aunt Anita said, smiling as she drove, "I'm sure by the end of today you'll love it!" I beg to differ.

"I doubt it," I say. Anita just laughed, "Darling, you don't know what will go on, you might meet someone special," Anita added with a wink. I sighed and looked out of the window.

Sonya suddenly scoffed, "Mom, you know Ally, she's a total klutz!"

"I think you're just a little jealous," Anita teased, "She looks beautiful in that bathing suit!" I blushed deep crimson. Sonya just rolled her eyes and continued texting.

"Where here!" Anita suddenly exclaimed, stopping the car. I sighed and got out of the car and stepped onto the golden sand. It was your typical beach: couples strolling, boys surfing, girls building sandcastles... What is so great about sand and water?

We found a good spot and set up our towels and deckchairs. Sonya removed her sundress and got ready to lie in the sun with her magazine. Boys walked past, whistling and winking at her, she just gave them a flirty smile before starting to read. Anita was gone already, shopping at the mini – mall that was located across the road. Sighing, I turned to Tasha.

"Hey," I said with a smile. Tasha looked at me, and gave me a slight nod before turning back to her novel.

"Why are you so quiet all the time?" I asked my cousin, sitting next to her. Tasha shrugged and turned a page. I sighed exasperatedly.

"Do you wanna get some ice cream?" I press. I was going to get something out of this girl if it is the last thing I do. Tasha shook her head no.

I rolled my eyes and took out my songbook. I'm currently in the middle of writing another song. It's called 'Double Take'. Ah, nothing like a slow love song...

Flip a switch
Turn up the lightning
Get it right
Show 'em how it's done

Free it up
No matter how you dress that song
Boy you know you got a number one

Go with it
you got 'em where you want 'em
Drop the beat
They need to hear your sound

Play it up
Its coming down to you right now
They wanna know, know, kn-

I didn't realize that I was singing out loud as I thought of new lyrics and a melody. I felt someone staring at me. I looked up to see Tasha staring at me, her jaw dropped. I blushed, oh no! She must have heard me and now she probably thinks I'm a total dork!

"Oh, sorry... I just kind of got lost in the music," I mumbled, still red, "I'll stop, if you want..." I closed my book and reached for my bag. Tasha's hand stopped my hand.

"No," she said quietly, "Don't stop." Now it was my turn to look shocked. Tasha spoke. To me! Whoa, first Sonya gets rejected now this? OMG, I think this is a sign... what does it mean?

"Really?" I ask.

Tasha nodded, "You have a wonderful voice... and I like that song, its really cool!" I could just about collapse. Tasha and I are having an actual conversation!

"Thanks," I say, "I wrote it myself... well, still in the process..."

"You write songs? That's so cool!"

I grinned, "Are you into music?"

"Yeah... all sorts!"

So, all of a sudden, Tasha and I are having a great time, talking and laughing... We even had ice cream together! Pretty weird...

"So," I ask a few hours later, "Who lives next door?" Don't look at me like that! I have to know who that guy is! I was born with curiosity, okay?

"My dad's friend and his family," Tasha responded, "The Moon family, to be exact."

"Do they have a son?"

Tasha nodded, "Yeah, I think he's seventeen... a year older than you, right?" I nodded. I was going to ask his name, until I bumped into someone. I fell to the ground, dropping my ice cream cone onto the sand. I groan in annoyance and embarrassment.

"Oh, lo siento," (Oh, I'm sorry) a masculine voice says. I look up and meet two warm brown eyes. I almost instantly melt, "Uh..."

"She doesn't speak Spanish," Tasha says. I forgot she was even there.

The boy helped me up, and apologized, "I'm really sorry... Want me to buy you a new cone?" I nodded with a nervous giggle. Tasha winked at me before going back to our spot.

"My name is Dallas, by the way," the boy said, smiling. "Am Ally I..." I said before slapping my forehead, "I mean...!" Dallas laughed, "You're cute," he stated. I blushed and looked at my toes.

"T-thanks," I stuttered. From the corner of my eye, I could see Tasha and Sonya staring. I looked at Dallas and summoned up the courage to ask him a question.

"S-so... come here often?" Really? Allyson Dawson, I am ASHAMED of you!

Dallas smiled, "No, actually. I'm from America but I came here for vacation. My dad's Spanish."

"R-really? C-cool... I'm from Imaim!" WHAT? Did I just say 'Miami' backwards? Dallas cocked his head in a confused but cute manner. "Never been there... Anyway, I have to go, it was nice meeting you!" he said with a smile before leaving. I groaned, why can't I talk to guys?

I turned to go back to Tasha and Sonya but I found no one. They had ditched me.

I checked my watch and sighed in anxiety: they obviously not on the beach. It was getting late. I tried calling Sonya but she didn't answer. Dad's phone was off, too. I didn't have Tasha's number or Aunt Anita's. I walked off of the beach, with my songbook clutched to my chest. Where were they? Why did they leave me?

What if I don't make it back home? Ever? The thought of this made me want to cry. I began walking down the streets, hopelessly lost. All the street names and roads were in Spanish. Why did I take French?

I tear rolled down my cheek, followed by another and another. Pretty soon, I was crying so much I could flood the Missisipi River. Suddenly, I heard a voice singing. My head snapped up. I know that voice! It belonged to the boy next door! Relieved, I ran, following the direction of the voice until I met a white-blonde boy, singing softly as he walked. I froze. Could I trust him?

"Yo sé que me estás siguiendo," (I know you're following me) he said, turning around. My jaw dropped. Another cute boy? EEP!

He looked concerned and stepped closer to me, drying my tears with his thumb, "¿Qué pasa?" (What's wrong?) I shook my head, "I don't speak Spanish..." I croaked. Why was I disgracing myself in front of guys today? Dang it... he's REALLY cute!

The boy smiled softy, "Deja que te ayude, estoy en Austin, por cierto." (Let me help you. I'm Austin, by the way) I looked down, "Oh, you don't speak English, right...? Wait, did you say your name was Austin?"

The boy nodded, "¿Te has perdido?" (Are you lost?) Austin put his arm around my shoulders and walked with me. I sighed, how is he going to help me now? We don't understand each other. And he might just be a pervert trying to get to me. Or a kidnapper. Or a serial killer. I shivered and stepped away from him. He tilted his head at me in confusion, "¿No viene usted?" (Aren't you coming?)

I helplessly looked at him. He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets, "Bien, entonces." (Fine then) He began to walk off. I bit my lip. What if he wasn't the boy from next door? What if he was? I sighed and followed him. He smiled, and held my hand, sending a jolt of electricity up my arm. His hand felt so... right there. Like it belonged there, you know? Anyway, I liked the feeling.

Before I knew it, we were on my street. I smiled in relief, that was Aunt Anita's house! I could shout for joy. I ran to the gate, letting go of Austin's had as I did so. But then I stopped and turned around. He was standing right behind me, smiling sweetly. I grinned and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you!" I whispered in his ear. I kissed his cheek before knocking on the gate. The guard looked at me in shock, "Ms. Dawson! The mistress has been worried sick about you! How did you get here?"

"He brought me here," I said, turning around. But there was no one there. Where was Austin? The guard looked around in confusion, "Who?"

"He was... but... I..." Where the heck did he go? He was nowhere to be found. But in his place, I saw a little guitar pick on a chain. I picked it up and put it in my pocket.

The moment I walked into the lounge, Tasha tackled me with hugs along with Anita and Dad. Both had tears running down their faces. Dad even looked like he had been crying.

"Ally, where have you been?"

"Ally, I'm so sorry!"

"Ally, I've been worried sick!"

"What happened?" I asked, "One minute I was talking to Dallas and the next you and Sonya were gone!" I yelled, angry.

"It wasn't like that!" Tasha exclaimed, "I went home with mom in a taxi and Sonya said she'd go with you, when you were done talking to Dallas!"

"She ditched me!" I yelled. Dad pulled me in for another hug, "I'm so sorry, Ally – Cat. How did you get back?"

"This boy helped me," I responded, still mad, "His name was Austin."

Tasha looked at me in disbelief, "Austin? As in Austin Moon?"

"I don't know his surname," I said, "He couldn't even speak English..."

"Well, all that matters is that you're back." At that moment, Sonya came downstairs. She acted relieved, "Oh Ally! I was so worried about you!"

"No me vengas con esa mierda, que chica estúpida! ¿cómo podría salir de Ally por su cuenta en la noche? No sé cuál es tu problema, pero ..."( Don't give me any of that shit, you stupid girl! How could you leave Ally on her own at night? I don't know what your problem is but...) Anita's voice trailed off as she continued to walk upstairs with Sonya pouting. Tasha shook her head, "Sorry about that," she said quietly before walking to her room. I turned to dad. He sighed, "You should probably go to bed, Ally. It's been a long day."

I nodded and walked up to my room. I changed into my pyjamas and climbed into bed. I got out my book.

"Dear diary," I wrote. I smiled at the guitar pick/necklace that shone on my bedside, "You'll never believe what happened today..."

What do you think? This is Auslly all the way, btw! And don't worry about minor details... I've got a whole lot more surprises up my sleeve!

Sammie ;)