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Ally's POV
I walked to the kitchen, needing a glass of water really badly. I just came from my morning jog around the small neighbourhood (It was only five kilometres once). Next time, I should really carry a bottle of water with me. I reached the fridge and grabbed a bottle. Hey, the cupboard is so far away...

Wow, I sound like Trish...

And the weirdest thing happened whilst I was out. I bumped into Austin and his friends when I passed his house. The boys were irritating enough to wolf whistle... and his Dad was there! Gosh, it was MEGA IMBARRASSING! Next time, I should take another route... and I should stick to tracksuit bottoms. Never wear short shorts and a tank when running past Austin. Never.

After gulping down 550ml of water, I felt refreshed. I could hear the TV from the main lounge, so I decided to check out what Sonya was watching on my way up to my room. Tasha wasn't up yet. Well, she hadn't come down from her room yet.

Sonya sat on the couch, still in her pjs as she sipped hot cocoa. Her eyes were glued to the TV. She was watching the Helen Show! I love that show!

"And welcome back everybody!" Helen said on the TV as she sat on her couch, "Today we have Internet sensation, Austin Moon!"

"WHAT?" I shouted in shock. Sonya waved her arm in my direction, her eyes glued to the screen, "Shut up, he's singing his new song, Double Take! OMG, doesn't he look so hot?" I rolled my eyes at her.

I watched in disbelief as Austin sang and danced to his song. I marched upstairs into my room, slamming my door shut in frustration. That stupid, lying weasel... Suddenly, an idea just popped into my head. I walked over to my window seat and tossed my rubber bouncy ball. It flew right in and hit someone. The person swore and marched up to the window. Sadly, it wasn't Austin, but a little boy... well; he looked like he was fourteen but... yeah, still little.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Ross," the blonde boy said, "I'm Austin's little brother. Who are you?" he asked as he threw the ball back. I caught it.

"I'm Sonya's cousin, Ally."

"Oh. What do you want, Austin's not here." I frowned, "Where is he?"

"He just left. I think he's going to the Helen show again... That woman can't seem to leave him alone..."

"Well, okay then. Thanks!" I turned away. I grinned and left my room to go to Tasha's.

I knocked – more like banged – on her door till she opened it. Tasha was also in her pyjamas and her hair was a mess.

"Tasha, get dressed, we're going to the Helen Show!" I exclaimed. Tasha raised her eyebrow at me, "why?" she asked, softly.

"Because I'm going to pay a visit to Austin..." I stated. Tasha rolled her eyes, "I'd rather not."

"Aw, please?"

Tasha shook her head.

"Why not?"

She shrugged. Really, were we back to this again?

"For me?" I said pleadingly, "It's fine if you don't want to, I can go on my own and have no moral support and look like an idiot in front of the whole studio and Austin and they'll laugh at me and when I get home to Miami everyone will know cause Austin will have put it on the Internet and Trish will ditch me cause I'll be a loser and I'll have no choice than to live under my bed like a hobo and I'll miss my exams and fail and not get into college and my dad will throw me out and I'll live on the street next to that lady who thinks she's a peacock under a little box and..."

"Okay!" Tasha yelled, snapping, "I'll go, just please stop talking!" I smiled, "Yay!"

I rushed to my room to take a quick shower before changing into a pink dress and my jean jacket and boots. I grabbed my bag and ran downstairs where Tasha was shoving down a piece of buttered toast.

"Are you ready?" I asked. Tasha nodded.

"Ready for what?" We both turned to see Sonya standing in the doorway.

"None of your business!" I snapped. Sonya glared down at me. I have to say, she is kind of intimidating...

"It's not like it matters anyway, you're grounded, remember?" Tasha said quietly. She took my hand and led me to her car outside.

Now I can get Austin to admit that he stole my song. Ah, sweet justice...

"No, usted no puede entrar allí!" (No, you cannot get in there!)

"Why?" Tasha asked in exasperation to the security guard.

"You are not on my list!" The woman said in annoyance. Tasha flinched and took a step back.

I noticed a rack of clothing a few meters away from us, "Oh, Tasha, give up. We might as well go home," I said, pulling Tasha's hand and leading out the door. Tasha looked at me in confusion until she noticed the rack of clothing.

She grinned and climbed onto the rack, taking me with her. The rack had many bars of clothes, so it was easy to hide. We stood in silence until someone took the rack and pushed it past the security guard. Suddenly, it halted to a stop. Tasha poked her head out, peering around.

"Hey, we're in Austin's dressing room," she said. I looked around. The door opened, and Austin himself came in, looking nervous. Tasha and I quickly hid.

He paced back and forth, muttering words to himself in Spanish. Tasha nudged me and mouthing, "Talk to him." I gaped at her and shook my head furiously. Tasha frowned at me and gave me a little shove, making me fall out of the rack and at Austin's feet.

"What are you doing here?" Austin asked. I stood up and dusted myself off, trying to look confident. It obviously wasn't working, "I-I was... um... I wanted t-to ta-tell you that I..."

Austin smirked, "Aw, did you miss me?"

I scoffed, "No!"

"Then what are you doing here?"

"..."

"Does her royal shyness want to say something about her song?" I looked away, blushing. What am I doing? I was supposed to be angry, not shy! Speak up, woman!

"I want you to tell Helena that I wrote the song, not you," I said, finding my voice.

"And if I don't?"

"Then I'll tell her!"

"Fine!"

"Brilliant!" I snapped before turning around. I froze. How the heck was I going to tell Helena about my song? It will be on camera!

"Wait!" Austin's voice stopped me, "Don't go yet."

I turned around, "Why?"

"Today after we finished filming the interview, Helena said I should perform a new song tomorrow..."

"So?"

"I need another song!"

I rolled my eyes at him, "What am I, your new song writer?" Austin glared at me before smiling, "Yes! You write the songs, and I'll tell people their mine!"

My jaw dropped, "Uh, no way, pretty boy! You can do this all by yourself!"

"Allyson!"

I looked at him.

"What?" he asked in frustration, "That is your name, isn't it?"

"Ho-how do you know that?"

He rolled his eyes at me, "Sonya told me. Besides, you know mine. Everyone does."

I frowned, "Let's go, Tasha!" Tasha stood up from the rack awkwardly. Austin raised his eyebrow at her, "Who are you?"

"How do you not know her? She's Sonya's little sister!" I said.

Austin shrugged, "Never seen you before. Hey, you're really cute..." WHAT? I was the cute one! Gosh, now I sound like Sonya! SOMEONE HELP ME! I watched as he took a step closer to Tasha. She blushed and looked down.

I glared at me and took Tasha's hand, pulling her farther away from Austin. Austin smirked at my anger, "Are you jealous?"

"Me?" I scoffed, "There's nothing to be jealous of! Come on, Tasha, let's go!" This time, I opened the door and marched out, sending Austin another dirty look before slamming the door shut. We marched past producers, security guards and the like. Only when we were in the car park did Tasha finally speak.

"Ally?"

"Mm?"

"I'm sorry," she stated, looking down.

"Why are you sorry?" I asked.

"Because you didn't get your song back," she responded, "And I'm also sorry that I had to wake up so early for nothing," she said with a lopsided grin. She unlocked the car and got in. I sat in the passenger seat (how weird is it that they drive on the left side of the road here?) as I laughed at her comment, "Yeah, sorry for that. So tell me, how come Austin's been to your house so many times but he hasn't seen you before?"

Tasha shrugged, "Well, when he's around I spend the time in my room until he's gone home."

"Why?"

"Because I hate him."

"But you don't even know him!" I said in surprise. Tasha has always seemed like the sweet, quiet girl who wasn't capable of disliking someone. "I think he's a bad influence," she replied, "And Sonya likes guys who are hard to get... she's attracted to bad boys. That's why she tries to act like a slut so that they'll like her."

"...But Austin said-"

"I know what he said!" Tasha interrupted, "But it's happened before. He dated this girl from our school who was practically a saint, but a few months later she was pregnant and he broke up with her." My jaw dropped. Is that why Austin took an interest in me? Just to get in my pants?

But, he might not be interested in me... sure he said he thought I was cute but come on. Cute could mean like 'baby cute' or 'teddy bear cute' or 'pretty cute.' Yes, he might just be a natural flirt. I think that's it. And he could have Sonya.

"So... why do you think he didn't want to go out with Sonya?" I asked. Tasha shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe because... yes, I don't know."

It was silent between us again until Tasha spoke up. "Hey Ally, you know that I would never go out with him, right?" I nodded. For some reason, that statement made me feel better.

"We're here!" she sang. I smiled at her childishness and got out. Tasha locked the car and we both entered the lounge.

"Ally!" someone's voice called from down the hall. I walked into the lounge and spotted my mom walking towards us with a big smile on her face.

"Mom!" I wrapped my arms around her tightly. This was the first time I'd seen her in a year! She was always working here, but she was going to come and live with us a few months ago but the whole gran thing came up.

"You've grown so much!" she exclaimed, looking at me. I smiled at her. Mom and I look alike, same curly brown hair and same chocolate brown eyes. Dad says I get my personality from her as well, but when it comes to fashion... not really. She wears jeans and boots and I wear floral skirts and vests. But we both loved music. Actually, music is what brought my mom and dad together. They met at a concert when they were teens.

"Thanks! How is Gran doing?" I asked. My mom's smile dropped for a few seconds. I began to worry, what had happened?

"She's... she's doing okay," Mom said softly, "We'll go and visit her tomorrow. Right now, I think a little girl's day out to catch up on things would be great! Besides, your uncle is returning from his business trip in China and he invited his friend over for dinner, so we have to look good." I smiled, that's my mom.

"That would be great!"

"Good, Tasha dear, care to join us?" mom asked, motioning to Tasha. Tasha shook her head before mumbling something in Spanish to mom and heading upstairs.

Mom looked at me in confusion, "What's up with Tasha?" I shrugged. I only know what goes on in Tasha's head half the time.

"What about this one?" mom said a few hours later, holding up a dress. I scanned it with pure horror on my face. It was a turquoise off-shoulder dress that reached mid thigh. On the shoulder, there was a small diamante accent on it. Quite simple but it...

"It's lovely!" I said in sarcasm, "What happened to the rest of it?" Mom rolled her eyes at me, "Come on, Ally! Have a little fun once in a while!"

Yep. My mother, telling me to wear something that Austin's typical girlfriend would wear. Argh! Why am I thinking of him now? This is supposed to be mother - daughter time!

...Although it would be nice to be friends with Austin...

SHUT UP!

"Umm, Ally?" mom asked concerned. I snapped out of my thoughts, "Sorry, I kind of zoned out."

"It's okay," she said with a grin, "Now go on and try this one on!" she said, tossing the dress to me. I huffed and walked to the changing room area.

Later that day, I sat in the music room. I loved being in here, with the bright green paint and fluffy, white carpet. There were loads of instruments in here. There was even a black grand piano... my baby.

In a corner, there was a miniature recording booth, like the ones you find in a studio! Tasha and I fool around with it sometimes and pretend were famous stars recording our new album. Then there were the comfy couches and the small coffee table that had glossy magazines on it.

The guests were due to arrive any moment now. So, after changing into that turquoise dress, I came down here to wait until they arrived. I sat down on the piano bench and began to play a tune. Pretty soon, I started to sing.

The sun goes down
the stars come out
And all that counts
is here and now
my universe will never be the same
I'm glad you came

I stopped playing, hearing the sound of someone clapping. My head whipped around to see Austin leaning against the doorframe of the room, staring intensely at me. Yeah, his family happened to be our guests. Yippee. He was wearing his usual jeans, sneakers and chain but this time he had a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was even wearing a tie! WHY did he look handsome? Why can't he do the honourable thing and be ugly?

Austin smirked at me, "Like what you see, Dawson?" I blushed and turned around. Ally, why do you stare? I thought mom taught you better than that!

"What are you doing here?" I asked without facing him. Austin walked towards the piano bench, "Well, our parents started talking and talking and talking... so I came to look for something to do and heard you. And by the way, you look fine in that dress," he said, smirking at me. I blushed and turned around.

Austin sat on the bench, so that our bodies touched. Ignoring the sparks, I quickly closed my songbook.

"That was a really good song," Austin began, but I think you should speed it up."

"Oh yeah, what do you know about music? As far as I'm concerned, you only know how to steal people's songs!" Austin rolled his eyes at me, "Dude, I'm like a musical prodigy. I can play the piano, bass, drums, guitar... I can even play a trumpet through another trumpet!"

"So you can play a bunch of instruments. Big deal, it doesn't mean you're good at them." Austin raised his eyebrows and began playing.

"You cast a spell on me, spell on me
You hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me
And I decided you look well on me, well on me
So let's go somewhere no one else can see, you and me

Turn the lights out now
Now I'll take you by the hand
Hand you another drink
Drink it if you can
Can you spend a little time,
Time is slipping away,
Away from us so stay,
Stay with me I can make,
Make you glad you came"

I couldn't stop my jaw from dropping.

"Oh my pickles..." I breathed. Austin smirked and popped his collar, "You were saying?"

"That was actually amazing!"

"Don't look so surprised," he said arrogantly. Ignoring that comment, we continued to write songs. It was actually... dare I say it... fun! He told jokes and we laughed. I stumbled and... He laughed. We actually finished writing the song and in the mean time we played some games. He even taught me a little bit of Spanish!

"This was fun," I said, smiling. Austin smiled. A real smile! As in, not a smirk!

"Yeah, we make a good team." Yeah, I guess we do... wait! Team? I don't want to work with him! He's mean! Well, not really...

Sometimes...

Before I could say anything, Sonya rushed in, "Austie!" I could hear Austin groan with slight annoyance before turning around to face her. All that annoyance seemed to disappear once he actually looked at her.

"Damn, Sonya, you look great!" he breathed as he eyed her. Sonya giggled and flipped her hair, "I know!" I stood up and left the room. Why would I stick around to watch them flirt and swap spit? Shuddering at the thought, I walked to the balcony, looking up at the clear night sky. Tasha walked up to me, wearing a pretty pink cocktail dress.

"Having fun?" I asked. Tasha shook her head, "Not really."

I sighed. If I was in Miami right now, I would probably be up in my practice room. Dad would be working in Sonic Boom before we close up the shop and go home, eat take out Chinese food and watch TV on the couch. Or I would be with Trish, talking about boys, clothes and what a cow our French teacher, Madame Hampton, was. I chuckled sadly at that thought.

I missed Miami.

"Feeling homesick?" Tasha asked quietly, as if she could read my thoughts. I nodded.

Tasha smiled and pointed to the stars, "Can you see the Big Dipper?" she asked. The Big Dipper was a constellation. I nodded, "Yeah."

"Can you see that star over there?"

"Yeah."

"That's the Pole Star," she stated, "Wherever you are, you can always see it, shining down anywhere in the world."

I turned to Tasha, "Really? I didn't know you were into astrology!"

Tasha blushed and looked down, "You probably think I'm a nerd, right?" I shook my head, "No. I think it's cool!"

I took my cousin's hand, "Let's go inside!"

We came inside at the right time mom said that dinner was ready. Tasha and I walked to the deep red dining room. It had a big oak table that seated fourteen people. The walls were decorated with exotic paintings and a sparkling chandelier lit the room. Mom and dad were sitting together, across from Aunt Anita and Uncle Diego. Ross sat next to his mother, playing on his DS whilst his father sat at the head of the table.

Austin's mother was a tall woman, with large, beautiful hazel eyes and curly blonde hair. She was dressed elegantly, like her husband, and had a warm smile on her pretty face. Mr. Moon was tall, like his wife, and had blonde hair, like his sons. He had jade green eyes and a serious expression. Mr. and Mrs. Moon were so different to Uncle Diego. He had black, wavy hair with only a few white hairs that made him look handsome, not old. Uncle Diego was very carefree, whilst Austin's parents were serious.

"Is that everyone?" Aunt Anita asked. I shook my head, Sonya and Austin were missing.

"Where are Austin and Sonya?" she asked. Tasha shrugged and sat down on the other side of Ross. "Allyson, be a dear and go get them," Anita said. I nodded and left the room.

Now... if I were a diva and a stupid bad boy... where would I be? I checked upstairs and in the lounges downstairs. I considered checking the library but Sonya is a magazine person and Austin... I don't think the word 'read' is even in his vocabulary! I passed my bedroom on my way downstairs when I noticed familiar Nike sneakers. I walked in to find Austin sitting on my bed reading!

Oh the ironies... wait... is that my JOURNAL? I grabbed my book from his hands and wacked his head with it "Don't touch my book!" I snapped.

Austin smirked, "So who is this 'Dallas' you speak of?" he asked with amusement, "And how come you never told me about the time when your best friend's dad walked in on you taking a shower when you slept over at their house?" By this time, he was laughing, "Or the time a goose named Pickles bit your skirt and tore it when you were at the park?" My face turned red and I looked away, tears of embarrassment starting to prick my eyes. I tried to blink them away. Austin stopped laughing and looked at me.

"Aw, it's okay to be embarrassed," he said with fake concern, "it's not like I'll tell the whole world. Hmm, maybe I will..." I slapped his arm, "Jerk!" I exclaimed, looking up at him.

"Why must you constantly torment me? As if I don't get enough from Sonya!" Austin stood up from my bed and walked over to me, putting his hands on my shoulders, "Hey, hey, don't worry! I was just joking... Come on don't look at me like that!" I glared at him and turned away from him, "Austin, dinner's ready!" Sonya exclaimed, marching into the room. She froze, "What's going on in here?"

I shook my head, "Nothing. Get out of my room." I spat to her and Austin. He flinched at my tone, "Ally..."

"What are you still doing here?" I asked, "Go!"

"Gladly," Sonya sneered. Austin followed her out of the room without another word. I sighed and stepped out of my dress and into some comfy clothes. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit my pillow.

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