This is my very first time writing an Austin and Ally fic, so please be nice. Although if you don't like it, tell me. I only listen to positive reviews and constructive criticism. Basically, flames are accepted. Nice - ish ones...

And I'm not that good at Spanish, so my grammar is a little bad for anyone who speaks it. But for those who don't speak Spanish, I always have the English in brackets.

I do not own anything except the plot!

Ally's POV
"You are SO lucky," my best friend, Trish, complained as we flipped through the channels on TV in my room.

Schools had just closed for the holidays, and I was going to visit my relatives who lived in Spain. My mom was partly Spanish, and she moved to Spain to be with her mom while she was in hospital. Gran had breast cancer and was admitted into hospital two days ago, so that's the other reason why I'm going.

Trish was spending the holidays with her cousins who lived in Italy. My poor bestie would have to get along without me. Her two cousins must be the most irritating things on Earth! I remember one time, when I was helping them with their chemistry homework – back when they still lived here in Miami – they swapped the chemicals when I wasn't looking. It took FOREVER for my hair to grow back...

I chuckled at Trish, "I wish you could come with me. Now you're stuck with your little brother and Cory and Alex," I stated, "Trish, make sure you take a wig." Trish huffed and turned her attention to the bowl of caramelized popcorn.

"You'd better talk to me on Skype everyday or else I'll go insane!"

"Oh, Trish," I said, throwing my arm around her, "You worry over the silliest of things, I'll call you, text you, I'll even Facebook you! I'm stuck with Sonya and Tasha..."

Sonya and Tasha were my two cousins. Both had the looks of a super model and always had the hottest boys for boyfriends. I'm not surprised; they have great tans, straight, pearly white teeth and dark mysterious chocolate brown eyes. The only difference: Sonya was a complete snob and Tasha was quiet. As in, annoyingly quiet. She rarely talks or speaks to me, or anyone for that matter. I think we could be good friends but it seems like she's hibernating in her room, and she keeps things to herself. That's why the boys dump her. But Sonya on the other hand... I wish she didn't talk to me!

"Heh, looks like we're both due for doom this summer," Trish sighed as she filed her nails, "What can you do about it?"

"At least we've got each other," I said, "For like... one night only..." Trish and I had traditions, this was one of them; on the night school closes, and we have a sleepover at my house. This has gone on since we were five, and it's going to stay that way.

The next afternoon, Dad and I rushed out of the plane and to my aunt's waiting car.

"Hola, Lester!" Aunt Anita exclaimed, pulling him into what looked like a bone crushing hug. I smiled as father tried to breathe normally under my petite aunt's strong grip.

Anita was an exact copy of her two daughters I mentioned earlier. Except, Anita is actually bearable. When she let go of my dad, she grinned at me, "Allyson! You've grown so much! Sonya and Tasha have been excited to see you again!" I smiled at her, "It feels great to be back here," I lied.

Are you kidding? I want to go home, as far away from Tasha and Sonya as possible! I really wish Trish was here...

Twenty minutes later, Anita's black Jeep up just in front of the fountain of a naked woman. The massive mansion looked amazing in the midday sun. All its windows shimmered and shone in the sunlight – and trust me, there are a lot – and the long driveway was surrounded by exotic flowers, magnificent palm trees and the glistening pool which was at the back. The inside was full of gigantic hallways, stained glasses, paintings that cost almost a fortune and the usual homey... stuff.

"En realidad," a girl's voice said as we entered one of the lounges, "Metiene que pasar tiempocon mi primohoy en día ...¿qué hay demañana? No Austin, no me voy adecirtesi ellaestá de moda... porque yosoy una chica! Ugh, ¡adiós!" (Actually, I have to spend time with my cousin today... how about tomorrow? No Austin, I'm not going to tell you if she's hot... because I'm a girl! Ugh, bye!)

I raised my eyebrow at Sonya as she hung up on her phone, not understanding a word she said. Who is Austin? I bet some other hot guy she's with. This girl hasn't changed that much…. Sonya smiled and stood up, greeting my dad with a smile. Then she turned to me.

"Hi Ally," she said, smiling with… is that excitement? "I'm so happy you're here!" I inwardly scoffed, yeah, I'm sure you are. Instead I responded with a smile.

"So where's Tasha?" I asked.

"She's upstairs in her room, why don't I show you to yours and then I can go shopping with you?" My jaw dropped, "You're joking, right?"

Sonya burst out laughing, "You're hilarious, come on!" She took my hand and lead me to a room that was upstairs, across from hers. The room was turqoise, with purple bedsheets and a pale pink rug by the bed. The floor had glossy dark wooden planks which went along with the rest of the furnature in the room. I liked the room, it was cool. It even had a plasma TV and a built in window seat. I walked over to it and sat on the cushy pillows and gazed out of the window. I had a great view of the city, and across from me, next door, was a window with a balcony. Looking through the curtains, I could make out a boy strumming his guitar. I smiled at the melody, "Who lives next door?" I asked, turning to Sonya, who was checking her makeup in the full length mirror. Typical.

"Oh, the Moon family," she said with a small smile, "He lives there, too."

"Who?" I asked in confusión, "Is it that Austin guy?" Sonya didn't answer me, "Come on, we have shopping to do!"

I sighed as she grabbed my arm and dragged me to her car, "Aren't we taking Tasha?"

Sonya smirked, "She's busy studying or something. I can't believe she chooses to study in the holidays," she added with an eye roll. I sighed and turned on the radio, jumping slightly as Kelly Clarkson's voice blasted out. Sonya smirked and sang along to the song, putting on her designer Prada sunglasses.

"So, Ally, what do you want me to get you?" Sonya asked. I sighed, why was she acting like I was poor? Because I just so happen to have more tan two hundred Euros in my wallet. Yeah, I saved up all right.

"It's okay, I've got money, you don't have to get me anything," I said. Sonya stopped at a red light and turned to me, "I just want to." I raised my eyebrows as she continued to drive.

"Why are you being nice to me?" I asked, "We both know that you and I have never gotten along..."

"That's why I want to change that, I would like for us to be friends, you know?"

I scoffed, not believing a word, "Okay, what do you want?"

Sonya's jaw dropped as we pulled into a mall's car park, "What makes you thing that I just want something?" I crossed my arms and stared at her. Sonya sighed, "Fine. There's this boy I like... and when I asked him out, he turned me down." We got out of the car and walked through the mall.

My jaw dropped. Sonya got turned down! Ha, what a joke! "You're kidding, right?" I asked.

Sonya frowned at me, "No, who would joke about something like that?" Ha, I knew this day would come! Sonya got dumped! I like this guy already!

Sonya must have seen my smiling a bit in amusement, causing her to explode, "It's not funny! Come on, you're supposed to be the nice one!"

I rolled my eyes, "So what does this have to do with me?"

"He said he dumped me because I was a 'diva' and was quite 'self obsessed' and that he wanted some down to earth chick...So I want you to teach me how to care."

I laughed, "Who knew you would wanna be like me?" Sonya scowled in disgust, "Puh – leeze, as if I would EVER want to be like you. I mean, you dress like grandmother chose your outfit. In the dark." My smile dropped instantly and looked down at my brown boots, my vest and my floral dress.

"Do I really look that bad?" I asked quietly, "Honestly?" Okay, so I may not like her, but I'm still VERY insecure.

Sonya rolled her eyes, "Like duh hey, haven't you ever wondered why you've never had a boyfriend?" Ouch, that stung.

"You know what, Sonya? You need my help and now you're dissing me! That's not cool!"

Sonya put her hand around my shoulders, "Sweetie, I'm just stating the truth, you know? Don't take it so hard..."

I pushed her hand away, "Forget this! You can get help elsewhere!" There is NO WAY that I'm going to help that thing! No way, sister!

"Oh! Ally! Wait! I didn't mean that, I was just... you know... improvising?" I scoffed and walked off, "Forget it!"

Sonya caught up to me and grabbed my wrists, making me look into her eyes, "Please, I'm sorry! I really..." she stopped. I smirked. I knew what she wanted to say.

"You what?"

"I n... ne..."

"Can you speak louder?" This is too funny.

"Ugh, fine, I need you! There, happy?" I nodded.

The sun was beginning to set, actually it was pretty dark. Which is weird, since at home it's still afternoon. One thing I hate about travelling: jetlag. I sighed and sat on my window seat, watching the sun set.

So anyway today wasn't that bad. I got some new stuff and a new diary/ songbook because mine is almost finished. Teaching Sonya how to be nice... heh, that still needs a lot of work.

I sighed, I already missed Trish like crazy... With that in mind, I pulled out my cell phone.

"Hey Ally!" Trish said through the phone, "What's up? How's Spain?"

I sighed, "Could be better. I miss you like crazy!"

"Me too! Justin peed on my bed so now I have to sleep on the couch!" I giggled, poor Trish.

"Ew, what was he doing in your room? Can you imagine how hard it will be to get that stain out of your sheets?" I could practically see Trish rolling her eyes at my comment.

I heard Trish sigh on the other side of the line, "I dunno, I wasn't in my room today. I wish I was."

"Things will get better, don't worry."

"Yeah right." I heard Trish's mom talking to her on the other side of the line before she had to hang up. I sighed and tossed my phone onto my queen sized bed. I glanced at the digital watch on my bedside that read, 9:30 pm

Nine thirty and I wasn't even tired. Why, jetlag, why? I wasn't even sleepy and half the night had gone past. Urgh! Suddenly, the sound of someone strumming a guitar and singing softly hit my ears. I peeked through my window , seeing the outline of the boy again, strumming his guitar. I couldn't understand the lyrics, though. Must be a Spanish song.

Either way, I drifted to sleep listening to the sound of the boy's voice.

Good? Bad? TELL ME! Austin and Tasha will come up in the next chappy!

Sammie xxx