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Also, i don't own these characters. Nope, none.

"Trish, I think this is a good one," Ally shakes her head as she follows her friend around the penthouse suite they share.

"Ally, I'm not saying it's bad... it could just," she pauses, "use some improvement."

"I've been working on this song for 4 months, can it really get any better?" Ally asks, sitting down at the counter.

"I've seen better from you, maybe you should try a little harder," Trish shrugs. Ally rolls her eyes and ignores her comment, Trish is always criticising her work. By now she's learned to let her hurtful words roll off her back.

"Well, if you want this song done by the Christmas party it's not going to get any better," Ally says.

"Alright, I guess it'll do," Trish sighs. Ally would really like to see Trish try to write a smash hit on her own, it isn't easy and art can't be rushed. However, she knows Trish needs her.

"Don't you have a premier tonight?" Ally asks absentmindedly.

"Shit! I forgot about that," Trish rushes down the hall.

"What would she do without you?" Dez asks, coming in the front door.

"She'd probably still be working and losing all those jobs at the mall," Ally answers with a half-hearted chuckle.

Trish used to work at Miami Mall, so did Ally. The latter worked at her father's music store while her best friend got job after job, fired so many times they'd both lost count a while ago. They had been best friends since they were little, since before kindergarten.

They met Dez around the age of 16, he was (and she hated to say this, because Dez was a total sweetheart) a friendless weirdo, always behind a camera. Ally and Trish, well, not so much Trish, took him in. Even if Trish still wouldn't admit that Dez was her friend, they'd been through some interesting times together.

Like when Trish got signed with Jimmy Starr. Of course, it was originally supposed to be Ally's audition, but now whenever they tell the story they leave that part out.

Ally still writes most of Trish's songs, because even if she has horrible stage fright at least the world will be able to hear her in some way.

Together, the three of them became Team Trish. Ally as the songwriter, and Trish's unofficial manager. Dez as the director. Trish as the pop star. It was good, although Ally did get a little jealous sometimes. If she wasn't so ridiculously afraid of performing that could be her up there on stage, singing her heart out.

Ally loved Trish, honestly. She was her best friend. But the fame changed her. She was still sassy and violent, but now a little on the bossy side. She didn't really take her friends' feelings into consideration anymore.

"Alright, guys, I gotta go get my hair and make-up done- oh God what's freckles doing here?" Trish groans, tossing her designer bag over her shoulder.

"Don't worry he's just here to see if he can help me with this song," Ally replies.

"Dez doesn't write songs," Trish scoffs.

"Well I can always keep her company!" Dez protests.

"Whatever, don't burn my suite down," Trish shrugs and heads to the elevator. My suite, even though Ally had been living here for a good 3 years now it was still Trish's suite. Never our suite, always "my". Of course this didn't bother Ally, Trish did live here first. Maybe if it was the other way around Ally would still consider this her place too, although she highly doubted it.

"So, how's that song coming along. Is it a new one?" Dez asked hopefully.

"Nope, still the same dumb song that Trish says isn't perfect yet," Ally shakes her head.

"Why do you let her treat you like that?" asks Dez as he heads for the fridge. Whenever Trish isn't home he likes to eat as much food as possible. Part of the silent war going on between them since they met. Although the last time Trish engaged in this silent war Dez's camera ended up inside a camel, so Ally was surprised all he was doing was eating all their food.

"Because she's my friend," Ally finally answers his question.

"Friends don't treat each-other like employees that can be replaced at the drop of a hat," Dez points out, giving her a look.

"Trish wouldn't replace me," Ally laughs. She turns her attention back to her book. This one is new, her old one got filled up. Trish bought it for her a few Christmases ago.

"For you to write my songs in!" Trish had exclaimed excitedly.

This one had Trish on the cover, posing on a throne in a large, fluffy animal print dress with a cheetah laying at her feet. Of course Trish would buy Ally a book with her on it, wouldn't want her to forget who she was writing these songs for.

"Ally do you really think that if a more experienced songwriter came to Trish and offered to write her a song that she wouldn't replace you in a heartbeat," Dez crosses his arms and gives Ally a stern look. Usually he's a laid back, easy-going guy. It's very rare when Dez gets serious, so Ally knows that there must be something going on.

"Dez, is there something you're not telling me?" she looks at him.

She can see in his eyes that he's trying to make a decision, he glances down at his feet and says, "Nope nothing at all."

He's obviously lying, but this is Dez and he can't keep a secret for more than a week. Better to let him spill it when he's comfortable rather than force it out of him.

Okay, I'm kind of excited about this because it's my first fanfic. Special thanks to Elizabeth because 1, I know she'll be reading this. 2, she helped me work out some details for later in the story. And 3, she told me that you guys wouldn't hate it because (these are her exact words), "they're so lovely and cute and sweet!"

And thanks you all of you too :D

And before I forget, I promise that future chapters will be longer. I just couldn't wait to get this up!