Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's.

Author's Note: Well howdy! It's been a while hasn't it… Yeah. Well…

*Ally's POV*

Friday, 23 October

The whole day yesterday, the four of us stayed inside discussing wedding plans. We'd booked the venue, got the wedding dress, ordered the flowers and centrepieces and booked an appointment for tomorrow at 9am to try on bridesmaid dresses.

Right now we were gathered around the dining room table waiting for Dallas to arrive, all lost in our own thoughts.

The silence was pierced by a cell phone ring.

"No, my first name ain't baby, it's Janet, Miss Jackson if you're nasty."

Trish answered my phone.

"Allyson's phone, Trish speaking… Oh hey Dallas… Yeah same as before... Nope, haven't moved… Yeah… Uh ha… Okay… We shall see you in 10… Ciao bello."

"1. That was Italian and not Spanish. And 2. What did he say?" I asked.

"He asked where I lived and said that he was leaving now and he'd see us in 10 minutes." She replied, ignoring the blunder she'd made with the languages.

"Okay cool. So do we actually know how this is going to work or are we going to play it by ear?" questioned Dee.

"For the sake of me not having to explain twice, you'll find out when Dallas gets here." I said.

After Dallas arrived, Trish made coffee and cut slices of carrot cake for us and we all settled down at the dining room table.

"Okay Als, what's up? What do you need me for?" asked Dallas wearily.

"I want you to accompany me to events, be my date to everything and anything and to make it seem as if we are pursuing a relationship again." I was straightforward about what I wanted.

"Gee, is that all?" he grinned at me.

"For now."

"Okay, yeah I guess we can do that. But I have conditions of my own." He stared at me with those eyes that I once fell in love with.

"Okay, I'm all ears." I agreed.

"1. No taking anybody else home. If we are going to do this, we do this properly. You and me. Nobody else."

Obviously. I had no plans of sleeping around with anybody in this city. No more ties to be made.

"2. Physical contact is allowed. Kisses, holding of hands, hugging and general hands on each other."

Wait, what?

"Hold on, w-why so physical?" I stuttered, confused.

"Like I said before, Austin and I got pretty close after you left. He knows how I act with women and he knows I'm possessive around any other guys. A hand on my girl, in this case you, will help to prove that I'm dedicated." He explained.

"Yeah, okay. I understand that." I nodded. "Any more conditions?"

"Just one, we rub it in his face as much as possible. Post stuff on social media and flaunt it in public."

"Well yeah, duh. You seem to be as into this plan as I am."

"You have been through so much crap with guys, myself included and I just want you to be happy. You mean so much to me and I hate seeing you so torn up about some ass who hurt you so long ago. All I want is for my Als to be happy." He reached over and covered my small, polished hand in his.

"Dallas, that's the sweetest thing anybody has ever said to me!" I jumped out of my seat and buried my face in his chest.

"Uhem."

We jumped apart.

"You two really think that this is going to work? The guy is not an idiot and he certainly isn't blind. He'll smell a rat with this in no time." reminded Megs.

"Not if we're careful and if we all keep our mouths shut. It will work. I promise. Dallas and I have always been a great team."

He winked in response.

"And if it all goes to crap, it will all be fine. It's not as if I'm staying here. We have a company to run back home. A very successful company." I smirked.

"That we do." agreed Dee.

"Everything will be fine as long as I have my girls by my side. I'll be good." I promised.

After Dallas left, we stood staring at each other.

"Okay, now what?" I mused.

"We could book hair appointments… My hair is looking a little redish-orangy and I HAVE to fix it. It looks awful and none of our hairstyles will go with our bridesmaid dresses. No matter what they look like." laughed Dee.

"Good idea. We should go au natural for now and when we get back home, we can decide what to do next." Megs nodded.

"Know any good places?" I asked Trish who was busy texting.

"You're in luck. My usual hairdresser has a free afternoon and she says that she can do the three of you."

"Is she good? Cause unfortunately, we need an absolute professional." I said.
"Yeah, she's fabulous." reassured Trish.

"Well great. Let's leave in 15 minutes girls."

The second we stepped into the salon, we were greeted by Celeste. A tall, elegant woman with beautifully dyed silver hair who looked about 30.

After introducing ourselves, we found out that she had studied in New York and she had a faint British accent as she was born in London.

"Who's first?"

We all pointed to Megs who pointed at Dee.

"Come now darling, let's get cracking."

Exactly five hours later, we strutted out of the salon, waving goodbye to Celeste.

Gone were the crazy colours and funky streaks.

Megs now had platinum highlights instead of the blue streaks and she'd had a little bit of a trim.

Dee had kept her length, had her tips stripped and now her hair went from a honey blonde to a platinum blonde. It blended nicely and looked almost natural. She'd also gotten a side fringe cut.

I had cut out my colour and now my hair sat just below my bra strap. A considerably shorter length and yet still long enough to do practically anything with. Celeste had dyed my hair a few shades darker with henna and so now it was almost a dark chocolate colour.

Trish had her hair trimmed and blow dried nicely. Nothing major.

We were laughing and admiring our hairstyles when we got that call that changed everything.

A call from Sabrina about our company.

P.S What is the name of the song used as Ally's ringtone? Name and artist!

P.S.S Tell me, does anybody here ship Jarley from Glee? Or Captain Swan from Once Upon A Time? Thoughts on those couples?