Hey you guys! After like, 4 months, I finally came back to start writing this story! I am SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO sorry that I haven't updated. I can't apologize enough! School has really got to me, and I barely even have enough time to even type a single word! But once Winter Break started, I've had a lot of time up my sleeve. I just hope you enjoy it. Maybe 100 reviews, please? Even though I probably don't deserve it...

Guest: Thank you so much! I was trying to do a cliffy :)

kirby109: That's for you to find out ;)

fishgirl259: No I don't :( But thanks! I don't really consider myself as cool, I barely even consider myself to be popular. I'm a "fashiony-geek" at my school. And I did, it was hilarious! Thank you so much! Oh, and do you have a FanFiction account? Just wondering...

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Me: Hey Tilly!

Tilly: *typing on her blog* Just a sec. *reads while typing* That's the reason I HATE Ally Dawson and I wish that she would JUMP OFF A CLIFF! Thank you for reading.

Me: *mutters to myself* Wow, she needs anger management.

Tilly: *turns to face me* OK, StylishFashionista, what did you need?

Me: Oh, I was going to ask if you could do the disclaimer for me.

Tilly: You mean when I would say that you don't own anything except for the story's plot and your OC's? Nah, I don't feel like it.

Me: You do realize you just did it.

Tilly: Ugh, I hate it when I indirectly do stuff! I hate it! I hate it! I HATE IT! *does her angry face*

Me: Well, thanks?

Oh, and PS: It's my 1 year anniversary! Yep, I've been on FanFiction for 1 year now! I'm really psyched!

Ally's POV

Once Trish pulled off Tilly's "Lady Gaga" wig, we all stand there in awe. I can't believe this. Tilly, my worst enemy, was pretending to be one of my idols THE WHOLE TIME. That's really hard to digest; super hard to let it sink in. I mean, come on, who expected it? Well, besides Trish. I feel so bad now. I ditched Trish for a fraud...

"Tilly?" I ask. I could barely get anything out of my mouth. I was too shocked.

"No, this isn't Tilly!" Tilly says, attempting to put on the wig again. "It's Lady Gaga! Tilly isn't here!"

Austin chuckles slightly. "Tilly, we all saw your face. Your secret is exposed."

"Ugh, I hate it when other people expose my true idea! I hate it! I hate it! I HATE IT!" And then Tilly does her signature angry face, which honestly kind of scares me. And trust me, in kindergarten, it was worse. Even our teacher was scared of her.

"Tilly, why would you fake being Lady Gaga?" I ask, finally being able to choke that out. "Faking to be a celebrity's illegal."

"So?" Tilly says. Wow, she doesn't catch on to things...

"You can get arrested," I tell her. "The max is 10 years, I think. And faking to be Lady Gaga, yeah, I don't think you'll be out of jail for a long time."

"Whatever," Tilly says. "All of this will be SO worth it when I watch you lose Miss Miami to someone else."

"And that's a big deal because..." I say, motioning her to explain.

"Because I can finally see you LOSE something!" Tilly explains. "You win EVERYTHING! You WON that little song competition in kindergarten! You WON that little rematch we had a couple years ago! You WON that little bet we made when we were in first grade!" It was a bet when I told her that she couldn't eat a saltine covered in hot sauce and not drink anything with it for at least 10 minutes. She caved in quickly. "You WON that volleyball competition in 5th grade!" It was her against me in the finals. I won 15-13. "You even WON that remote-controlled car that I wanted in 8th grade!" We had a little carnival in our school to raise money, and I won a remote-controlled car. The game wasn't that hard. You just throw a bean bag into a bucket. "You win EVERYTHING, Ally. All I wanted to see is one time where you actually LOSE."

I chuckle. "Tilly, revenge controls you. Right now, I don't really care that much about winning Miss Miami." I just really want my friends back. "You could've won everything if you weren't so rooted into ruining ME and focused more on sharpening your skills. You have a lot of potential talent, and I can tell that your determination is amazing. But using it to get back at me is almost useless."

Tilly stops to think before saying, "I hate when other people are right! I hate it! I hate it! I HATE IT!" And there's that angry face again.

"Tilly, I think that you should apologize to Ally," Austin says. I look at Austin and faintly smile. He smiles back, and that smile I haven't really seen in a while. I miss it.

"Ally, I'm sorry," Tilly looked genuine, before adding, "FOR NOTHING! I did nothing!"

"That girl can not learn a lesson!" Trish exclaims, and I chuckle to that.

"What lesson do I have to learn? I did NOTHING! NOTHING, I tell you! Absolutely NOTHING! So what should I apologize for?!" Tilly starts talking really fast. She adds a few chuckles here and there, and it scares me. She had that little evil twinkle in her eye, and I could tell, the outcome of this will NOT be good.

"Lunatic!" Trish mutters, loud enough for everyone to hear, but I don't think that Tilly was paying attention, because she was still ranting about how she wasn't sorry for anything.

While Tilly was in her rant, I heard the door slam open. I become frightened. What if it was a murderer? But then, I heard a man say something. "I heard something about a girl pretending that she was Lady Gaga!"

I look over to see that it was the police. I sigh in relief. Thank God they got here quick! Tilly might've broke something... If that happened, boy, would I be in deep doo-doo from my parents.

"It was her!" Tilly hastily says, pointing to me.

"What?!" I hastily respond. "No way, it was her!"

Trish and Austin nod to agree with me, and I saw the police man going up to Tilly.

"You are under arrest, missy," he says, taking out his handcuffs and putting them on Tilly's wrists.

"But, wait!" Tilly yells. "It was Ally! I swear!"

"I believe the brunette more than you," the police officer says. "I remember it was you who caused the fire at the hospital!"

To clarify, I was staying at the hospital because I sprained my ankle. How? Well, that's a long story. Let's just say I was attempting to dance on stage for Austin (because he persuaded me to) and I ended up falling off stage. That night, Austin was apologizing so much, but I kept assuring him that it was fine. But that day, the hospital caught on fire. I never really figured out how, but Austin quickly carried me out (bridal style, of course) and luckily, both of us were fine. But, I swear, I was in La-La-Land for the rest of the week. But now I know that Tilly caused that fire. Maybe I should thank her for that...

"But this time I'm innocent!" Tilly protests, and as the police officer pushes her out, I heard her yell "Ally, I will get you back! Just you wait and see!"

I kept watching the door, still absorbing what just happened. This all happened so fast. Just an hour ago, we were playing Hide-and-Seek and I thought that I really met Lady Gaga. How that all escalated to this is just amazing.

After a few moments, I finally snapped out of it. I approached Trish, Dez and Austin. "Thank you guys for having my back. It means a lot to me."

"Your welcome," Trish says.

"You know we will never leave you astray," Austin tells me.

"Well, even though you left us astray, we wouldn't do the same to you!" Dez says. "Though, maybe we should. I mean, you've been so mean to us, and yet we're so nice to you. Maybe we should give you a taste of your medicine..."

Austin slapped him on the arm, and mutters, "Seriously, Dez, shut up. This is Ally we're talking about." He must've thought that I couldn't hear him. I watch as Dez nods to Austin's comment.

"Never mind," Dez says, and he smiles.

"No you guys, I would deserve it," I say. "I've been so absorbed in Miss Miami that I forgot who my true friends were. I ditched you guys for popularity and I deserve anything that you guys dish out to me. Seriously, you guys can beat me up, drive me to a random place and ditch me there, whatever you guys want. I'd be fine with that, because I know I deserve it. I'm just so sorry."

I start to sniffle a little bit, and my throat becomes tight. I fight back the tears as much as I could, but I knew that they would leak out. Trish comes up to me and hugs me.

"Ally, don't worry about it. We all accept your apology. Maybe we can all forget that this ever happened," she says, and Austin and Dez nods.

I smile, still sniffling. "Yes, yes! That's all I would ever want right now." Trish hugs me tighter, and I hug her even tighter. Austin and Dez come up and start to hug both of us. As soon as Dez touched Trish, she backed off.

"Okay, space people!" she says. We all start to laugh.

"Hey, there was this ice cream place I found earlier," I say. "Do you guys want to go? My treat."

"Definitely!" Austin says. "But I could never let you pay."

"No, no, no, seriously, I should pay," I insist. I'm really persistent. "I at least should pay you guys for ice cream."

"But what kind of guy would I be to let a beautiful girl like you pay for ice cream?" Austin asks, slightly smirking. I blush a little. I really hope Austin didn't catch that. "I'll pay."

"O-o-okay," I hesitate slightly before giving in.

"Wait, you guys, do you think that we can stop by the sorbet place too?" Dez asks. "I'm really craving some sorbet..."

"Dez, there's going to be sorbet at the ice cream place," I tell him.

"But still!" he huffs, and he crosses his arms and pouts like a kindergarten boy. Austin, Trish and I chuckle to that.

"Come on!" Trish says, dragging his arm. I smile, as Austin and I trail behind them. I can't be happier that Team Austin has reunited.

That car ride was way longer than I though it would be. Trish was driving, Dez was in the passenger seat, and Austin and I was in the back seat. I had found the address of the ice cream place and programmed it to Trish's GPS. I'm still shocked that Trish got her driving license before me. On the way, there were some pretty steep turns. I would always somewhat lean into Austin, blush, and quickly jump back up in my original position. I wonder if Austin was as flustered as me. And on the way, we also saw that sorbet place that Dez wanted to go to. He wanted Trish to turn around so then he could go there, but Trish just kept driving. I could hear Dez huff angrily, hoping that Trish would succumb to him and go back to that sorbet place, but Trish wouldn't even dare turn around. And while all of that was happening, I ended up crying twice because Trish, Dez and Austin forgave me so easily and I felt SO guilty. Austin would hear me quietly sob and pull me closer, putting his arm around me and whispering in my ear, "It's okay, Ally."

Once we got there, the ice cream shop was crowded. I swear, the entire population of Miami was there. (okay, so what if I'm exaggerating?!) We waited in the long line, and I scanned the menu. Hmm, what to get...

The line actually was quicker than I expected, and this brunette girl was trying to take our order. But she had a huge New Jersey accent, and I could smell the obsessive perfume and hair and makeup products. (AN: I am so sorry if this offends anyone!)

"So, what do you want?" She kind of sounded bratty to me. I watch as Dez's face instantly lighted up when seeing all of the sorbet flavors.

"Oh my gosh, look at all of the sorbet flavors! There's strawberry, lemon, mango, melon, and is that line?! Ooh, and orange! You know what, I'll take them all!"

The girl just stared at him weirdly, cocking up an eyebrow before saying, "Whatever. How about you, Latina?"

I watch as Trish's face started to fill with anger. She then says, "I'll take the Choco Coco combo, please."

"Hmm, I sensed that from a cuckoo girl like you," I hear the brunette say. Steam could've been bursting out of Trish's ears by now, but she took in deep breaths to calm herself down.

"How about that other girl?" the brunette asks, and I knew that she meant me.

"Maybe just a scoop of vanilla," I say.

"Ally, no way are you getting that," Austin says, stopping the brunette from typing in the order.

"Then what should I get?" I ask Austin, turning to face him.

"Easy," he says. "The Nature Sundae."

"Austin, that's insanely big," I tell him. "I'd rather not."

"Can you guys just make up your mind?" the brunette says in an annoyed tone, chewing her gum loudly in the process.

"We'll take the Nature Sundae," Austin tells her. He then leans closer to me and says, "I'll share with you."

"Okay," I say unsurely. We waited a few minutes for our ice cream, (sorbet in Dez's case) and then found a table.

We all eat in silence, until I finally took a bite of that sundae Austin and I are sharing. My face instantly lit up.

"Oh my gosh, Austin, this is so good!" I exclaim, stuffing the sundae into my mouth. "You know me better than I know myself! Mmmmm!"

"Ally, eat slowly," he tells me. "You better not get a..."

"BRAIN FREEZE!" I scream, and I bet that everyone in the shop heard me. I slightly duck my head, holding it in pain, well, and trying to hide myself.

"That," Austin states, dipping his spoon into the sundae. I smile in embarrassment, and the pain went away.

"Hey, Trish, I've been wondering, how did you know that Tilly was pretending to be Lady Gaga?" Austin asks. I've been wondering that too.

Trish smiles. "Well, you should never doubt me. I know everything."

We all chuckle, before Austin adds, "Seriously, how?"

"Well, remember that job at the wig shop?" We all nod. "Well, I was trying on wigs..."

Flashback (Trish's POV)

I was looking in the mirror to see what hair-dos look good on me.

"Well, blonde doesn't look that bad, pink is pretty good, and I am CERTAINLY not trying on that lime green wig again," I tell myself, pointing at each wig as I mentioned them.

"TRISH!" I hear my boss, Gracie, yell. "STOP TRYING ON WIGS AND GET BACK TO WORK!"

I sigh before going back to the cashier. Then, I start looking through my phone for new texts until I hear the bell ring. That means that there's a customer.

I look at the customer, and I recognized her quickly. It was Tilly Thompson. Ugh. But, I know the rules. I have to be nice to the customers and blah blah blah. But, hey, I actually want to keep this job. It pays really good and I get to try on wigs all day.

"Hi, my name is Trish. Would you like any help today?" I plaster on a fake smile, and I could see that Tilly did the exact same thing.

"Actually, yes," Tilly says. "I'm looking for a blonde wig."

I look at her weirdly. "Don't you already have blonde hair?"

"Yes, I do," she says, rolling her eyes, and I do the exact same thing to her. "I want platinum blonde instead of regular blonde. Like Lady Gaga." (AN: I don't know if I got that right, but oh well.)

"Whatever you say," I mutter, before leading her to the blonde wig section. "But, wait, why don't you just dye your hair? It's not that much of a difference."

"Because I like my natural color!" Tilly yells. I was taken aback. Girl needs to learn how to control her attitude!

"Well, okay then," I say, before picking up a platinum blonde wig. "How about this one?"

"NO!" Tilly yells. "It's not the right shade! OH, I hate it when people think they know the right shade of platinum blonde. I hate it! I hate it! I HATE IT!" And there's her classic angry face.

Okay, seriously, does that girl KNOW how to act in a store? I mean, seriously, I am trying to tolerate her!

"Then what is the right shade of platinum blonde?" I ask her. She drags me to another blonde wig, but I really don't care.

"This," she says, and it looked more like dirty blonde to me. Oh well, as they always say, the customer's always right.

"Okay then," I say, and I put the wig on her. It was a little big, and I could see her actual blonde hair poke out a little. But I don't actually care. It's Tilly we're talking about. "Well, that seems about perfect. I'll get the price for this in just a second."

I went up to the cashier and scanned the wig. Looking at the piece, I started to wonder why she didn't just dye her hair. Oh well, it's her problem. "Okay, that will be $128, please."

"What?!" Tilly says. "That's an outrage! That's a plain rip-off! Oh, I hate it when they over-charge things! I hate it! I hate it! I HATE IT!" Back to the angry face.

"Are you paying it or not?" I questioned her. She huffed before giving me $128 exactly. Then, she snatched the wig and walked to the door.

"Come again!" I yell fake-optimistically. She just left the store, slamming the door as hard as any human-being can.

After that, I went back to the blonde wig section, looking at the different shades of blonde. Then, I try a blonde with brown highlights wig on.

"TRISH! DID YOU TRY ON ANOTHER WIG? THAT'S IT, YOU'RE FIRED!" Gracie yells. I sulk a little, before jumping back to my happy self. I mean, come on, I'll always get another job.

End Flashback

Ally's POV

"Wait, wait, wait, so that's how you knew that Tilly was Lady Gaga?" I ask Trish.

"It wasn't just that," Trish tell me, eating more of her Choco Coco combo. "Another job solidified my suspicions.

"I love hearing how you get fired from different jobs," Dez says. "Tell me more, tell me more!"

"Okay then!" Trish chuckles. "This is the other job that I saw Tilly at..."

Flashback (Trish's POV)

I was painting a portrait of myself for my brother for his birthday. My mom said I have to get him a present, not something I've already owned (so then he would give the present back to me) or another pinecone. (hey, those things make great gifts!) So, yep, I'm painting a portrait of myself. Because, come on, who can get tired of seeing this face?

I was still painting as a blonde girl around my age started to approach me.

"Ahem!" she says, forcing me to stop painting and to look up. Yay, it's Tilly again. Can someone get me a plastic bag so then I can barf?

"Yes?" I say, going back to painting my portrait. I was painting my luscious hair, which is my best aspect. Wait, are you kidding me, every single aspect of myself is the best!

"I want to buy everything in this store!" Tilly exclaims.

I willingly look up this time, to give her a questioning look and an arched eyebrow. "Everything?"

"Well, at least everything my size!" Tilly says, in a "duh" tone. Wow, this girl must be loaded with money.

"Well, what size are you?" I ask. "XL? Size 10?"

"No!" Tilly yells, looking offended. "I hate it when people guess my size! I hate it! I hate it! I HATE IT!" And there it is, people, the famous angry face that got Tilly so far in life.

"Well, then get everything in your size and get it here," I tell her, going back to painting.

"NO!" Tilly yells even louder. "You get it! YOU WORK HERE!" I swear, that girl just blew out my eardrums.

I roll my eyes as I get EVERYTHING in her size. (turns out she's a S and a size 2) And trust me, that at least took two hours. With that time, my portrait could be done.

"I'm done," I state, setting the last shirt down. "That will be $2,399."

Tilly hastily gives me her credit card (who knew she had one?) and she grabs all of the bags. (which is at least 25) Then, she walks out of the store. I really don't get it. She makes a huge fit over a wig being $128, yet she buys a whole load of clothes for $2,399? That girl makes absolutely no sense.

I go back to painting after pondering about Tilly. I was almost finished. All I had was to finish my eyes and cheeks.

"Um, excuse me?"

I look up to see a women, probably in her 30s.

"Can you check this out for me?" she asks timidly.

I smile, and take the shirt out of her hand. "Sure." And with my bad luck, I dump my black paint all over her white shirt. The woman gasped, and I quickly attempt to get the paint off, but to no avail.

She ran to get my boss, Peter, and in that time, I finished my portrait. It was perfect, I must say. It perfectly shows my good side. (which is every side)

"Trish!" my boss yells. "I can't believe you would spill paint all over that women's shirt! You're paying for it, and YOU'RE FIRED! Get out of my face!"

I grab my portrait and leave. But, hey, on the bright side, my portrait's finished. That means no more work for my pesky little brother. And that right there makes me smile.

End Flashback

Ally's POV

"Okay, so that's how you figured out?" I ask Trish just to clarify.

"Yeah," Trish smiles. "That, and I saw a little bit of Tilly's actual hair while we were in the limo."

Tilly, as Lady Gaga, let us into the limo and drove us all home. I guess Trish saw a speck of different blonde hair right there.

"Wow Trish," Austin says.

"Another story!" Dez exclaims, but Trish shakes her head.

"Not today, sweetie," she says. Dez's face then turned alarmed, and I look at him with worry.

"Dez, what's wrong?" Austin asks.

"Well, umm, umm," Dez hesitates, but then he tells us. "You know how my dad is an actor?" We all nod. "Well, yeah, that was my dad acting to arrest Tilly. I'm SORRY!" He then shields his face, and I chuckle slightly.

"Wait, so that nutbag isn't in jail?" Trish asks Dez. I then cross my fingers. Please Tilly's in jail. Please Tilly's in jail. Please Tilly's in jail!

"Honestly, I don't know," Dez confesses. "My dad is random. He may never even tell us."

Austin leans over to me and whispers, "Even more random than Dez." I look at Austin in the eye and nod. I can't even imagine how random Dez's dad can be, considering how random Dez is.

"So, I guess we'll never know until she shows up," I say, my eyes filled with fear.

"Yep," Dez nods. I start to freak out internally.

Where can Tilly be?

And I'm done! This probably isn't my best work. I just hope that this was worth the wait. I am SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO sorry for not updating, and I probably don't deserve 100 reviews. But, please you guys? I'm begging!

Oh, and before I forget: HAPPY 2013! What is your New Year's resolution? Mine is to play at least 3 sports this year, but I don't think that I'll be able to do it.