Okay, I am sooooooo sorry I haven't updated in so long. I've started classes again so I probably won't be able to update as frequently as before, but I promise I will because I love writing this story and I know exactly how it will end.

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A buzz came from the inside of Austin and Ally's apartment, and Ally ran in from the balcony to buzz Trish in.

"Hey, Trish, come on up! The door is open!" Ally called into the intercom, running back to the balcony. She slid the door open again, overwhelmed yet again by the large reflector board and lighting set up covering the corner of their wide spaced balcony. Dez had his large film camera over his shoulder, looking carefully into the lens with one eye closed.

Austin held out his arm and looked at Ally with a smug expression on his face, waiting for her to join him. Ally shook her head and headed straight into Austin's arm, as he hugged her tight.

"That's great, Austin. Ally could you look a little happier, please? That expression is giving me a totally wrong vibe." Dez called from behind the camera. Ally widened her eyes and pouted.

"What …? Well, okay director, direct me." Ally pressed, gluing her eyes into Dez's lens. Dez took his eye away from the lens, looking directly at Ally.

"Uh, I just did." he reminded her goofily, waving his hands in the air. Ally pressed her lips into a tight line, ready to retaliate but Austin tugged on her waist, causing Ally to look into his eyes. He winked at her reassuringly, and led her over to the balcony's ledge. The ledge's wall was completely glass, and Austin leaned his elbows on the ledge, with Ally's arm still in his. Ally looked up at him as Austin gazed out into the Manhattan city skyline, the wind blowing gently in her hair.

"That's perfect," Dez called, moving over to the centre of both of them to catch them close up.

"Who's the enormously happy couple?" Trish guffawed from the balcony door with a cheeky grin. Austin and Ally turned away from the view and laughed at their friend, which Dez caught on camera.

"Oh you know, just some lovesick music duo." Austin joked, flopping his arm around Ally's shoulder. Ally laughed and took his hand to lead him over to the seats.

"Hey Trish," Ally greeted warmly. Dez stopped recording and put the camera back in its case. Austin went to help him turn off the lights and pack up the camera set ups while Ally approached Trish and they went to sit inside the living room.

"So what made you hire the doofus for your video?" Trish asked, landing freely on the couch. Ally sat down across from her and smiled.

"Like it or not, Trish … he's a pretty awesome cinematographer. I'm sure he's going to do an amazing job." Ally defended Dez as Trish raised her eyebrow with a smirk on her lips.

"Did you get to choose a song for the video?" Trish moved on. Ally opened her mouth to answer, but Austin stopped her.

"Yes, but Ally is not allowed to know what song it is yet." Austin interrupted, stumbling into the apartment with the reflector board and placing it against the couch.

"Well fine, I'm not telling you our first dance song either." Ally retaliated, crossing her arms against her chest. Austin furrowed his eyebrows.

"Why not? Don't we have to practice the steps?" Austin reminded her. Ally kept her eyes wide open for a moment, thinking blankly into space before blinking once.

"Well, you won't be finding out anytime soon …" Ally said with an anxious laugh. Austin raised his eyebrow and followed Dez over to the kitchen to make coffee. Trish leaned over the coffee table, obviously to ask Ally something, and Ally leaned forward too.

"You'll tell me, right?" Trish prompted with a cheeky grin.
"I don't even know what it is yet." Ally admitted in a whisper, sinking back into the couch as Trish parted her lips and shook her head.

Austin brought in a tray of four cups with a small kettle, coffee sachets and tea bags in a jar, a sugar container and milk. He laid the tray on the coffee table and Ally immediately started making tea for herself. Trish approached the coffee table as well with a smirk on her lips.

"Wow, Austin. You've become so hospitable." She observed, pouring some hot water into her coffee mug. Austin got up from his kneeled position and sat in a spare space next to Ally on the sofa, laying his arm across the back of the couch. He just smiled.

"It was bound to happen sooner or later." He only replied, as Ally laughed lightly.
"Yeah, he's become really good at this stuff. Good thing too, cause I'm never going to be just a housewife." Ally put in, stirring her tea and leaning back against Austin's arm. Austin tilted his head back slightly and raised his eyebrows.

"I wouldn't expect you to. Family is a joint effort." Austin declared, leaning in to kiss Ally on the cheek.
"Right." Ally replied, kissing him right back on his cheek as Austin blushed. Dez took his coffee and crossed his legs as he leaned back on the sofa.

"Aww, you two act just like a married couple." Dez said romantically, grinning widely at the both of them. Trish turned to him with a sinister look on her face.

"They kinda already are." Trish reminded him. Dez blinked at her once.
"You're right …" he agreed, then abruptly turned to Austin and Ally. "Why are you two getting married again?" Dez waved his hands around the couple, leaning his chin on the palm of his hand. Austin chuckled, but Ally did not seem amused.

"Um, to celebrate our love? To start the next chapter of our lives? To prove our partnership to the world in the most intimate way possible?" Ally pressed, leaning forward to Dez with each statement. She shook her head lightly and looked at Austin who winked at her. Ally, understanding his wink, just nudged him away and rolled her eyes. Dez looked up thoughtfully for a moment.

"Yeah, but I mean if you already know you're going to spend the rest of your life with someone, why put a label on it?" Dez asked, shaking his head. Ally closed her eyes and shook her head violently.

"Are you saying you never want to get married?" Ally asked. Dez shrugged.
"I don't know … I mean, marriage is such a stable thing. So stable it's probably boring … and I like the way things are going with Carrie. We're comfortable just-the-way-things-are." He sang at the end, leaning his cheek in the palm of his hand again with a wide grin. Trish raised her eyebrow at him.

"Really? You're sure she doesn't want marriage to be in your future?" Trish pressed, tilting her head to the side as she spoke.

"I mean, she may have hinted it once or twice … But I mean, we're both pretty young. I think we should wait." Dez replied calmly. Trish shook her head toward the ground, getting up from the sofa to retrieve her bag from the dining table.

"Guys are so stupid," she remarked, walking toward the dining table. Austin threw his hands up in the air.
"Hey!" he defended himself, as Ally turned to him with a small smirk on her lips. Austin glared at her.

"Anyway," Trish diverted, coming back from the dining room with her phone in hand. "As you know, you're both currently on the waiting list for the Vizcaya Museum and Gardens, which is why you can't put a date on the wedding yet." Trish went on, as Ally nodded and Austin leaned forward, eager to listen.

"I had a talk with a manager there, and she says that it might be possible to move up your listing …" Trish drifted off as Ally squealed in response, a very noticeable glow in her eyes as she looked from Austin back to Trish.

"If you and Austin perform at her daughter's sweet sixteen." Trish blurted out with her eyes squeezed shut, afraid of the response. Ally gawked at her best friend, while Austin remained expressionless. Dez sighed heavily and smiled into space.

"Ah, to be turning sweet sixteen again." Dez said dreamily. Austin smiled at the corner of his mouth with his friend.

"Perform at her daughter's sweet sixteen for a chance to have our wedding sooner?" Ally repeated, narrowing her eyes to Austin.
"Whenever you want, actually." Trish corrected, pressing her lips into a tight line. Austin gaped at her, but Ally still seemed unwilling.

"Ally, come on, we could do it. How often do we get to perform at private parties anymore? Besides, if we do it … we get to have our wedding whenever we want." He emphasised, widening his eyes and nodding slowly toward his fiancé. Ally still didn't appear to be moved, and just slowly turned her head back to Trish.

"I don't think it's a good idea … I mean, it doesn't seem fair to those couples who have been on the waiting list longer than us. I don't think we should." Ally explained, crossing her arms and looking at the ground.

"The waiting list could be up to two years." Trish added bluntly. Ally gawked at Trish and Austin shook his head.

"All right that's it, we're doing the gig." Ally announced, rising from her seat.
"Yes!" Austin chimed in.

"Cool, we're gonna have to go back to Miami, but we can make a trip out of it. And maybe we can get some shopping done while we're there." Trish said. Ally nodded.

"Yeah, and this will be a good time for us to kinda get a rundown on what this place is like. Austin has never been there." Ally added.

"I'm coming too. I think it would be a great idea to get some before shots of both of you at the wedding location. It'd have a great effect on your wedding video," Dez put in, rising from his seat and putting his hands on his hips. Ally and Austin smirked at their friend.

"Bet your photographer didn't think of that, did she?" he pressed, looking away from them with a proud expression on his face. Trish laughed.

"Are you still sore that they didn't pick you to be their photographer?" Trish asked. Dez chuckled once bitterly.
"Ha, no." he said flatly. Austin approached his best friend and put his arm around his shoulder.

"Dez, you know you're our photographer. We've got both of you for this wedding." Austin assured him, patting his shoulder. Ally nodded sincerely.
"Absolutely. We have two photographers." Ally put in. Dez beamed boyishly.

"Awesome! But, I'm the primary photographer, right?" he asked confidently, looking away from them. Ally narrowed her eyes at Austin who just gave her a pleading look.

"Sure." Ally said with a flat expression. Dez pulled his fist down to his stomach from mid-air.
"In your face – other photographer!" Dez yelled, obviously unsure of what her name was. Ally shook her head.

"Her name is Sophie." Ally reminded him.
"Whatever." Dez waved her off and sat back down for his coffee.

Trish hopped out of her small back hatchback car and approached her new apartment building. She had only been living there for three weeks so far, but she was growing to like New York. It was a change from the warmer climate she was used to from Miami and Los Angeles. She took her apartment keys out of her bag and swiped her security key against the system, opening the door and proceeding over to her mailbox.

She skimmed though her mail, smiling that she had some paperwork to sort through for her new clients. Trish preferred to be kept busy, especially when she didn't have a boyfriend. While that wasn't always often – she had to admit – being without a boyfriend made her feel a little lonely. While she loved her best friends, their perfect relationships made her a little jealous at times.

"Ugh!" Trish muttered under her breath, gagging a little as she finished the thought. Was she really jealous of Dez? She slammed her mailbox shut and locked it, heading for the door when a voice stopped her.

"Trish De la Rosa?" a very familiar voice called from behind her. Trish's heart skipped a beat … it couldn't be … could it? She turned around slowly and looked straight into his big brown eyes.

"Jace?" even though she almost knew it before she laid eyes on him, it was too bizarre to fathom. He flashed a preppy crooked smile at her and shook his head. So, the disbelief was shared, Trish thought. Trish glanced down at him quickly. She hadn't seen him for a very long time, but he had barely changed. He'd lost a little weight, his hair was cropped quite short, and he wore a pair of faded jeans and a navy blue zip-up hoodie.

"In the flesh," he laughed, holding his arms up. "But what are you doing here? I didn't know you were living in New York." Jace said, moving a little closer to her. Trish sighed quietly. It felt nice to be speaking with him again.

"I haven't been here for long – three weeks actually. I'm here basically to help plan and organise Austin and Ally's wedding." Trish explained. Jace gaped at her but continued smiling brightly.

"I always knew those two would end up together. Send my congratulations to them." He said warmly. Trish smiled back at him and nodded.
"I will." She replied. Jace approached his own mailbox and opened it with his key, retrieving a bunch of magazines – extreme sport ones of course, and a few bills.

"So are you gonna tell me what you're doing here? I never thought you'd be living in the city of all places." Trish commented. Jace shut his mailbox and looked down a little.

"Yeah, um …" he began, but a loud bang of the front door interrupted them. Trish looked up to see a girl with chest length blonde hair and bright blue eyes come through, struggling with only three grocery bags.

"Jace! So I couldn't find the baby carrots so I had to get the plain ones, which by the way, probably won't taste as good when we're making …." She drifted off when she came into eye contact with Trish – obviously observing that the two of them were having a conversation. Trish looked her up and down quickly, already disliking her. She was just Jace's height, wearing a dress that came down to her thighs with a red leather jacket. She was definitely younger than them both, probably only 20.

"Who's this?" she asked with a syrupy sweet voice. Jace sighed and looked from the girl to Trish.
"This is Trish, an old friend. Trish, this is Candy … my girlfriend." He introduced them both. Trish gagged in her mouth. Candy? Really? Despite her thoughts, Trish faked a warm smile and waved her hand generously in the air.

"Nice to meet you." Trish greeted. Candy half-smiled and looked at Jace again.
"How do you know her?" Candy asked. Trish raised her eyebrow and looked at Jace.

"She was touring with Austin Moon a while back and I met her and her friends while they were in Albuquerque. That's how we got to know each other." Jace explained. Trish gazed just offside from Jayce and remembered seeing him perform one of his life-threatening stunts the first time she saw him.

"Is that all – you were just friends?" she pressed. Trish rolled her eyes.
"No, we used to go out. Nothing you should worry about." Jace assured her. But if Trish knew Jace well enough, that wasn't his most sincere tone. Candy apparently didn't know this and sighed squeakily, taking Jace's arm in her own.

"Well in that case, it was nice to meet you too, Trish." Candy said, pulling Jace toward the elevator. Trish watched them leave and couldn't help but think that the relationship was one-sided. She definitely didn't feel jealous … well, much. Of course she would be jealous. He was her ex-boyfriend and possibly the longest relationship she had ever had.

Trish shook her head and clutched to her paperwork. There was no time – or at least she didn't want any time – to think about Jayce and his sun-kissed overly pretentious girlfriend. She had way too many things to worry about right now.

Ooohhh a TWIST! Hahaha who else was really fond of the Trish/Jace ship? I thought they were so cute and it's kinda heartbreaking that both Dez and Trish ended their relationships in season 4. The writers tend to play - if not wrestle - with the ships on this show, don't they!? D:

Who's liking season 4 so far? I like it, but for some reason I thought it would be better. To me each season kinda ups from the last one, and I guess I loved season 3 so much I thought the 4th would be amazingly good but it's like ... it's there. I don't know I still love it though!

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