I know I said I would start the new story after the trashion show, but I couldn't wait to start! So here we are!

Ally Dawson walked into the Miami Foster Care center in local Miami, wearing a gorgeous simple red dress, but on Ally; it was beautiful. Her best friend Trish saw her coming, and walked up to her, giving Ally her purse.

"So, where's he taking you?" Trish asked her excitedly.

"He's taking me to the Melody Diner, where we had our first date!" Ally squealed. Trish did the same.

"I LOVE that place! It's so simple, but the food is awesome, and it could be fancy when Mindy wanted it to be." Trish shrugged.

"Do you think this is it? Do you think he's gonna propose?" Ally questioned nervously.

"Girl, Dallas better propose. It's been two years!" Trish answered. Then one of their coworkers, and another best friend of theirs-Miss Cassidy Summers- rolled near Ally's desk.

"You've been with him for two years, and he's never brought it up?" Cassidy asked.

"Of course he has. We've planned out a future. We're gonna get married, have beautiful babies, he's going to establish himself as a culinary baker, and I'm going to make myself a well-known songwriter." Ally defended her and her boyfriend.

"Baker?" Trish joked. Ally glared at her as Trish snickered.

"But no one's mentioned marriage," Cassidy said bluntly.

"Okay back off, Cass." Trish said stepping forward. Cassidy put her arms up in surrender.

"Trish, Cassidy's right. Maybe he's asking me to move in with him!" Ally smiled.

"Say no!" Trish and Cassidy said immediately. Ally looked at them while putting on some earrings.

"Why? Isn't that progress?"

"Listen to this saying Ally, "It don't mean a thing, without a ring." Besides, it's a bad idea to move in with your boyfriend because you'll start to fight. Financial problems, "Why were you out so late?", "Why did you bring him/her home?", plus the fact it makes the proposal tradition meaningless. You're already living under the same roof. What's the difference besides a band on your finger?" Cassidy explained.

"Cassy, how would you know any of this?" Ally asked.

"Been there, done that." Cassidy waved it off.

"What did he say again?" Trish asked, changing the subject.

"He wants to meet me at dinner for something special." Ally said, brushing her ombred curls away from her face with her hands.

"He's gonna ask you." Cassidy smirked, rolling away back to her desk. Trish and Ally stared at each other before bursting in a fit of screams and squeals.

Ally walked into the Melody Diner, where all the lights were dimmed and candles lit everywhere, the usual nighttime look for the Melody Diner, and found Dallas waiting patiently in a tuxedo.

A bit overdressed? Ally thought to herself.

"Hey Ally! Wow, you look hot." Dallas winked at her.

"You look pretty wow yourself." Ally laughed before sitting in the chair Dallas had pulled out for her. Ally looked at the food that was spread out. Dallas had ordered Cream of Potato Soup and a Chocolate Milkshake for himself, and he ordered Chicken Parmesan on Linguini and a Lemon Twist for his brunette girlfriend. Ally was touched.

"Aw, Dallas! This was our meal from our first date! Normal guys don't usually remember that," Ally smiled.

"Well you always said, I wasn't a normal man." He chuckled.

"I meant that in a good way," Ally said before giving him a peck on his cheek. He started to hold her hand.

"Okay, this should probably wait until after the meal, but I'm not a normal man so hear it is," Ally laughed which made Dallas smile.

"I'm ready," she said softly.

He took a deep breath. "I got it. I got the job!" he said excitedly. Ally's smile faltered a bit.

"What job?"

"The one I applied for months ago. Ally, I'm going to be taking baking with professional world-wide known bakers all around the world!"

"Baking?" Ally said uncertainly.

"Baking, around the world." He smiled with pride. Then he saw Ally's shocked expression.

"A-Aren't you excited for me? Y-You know I've been working at this my entire life-"

"To bake with people." Ally said blankly.

"Famous bakers of the world!" he defended.

"Well how long will that take?" she asked. He shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know, two, three years maybe?" he answered. "Why? You don't seem that happy." She shook her head.

"No! It's just; I thought you were going to ask a different question. Something I've been waiting for my whole life," she said a bit sadly.

"What did you think would be more important than this?" he asked with a laugh. Ally was a bit hurt.

"Well, I didn't think cooking and baking." She said a bit coldly. His eyes widened in realization.

Ally and Cassidy were out jogging at the local park, both girls obviously wrapped up in a conversation.

"I don't care, Cassidy. We broke up because he obviously chose cakes and bread over me." Ally panted.

"By 'we' broke up; you mean 'he' broke up with you." Cassidy replied.

"No! Okay, I have a great life, a wonderful job-"

"Ha! Did you get a new job?" Cassidy joked.

"Okay, so what if my job stresses me out? It doesn't mean I love it." Ally grumbled, still upset about being dumped by her boyfriend of two years.

"You know you wanna go back to writing songs." Cassidy said knowingly.

"I don't think I do. I think I only wanted to do it because I was good at poetry as a kid." Ally said back.

"You majored in music." Cassidy pointed out.

"And social working!" Ally defended.

"Stop kidding yourself Ally." The blonde laughed. Both girls rested on a park bench near a water fountain.

"My point is, I really like working at the care center okay?"

"Why? You're working with delusional kids."

"So are you!"

"But I am a delusional kid. I understand them."

"Is this your way of being supportive?" Ally asked.

"Well sorry! I just can't stand here, just listening about how you're over Dallas, and you don't wanna get married, because it's not true! Nobody ever means that except for men. Men always mean it." Cassidy snorted. "But we women never mean it."

"Well I don't need a man to make me complete."

"You're bluffing."

"Why should I take advice from you?" Ally asked.

"Why shouldn't you?" Cassidy answered with another question.

"Because all of your fiancés bailed on the wedding." Ally pointed out.

"Don't make this about me." Cassidy huffed a bit angrily as Ally laughed.

"My point is, no one has a marriage that I'm jealous of, so I don't think it matters." Ally stated firmly. Cassidy scoffed.

"It matters Ally. Ask anyone. Ask hookers. Ask old people. Ask gay people. They'll say it matters." Cassidy said knowingly.

"Well then maybe I'm not the kind of person who doesn't want to get married." Ally shot back. Cassidy turned so her body was fully facing the short brunette.

"You want the fairytale ending that no one gets." Cassidy accused with a smirk. Ally blushed before glaring at her friend, face still red.

"No I don't." Ally argued.

"Yes you do! You want to walk outside where some rich hot guy is gonna come up to you in a tuxedo and proposes in the most romantic way as possible, and will love you forever." Cassidy added. Ally stared at her.

"Forever's a long time." The brunette finally said.

"Don't change the topic Dawson." Cassidy scolded. "Besides Ally, fairytale endings just don't happen because they don't exist." Ally glared at her friend.

"They do exist. They are real. Fairies and witches aren't, but happily ever afters are real." Ally fought back. Cassidy smirked.

"You're not over Dallas." The blonde concluded. Ally snapped her head up.

"I am SO over Dallas! It is very easy to get over a man who is intelligent, handsome, and has a great body…" Ally trailed off.

"Honey, he chose baking over you." Cassidy said rubbing her shoulder. Ally looked up and gave a scowl.

"But technically, I broke up with him."

"Because he chose to be baking with old people over you!" Ally groaned. "That's it. I'm fixing you up with a cute guy I know."

"No you are not. Cassidy, we are grown, educated women who are handling real life scenarios. We help children without a family. I understand constitutional law and civil rights and the stimulus package. We know the ins and outs of the welfare system. We-"

"Ally shut up." Cassidy groaned. "Don't remind me of being a grown up!"

"Okay, but we are no longer going to be talking about Dallas and I anymore, got it?" Ally instructed. Cassidy nodded. Both girls faced forwards and were silent for a while before Cassidy turned to the brunette.

"Hey Ally?"

"Yeah?"

"He did have a great body though." Cassidy commented. Ally rolled her eyes and got up to go home.

"What? You know I'm right!" Cassidy shouted, chasing after her friend.

What do ya think about that? I love the plot, and go easy on me, this is my first T rated story. It's practically a K+, but it's around the T border.

Tell me what you think!

Oh and this might be sudden, but I need a teenage girl OC. Name, age, personality, hobbies, and looks.

Thank you darlings!

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