"It's hopeless. We're stuck in here," Trish said banging on the practice room door one last time. She flopped down on the couch with a sigh.
"I've got an idea," Dez said with a smile. Even though it was kind of a drag that Austin and Ally had locked them in, he had a feeling that the whole experience was going to be a lot of fun.
"I've had enough of your ideas. It's your fault we're here anyway. If you would have stopped arguing with me about what's the best pizza topping even one hour sooner, Austin and Ally wouldn't have done this to us. I suggest you LEAVE ME ALONE." Trish turned to face the wall as soon as she finished.
Dez knew that he had to get her to engage with him or they'd never get out. They had to solve this problem together. Somehow, despite her attitude he just knew they could. "I know it might seem like I'm trying to make your life miserable, but I'm not. I promise. If you'll just listen, I have some ideas of how we can get out of here. Won't you please listen?" he pleaded.
"Okay," Trish said reluctantly. Even though she had acted like she hated him from the start, he had also picked up on the fact she was impressed by him at the same time, and he was definitely going to use that now.
"As I see it, all we have to do is convince Austin and Ally that we're friends, and they'll let us out and never lock us up again. I think that maybe if we get a talking dog to tell the story of how we became friends Austin and Ally would actually listen."
Trish crossed her arms. "Are you out of your mind? There are no talking dogs, and Ally would never go for something like that."
Dez's face brightened as another idea came to him. "Then, I have another idea. How about we do a dance?"
"A dance? How would that help?"
"It'll show off our natural chemistry and leave them doubtless of the fact that we'll always get along."
"What?" Trish barked. "We don't have chemistry."
"Well, I'm an artist, and artists see possibilities everywhere," Dez explained.
"Whatever. So genius, how do we start? It's not like we know a dance or anything." Trish sounded unconvinced.
"Easy-peasy. My aunt's a choreographer, and I've been training under her for years. I've got just the idea…" Dez pulled his phone out of his pocket and began searching for the perfect song.
"Okay…since it's our best bet I'll go for it."
"This is going to work. I promise," Dez said looking up from his phone. "Just you wait."
Author's note: This is a the start of a new series that will tell Trish and Dez's love story focusing on promises that Dez makes to Trish over the years. I plan on writing between 5-10 short chapters for this one. I hope the idea of Dez making promises isn't out-of-character and that you enjoy my version of the "fix fic".