So, against all odds, against the bets made by every living creature on the planet, and despite all universal theorists perception of what is reality, Austin and Ally had gotten Trish and Dez to agree to a date. With each other. As in, Dez and Trish. Just Dez and Trish.

Now Austin and Ally had their own motives for arranging such an outing. For one thing, they were about to begin work on Austin Moon's first full album, which meant that there would be many, many, many all day song writing marathons in the near future, with little time to spend with their best friends, and they didn't want Dez and Trish to just sit around, sleeping through jobs and running from Mindy. They should be hanging out together! Austin and Ally also had to admit that they secretly thought Dez and Trish would be adorable together. Ally was convinced the two were falling for each other, and though Austin couldn't say he agreed, he also couldn't say he didn't agree. It was their favorite thing to tease Trish and Dez about, and Dez has a lot of teasing material.

Perhaps all the teasing was why Dez and Trish consented to the outing. The teasing was just getting excessive, to the point where Trish couldn't so much as look at Dez without getting a nudge and a cheesy wink from Ally. Or maybe Ally was right and they were falling for each other, but if that was the case neither of them would freely admit it. It was embarrassing. It was goofy faced, badly dressed, not-too-bright Dez and aggressive, scary Trish.

They were to meet in Sonic Boom at 7 on-the-dot, and then they would head to the fanciest restaurant in the mall Chez Pierre, where Ally had reserved them a table for two on the outside patio. Yes Ally, of course she planned such an extravagant and uncomfortably romantic event. Dez and Trish would have preferred just going to the arcade or something, but Ally wouldn't hear it. She wanted this night to be perfect. You know, for Trish and Dez.

And to make sure the night went perfectly Ally was going to spend all day with Trish preparing for the evening, no matter how much Trish protested. Ally first had to track down Trish at her new job, a clerk at the clothing store Club Banana.

When Trish saw Ally walk in with purpose Trish tried to hide behind a rack of clothes. Ally glanced around the store thoughtfully, and noticed some hanging shirts with feet attached. She walked over and parted the clothing, revealing a ducking Trish. Trish groaned.

"Come on, Trish! Today's the day!" Ally cheered perkily.

"What day?" Trish asked, walking away to hang up more shirts. Trish knew perfectly well what day it was, how could she forget? She just wished it wasn't.

Ally followed behind. "You know, silly. It's the day of your date with Dez!"

"Shhh!" Trish instantly ordered, glancing around to make sure no one heard Ally. "Not so loud. I don't want the whole world knowing I agreed to a date with Knuckle Brain."

Ally rolled her eyes. "Well you did, so let's get you ready!"

Trish continued to work, hanging and folding clothes, while Ally tagged along behind her. Trish was trying to be as nonchalant as possible. "Why? I don't need a whole day to get ready for Dez. It's just Dez." Trish crinkled her nose as she spoke.

Ally crossed her arms "Well, do you even know what you're going to wear?"

Trish shrugged. "What I'm wearing now, I'm not changing for him."

Ally looked Trish up and down. She was wearing khakis with a yellow polo—standard Club Banana uniform. Ally's mouth gaped in horror. "Trish de la Rosa. You are NOT wearing your CLUB BANANA UNIFORM to Chez Pierre!" Trish snickered at how pretentiously French Ally pronounced the name. "Dez or no Dez., who, by the way, is a perfectly handsome young man with an interesting sense of humor and lots of ambition."

Trish sighed. "Well if he's so great, why don't you go on this date with him, Ally?"

Ally laughed. "I'd love to take you up on your offer, Trish, but Austin and I-"

"Austin?" Trish cut Ally off, smirking suggestively. Ally's face turned bright red as Trish continued "Maybe you two crazy love birds should take the reservations, since you're spending the night with Austin anyway."

For a moment Ally's jaw wouldn't work to make words as she tried to calm the tingling of her cheeks with her hands. "I-I, that's not what I meant! We have to write songs, remember? Album? Austin and I are just friends, and-" Ally noticed Trish's victorious grin. "Oh no, missy, you are not changing the subject that easily. Now come on, let's go shopping and get you a dress for tonight."

"As much as I'd love to spend hours with you picking out a dress for a pretentious restaurant as you giggle about how cute Dez and I would be—and by love I mean hate like I hate Dez's freckles—I have to work until 6. Sorry." Yeah, Trish seemed sorry all right.

"Since when did you care about work, Trish?" Ally asked.

"Since you walked in here a few minutes ago," Trish replied.

Ally fell to her knees and started to hug Trish's legs, groveling. "Please, please, please Trish? I just want to pick you out a pretty dress and do your make up! I want things to be perfect tonight, just like I planned! You know how important my plans are to me. If you don't dress up for Dez, dress up for me! Please? I'm your best friend!" Ally begged.

Trish became embarrassed and looked around. "Ally… get up.. Ally, people are beginning to stare. Come on Ally, this is really unflattering…"

One of those people beginning to stare was Trish's boss. He yelled from the register "Trish! No personal conversations at work!"

Ally continued to hug Trish's legs. "I know sir, but-!"

"No buts!" he yelled back "You know I hate that word!"

"Yes sir…" Trish muttered. She began trying to kick Ally off.

"TRISH! No kicking the customers!" her manager yelled again.

"But-!"

"NO! BUTS!"

"But sir, you don't-"

"NO BUTS! I don't like your attitude de la Rosa. You're fired! I knew I shouldn't have trusted a 16-year-old with a twenty page resume."

Trish groaned as Ally jumped up. "Oh, looks like you're free now, and we're already in a clothing store…" Ally grabbed a pink dress from a rack of clothes "Oh how about this one, it's really compliments your complexion!" Ally posed with the dress and held a smile as Trish seemed like she'd boil over.

After a minute of a glaring-smiling contest Trish let out a sigh of defeat. "FINE! But you're buying my accessories and shoes."

Ally squealed "Yay!" she grabbed Trish's arm "Come on, I know exactly where to go." Ally dropped the dress she was previously looking at and ran out of Club Banana, dragging a reluctant Trish behind her.