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Saturday

Ally's POV

I was sleeping over at Trish's house when she said it. "This is my Dezzy Bear, Cuddles," she introduced me, not realising her faux pa.

"What did you just call the bear, Trish?"

"Cuddles. Weren't you listening?"

I smiled. "I'm pretty sure that you called it your Dezzy Bear," I said, trying to restrain my laughter.

"Um ... Yeah," she stalled, dragging out the syllables for as long as possible. "My Uncle Desmond gave it to me when I was little."

"Why haven't you told me about him before? I thought you only have two uncles, Robert and Harry," I replied, unsure.

"He gave this to me when I turned four and died soon after. I don't like to talk about it."

"Oh. Sorry."

She wouldn't look me in the eyes for over an hour after the conversation. I knew I shouldn't test our friendship but, the next morning, I had to get confirmation from her mother about the events just to make sure.

Sunday

Trish's POV

I can't believe I got away with that. I mean, Ally's my best friend and everything but this is the one secret that I can't tell her. I need a chance to get my story straight or I'll end up in a bigger mess than I began with.

She won't ask me about it again unless I look really bothered by it, or so I thought. That was until I saw her questioning my mother at breakfast the following morning when I left the room (I was eavesdropping, okay?).

"I'm sorry to hear about Dezmond, Mrs de la Rosa," she said. "Trish told me what happened last night."

"Ally, dear, I have no idea what you're talking about. What ideas has Trish been putting into your head?"

Ally looked at my mother confusedly, "She told be about her Uncle Desmond who gave Trish her favourite teddy and passed away soon after. Who was he related to?"

Great. I have to interfere NOW. "He was married to Aunty Tracy wasn't he, Mum?" I interrupted.

"No, she was married to G-" I prodded her in the arm and raised my eyebrow at her "I mean, yes, that was him. I don't like to talk of my brother-in-law's passing, though, so I would appreciate you not mentioning it again, Ally," Mum faked some tears. Her acting skills are almost as good as mine!

Ally seemed to think that something was up and left the room. Mum gave me the look that said that, when Ally went home, I had a lot of explaining to do.

Dez's POV

"Hey Dezzy-cakes," Mindy trilled. "Are you excited for the formal?"

"O-o-of c-c-course, M-M-Mindy," I gulped. Why was she being so nice?

"My dress is turquoise, by the way." She smiled as she said it.

"W-why would you tell me that?" I asked, expecting a berating for asking.

"Because we're going together for the formal and you HAVE to get me a corsage that matches my dress," she purred through a smile like a cat gives a mouse just before it pounces. I really shouldn't have continued this conversation.

"You don't know that, Mindy. The school hasn't chosen the partners yet."

"Oh it's happening; my boyfriend isn't going to leave my side that night." Ever since she tricked me into going on a date with her, she won't stop calling me that.

I know she probably didn't mean it to (I don't know, though, because she just flat out scares me) but that sounded very much like a threat. She stormed out before I could think of a comeback. I really needed protection from that girl.

Ally's POV

Trish still wasn't budging. She thought that she could hide a secret from me but she had forgotten two very important details. She's my best friend and she can't keep a secret without telling SOMEONE.

"So Trish, tell me more about this Uncle of yours," I said, because I could smell something fishy about the situation.

"There isn't a lot that I remember," she replied. "As I said, Gr- I mean, Desmond died a long time ago."

"Why are you lying to me?"

"Whaaat?" she said, dragging out the vowel. "Who said I was lying to you so you won't find out the truth?"

I raised an eyebrow at her and she continued hurriedly, "I lied, alright. Are you happy? Uncle Greg left Tracy when I was eight. He didn't give me the teddy."

"Who did, then?"

The battle for loyalty between her friendship with me and her loyalty to herself raged across her face. It appears I won out. "Dez when we went to the carnival. He didn't exactly give it to me. He was trying to impress some senior and she threw away the bear. I took it home." She noted my look of disgust. "I cleaned it; it's okay."

I was shocked and a flood of questions escaped my mouth. "Why didn't you tell me this earlier? Why did you pick up Dez's toy? Do you like Dez? You like him, don't you Trish?" I squealed.

"Yes, I might like him a little but it would never work. We're too different," she sighed.

"Too different? Trish, what are you talking about? He could encourage you to be more spontaneous and unselfish and you could help him become more carefree and teach him to defend himself against Mindy. Ask him out, Trish. You would suit each other down to the ground."

"You're one to give advice, Ally. You're head over heels for Austin and you're doing nothing about it," I snapped. She winced at me and turned away, hurt. I think I'd hit a nerve.

"Um … What about we make a deal?" I said. "I'll ask Austin to go out with me if you ask Dez." What is my mouth saying? It's like I've lost control of my face. Some people say that their mouths talk before their brains catch up but my brain was certainly not headed in that direction.

"Deal," she said and we pinkie promised. Who says that teenagers are all grown up? "So what about asking Austin to formal, Ally?"

"I wish. The school is picking our partners, remember? And they're making us learn formal dancing." We shuddered at the thought. Austin had taught Ally to slow dance but with anyone else she was a complete mess and my dad had only taught me to waltz and it wasn't like that was on the agenda for the night. We were supposed to learn the tango, the Cha Cha, the Samba and line dancing. I mean, LINE DANCING for crying out loud being taught to teenagers. My Nanna used to do it and my parents will occasionally waltz around the room but when is line dancing going to help me through life EVER?

Sorry, I start to rant when I get worked up.

Oh great. Ally was talking to me as I has my inner monologue. "Earth to Trish? Hello?"

"Sorry, Ally. I was off with the fairies. What were you saying?"

"Why are you mean to him if you like him?" Ally asked in her calm manner. When I didn't respond, she continued. "How long have you liked him for, anyway?"

"Two years," I whispered.

"Oh my gosh, Trish, that was before we even started hanging out with Austin and Dez," she exclaimed. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Because its silly and it's DEZ," I said, emphasising his name.

"We'll, we've pinkie promised on it so you have to ask him out. I'll ask Austin first, if it makes you feel better."

Oh great. I'm in WAY too deep.