Hey, everyone! Last I checked, there wasn't any Trish/Dez fics so I decided to try my hand at it. Honestly, I feel like this could have been written much better but I couldn't figure out how to. Anyway, this takes place after Secrets & Songbooks, when Trish eats Dez's gingerbread family.
The black smoke that escaped into the air from the oven was just a frustratingly annoying reminder as to how much work it took to do something nice for someone else. Placing the red oven mitts on her hands, Trish grabbed the tray and set it on the nearby stove. Cooking was not one of her strong points and it was a wonder how she got a job at Kate's Cookies. Maybe it was just because of her job experience, now nine pages long to be exact.
Her chocolate eyes scanned the tray as she looked at the burnt gingerbread men. She let out a sigh, the burst of air escaping from her mouth causing a loose, black curl to sway on her forehead. The dancing of her hair tickled her and a giggle could be heard throughout the empty bake shop. Picking up the tray once more, Trish dumped it contents into the trash, the cookies crumbling as they slid off the cooking pan.
The ringing sound from metal hitting metal echoed in the kitchen area. Trish did not know the exact reason as to why she decided to make gingerbread cookies. As a matter of fact, they weren't even on the menu and let's face it, Trish just doesn't do work. But the guilt that had been bubbling up inside her for the past week had finally gotten to her. It usually didn't bother her when Dez called you names or when they fought but maybe, just maybe, he really was hurt when she ate his gingerbread family.
The thought of the red haired boy sent a small smile to her face. Though she'd never admit it, she liked hanging out the awkward, geeky character that was Austin's best friend. He was special in his own way, one she knew she'd never fully understand. He spoke randomly about things that no one knew quite what to put their finger on. And though he seems stupid (or he probably really is) at moments, she knows there's a brain somewhere is that head of his.
Her hands molded the dough while her mind wandered. He better appreciate these cookies, she thought to herself. Trish did not do any good things unless it benefited herself or Ally. Heck, she had never even stayed at her job as long as she was today! Placing the last gingerbread figure on the tray, she gave herself a tiny smile of hope as she put the tray back into the oven. It was nearly time for her shift to be over and not a customer had dared bother her. It didn't have to be with the lack of people at the Mall of Miami, the mall was flooded with locals and tourists alike, but more with that fact that the sign on the door read, "Closed". Trish did have a reputation to upkeep, after all.
Her phone beeped signaling to check the cookies. Instead of ignoring it like previous times (the magazine she read had a new article on Taylor Lautner, could you blame her?), she walked over to the oven, a bright smile dancing upon her lips. Taking out the tray, her eyes beamed with joy at the sight of perfectly brown gingerbread men. Putting the tray on the stove so the cookies could cool off, Trish sat on a nearby stool, picking up the top magazine from her pile. Dez better be happy, she thought, her eyes glancing over at the cookies before returning them to the article. Trish only did nice things her for friends.
I definitely think that Trish and Dez have an underlying friendship somewhere there. They are so funny together. This just came to mind so I had to write it. This will probably just stay a oneshot unless I change my mind later. Hope you liked it! :)