Everything's silent in the house. Trish listens to Dez's heartbeat while he keeps a hand on the middle of her back, their breaths becoming into perfect sync.

A battery powered clock not far from Dez said that it was a little past ten.

"It's late, Trish. Are you tired?" he asks after a few moments.

"Yeah." she answers.

"All right. Come with me."

Dez takes Trish's hand in his and leads her to his room.

"Dez, why are you doing this?"

"Trish, there's a storm going on. It's still raining too hard for you to walk home. We both know you can't call your parents and explain that you're stuck at your boyfriend's house- which they don't know I am- and need a ride home. So please explain your great idea to not be here."

"Alright."

Trish was momentarily overwhelmed by Dez's room. His bag was draped over the edge of a chair by his desk. Posters of every Zalien movie except for the sixth one were hung up along one wall. Notebooks crowded every space that was empty. A map of the world took up the wall in front of his desk. Pens and pencils were everywhere. It was like this was a writer's room instead of a future director's.

"Sorry, keep meaning to clean my room, but not a lot of time." Dez says, smiling slightly.

"It's alright." Trish answers, smiling back at him.

The storm continues. Lightening and thunder stay very close together. Luckily, though, no hurricane comes to Miami. The lights don't come on.

It takes a while, but Trish finally goes to sleep, clinging to Dez, as if trying to keep him from ever leaving her.

At the beginning of the day, Dez didn't expect any of this. He expected that he and Trish would be having a date with the chance of some small storms in the Miami area of the state. Not that he minded. Dez liked the fact that she was comfortable around him; no girl was ever that comfortable with him.

It wasn't long before Dez began to fall asleep himself.

Dez woke up the next morning when he heard his phone go off. It was a text from Austin asking why he had disappeared so quickly the day before and wouldn't say anything about where he was going.

He was tempted to tell the truth. That he and Trish were dating. That she was still at his house, her head on his shoulder.

But he couldn't. Not that Dez really cared whether people knew or not; it was because Trish didn't want everyone in the world knowing.

So, instead, Dez answered that he felt that something bad was going to happen. It would be considered a crazy answer if it had been anyone other than Austin asking the question.

"Dez." Trish mumbles sleepily.

"Yeah, Trish?" he answers.

"We should tell Austin and Ally everything. They deserve to know."

"I agree."