so this is Dez's awesome crazy part. :D

Ally's Front Door – 6:00 pm

"It's all gonna be all right man. You got this." Dez was encouraging his best friend as he rang the intricately carved doorbell. It was in the shape of a poofy owl with huge eyes that followed you wherever you turned. "Creepy," he muttered.

"Thanks Dez," Austin replied, choosing not to ask why Dez was calling him creepy.

"Ugh! Why is everyone coming here now?!" a muffled familiar voice yelled. A short, tan diva opened the door. Her eyes bulged out of her head right before she slammed the door in the shocked faces of a blond and a redhead.

"Trish!" someone whispered.

"I couldn't help it! It's just – "

"No time for explanations! Just open the darn door!"

"But –"

"But what?"

"If you would let me finish – "

"Triiish!"

"Fine, fine!"

The door slowly creaked open. Austin and Dez looked upon a grumpy Trish. "Is now a –"

"Bad time? No duh, doofus," she deadpanned. Trish turned away from Austin's snickering and Dez's pouting face as she walked to the kitchen. She didn't wait for them to follow.

When Austin and Dez entered the kitchen, Ally, Trish, and Elliot – ELLIOT?!

Austin pulled back Dez behind the corner of the wall. "Elliot's here!" Austin hissed. Dez made an exasperated face and pushed him back into the kitchen where they were all making cookies. And Mark was – "MARK?!" Austin and Dez exclaimed.

The boy cringed. "Yup, that would be me."

The two incredulous boys stared accusingly at Ally and Trish. Ally tried to ignore them while Trish explained, "Well, he came with Elliot…"

"So you decided to bake him cookies?!" Austin almost yelled.

"Uh – well – " Trish stuttered. She sighed. "Ask Ally," she mumbled, continuing her cookie cutting.

"Ally?"

"Mmm?"

"What the heck is – "

"Austin," Ally sighed. "In due time. Once we're done this batch, we can all sit down and talk. Finish some unfinished business, you could say," Ally said sharply, ripping the dough she was kneading in half. Elliot gave her a shocked stare and from Mark, a nervous gulp.

Ally's Stairwell

"But what could he be doing here?!" Austin vehemently whispered.

"I don't know dude!" Dez replied exasperatedly for the third time. His stomach rumbled for the thirtieth time. "But I'm so hungryyyy!" The starved redhead looked down at his tummy and rubbed it. "Don't worry, Ally and Trish and Elliot are gonna feed us," he murmured. His stomach growled in response.

Austin gave him a look, shook his head, and continued, "You think she still likes him?"

"Him? Nah, couldn't be…although, anything in your case seems pretty possible so…"

Ally's Porch

"Okay," Ally sighed. She set the last plates of chocolate chip cookies down while Trish filled six cups with cold milk. "That should be it. Now time for the explaining part. I hope I don't ruin anything between Mark and Elliot…or me and Elliot," Ally mumbled.

Trish looked up at her despairing friend, noticing the uncharacteristic incorrect grammar. "Ally, what happens happens. Nothing much more than that. And if Elliot and Mark's friendship falls apart, you can't blame yourself. Plus, if it does, it means their friendship wasn't sound enough anyways."

"They've been friends since two weeks ago," the dark brunette deadpanned.

Trish's pitch black curls bounced as she shrugged. "Their problem, not mine."

"Wow. Thanks, Trish."

Ally's Kitchen

After Ally and Trish left the room to set up, Austin and Dez came upon Mark like bees on honey.

"So why're you here, Mark?"

"Did you think you could get Ally back now?"

"What did you think would happen? That she'd miss you?"

"Or was it really the cookies, Mark?" Dez interrogated. Austin, and even Mark stared at Dez in incredulity while Dez gave him the evil eye.

An empty laugh pervaded the awkward silence. "Yeah, definitely the cookies Dez." Everyone turned to look at the forgotten green eyed boy sitting at the kitchen island staring off into space. He looked back at them with an amused expression.

"I knew it!" Dez exclaimed, pumping a fist.

"Yeah…so I'm just gonna – " Mark made to leave the scene to be anywhere but there, but Austin grabbed him by his green collar. Mark winced.

"Nice try," Austin smiled devilishly.

Elliot stared blankly until he realized that Mark was staring right back at him, panic evident in his eyes. He was looking for Elliot to intervene.

Elliot wasn't a bad friend. In fact, he was one of the most loyal, caring, and kind friends to be around. But he was confused. Why had Mark hidden knowing Ally? Come to think of it, did they –

"GUYS! COME OUT TO THE PORCH!" Everyone stood stock still, as if they all were in a picture. A beat passed. "FINE! ME AND ALLY WILL EAT ALL THE COOKIES! MORE FOR US!" the Latina added. Dez, panicked, dashed out of the kitchen. Austin sighed, and not without casting a hateful glare at Mark, followed Dez.

"Guess we should go," Elliot sighed, standing up.

"Nah, I'ma go. This drama's way too intense for me," Mark said, walking towards the front of the house.

"No, I don't think you should," Elliot replied tersely, grabbing Mark's arm. He turned around, surprised, and pointedly looked at Elliot's strong white knuckles on his biceps. "Sorry," Elliot mumbled.

"And why can't I go?" Mark challenged.

"Because I am curious too, as to what you're trying to hide from me about you and Ally," Elliot said smoothly, playing the guilt card.

"You trying to guilt me Elliot?" Mark questioned, calling him out. "Well, what about defending your friend, Elliot, when I was being interrogated by two dudes who looked like they were gonna beat me up any second?!"

The brunette pulled at his collar. "Well I – "

"WHAT THE HECK IS TAKING SO LONG?!" Trish screeched from the porch. Mark walked past him, purposely and harshly bumping his "friend" as he passed by. Elliot took the blow, exhaled, and calmly followed suit.

Wait, I'm following Mark? How does he know his way around this place?

"FINALLY! Okay, Elliot. You get that chair." Trish gestured from her seat next to Ally the seat beside Mark. Mark was sitting next to Ally while Austin sat next to Trish and Dez next to where Elliot was about to sit. Everyone had their own milk and plates, with cookie platters scattered around – all chocolate chip. Dez was already eating who-knew-how-many, with five other cookies on his plate besides.

Elliot looked around the familiar porch he had grown to love over the last two weeks. It was connected to the back door, but once inside, it was spacious. The porch was blue and had some columns supporting the roof of it that connected to the wooden railing. The supports and the railing came to a stop as a gap opened between the two sides, creating an entryway to the backyard, from which the hammock and surrounding garden was easy to see. The rectangular white table with the matching chairs the six were munching at was scooted to the left. On the right were an old-fashioned rocking chair and a slightly swinging loveseat, which were white too.

Elliot swept his head back to seize a few cookies onto his plate when his eyes automatically locked on Ally. As the sun was slowly setting in the background, the orange light complimented her dark brown hair. She was daintily nibbling a cookie, staring into space as Trish whispered in her tiny ear. As the Latina pulled away, Ally's eyes flew up to give her a sarcastic eye-roll, but her faint smile betrayed that she was laughing inside. As if sensing a pair of eyes on her, she turned to stealthily glance at Elliot, knowing that most people would flit away in embarrassment, but he held his lock on her, and soon they were in a staring match, sending secret messages just through the passage of her eyes connected to his. This only lasted for a moment, a fleeting moment as Ally, blushing, looked down and tried to reduce the rosiness in her cheeks by gulping down some cold milk. But alas, this is Ally we're talking about here, so she accidentally tipped over her remaining milk onto her plate, and also splashing it onto herself, she cried a little yelp.

Austin, who was glaring daggers at Mark, was plucked out of his daydream of violently taking Mark by the collar and shoving all the milk down his pants as Ally yelped. His head whipped to Ally, who was already being aided by Trish, Elliot, and…Mark? In fact, Mark was helping Ally the most as Elliot stood there like whatever he was going to do, Mark had already beaten him to it. His hand was just barely touching Ally's wrist as he wiped away stray drops on her arms. As he let go of her tiny wrist, it smoothly and swiftly ran against the underside of her palm, shooting sparks of nerves up her arm, making her tense up. He handed her napkins with a smile so that she could wipe off her own shorts and legs. She took them hesitantly and with an avoidance of eye contact. "Thanks," she mumbled. Elliot and Austin watched them curiously, and jealously. Was there something between them…?

"Clutz," Dez sloppily remarked, repulsively showing everyone the masticated food in his mouth.

"No one asked you," Trish snapped back. She was cleaning off Ally's sticky seat with a napkin.

She got up. "You should change," Trish faced Ally. Her tone had changed from one of fire, to one of exhaustion. "You can change on your own, right? I need to keep these guys in check," she said lowly, pointing to the table.

"Hey! Not quiet enough! I can still hear you!" Dez yelled.

"Wasn't meant to be, eavesdropper!" Trish retorted. Dez shrank back, reminded of the movie night with the girls.

"We don't have to be babysitted, you know," Austin mumbled.

"Babysat," Elliot corrected.

"Do you think I really care?" the blond snapped back. Elliot put his hands up in sincerity.

"You see?" Trish sighed. "Now go change," Trish ordered. "And hurry," she added with a desperate air about her.

"Okay, okay," Ally smiled. But she understood. Trish being with the boys for too long always drove her insane. But this really wasn't what Trish had meant.

Once Ally had left the room, Trish banged both of her hands on the table so everyone looked up at her from their seats (they had all sat down). "Okay, boys. Get all your pent up anger out now so when Ally comes, everyone can be on good behavior." They all stared up at her blankly. "Oh, like most of you don't hate each other!" Trish exclaimed. They all fidgeted in their seats like students in their seats on those days when the teacher picked one to answer at random. After a beat passed, she said, "Fine then. If no one will say anything, then I better hear fake laughter coming out of all of your cowardly little mouths when Ally comes back. Not one venomous snap, unless it's coming from me, or you'll have me to answer to." Trish's voice had gone terribly quiet. When she'd heard no response, she added with acid, "You got it?!"

"Yep!"

"Mm-hmm!"

"Yes!"

"Totally clear!"

"Good," she said, taking a seat. "And I wasn't talking to you, dumbbutt." Here she nodded to Dez.

"Oh."

A beat passed. "Hey guys?" Elliot's voice peeped up. Everyone turned towards him. "So what I don't get here, is that there's so much hostility."

"Nobody cares about what you don't get," Austin interrupted.

Elliot went on, ignoring him. "And how you know Ally." Here he turned to Mark beside him.

"We don't really need to go into that – "

"What, you never told him?" Austin scoffed. "Elliot clearly likes Ally. You know, like-likes, as the elementary schoolers would put it. Shouldn't you tell him about your deep dark past with Ally?"

Elliot and Trish gave Austin an awe-struck expression. Why was he in such a bad mood? The blond gulped down a quarter of his glass, avoiding their stares.

"Yeah, why not?" Dez added in, suddenly perking up with interest.

"Well, it was kinda personal," Mark said through gritted teeth. He was usually a laid back kind of guy, but now they were just so irritating.

"Then I heard right then," Elliot sighed. "You two went out? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"No, Elliot," Austin interjected. "Like a dog and its master," he said, but only half-dripping with sarcasm.

Sensing it, Elliot said, "You mean – "

"That he was a complete control freak and left her emotionally scarred for life? Yeah, exactly what I mean."

"I don't need this!" Mark yelled, standing up, and consequently flying his plastic chair back.

"Oh, where's Ally…" Trish muttered, nervously nibbling a chocolate chip.

"You know what Austin? I know some of your personal issues too! One that you wouldn't want to share around the table either!" Not waiting for a reply, he spat out, "You like Ally too! You know, as in like-like!" he mocked.

Austin blanched. "What makes you think that?" he retorted, quite weakly.

"Everyone knows, Austin!" Mark said quietly, mockingly. He grabbed his chair and sat down again. "Everyone except the one that matters." Here Mark followed with a tsk, tsk. "Or maybe she does, and she's just been too friendzoned by you to actually consider you of more than a brother now," Mark attacked without mercy.

Austin stared down at his sweet array of chocolate chip cookies, feeling sick, his past daydreams of beating up Mark surprisingly sizzling down.

Dez, on the other hand, got up and punched Mark right in the kisser.

Trish, who was staring at Mark in incredulity, and for once having been speechless, didn't see Dez coming and gasped in horror as the other boy face-slammed into the ground.

Elliot got up and attended to his friend right away. Admonishing himself for not restraining Mark as he should have, he got the injured boy back on his seat and gently pushed Dez safely away back to his own seat too.

Dez numbly went back to his own seat. Without Elliot shepherding him back, he probably would have just stood there the rest of the day. He looked up at Austin and saw him staring back at him with a ghost of a smile on his shocked face. Seeing that, Dez shook himself out of his reverie, secretly grinning back.

Everyone sat in silence.

"Sorry I took so long. I thought I should wash myself a little in case I got sticky. So what are you guys talking about?" Ally entered with an old pair of plain blue jean shorts, taking her seat and a cookie.

A beat passed.

"Oh, nothin'," Dez replied casually.

haha i love how its Dez who replies, out of all people. but at the same time, it makes a lot of sense. why am i commenting on my own story? review please, you wonderful readers, you! PLLEEEEAAASSSEEEE

if you guys wanna see a specific moment happen, and it doesnt interfere with the plot, then go! review! andelay, andelay! yeah thats probably not how you spell it, but im taking french, not spanish so whooooo! k ima go cause i have a dance recital! yeah! im PUMPED! im gonna own it with my fanciful grace and stuuff! yeah! haha noo but itll be fun :D

k. im go now. :D hope you enjoyed! thanks for reading!