Dez kicked his socked feet up on the coffee table and leaned back into the cushions of the couch in his new basement bedroom. His parents had converted the basement to usable space a few months ago. And after some begging to his mom and some bargaining with his sister, he was able to move all of his things downstairs. To celebrate his new space, he made a huge bowl of buttery popcorn and planned on watching as many Zalien movies as he could manage before falling asleep.

"Zalien time," Dez sang as he held the remote up to the television.

He selected the third movie in the franchise and then reached for the bowl of popcorn on the table. A few kernels spilled into his lap. He let out a content sigh as the movie began to play from the speakers that he had set up for a theater experience. Not more than five minutes passed before there was a ding from his phone.

I know wut u've done

Dez gulped after he read the message. He searched the basement for any signs of beautiful curly hair or stylish shoes. But all he saw was the bright comforter set on his king-sized bed and shelves covered with his video equipment and art supplies.

"Back to the movie," he said cheerfully as he relaxed on the couch.

He ate a few handfuls of popcorn and focused on the movie. But then, his phone rang, causing him to jump slightly. His heart stopped until he realized that the person calling was Austin.

Dez answered the call. "Hey, buddy!"

"Sup, Dez. I, uh, thought you should know that Trish was at Ally's earlier…"

Dez grinned as he held the phone close to his cheek. "Did she ask about me?"

"Uh huh..."

"Yes!" Dez pumped his fist and lifted his knee.

Austin chuckled over the phone. "Dude, she was peeved. Aren't you scared?"

"Terrified."

"Then I think you might want to reconsider your crush."

Dez sighed dreamily. "Not a chance."

"Well, I just wanted to warn you. I don't know what you've done, but I hope she lets you live. There's a new pancake place I want to try with you."

There was another ding from Dez's phone. He said in a rush, "Gotta go, Austin. Love you! Bye!"

He ended the call and checked the message.

U have it

Dez bit his lip and looked down at the comfy sweatshirt he was wearing. It was pink and black with a leopard print. He had successfully swiped it from Trish's locker after gym over a week ago. And he had thought he had gotten away with it. Obviously, he had not. But he wasn't ready to admit that to her yet. He quickly typed a reply.

Huh?

Don't b stupid

He could imagine her saying those words through gritted teeth. Dez glanced around the room again. He had known he was taking a risk by taking the sweatshirt and then lying about it. But it was Trish's fault. They had been hanging out at Sonic Boom when Dez showed her the sweatshirt online. It was a part of a flash sale and there was only one left. He knew it would be a little baggy on him, but his arms were long and needed the space. Trish had been upset that he ordered it before she could because she also liked the design. Dez always thought Trish had the best taste in fashion out of everyone in their group, except for him of course.

"We can share it," he had told her once he ordered the sweatshirt. He never minded sharing with a friend and he didn't care about paying for it himself. Trish had stomped her foot and pouted, but agreed nonetheless. Or at least he had thought she had agreed. But instead, once the sweatshirt arrived, she had let him wear it once before never giving it back. And that was unfair. And presented him the opportunity to do one of his favorite things: annoy her.

His phone made another sound and he glanced down at the message.

Dez!

He loosely crossed his arms. Sure, he had taken it now. But Trish had taken it first. And honestly, after he wore it two or three times, he would have gladly given it back. He had mostly wanted to wear it to Austin's gig last weekend because the venue had a lot of black and pink decor. That didn't happen, though. And now, because she had taken so long to share it, the sweatshirt now held Trish's scent.

Dez sniffed the sweatshirt. He would never say it out loud for fear of being threatened and beaten up, but Trish de la Rosa had the most intoxicating smell ever. She smelled like warm vanilla and fresh lavender. The sweatshirt felt like a constant hug from her and there was no way he was giving that up. At least until he could persuade her to constantly hug him.

"Maybe one day," he murmured as he picked up his phone in anticipation of another text message. Immediately, it sounded off again. This time with an interesting combination of threatening emojis.

Ur dead

There was an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, but when he snuggled into the couch with the warm, good-smelling sweatshirt it went away. He shifted his gaze to the top of the stairs and watched the door. He was no longer afraid. In fact, he hoped she would come over and try and take it. Being attacked by a pretty girl in his basement didn't sound like the worst way to celebrate his new room.

End note: This oneshot was based off the prompt sweatshirt from the September OTP Prompt Challenge posted by . Thank you for sharing prompts, person from the internet.