"No Such Thing"
It was halloween, nobody was technically awake still, but Dez and Trish were roaming the streets in search for a haunted mansion. Yes, a haunted mansion. As crazy as it sounded, it really wasn't that crazy. Dez was looking forward to it for ages, but Ally was too afraid and Austin had a party to perform at that night. So guess who relunctantly volunteered? Trish de la Rosa. And deep down, it wasn't that bad. Aside from the fact that almost every time he got candy, he would happily pull the girl aside and keep asking if she wanted to trade his boring butterscotch for her bubblegum. It was starting to get annoying. "Where is this stupid mansion anyway?!" Trish said with sass, looking at her ginger friend. He smiled bright and gave her a quick wink, which Trish growled at. Dez regained his composure and nervously nodded his head down the street, where the old house sat. Trish's eyes were as big as saucers. There were a lot of things that unsettled Trish. Spiders. Dez. Trent. And blue ice cream. It was just unnatural! But the one thing that outdid them all was... Mold. And this house was moldy. She remembered a time, back in preschool, when she accidentally bit into a sandwich which contained mold all around it. Ever since, she couldn't stand it. She just couldn't. But what could she have expected? Dez did say that they would be going to an old house. And last time, well, anyone checked, old houses owned a large amount of molding. "Go on, y-you doofus." She pushed him toward the house, her eyes falling on the front door. Her teeth chatters uncomfortably as she tried to seem calm. "You okay, Trish?" Her friend's voice was nothing less than sincere, because he looked genuinely concerned about her. But, even though her good sense told her to explain her situation, she couldn't have Dez thinking she was some weird clean freak. Even though it wasn't unusual for people to not like mold. It was unusual to be so scared of it you can't even think about it. "I'm fine. If you need me, I'll be out here."
The idea to stand out all alone was starting to get to Trish. It wasn't that the girl was afraid Slenderman was watching or anything, but she just didn't feel right letting the clumsiest, stupidest and most gullible boy on earth to walk around a booby trapped house. Basically, the guilt was starting to nip at her heart. Trish continuously glanced from the door of the house and to the kids beginning to call it a night, making her more anxious, "Dez!" She yelled, opening the door slightly to make sure he could hear her. But there was no response. Her heart sped up faster, as she reluctantly stepped inside the house. The old, tattered furniture was lit up by the moonlight from the window. Well, what was left of the so called windows. "Dez!" She yelled again, hoping her friend would answer. She was beginning to get even more worried about the friend she didn't even consider a friend. A loud crack of thunder rang outside, before the sound of millions of water droplets hit the ground outside. "Are you kidding me? Dez! We need to go the weather is horrible!" She continued on her way upstairs, still trying to find a light somewhere. That's when a pained squeal came from upstairs. As fast as lightning, Trish rushed up the stairs, refusing to stop for anything. "Answer me, Dez. Words, sounds, anything!" She continued to shout, coming to an old hallway, paintings with ladies and gentlemen, dating back to the 18, maybe 1700's. As Trish ran toward a closed door, the only closed door, she ran straight into a dresser, which dug's it's wooden side into her hip. She fell instantly, pain erupting throughout her body (Don't act like those don't hurt!). "Ouch! That wasn't there-" Her eyes grew bigger, realizing something. Almost a dozen objects were floating in mid air above her head. Her fingers dug into the red rug she was on, her eyes shutting tightly. This is it. This was how Trish was to die. Death by weird floating objects in a haunted house on Halloween when she could've been at home, enjoying anything but this. Then, in that instant, the rug she sat so comfortably on was being dragged backwards. "Ahh!" The girl yelled, her face paling in fear. But her eyes were glued shut, staying tight no matter where she was getting dragged away to. After a while, the dragging stopped, followed by a door slamming closed. "You okay?" She knew that voice anywhere. She opened her eyes, to see Dez standing up against the door, looking at the girl with a sympathetic look. "Oh, Dez!" She yelled, gripping the boy in her arms. "Never, never leave me alone out there again." His chest rumbled, indicating the boy was laughing. "Trish, you told me to leave-" "I SAID NEVER."
A/N: Sooooooooo, guess what? This was supposed to be posted on Halloween. But who's a procrastinator? This girl! I hope you liked it. Could be taken as romantic. Could not. All on you.