Author's note: This chapter is dedicated to my dear friend and fellow Trezure, AJ (SassyRaptor)! I hope your eyes have healed enough so you can enjoy some Trez! Love you girl!
Dennis and Donna Wade were sound asleep in their bed, when they suddenly heard movement coming from downstairs.
Dennis shot out bolt up in bed.
"What is it, sweetheart?" Donna asked her husband sleepily, yawning as she spoke.
"I think I heard someone downstairs." he whispered.
"It's probably one of the kids. Dez was out on a date and Didi was at her friends house. They probably just got home." Donna explained.
"It's almost two in the morning!" he exclaimed.
"Dennis, calm down. They're teenagers. It's a Friday night. Let them live a little." she replied.
Dennis shook his head.
"I'm going down there to either catch a burglar or give one of our children a stern talking to." he said, getting out of bed, and grabbing the baseball bat he kept beside the bed for occasions such as this.
Rolling her eyes at her husbands antics, Donna hopped out of bed and followed him out of their room and down the stairs.
They both tip toed quietly down the steps, not wanting to wake their possibly sleeping children or alert the possible burglar.
They were about half way down the staircase when they heard a crash, coming from the kitchen.
Donna grabbed hold of Dennis' in fear as he raised his bat higher, ready to strike.
They approached the kitchen, fear and adrenaline rising in each one of them.
The lights were on and they could hear faint noises coming from inside.
Looking at each other once more and taking a deep breath, they entered the doorway to the kitchen.
There were no burglars.
There were however, 2 teenagers fiercely making out against their countertop.
Trish was seated on top of the counter, her legs wrapped around Dez's waist, her hands in his hair.
Dez was leaning down, due to his height, his head bent, his lips wrestling with hers.
"Ahem." Dennis said.
That did nothing. The couple only pulled each other closer.
"AHEM." Dennis said louder.
The couple just continued kissing.
"DEZ!" Dennis yelled loudly, finally breaking the couple apart, but probably waking their other child.
Dez and Trish looked over to see Dez's parents standing in the doorway.
Dennis looked furious and Donna looked as if she just wanted to go back to bed.
Blush rose quickly onto both Dez and Trish's cheeks, as Dez raised a hand to help his girlfriend hop down from his kitchen counter.
"Would you two care to explain why you were canoodling in my kitchen at almost 2 in the morning?" Dennis asked the pair, crossing his arms as he spoke.
"Ok dad... Just listen... I can explain." Dez said nervously, taking a step closer to his parents.
"I'm listening." Dennis said to his son.
Donna smirked at her son's appearance; his hair was all over the place and his lips were red and swollen. His cheeks were flushed and the expression on his face was a mix of embarrassment and determination.
"Well, we got back like an hour ago, but we weren't tired so we decided that we would make cookies, ya know as one does after midnight." Dez said.
Dennis nodded his head understandingly.
"So we made the cookies and put them in the oven but then we had nothing to do; so I sprinkled some sugar that was on the counter on Trish's head and joked about how sweet she was then she threw flour at me, then that turned into a cookie ingredient fight, then somehow we ended up making out, because that tends to happen." Dez said, finishing his explanation.
Donna looked over to see one of her plastic bowls on the floor, which must have fallen off the counter and made the crashing sound they heard from the steps.
"I see." Dennis said, squinting his eyes at the two nervous teens.
"I just have one question; and depending on what the answer is, I'll drop this whole thing and we can forget it ever happened." Dennis said.
Dez and Trish looked up at him even more nervously.
"Are there any cookies left?" Dennis asked.
Dez and Trish both nodded quickly, pointing to a Tupperware container sitting on the island across from the counter.
"Ok, that'll be all. Carry on. Night kids!" Dennis said, picking up the cookies and heading back upstairs.
Donna shot the kids a quick wave before heading back upstairs.
"You know," Dennis said as Donna crawled back into bed next to him. "I'm really gonna miss giving those kids a hard time when we catch them making out after they graduate and go off to college."
"Me too, honey. Me too." Donna said, snuggling into her husbands chest and drifting off to sleep.
It was just before midnight on a Saturday night, Rico and Alena De La Rosa were on their way home after having a lovely, long overdue date night.
JJ was spending the night at a friends house, which left Trish all alone in the De La Rosa home while her parents were out on their date.
You may wonder why this was a problem. Trish is 18 years old, a senior in high school, she is capable of taking care of herself.
Yes, all of that is true, but there is one more piece required to solve this equation:
Trish De La Rosa was grounded.
Which is why she was spending one of her last Saturday nights as a high schooler home alone, doing nothing.
Or so her parents thought; well, more like wanted to think.
The reason Trish was grounded was because she had snuck her boyfriend, Dez, into her room and had him spend the night.
Don't get them wrong, Rico and Alena love Dez and are so glad Trish is dating him.
But when Alena went in to wake Trish up for school and found the couple wrapped in the blankets to hide their naked bodies, she got angry.
So, that is why she was hesitant to leave Trish home alone tonight, worrying she was going to pull another stunt like that while they were gone.
Rico convinced her to go, saying how they are both old enough to make their own decisions and they don't need their parents to rule their relationship for them.
Alena understood what he said and she wasn't surprised to find out that the couple was "intimate", they had been dating for a long time and were serious about their feelings for one another; but as long as she was living under her roof, Trish was not to sneak any boys into her room.
They are one street over from their own, when Alena spotted a car that looked a lot like Dez's.
"Sweetie, did that car look familiar to you?" Alena asked her husband.
Rico looked at the car in question through the rear view mirror. He saw it and knew that his wife suspected it was Dez's car.
"Alena, relax." Rico said. "A lot of people have blue SUVs."
"I know, I know; I'm just being paranoid." Alena said.
"Don't be. Our little Trish is a good girl. She wouldn't disobey us when she is grounded already."
"Rico, have you forgotten WHY she is grounded in the first place?"
"Well, I would rather forget about that whole incident, but you keep bringing it up so it's always in my head." Rico said as they pulled into the garage.
They entered the kitchen through the door in garage.
Alena placed her purse on the counter.
She checked her phone, looking at texts and emails, when she suddenly felt her husband wrap his arms around her waist from behind.
"Tonight was really nice. We should do it more often." he whispered in her ear.
A smile grew on her face; she turned around in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He leaned in and kissed her lips sweetly.
Suddenly, they heard a noise, that sounded a lot like a faint moan, coming from the other room.
Alena broke away from her husband, on high alert.
She quietly crept across the kitchen; once she got to the doorway, she stood with her back against the wall and her arms outstreatched, ready to pounce into the next room.
Rico just stared at her; watching her make such a fuss out of something that wasn't such a big deal was kind of entertaining.
He walked over to stand next to her, waiting for her to make her next move.
She looked up at him, counted to 3 with her fingers, then jumped into the next room, flicking the lights on.
As suspected, they found their daughter and her boyfriend, making out on the couch. Trish was on top of Dez; her hands on either side of his head, his hands gripping he waist tightly.
"PATRICIA MARIA DE LA ROSA!" Alena screamed, frightening the couple, yet breaking them apart successfully.
"Hey mom... Hey dad..." Trish said quietly, waving at them weakly, moving so she wasn't straddling her boyfriend's waist.
"You are GROUNDED, young lady. I thought we made it very clear that being grounded means no friends over." Alena said sternly.
Trish put her head down at her mothers words.
"Look Mrs. De La Rosa, don't blame Trish. It's my fault. I knew she was grounded and would be all alone tonight, so I came over here to keep her company, as a good boyfriend should. And just for the record, she tried to get me to leave. She knew I wasn't supposed to be here. Yet I stayed. It's my fault. Blame me." Dez said.
Alena looked at him.
She hated how much she adored her daughter's boyfriend.
He just cared for her so much and always put her before himself.
It was hard to be mad at him after hearing him give a speech like that.
"That is very sweet, Dez." Alena said. "But it's still Trish's responsibility."
After that, Alena and Trish started having a heated conversation in Spanish, which Dez took as his que to get up and stand next to Rico.
"Don't worry about Alena, she's being irrational. It's her way of making the most of the small amount of time she has left with Trish in the house." Rico told him.
Dez nodded and watched as the two women spoke furiously in Spanish, simotaniously.
"Just sneak up the back staircase and into Trish's room; I won't tell anyone." Rico whispered to Dez. "Just leave before 9, Alena likes to sleep in on Sunday's."
"Thanks Mr. De La Rosa." Dez said, smiling at him, then disappearing into the kitchen to go up the second staircase in the house, to his daughters room where he would wait for her to finish her argument with her mother.
Rico absolutely hated how he always helped that boy to sneak around and fool around with his little girl in his own house.
If only he didn't like him so much.
Didi looked over at the clock on her nightstand, it was 12:20am, she was meeting her friends at 12:45am.
She hopped out of bed, already wearing her outfit, and began to do her makeup.
Yes, she was sneaking out.
Her parents had always been harder on her then they had been on Dez.
"He's older" they always said. Didi would always roll her eyes in response, reminding her parents that he was only 14 months older.
Dez had always been one step ahead of Didi, even though they were so close in age. He lost his first tooth before she did. He learned to ride a bike first. He learned to drive first. And she knew her parents would never in a million years let her spend her summer on tour with her friends or let her move all the way across the country for a significant other.
Now, Dez is a senior and Didi is a junior. Didi knows for a fact Dez has been sneaking out of the house since he was a freshman. He and Austin tried to sneak out for the first time in 8th grade, but they got caught; in Heinz sight, Dez probably shouldn't have rung the Moon's doorbell to alert Austin of his arrival.
This was Didi's first time ever sneaking out of the house. Yeah, she had had friends over when her parents were out of town, but that was it.
She felt as if she should have at least one night of rebellion in her teenage life.
After she had finished her makeup and checking to make sure her window was unlocked, she quietly opened her bedroom door and made her way down the stairs, skipping the third step from the top, aware of the loud creaking noise it made when stepped on.
Once she was at the bottom of the steps, she turned her head to make sure her parents hadn't woken up; when she saw that the coast was clear, she quietly opened the front door and walked out it.
She carefully shut the door behind her, making sure it was silent.
She then turned around to see that she wasn't the only one on her front porch.
There, leaning against the railing, was her brother and his girlfriend, making out intensely.
Trish was caged in between the railing of the porch and Dez's body. She had the collar of his shirt fisted in her hands, pulling her closer to him. Dez had one hand on her hip and the other tangled in her curly hair.
Didi rolled her eyes, until she realized that her parents knew Dez had been out with Trish tonight, which meant they were probably still waiting for him to come in; which means they might catch her.
Didi then thought that her opening and closing the door might have caused her parents to think Dez was home, and grow curious when he didn't come in to say goodnight to them like he always did.
So there was now a very good chance that her parents would be coming down any minute.
And if they saw that Dez was home but was outside yet they still heard the door, they would go check her room only to find her missing.
So Didi had to break them up.
"Guys." Didi said quietly.
No response from the couple.
"Guys..." Didi said again, slightly louder.
They just continued to kiss.
Rolling her eyes again, Didi reached out and shoved Dez's arm, successfully breaking them apart.
Trish was confused as to why Dez broke away, and Dez had an annoyed look on his face.
"What the hell, Didi!" Dez said, turning to his sister. "Wait, why are you out here? Where are you going?"
"I'm just going out with some friends, ok. Nothing you have never done!" she replied.
"Whatever, just why did you need to bother us?" he asked her.
"I need you to make sure mom and dad don't know I'm gone." she told him.
"But-" Dez tried to retort.
"No buts! Do you know how many times I've covered your ass when you and Austin would sneak out to do who knows what or when you sneak over to Trish's house." Didi said.
Dez stood quietly.
"But you're my baby sister." he told her quietly. "You're not supposed to sneak out of the house, you're supposed to stay in your room and try to sleep, then sneak into my room when you get scared."
"Dez, I haven't done that since I was like 8." Didi said.
"Still." Dez said, a sad tone in his voice.
Trish reached up and gripped her boyfriend's very toned upper arm comfortingly.
"Go ahead, Didi." Trish told the younger girl. "We'll cover for you."
"Thanks Trish, you're the best!" Didi said happily, before quickly walking in the direction of her friends house.
"Be safe!" Dez called after her. "Don't stay out too late!"
Trish looked up at him with a sympathetic smile on her face.
"She's a grown girl, Dez. She can take care of herself. She doesn't always need you there to protect her anymore." Trish said, wrapped her arms around his torso and resting her head on his chest.
"Yeah, I know." Dez said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer. "But I don't like it very much."
JJ De La Rosa sat in his room by himself, masterminding his brilliant plan.
His parents were out of town. They went on a long weekend trip to Key West for their anniversary; leaving himself and his older sister alone at the house.
They trusted that their children we're old enough to take care of themselves for one weekend; but they still gave them a long lecture about what to do in a fire, hurricane, zombie attack, ya know just the basic things that could alway happen.
Trish and JJ weren't stupid; they weren't going to burn the house down or throw a huge party, but they were going to use their parents absence to their advantage.
Well, more Trish more than JJ.
But Trish taking advantage of their parents being gone was working in JJ's advantage for his plan.
It was almost 11pm on a Friday night. JJ had gone into his early in the evening, telling his sister he had a lot of homework and he was really tired so he was gonna go to bed early.
His sister believed him, bidding him goodnight from her spot on the couch watching tv as he went upstairs.
JJ didn't have any homework and he was not tired. He sat in his room and waited, listening for what he knew was coming.
And then he heard it.
He heard the front door open and close and a familiar voice appear.
Just what he had planned.
Dez.
He told his sister he'd be in his room all night, so she invited her boyfriend over (which their mother had specifically told her not to do).
Now it's time for the action part of the plan.
When it came to getting him out of trouble, Trish was very little help and always ratted him out. And as an 8th grade boy, he would like to have something to be able to hold over his sister's head (meteorically of course, he could pretty much hold anything over her head given how much taller he was) to get her to help him out.
Yes, JJ wanted something to blackmail Trish with.
He pressed his ear to the door, he didn't hear any voices. It was time to take action.
JJ opened the door silently, creeping over to the banister to peer down at what was happening between the couple.
And what he saw did not disappoint, well it did disappoint him and gross him out a lot; not that he was disappointed in Trish, he was disappointed in Dez. He liked Dez and had told him mutable times that he could do way better than his sister.
What he saw was Dez and Trish on the couch, locked in a heated make out session: perfect blackmailing material.
He pulled his phone out and began filming, zooming in on the couple.
Trish had begun to unbutton Dez's shirt and push it off his shoulders, Dez had moved his hands to cup her boob, gripping her ass with the other.
Dez pulled his lips away from hers and began to kiss down her neck, Trish moaning loudly as he did so.
And that was all JJ needed.
He stood up and quickly descended the stairs to stand right by the couch where the couple was.
"WELL, WELL, WELL." JJ said loudly, smirking and startling the couple and breaking them apart. "WHAT, do we have here."
"I-I thought you had homework." Trish stammered.
"Well, I did, earlier. I got it all done." JJ said.
"You little shit." Trish said, standing up and advancing toward her brother "I'm gonna-"
"Not so fast!" JJ said, holding up his phone. "I think you might wanna watch this first."
He showed her the video.
"Ew! Gross, you pervert! Why were you filming us?" Trish screamed.
"Because I feel as though our dear mother would be interested to see what goes on in her house when she's not here." JJ said, smirking.
"You wouldn't..." Trish said quietly.
"Oh, I think we both know I would." JJ replied.
"Uggggghhhh." Trish groaned. "Fine. What do you want. You obviously took that to blackmail me so spill it, what are your demands."
"Well, for starters you could order me a pizza. And we'll just see where it goes from there." JJ said, going back up the stairs.
Trish groaned again, plopping back down on the couch next to her boyfriend, who had put his shirt back on but left it unbuttoned.
"How in the world" Dez asked. "Did parents as sweet as yours, manage to raise such devious children?"
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