Ello, and welcome to GOOD NEWS (just kidding...I'm not Russell Howard, and it's BOOK OF ONE-SHOTS)

So, what's been happening? Well, I took a long, long, break to find myself, and it was totally worth it! Again, I'm so sorry for not updating for so long, and I hope you guys can forgive me!

But I am back! And this is going to be my first TREZ one-shot, so I hope it's good!

This one's dedicated to Tresllylover101, who wanted a Trez one-shot about something that she didn't mention, so I thought I'd use an idea that I've had on my mind for a while.

Now this story is mainly told from Trish's perspective, but it's told in Third Person.

And I am EXTREMELY sorry because this story's all over the place and it is DEFINITELY not my best work. So I apologize for this, and tell me what I did wrong in the reviews, I could really use the constructive criticism.

By the way, Dez is pretty OOC except for the first scene, so during the other times, he's acting like Mr. Modern Romeo Without Poetry.

ENJOY!


"Keep your paws off me, Freckles!" Trish yelled at the annoying ginger that sat behind her in History class. She tapped her foot impatiently and crossed her arms, breathing out the steam that was building up in her system.

But Dez, the red-head, just kept on playing with those crazy black curls that stood in front of them. Grabbing his two mechanical pencils that sat on the corner of his desk, he started sticking them into her hair, seeing how deep they'd go without falling out.

Trish sat in her seat, infuriated at his actions that never seemed to end. She's about had it with him, but at the same time, she doesn't want it to end.

Believe it or not, Trish actually looks forward to the time when Dez wanders into her life once again. She says that she hates it, but in reality, it's what puts the sparkle back in her eyes each time she was down.

She would never admit it, but she shivers at the touch of his pale fingers whenever he plays with her hair. She craves his attention more than anything else in the world, which is pretty high ranking, considering she wears neon colors and leopard prints just to get looks from passing strangers.

"Hey," Dez asked quietly, which meant he leaned up in his seat to whisper into Trish's ear, obviously having no idea what effect this action had on her. "Can I braid your hair?" Trish shook her head no, but Dez took the pencils out of her hair and began braiding her hair.

Humming a small tune, he began thinking absentmindedly.

ABC 123 Trish's hair is really pretty. She is cute, I've got hair, time to go home to Bel-Air.

Hey, I wonder how spiders reproduce…

"Trish,"

"What?"

"…how do spiders reproduce? Do they reproduce like you and me do or…"

"WHAT?!"

This caught the attention of everybody in the class, including the teacher.

Mr. Stewart, being the somewhat comedian he is, just smirked and decided to make one of his students humiliated for the rest of the class. "Trish, I think the correct answer to his question is 'I do'. Seriously, Rosa, you've seen this millions of times on TV when you were supposed to be doing your homework." He also took the glory of the few chuckles, which were directed at Trish's blood-clustered face.

Trish ducked her head down in embarrassment, trying not to meet the eyes of Ally who knew that something was up and would ask her later. "Sorry, Mr. S," she apologized, but turned back to Dez.

"By the way, we do not reproduce. We don't even do it!" She felt a weird tingly sensation in her stomach, but decided to ignore it.

Dez looked dumbstruck, he never thought that he said that in anyway, but now that he was looking back at it, he saw the error he made.

"Sorry," he said, like he accidentally mixed up the word 'Adam's Apple' with the word 'apple bottom'. "Just tell me when you're ready."

"NOT HELPING!"


Right now, everyone was hanging out. Well, really, nobody was. Austin and Ally were writing a song upstairs in the practice room whilst Trish and Dez were trying to rip each others throats out, well, Trish was.

Trish was near boiling point, but she wasn't even truly mad at all, she just let herself think that. "I bet you don't even know the difference between what comes out of you and what's in your head." At the moment, she knew that the words that were coming out of her mouth weren't true one bit, but she couldn't let anyone else know that. She felt like she had to mask her hidden attraction to him with silly little insults. But whenever she tried to stop, the insults came out like word vomit.

"Trish, you can be really mean sometimes, you know that? Ally says you're the coolest person ever, but I'm having a hard time seeing that." Dez's face was long and his eyes were fierce, piercing through Trish's skin like it was a bubble. His tone held hurt and anger, and he just wished that Trish would see him for the real Dez, not the one who feels like he has to do something stupid in front of her so she won't see what's really behind those goofy eyes.

He passed off the rude remarks from passing strangers quite easily, but Trish's never seemed to leave his mind.

Dez took one step closer to Trish, backing her against the counter so there was still a foot of distance between them. "All I'm looking at is a cold, heartless witch who doesn't filter what she thinks or says about people. And maybe instead of speaking her mind every single second, she can just shut up for once." Darkness filled the room and Trish dared herself to keep her emotions bottled up just for a few more minutes.

She took a step closer to Dez, thinking he would cower, but he held his ground. He's really mad…she thought, I can't believe I did that to him.

"You know nothing about me," she seethed through her teeth, trying to seem menacing in front of the one boy who's finally driven her crazy, in a good and a bad way. Dez leaned down, so there were only a few inches between them.

"So we've been around each other for three years now, with you constantly running that big mouth about yours about how no job is good enough, and I know nothing about you?" He kept a straight face and completely forgot about how he had been wanting to hug her whenever she was in the same state she was now.

Trish puffed out her chest. "Take it back," she spat out, not wanting to have this go where she thinks it's going. She doesn't want to lose him this way―she didn't want to lose him at all. "I said take it back!"

But instead of responding, Dez took a step back, leaning away from Trish and backing out of the store, keeping his eyes locked on hers, which were starting to harden, and walked out of eyesight.

Once she realized that he could no longer hear her, her eyes softened and her lip started to quiver.

She never meant for this to happen. She always thought that a little teasing could never get out of hand.

Trish didn't dare to think about what was to come tomorrow, but she thought about what would happen anyway. She sunk down on the floor, hand flying to her mouth, as she leaned against the counter and began to shed tears.


She must've stayed there for at least a few hours. After the crying had stopped, she just sat there and stared off into distance, thinking how she could've acted better around him before. She rarely blinked, and her eyes didn't move at all. It was almost like she was a wax statue of a teenage girl with red and puffy eyes, except for her moving stomach from which she breathed.

Even at the sound of a door closing and a set of footsteps jogging down the staircase, she still didn't budge. She didn't care if anyone saw her, but she secretly wished she was in her shower, where the sounds of water dropping covered the sounds of sobs emerging from her throat.

"See ya, Alls!" She heard a familiar voice call out. Slowly, she recognized it as Austin's but that was the least of her thoughts.

Austin took a quick glance around the store, looking for Trish or Dez, but he didn't see any of them.

"Dez? Trish?" He asked, peering around the counter. Then, he caught sight of the emotionless Latina sitting against the counter.

Austin walked over to Trish and peered over at her. "Trish?" He asked cautiously.

Still, Trish's body remained unmoved, except for when she replied dully. "Yeah?" Oh great, she thought. Another reminder of Dez. Oh, Dez, why did I have to be so hard on him? I can't believe that I thought that something as little as this would completely let him turn on me! Why do I have to be so awful?

"Are you okay?" Austin asked, sitting down close to her and looking at her. Then, he finally noticed her red eyes in the dim lighting. "Wait…were you crying?"

"I'm fine, and I wasn't crying." Her tone was stronger than she was right now, trying to get Austin to leave her alone in her thoughts.

But he nudged her in the shoulder with his own. "You can talk to me about anything. You know that, right?" He said. He didn't know the reason why one of his best friends was hurt, but he wanted to make her feel better. She was like a sister to him.

Trish sighed and moved for the first time, closing her eyes and her hand covering her face in exhaustion. "Promise you won't tell anyone?"

"Promise."

"Good, because I'm not telling you."

Austin chuckled. At least she wasn't completely destroyed by whatever made her like this.


Trish was alone in her room at two o'clock in the morning, staring up at her ceiling from her made bed. Her day clothes were still on her and her make-up wasn't washed out.

After leaving Sonic Boom right before Ally came downstairs, Trish ran out and took a seven mile walk. She gazed at the stars and made continuous wishes, hoping that Dez could forgive her after what she'd done. She let the gentle breeze blow her hair back slightly, calming her even more each time.

But she didn't get it, it wasn't like they hadn't broken up, they weren't even together in the first place! So…why were they both acting like it was? Does he like me? Trish thought, suddenly happy for the first time in what seemed like years. But she kept on thinking about how Dez would never go for a girl like her. He probably hates me! Especially after what just happened.

Once Trish reached home at one AM, she unlocked the front door and walked over to her room, not even bothering to realize that she was home alone once again.

She tossed and turned on her bed, trying to find some zen within her to finally use for rest, but that never happened.

Finally giving up on sleep, Trish sat up and walked over to her desk, where pictures of her family and her friends were standing on their frames.

She looked over all of them, but her eyes finally rested on one that was right in the middle.

It was one of him.

He was in one of the display windows at the mall posing like a Victoria's Secret model. She laughed lightly at the memory. But what made her laugh harder was that he was in the Bed Bath and Beyond display window, with towels draped over his shoulders and an extended shower scrub in his hand, acting like he was about to cast a spell on somebody.

She wished she could go back to that moment. She wished she could rewind time and start over with him, give them a fresh start.

Then she wouldn't be in this mess any longer.

Trish sat down in the desk chair and picked up her iPod, which was laying next to her Physics homework. She selected the one song that she could finally relate to, and she finally understood it.

"But this is me swallowin'

My pride standin' in front of you

Sayin' I'm sorry for that night

And I go back to December all the time.

It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but

Missin' you, wishin' I had realized

What I had when you were mine

And I go back to December all the time."

She was shocked that Taylor Swift could actually go through every situation that every human being went through. Trish closed her eyes, letting the music sink deep into her ears and burning the melody into her mind.

"I miss your tense gain

Your sweet smile

So good to me, so right

And I remember how

You how held me in your arms

That September night

The first time you ever saw me cry"

It scared Trish how much this song was true. And it also pissed her off because she couldn't write one without seeming like she copied the blond superstar. But, then again, Trish can't write songs to save her life.

"Maybe this is wishful thinkin'

Probably mindless dreamin'

If we loved again

I swear I'd love you right…

I'd go back in time and change it

But I can't…

So if the chain is on your door

I understand…"

So what if they would never work out? So what if Dez would hate her for the rest of his life? So what if she never told him how she really felt?

So what if she let herself die on the inside everyday because of it?

She grabbed her cell phone from her pocket and hit a button.

"Come on, come on," she said, her fingers tapping against her bouncing knee. "Pick up…"

"Hello?" A very groggy voice came from the other line.

Trish cringed slightly at her tone. "Yeah, Ally, I know it's late, but I can't sleep, and it's because of a guy." She bit her lip nervously. This would be the first time she told a soul about her feelings towards the soulless.

Ally yawned, then said what every person would say at a time like this. "Trish, just tell whoever it is how you feel." Trish was surprised.

Her face scrunched up and looked in shock. "You're not going to even ask who it is?" Ally was always the one who wanted to know every little detail about everything.

She heard her best friend chuckle lightly. "It's two thirty in the morning. At this point, I don't care who you're crushing on. It could be Dez for all I know!" Ally was in zombie-mode, but Trish was still wide awake.

Laughing awkwardly, her heart skipped a beat. "Yeah, that would be weird!" Trish's voice raised a few octaves higher as she spoke, hoping that Ally would catch the hint.

"Well, goodnight," Ally said, then hung up.

Trish hung up on her end and looked at her phone weirdly. She was purely awestruck at her friend's actions. But, she could understand, putting herself in Ally's shoes.

She then realized how stupid she was acting. It was one little fight! It happens to a lot of people!

But strangely, this was different from every fight she's had with people. She's never been hurt this much before, she's never been so angry at herself before this night.

Trish got up from the chair, walked over to her dresser, and began taking off her jewelry, finally deciding to just deal with it in the morning.


The next few days brought nothing but agony for Trish. Whenever her and her friends would meet up somewhere, Dez didn't even glance at Trish. She felt awful already, but she felt like dying in a hole at those moments. Whenever they had a class together, he never played with her hair or asked for her notes. Instead, he just asked Ally, which hurt Trish more.

During their free period, Trish went over to the mini-park by the library to clear her thoughts. She grabbed her notebook and pen, stuck her headphones into her ears, and began listening to Wasting All These Tears by Cassadee Pope on repeat and began to write out her thoughts, just like the way her mother taught her.


Dear Dez,

First of all, I'm so, so, so, sorry for hurting you the way I did. It hurt me just as much, if not, then more. I couldn't believe that I could do such a terrible thing.

I couldn't believe that I hurt you.

The only reason why I started being mean to you was not because I hated you, it was because I felt like I had to disguise the feelings that I had for you. It sounds stupid, I know, but it's the truth.

You've been on my mind ever since the first day I met you. How your red, floppy hair brings out your hypnotizing, hazel eyes. How it takes all my will power not to giggle at how funny your antics are. How I feel like a firework every time you put your hands on my hair.

I wish you would do that more often, but in a different way, like when we're kissing deeply and you don't want it to end. I wish that you would give me that half smile whenever you're waiting for me to blow my top off.

I wish that stupid argument never happened. Better yet, I wish that I never had to act like a terrible person in front of you. I guess I didn't know any other different way to cope with these weird feelings.

I don't really know how to explain it. It's like, one minute, I'm just glad to be around you and talk about something. Then, I just want to kiss you senseless up against a wall.

Last night, I was up 'til back two AM thinking about you. I couldn't believe what I had done to you. I felt like I was cheating on you with your best friend!

After you had left the Sonic Boom, I completely lost it. I started balling my eyes out and I nearly punched a hole in the drums, all because I was mad at myself for losing you.

I know you probably don't feel the same way, I bet you hate me right now. But at least you have some type of feelings for me, even if they're negative.

Turns out Taylor Swift can relate to every situation that there is to be in. I bet she has, like, five songs that I wish I could've written to tell you how I feel. Then again, I can't write songs to save my life, so I'm glad Taylor did it.

I guess I'm really all over the place with this. Right now, I'm blaming it on these stupid feelings that I've been getting.

I really hope you don't read this, it would be so embarrassing! I mean, me spilling about how much I like you, when you hate me to pieces. So, I guess I'll just burn it. It would be a lot easier this way.

Anyways, I hope you forgive me someday.

Sincerely,

Trish


"Hey, Trish," Ally said, sitting down next to Trish on the bench.

Trish slammed her notebook shut and looked at Ally. "Hey," she smiled tightly, looking down at what she had just written poorly one more time, then looking back at her best friend, who looked excited.

"So," Ally said in a sing-song voice, "who's the boy you're crushing on?" She had been dying for the answer since this morning when she woke up. The last person Trish had a crush on was Trent, and we all know how terrible that turned out.

"Promise you won't tell anyone?" Trish was rather nervous and began twiddling her thumbs. At Ally's nod, she continued. "It's Dez." She then realized that she liked the way his name sounded coming off of her tongue. She smiled brightly. "Ally, I like Dez." Her eyes had that same sparkle again and she started to chew on her fingers to prevent from screaming in delight.

She waited for Ally's big squeal and a ginormous hug, but that never came. She looked over at the brunette and saw that she wore an expression of pure confusion.

Ally cocked her head to the right. "You…like Dez?" She asked, confusedly. She thought that Trish always hated him.

Shaking her head slightly, Trish spoke up. "I know it's crazy, but we had this big argument a few days ago and I realized that the only reason I was being mean to him was because I was afraid he wouldn't like me." She never felt so vulnerable before. She knew now that Ally wouldn't approve, so she buried her head in her hands and waiting for Ally's laughter to humiliate her.

Ally placed her hand gently on Trish's shoulder. "How long have you felt this way?" She asked, trying to put the pieces together.

Trish put her hands back in her lap, but still refused to look at Ally. Instead, she looked at the seniors who were playing a game of soccer in the field in front of them. "I guess since the first day I met him." Losing that tone, she started to rant.

"It's just so weird! It's like: hey, there's a cute guy. Then, when he starts talking to me, I'm afraid of him disliking me, so I act like a complete idiot in front of him. But it never seemed to stop―it only got worse!" She then remembered that awful night. "He yelled at me, he called me terrible things and said that he hated me. I…I couldn't take it anymore. I guess…I became someone else, hoping that he'd like that person instead of me." Trish looked at Ally to see her reaction.

Ally was puzzled, looking down at the grass below them. "That's why he hasn't talked to you for the past few days…"

"And I set myself up for that, I set myself up for the big blowout that we had." Trish turned and laid down the bench, resting her head on Ally's lap. "What do I do, Alls?" She asked. "Besides telling him how I feel."

Ally groaned. She hated to be the one to give advice, because that's all she thought people talked to her for. She thought Trish would be different, but she hoped that she still was.

After taking a deep sigh, she looked down at her best friend, but was quickly interrupted by her watch beeping, reminding that she had to meet her math teacher to talk about extra credit.

"I gotta go," she said, grabbing her bag and running off.

Trish stood up and looked at the running figure in agony. She hated being ditched, especially when she was expecting some good boy advice. "Seriously?! You're, like, the worst friend ever!" She yelled.

"I thought I was," a deep voice said from behind her.

Trish jumped in fright and turned around. "Dez?" She stepped closer to him, her hand over her heart. "You scared me, how much did you hear?" Oh God, if he heard me tell Ally that I liked him…

Dez shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked lightly at the dirt. "Not a lot, just something about you thought you had to be someone else around me." He looked up at her shyly. "Why is that?"

Trish's eyes widened. Great, now I have to think of a good lie. "Well…you see…," she trailed off, eyes flickering towards her notebook for a split second, but Dez caught on, for he looked at the spiral in confusion.

He instantly knew that the truth was in there, so he grabbed it quickly and opened it to the most recently used page. The Latina lunged for it, trying to grab it from his grasp, but he held it up high, so not even her jumping would get her close to it.

Dez's eyes widened. "Hey, it's addressed to me!" He kept on skimming the words, trying to let the words burn inside his head. He couldn't believe that what he was reading was true. He almost thought that this was realistic fiction, he never imagined that these words would ever be from Trish's mind.

"Trish," he said quietly, lowering the letter and looking at the stressed girl in the eye. "What is this?" If what that letter said was true, then everything he thought he knew would be wrong.

Having the perfect lie in mind, she began to tell it. "You see…I…," She opened her mouth, but no words came out. It was too difficult―she couldn't bear to do it. "Dez…I…I like you," she looked down at her black ballet flats, not wanting to see his reaction. She didn't want to look at him when he rejected her and said that he would never talk to her again.

"But what about all the hateful things you said to me? For the entire time I've known you, you've thrown me nothing but insults and playful beatings." Dez was in pure shock. This entire time, he thought that Trish hated him because he wasn't her dream friend. Never in a million years would he have imagined such a thing as this.

Trish bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. "I know what I've done and I know that it was wrong, but the first time I looked at you, I couldn't bear to think that you wouldn't like me, so I acted all tough so you wouldn't judge me." She clasped her hands together and looked up slightly at Dez, trying to not seem too vulnerable.

Dez cracked a half-smile and laughed lightly. "Well, that seems kind of stupid, but I guess I could understand it," he said.

"Look," Trish explained, "I know it seems crazy, but―" she began to tell a lie, but was interrupted.

Dez put his hand out to silently tell Trish to stop talking. "It is crazy, and I'm not gonna deny that." Then, the burning question came to surface. "But the question is: why did you think that I wouldn't like you?" His voice was soft, so he stepped closer to Trish, which made her breath hitch in her throat.

She looked up into those piercing green eyes and she saw her life―her entire future. She saw her father handing her off to him at the altar through her white vail, she saw little kids jumping on the master bed with her and Dez. She saw him bringing her breakfast in bed whenever she was sick or if he was in a good mood. She saw them dancing in the middle of their living room together at night with no music so they wouldn't wake up the kids.

She saw the rest of her life, and she was spending it with him.

Trish studied the fascinating pattern of his irises. Once her mind slowed down a bit, she spoke. "I didn't want you to reject me. I just didn't want you to break my heart, so I guess I acted like I didn't have one to break." It took all her will power not to run away. She was extremely happy, yes, but she was also afraid that there was still time for him to turn around and walk away from her forever.

And she was almost positive that that was going to happen.

Then, the most relieving words began to pour out of Dez's mouth.

"I'm sorry for blowing up on you like that a few days ago. I guess I was so sick and tired from you picking on me all the time, that I couldn't just take it anymore."

Trish was confused. "But there are tons of people who do the same as me, so why didn't you blow up on them?" She tilted her head to the side, and Dez sat down on the bench, patting a spot to the side, so Trish sat down next to him.

Dez leaned forward and clasped his hands together, staring at a couple of people who were throwing around a football. "I can brush it off with other people, but with you, it's like every little thing sticks in my head. When I first met you, I could tell instantly that I wanted to be around you more often that I was, so I talked to you more. But when you started insulting me, I took it to heart, but I still kept around you."

Trish was truly ashamed in herself. If she could go back in time and be the real Trish around Dez when she first time, she would do it in a heartbeat. But she can't, so she has to fix her mistakes and create a better future for them, even if they were only friends.

"Dez," she said, "I'm sorry for all I've done to you, and I'm kind of embarrassed because I just said that I have feelings for you, and you're kind of avoiding that." She then stood up and dusted off her jeans. "So, if you want me to leave, then I'll understand." It truly broke her heart in to pieces to say those words, but she had to. She reluctantly turned around and took a deep breath, knowing that she would have to walk away.

Dez stood up quickly and grasped her hand lightly, pulling her back. He looked at her with his emotion-filled eyes and swallowed. "Don't go," he whispered, bringing her closer to the point where their feet were touching.

Trish's breathing was shallow and she was hoping that he would kiss her. A gentle breeze flew by, pushing Dez's hair in front of his face and bringing Trish's away, making her look like an angel. He leaned in slowly, almost afraid of what the girl in front of him would do. He cupped her soft face with his big hand, and closed his eyes.

Trish's heart was beating erratically. She closed her eyes in delight and leaned in too, tilting her head to the right, just the way she imagined it.

Their lips met in a soft, delicate touch and the two couldn't get enough of it. They both deepened the kiss, loving the electricity that it gave them.

Trish questioned herself. Maybe Dez was doing this because she had feelings for him, not because he had feelings for her. But right now, she would take what she could get.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her back whence he placed his hands around her waist and rested them on the small of her back.

After a few minutes, their lips separated, but their forehead touched together. The two were breathing heavily, but their grins were as strong as their feelings for each other.

Trish broke the no-words silence. "Does this mean I'm forgiven?" She bit her lip and nervousness flooded her mind. But she knew that she was okay, because Dez nodded and pecked her on the lips.

"I think you're more than forgiven, Curly," he said, laughing lightly at her anxiety.


And…that's a wrap! Now, I know I could've done WAY better, but this is the first time I've written something about Trez, so I'm new to this!

Anyway, he's some other stuff for you guys to read!

Question: Who is that one celebrity that everybody loves, but you can't stand? Mine is Austin Mahone, EHHHHH! I just can't stand the dude.

That One Moment: When you see your old teacher at a restaurant and you cower behind a random person that's walking by so he/she won't see you.

Quote By Me: "Heartbreak is worth it, because at least you have someone to break your heart."

'Tis that to be all I have at the moment. So, until I update…

BYE!