Esemplastic. Bridgette considers herself the best match-maker in the office building. Duncan/Courtney, Bridgette/Geoff. Crack.


Warning: ...I'm serious about the crack. This story will be a joint smoking teen these first few chapters. It's gonna be a hardcore meth/cocaine addict eating its own feces in the alley behind McDonald's from there on out.


Bridgette knew she had a problem, but it was a good problem.

She had the undeniable sense for match making. Some called it a curse. Some called it a gift. Most called it her being a little too into everyone's business than she should have been, but ANYWAY, Bridgette loved putting two people together.

And, well, she was pretty damn good at it, so no one could really complain. She had set up Gwen and Trent, Harold and LaShawnna, and many more. Of course, there had been her harder cases, such as Lindsay and Cody or Heather and DJ, but in the end, it had all worked out.

So everyone knew. Bridgette was the go to girl on who you should be with. She had the gift!

Courtney, however, could beg to differ. "Are you fucking stupid?" Bridgette cringed at the harshness in her voice. "No way."

Bridgette simply nodded, her blonde hair shielding her face from Courtney's sudden death glare. "But... that's what I think would be the best... you two would really look good together..."

"HUSH!" Courtney hissed, eyes wide with frustration. "He can hear you."

"He's all the way across the room." Bridgette was telling the truth too. The office lunch room was totally abandoned except for them of course, as well as Duncan and Geoff, but they were sitting five tables down, and playing table football at that. They definitely weren't listening to Bridgette and Courtney's girly chat.

"SHHHH!" Courtney spoke, voice so loud that they two males did glance over this time, Duncan's grin intact and widening at the sight of Courtney's deep blush. "Abort! Abort!" Courtney whispered, and her and Bridgette darted for the bathroom.

Once inside, Courtney pointed a finger directly in front of Bridgette's nose, causing the blonde to back up a few steps. "No way! Please, please, please... Say you just thought wrong or something."

Bridgette smiled, pushing Courtney's finger away as she stepped toward the bathroom sinks and mirrors. "Sorry, Court, but I think what I thought, and you can't change it."

"Please!" Courtney yelled, grabbing at Bridgette's shoulders. "You are my best friend, Bridgette, don't torture me like this! There is no way I could ever end up with... him!"

Bridgette laughed. "But you'd be so cute together!"

Courtney's eyes widened. "He's a freaking idiot!"

Rolling her eyes, the blonde turned to face her long time friend and co-worker with an intense look. "Look at me, Courtney. You can't fight it." She said softly, watching how Courtney's brow creased in anger. "You and Geoff belong together."

And that was the first time Bridgette was ever wrong about a relationship.


tbc...