A/N: First off, this story's a total RE-MAKE of a story I created on my old account (sweetiex3) called "She's No You". I discontinued that story because of writer's block and also because it didn't sound very good after I read it over the second time. So I'm re-doing it; but the basic idea of the story will still remain the same. I'll try my best to complete this story to the end. But only your reviews will motivate me to do so! So tell me what you think, okay? :)

NAKED. Bradin Westerly was naked. Okay not completely…he still had his Hollister boxers on. Sorry ladies.

Bradin laid sprawled across Bridgette's bed, looking straight up at the white ceiling in front of him. Bridgette sighed tiresomely as she sat up next to him and crawled over to the end of the bed. She reached for her striped, button-up shirt hanging on the bedpost and started dressing herself.

"So, what do you wanna do now?" she asked Bradin while she was still occupied with her buttoning.

Keeping his dreary stare fixed on the humdrum ceiling above him, Bradin replied with, "I don't know. Anything you want to do I guess."

"Wanna head out to the beach?" She asked. She slid over next to him and rested her back against the headboard of her bed.

"Not really…" Bradin sighed. "I spend too much time there."

"Pier?" She asked, half occupied with texting her BFF, possibly sharing every last juicy detail of the "friendly intercourse" her and Bradin shared just minutes before.

"Nah." Bradin replied rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands.

Bridgette was getting impatient with his monotonous replies. "Well, what do YOU propose we do then?" She retorted.

Leaning on one elbow to support himself, Bradin sat up and looked at her. "Bridgette, I gotta ask you something." Bradin thought long and hard about this (okay, maybe he didn't really think about it at all). Bridgette was definitely attractive. In fact, she was hella hot. But unfortunately, Bradin didn't feel that "spark" between them that he once felt before. His body tensing up when her body touched his, his lips quivering whenever it was barely against hers, the way his body shivered when she ran her fingers through his tousled hair, all of that was gone. Those were the only things he fed off of the opposite gender. He basically lived for it. And surfing too, of course. But now that Bridgette no longer fulfilled his "needs", she seemed nothing more to him than a brick wall. Pretty shallow, right?

"I think we need to…take a break." Bradin said, carefully avoiding eye contact and looking down at the sheets.

Bridgettes face lit up. "Oh my God, I know what you mean! I need to get away from here too. Playa Linda's beautiful and all, but I feel like we should go to New York or something. Somewhere else. Something different." Poor Bridgette. She didn't get it.

"Something different." Bradin thought to himself. "Bridgette, Bridgette…" he cut in before she could manage to whip out her laptop and start ordering plane tickets. "That's not what I meant. I mean, I think we should…you know…not see each other anymore."

Bridgette's once enthusiastic grin slowly slumped down into a frown. "BREAK UP?! You're kidding me right? You basically just pounced on me just a few minutes ago!" She became infuriated.

Noticing his cue, Bradin got up abruptly and dressed himself quickly. He took a few steps to Bridgette's door and opened it. But before he walked out, he looked back at her sitting on her bed. She was staring right back at him, her mouth dropped open with a "WTF" expression wiped across her face.

"You'll find someone else Bridgette." Bradin told her as if she'd told dozens of girls before. "That person's just not me." He closed the door slowly and brusquely made his way out of her front door. As he was walking to his car, he couldn't help but listen to her through the open window of her bedroom.

"He dumped ME." She shouted into her jewel-covered sidekick.

Bradin chuckled to himself as he climbed into the driver's seat. Her reaction was just as he'd expected. None of this was new to him. Being attached to a girl gets boring after a while. He was single now; and it just felt so damn…awesome. But that's Bradin for ya, Playa Linda's ultimate player.