"MAKE ME LASAGNA!" Trent shrieked as I rolled my eyes, inviting him to move into my small house had been a big mistake.

"WHY?" I ordered, "So you can boss me around more without caring about how I feel?" Trent's moods were infuriating. One second he was being sweet and calling me the prettiest girl in the world, the next he was demanding lasagna. He was like a freaking pregnant woman!

"Gwennie! Please!" He begged.

"No, and I'm leaving! Keep my apartment, but you better pay the rent and send me my coffee maker!"

"Stay!" He didn't even move from the couch.

The first place I thought to go was Bridgette's, but I knew Geoff had moved in with her, which probably meant I'd have to make more lasagna.

I swiped my keys from the rack and stormed out the door. The black truck Trent had gotten me was waiting in the driveway. I heard Trent tell me to leave the truck, but I ignored him. I flung open the door and stabbed the keys into the ignition.

After a long drive around the neighborhood and a stop at Starbucks, I made up my mind. Moving in with Bridgette and Geoff was my only choice. I pulled out my cell phone and called Trent.

"I knew you'd change your mind," He cooed.

"Actually I didn't. You can bring my stuff and coffee maker to Bridgette's," I smirked, we'd gone through this before, but I'd normally take my camping junk, go to the woods, and come back the next day.

I hung up my phone and finally found the house I was looking for. Well, I didn't really have to look. I found their neighborhood and their house was the only baby blue one with a dolphin mural on the side.

I rang the doorbell and heard a cracking voice answer, "Come in."

When I pulled the door open, it squeaked eerily.

"Geoff? Where's Bridgette?" I wondered.

"Gone," He sighed.

"Aw. You broke up?" I sympathized.

He shook his head and bit his lip.

"Oh! You mean that kind of gone!" (A/N-For those who haven't figured it out, Bridgette's dead.)

He nodded, and it looked like he was about to burst into tears. I had always known Geoff to be the one to cheer us up when we were upset. The worst thing was that he was wearing black. I wore black, not Geoff. He was the cheery, I'm such a man I wear pink, guy.`

"What happened?" I asked.

"Surfing accident," He replied.

I didn't want to go any further.

Another thing I noticed was that he was watching some sort of romance, with other movies piled up.

A few titles that jumped were, Twilight, The Notebook, and The Titanic. The first two were creepy, but the last was, like, unhealthy.

"Okay, first thing, we need to get rid of these movies, and second let's clean your house."

"What are you even doing here?" He asked sadly.

"Well, I broke up with Trent. Can I stay here?" I almost got on my knees and begged but found enough self-control not to.

"I guess, there's no meaning for my life anyway."

I was gonna have to work on this kid.