Chapter two

When I got to her door, with a big gold star stuck to the front, with "Courtney" ingraved in it (Wow, this girl has the staff wrapped around her little finger),I knocked on the door nine times.

...

I knocked again louder, nine times.

...

I hope she's not ignoring me. I knock again... well more like bang, the door, with my whole fist, nine times.

I put my ear to her door and hear an annoyed moan and then a thump. I hear a growl but I stay where I am for a while, hearing some rustling and then after while I heard silence. Is she ok-? The door SLAMS opened and I hear "WHAT?!"

"Gah! Courtney! It's me!"

"UGH!" She moans as she cringes at the light from the hall way, from being in her dark room, and rubs the back of her head "Oww!"

"You okay?"

"NO! I fell of the bed!" As she growled as she rubbed her sore head.

"...Well I guess that explains the thump."

"What?" she snapped, then finally opened her eyes she see who she was talking to. When she saw me, she jumped slightly, "Trent?..." before scowling, pointing her nose up and turning around "...hmpf". I felt a ping of guilt kick me in the stomach. And another when I realised what time it was and that I had just woken her up at, like, zero o'clock.

"Oh man. I'm sorry." I said sorrowfully, turning away from her door, "I'll leave you to sleep-"

"What did you wake me up for?" she said looking at me over her shoulder, crossing her arms over her chest, back still facing me.

"Um," I rubbed the carpet with my foot, looking down "Did you get your PDA back?"

"Hmpf" She smirked, "Luckily, I have lawyers to make sure all my needs are taken care of."

"That's good. Great... great."

"Anything else?"

"... Yeah. Um. Sorry about earlier. And for waking you up. And for making you bang your head."

"..."

"Are we cool?"

"... I guess." She says as she turns around to face me.

"Cool...So... you wanna go for a swim?"

"It's like," She leans backwards into her room, looks at her alarm clock, then leans back to face me again, "five miniutes in the morning"

"I didn't ask for a perfecly reasonable excuse, I asked if you wanted to go for a swim", I smirked.

"We're not aloud to go into the pool with out life guard supervision." she said pointing her nose up again, "It's agaist the rules. We could get hurt."

"I'm not gonna let anythin' happen' to you. And I won't tell if you won't. Everyone else is is bed. Whadoya say?"

"I say... " she said hugging herself, "...I'll get my suit on!"

"'Sssh!" I whispered, "Kay, I'll get kitted up and meet you downstairs."

"Sssh~" She said to herself giggling, with her finger on her lips, "Okay" She squealed before rushing into her room and closing the door. Talk about personality change, Jesus.

...cute though.

About 10 minutes later, I go downstairs to the ground floor, walk outside to the back where the pool is and look around to see Courtney sitting on a stool infront of the bar. Her towel is on the counter and she's just sitting there looking impatient. Haha, her feet are playing in the water and she's bouncing slightly on her seat. Her caramel hair isn't tied into a pony tail like it usually is when she goes to swim, guess she forgot. When I realise I'm staring, I shake out of my day dream (can you really call it day dream when it's not even one o'clock?) and before I take a step towards her, she freezes, looks left and right and I hide behind the wall. I peak from behind the wall to see her looking up at the building to see if any ones looking at her from they're balcony. Then she climbs on the counter of the bar, goes on her knees, leans down, her butt sticking up in the air while it looks like she's trying to drink from the slushie machine up side down. I see that girls not as innocent as she makes herself seem. I wonder if Duncan's seen this side of her? Instead of wondering why I felt a ping of jelousy when I thought of Duncan and Courtney being together, I ended up getting distracted by knowing that she didn't know I was here, and I could see her. I smirked, tip-toed towards the pool and as quietly as I could stepped into the water. I was making a bit of noise, froze in panic and nearly burst out laughing when I realised she didn't hear me becuase the slushie machine was so loud.

I crept even closer and was, and I can say this honestly, nearly in tears of laughter. Her butt sticking up in the air, it was like it had a label stuck onto it screaming: "TARGET".

I completly lost control of my body. It was moving of it's own accord. I tried SO hard to make myself stop, SO hard, but my body wouldn't do as my brain told it too, and I leaned forward, looped my arm around her leg keeping her in place while I (and if you ever bring it up in a conversation, I'll deny it) used my other hand to spank her. Really hard. Right on the cheek. What the hell made me think it was a good idea to do that?

"GAAAH! *cough*!"

She nearly fell forward into the bar and if I hadn't had my arm around her leg, and grabbed her bikini bottom with my other hands, (ignoring the slight butt crack I saw) then she would've.

"Careful!"

"*Cough, cough, cough!* What are- *cough* you doing? *cough* You- idiot! *cough*" She turned her body to sit on he counter, wiping the slushie from her face and blowing it out of her nose. Despite how funny it was, I stopped myself from laughing- too much anyway. She sat infront of me while she was on top of the counter and I didn't even notice that I was standing in between her legs until I think about it now.

"PA~hahahah!!!"

"It's not funny Trent!"

"Haha, shush, you'll wake everyone one up...pah~hahaha! Oh man, I'm sorry but I think I'm gonna pass out from laughing!!"

"You jerk!"

I reached down, scooped some water in my hand and wiped her face off with it. "Ha, I'm sorry." I chuckled as I rubbed her cheek with my wet hand.

"Yeah." she said keeping her voice down, paranoid of anyone being around again. Just when I thought I was forgiven (stupid me) she grabbed me my throat and glared, "But DON'T do that again!" she whispered loudly, "You hear me?!" Wow, normal Courtney came back quick. Damn.

"Yeah! I get it, I get it!" I said with my hands up at my sides showing I wouldn't ever do anything else so stupid (and a really out of character thing) again. "I'm sorry!"

"You'd better be!" She whispered loudly again and cooled off her glare, while letting go off my throat. Crossing her arms and turning her face away. Great, I annoyed her again. Man, how many times do I have to make an idiot of myself? I mentally cursed myself and started to hit myself on the head:

"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! Four! Five! Six!-" Courtney grabbed my hand, before I could fit in another couple of hits.

"Oh my God! Trent, what the hell?! Stop it!"

"But-"

"Stop it! Doesn't that hurt?"

"That's kinda the point-"

"Stop it!"

"Okay, okay..." I put my hand down and sighed.

I looked down at the water, dissapointed at myself. "I'm sorry."

"Are you okay? You've been acting wierd ever since the second series started."

"Yeah, heh, It's probably a good thing I'm not in the show any more. I need to chill. Maybe I can finally get my head together", I chuckled, scratching the back of my head awkwardly. I looked at her to see her smiling, and we sat there, well, she sat there, and I sat on a stool infront of her for a really long time. We were in a comfortable silence before I remembered why we came out here in the first place. "Hey we goin' for a swim or what?" I smiled widely. I stood up, grabbed her thighs and pulled her towards me before wrapping them around my hips. Grabbing her waist I picked her up and started bringing her to the deeper side of the pool.

Courtney was thankfully laughing her ass off, "Haha, get off! Let me go! Get off Hahaha!" She didn't get to say much more when I started jumping up and down into the water, making both our heads, go in and out of the salt water.

"WHOO!"

"Hah- aha- hah- Trent- Get- Off!- Ha-ha!"

We both laughed, and I let go off her. "Heh, you okay?"

"Haha, Okay? This is the most fun I've had since I got here. Thanks..."

"That's cool... " I hesitated before I carried on, "...You know you should really laugh more often". She looked at me suprised.

"Hm? How come?"

"No reason... You just... I don't see you smile very often thats all." She paused, just looked at me with a blank expression and didn't say anything. God, I didn't screw up again did I? Just as I was about to lift my hand up to knock myself out, Courtney smiled, (is this some parallel universe? Since when does Courtey smile this much? Duncan's a lucky man...) and threw me out of my trance when she threw her arms around my neck and hugged me, not tightly, if any one had been watching it probably looked like she was just holding on to me so she could float or something. But none the less she put her arms around me, chuckled lightly and said: "Well I'm smiling now aren't I?"

"Yeah"

Before I could even swoon because she was touching me, she let go, leaned back, looked at me with a wide eyed smile and disappeared under the water.

"...Courtney?"

...

...

"Courtne- aaggh!!" I got pulled under the water for a slip second. I rose to the surface again,and by the time I got the water out of my eyes to see where she was, she was giggling her ass off on the other side of the pool.

"What are you giggling about?" I questioned, before I totally lost my pride when she started swinging blue fabric in her hand.

"C'men get your trunks back Trent~"

"...I want angry Courtney back"

End of chapter two


A/N: Trents shorts are blue right?

Again this is based on a dream I had so... Sorry If they're out of character (Trent in particular) But once again this is my first time writing this couple and I'm finding it really hard (Dun dun Da). I have a tendency to concentrate on Courtney cause she's my fav... so it's kinda retared that I've writen the whole thing in Trents point of view huh? *Sigh* But go with the flow ok? Cause they'll get more in character in the next chapter. I think the next chapter might even be the last one. Not sure. Depends how long it is...

AND another note. If you read my others stories, you'll find I rarely have alot of disciption. Thats because I love to make reader make most of the story themselves. Like the background and what it look like. I do this because I find reading as an oppotunity to expand people's imagination. And I don't feel you (the reader) could do that If I described every little thing. So when I DO write discription, it's mostly to the point. I put just enough.