YAY! Chapter 2 is officially done! I'm rly having a lot of fun writing this, and I'm really glad u guys are liking it! you reviewers ROCK MY SOX!!!! :)

Courtney opened the door to the entrance of her office building. She worked as a journalist for Serenade magazine. Her hair was neatly placed into a bun on the top of her head, looking and feeling very professional as she walked through her office greeting all of her co-workers as she passed through to her desk. She pulled her chair away from her desk and placed her jacket on the back. She put her Starbucks white mocha next to the keyboard and removed her blue and white cashmere scarf. She plopped into her chair and sighed. Beth Salvatore, the girl who worked next to Courtney, peeped her head over the short wall separating their desks. "So, Courtney, I hear from Bridgette you had a pretty hot date last night." Beth said, smiling. Beth wasn't necessarily what one would call good-looking. In fact she was the complete opposite. Unfashionable glasses, acne, overweight, people often wondered how she even got close to marrying such a hunk. Namely the fabulously striking model, Justin Salvatore. "Yeah, I guess, you could call it that." Courtney said referring to her date. Courtney lifted her head to look around the large office. Bridgette's desk was empty. "Where's Bridge?" Courtney asked.

"Oh, she's in the bathroom. But forget about that, I wanna hear more about your date!" Beth exclaimed, he lisp currently present.

"Well, his name is Trent DiAngelo, and God, is he cute. He was a total gentleman. He opened the door for me, pulled the chair out for me, removed my jacket, and best of all, he said he would be talking to me soon! I guess that means he'll be calling me anytime now." Courtney smoothed out her long sleeve baby blue top.

"Wow, that sounds great! Looks like you've finally found the one! I remember what that felt like." Beth sat back into her chair and looked at the picture of her husband on her desk, swooning over his gorgeous features.

"Yeah, maybe I have." Courtney said quietly to herself, taking out her cellphone and placing it next to the computer carefully, just in case Trent were to call.

Bridgette pulled her long, blond hair out of her ponytail and walked out of the bathroom. The first thing she noticed was her best friend. She walked over to Courtney's desk. "Hey Court." Bridgette said, placing a hand on Courtney's shoulder.

"Hey, Bridgette." Courtney said, turning to face her. Bridgette looked at Courtney's cellphone sitting next to the computer.

"So did he call you yet?" Bridgette asked pointing to the phone. Courtney sighed.

"No, but he's going to, I'm sure of it. Thanks so much for setting us up. I seriously think we have a future. How did you say you knew him again?"

"Oh, he was just at one of Geoff's parties once." Bridgette's expression toned down. Courtney noticed the shift in her mood instantly, and reached out to her.

"What's wrong?" Courtney asked quietly. Bridgette looked around and then sat on the edge of Courtney's desk.

"It's just..." Bridgette began.

"It's just..." Courtney mimicked using hand motions begging Bridgette to go on.

"Well, last night I was watching this movie, right? And the girl was walking down the aisle on her wedding day," Courtney knew where this was going, "and she looked so happy, and then the groom, he looked so happy, and they were crying, and exchanging vows. And I was just thinking, what is it going to take to get Geoff to marry me? I mean do I have to get leukemia like Jamie Sullivan? Is that what it takes? Will he ever just come to his senses and just ask me to marry him?" Courtney looked at the ground.

"Let me guess, you were watching A Walk to Remember." Courtney said.

"Yeah." Bridgette looked ashamed.

"Listen, Geoff loves you, Bridgette. He'll come around eventually. But truthfully, you can't wait your whole life for him to come around. I hate to say this but maybe you should just consider about, you know..."

"No, no, I can't do that. I've only ever pictured myself with him, I can't just break up with him."

"It's just something to think about." Bridgette shook her head, and walked back to her desk. Courtney turned her chair back to her computer and then glanced at her phone. When was Trent going to call?

"Listen, Gwen, he's married! I mean I know he wants me, I mean who wouldn't want me, but he won't come after me because he's married!" Heather exclaimed into her phone. She was walking around her bedroom getting ready for her next yoga class.

"Heather, I think you should just try and forget about him. There are plenty of other hot guys you can find out there who will want you that aren't taken! Besides what about Trent? Aren't you going out with him? Or are you on the 'off' part of your relationship?" Gwen Clarke was sitting in her office editing her profile on her myspace.

"Trent? Who cares about Trent when I could have Justin? Trust me, Gwen, there isn't another guy out there like him! All I want is him! And I'll get him!"

"That's what scares me, the fact that I know you'll get him. You'll break his poor wife's heart. And Trent's heart too, he really likes you, you know. Do you really want that guilt?"

"Yes! I don't care about her, and I don't care about him, I want Justin and I'm going to get him! I'm going to call him!"

"Okay, suit yourself, but don't-" Gwen got cut off because the line went dead. Heather hung up on her. Sometimes Gwen wondered why she even bothered being Heather's friend, but they had been friends since kindergarten. Even though Heather stole all of Gwen's pudding cups, and tried to steal some of Gwen's boyfriends, she still had her positives. She did protect Gwen from being made fun of for her unique style. Gwen's cellphone rang again, she checked the ID, Trent DiAngelo. She smiled, and picked it up. "Gwen Clarke." She answered.

"Hey, Gwen, it's Trent, did you hook me up with that ad in the paper?" He asked on the other end.

"Yup, if you look in the paper it's on page 14 I believe." Gwen took out one of the sample papers in her desk and fumbled through it. "Yeah, page 14, next to all of the massage ads."

"Massage ads?" Trent asked, he sounded displeased. She heard the muffled sounds of ruffling paper as he flipped through the newspaper on the other line.

"People look at massage ads all the time, Trent, it's a good idea. So, people will be looking for a nice place to get a massage and discover that a cute guy is giving guitar lessons AND is performing in various clubs throughout New York. You got it made." Did I just call him cute? Gwen twirled a strand of her blue hair.

"I guess you're right. Thanks a lot, Gwen."

"No problem."

"So, listen, have you talked to Heather recently? She was supposed to have called me last night." Gwen felt her heart sink. What was she going to say to him? I'm sorry, but the girl you're supposedly in love with is currently seeking a married, more good-looking man?

"Um, yeah, I have. But she's been kinda...stressed lately, I think it would be best to just leave her be for a while." Gwen winced, hoping he would just let it go.

"Is she teaching a yoga class today?"

"Yeah, but seriously, I think you should just give her a break from you, maybe that's what she needs."

"You really think so?" Trent sounded hopeful.

"Yeah."

"Thanks so much Gwen, you've been great."

"No problem, just let me know if you need more ad space, I'd be happy to hook you up."

"Will do." Gwen flipped her phone shut and went back to editing her profile.

Bridgette walked into her apartment. It was dark outside, she stopped to get a few drinks with Courtney after work, and now it was near seven thirty. Geoff was vacuuming the living room. He turned off the vacuum at the sight of his girlfriend storming through the apartment into the kitchen. She slammed her bag on the kitchen table and ran her hands through her hair. "Hey, Babe, look what I did today?" Geoff pointed to the huge picture frame on the wall filled with a collage of pictures of them. She made that collage nearly a year beforehand, and had been waiting since then for him to hang it up for her. She had nearly forgot about the collage until seeing it hanging there in the kitchen before her eyes. Bridgette silently walked over to the collage of pictures and looked at them. Seven years worth of photos, seven years worth of memories, and none of the pictures consisted of a wedding. They looked so happy in the pictures, and she wondered how much longer their happiness would last. She turned to Geoff, who was smiling brightly, obviously proud of all the work he did today. "Geoff," Bridgette started. She debated whether or not she should bring this up again. But she was fighting off tears and would have to explain why eventually. "why won't you just marry me?" her words came out in whispers. Geoff's smile faded slowly, he didn't say anything. "Can you think of one good reason why you won't marry me?" She looked him strait in the eyes, just like how Courtney said she should at the bar. Bridgette saw nothing there. Geoff shook his head. Bridgette sighed, tears now filling in her eyes. "Geoff, I can't wait around for you forever. I can't do this anymore." Bridgette let the tears fall, and she walked right past him to the bedroom, taking out a suitcase from the closet. Geoff stood still in the kitchen, for the first time possibly in his life he didn't feel happy. He might even have to cancel that party he was throwing over the weekend.

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