Days at the Beach

First in the TDI Couple's Series

Chapter 3: Sandcastle's

Days at the beach, to build and to play!

But when Trent and Gwen get competitive,

Will their fighting get in the way?

Gwen was so tired of trying to get the tan that Courtney and Bridgette had said was 'a majorly needed asset'. She couldn't even believe they had thought that she could get one. Let's face it- Gwen was as white as sour cream, and there was no getting past that.

She hugged her legs, looking down at her black bikini. She felt like how she always did- like a loner. She was the only one of the three girls who hadn't gotten a new bathing suit, and she was the only person on the beach not wearing a bright pink, blue or white- except for Duncan, who was currently fawning over Courtney (gag). She felt incredibly stupid for having even come to this stupid beach- it just wasn't her scene.

Trent, however, found her captivating. As he watched her from afar, he sighed like a love struck puppy.

"Here are your cones, sir."

Trent turned, paying the ice cream vender, and heading over to the gorgeous Goth. He had been trying to cheer her up all day, because anyone could tell that she was uncomfortable. She looked pissed off really, as if someone had dragged her here. Had it not been her idea for all the friends to come and have a good time?

He passed a sign on the beach, and he stopped short.

Sand Castle Building Contest Today! Have a Beautiful Sand Castle built by the dunes by 3 and you and five friends can win Tickets to See 'Petrified! At the Sock-hop' live in concert!

Now Trent wasn't as hip and trendy with Goth and rock bands like Gwen and his friend Duncan were, but he had heard them mention something about this band. If Gwen and he were able to win that sand castle contest, they could bring all their friends to go do something Gwen wanted to do, and at least have more fun than they were having here.

He hurried over to Gwen ecstatically. "Guess what?" He handed her a cone, plopping down beside her. "There's a sand castle building contest today."

Gwen rolled her eyes, shaking her head at him. "No way. I'm not doing anything like that."

"Awe," Trent said, nudging her a bit. He continued when he saw her smile. "It's a good way to show your fabulous art skills and…"

"And…?" Gwen edged him on, giggling a bit.

"And, um, what's that one band called?" He scratched his head, trying to think back. "Um… Petrified and the socks or something?"

Gwen's eyes popped open. "Petrified! At the Sock-hop is gonna be there?"

Trent nodded. "Yeah! Wait, I mean- no."

Gwen gave him a hard look. "Are you trying to get on my bad side?" She hissed, watching him closely. She clearly wasn't in the mood for all these jokes- maybe he needed to stop hanging out with Geoff and Duncan so much. They weren't exactly good influences.

He shook his head, "No, what I meant is that if we win the contest we can win tickets for all of us to go and see Pickles in the Soup bowl live!" Trent couldn't help but blush brightly as he saw Gwen's eyes light up as she squealed and hugged him.

As soon as she had embraced him though, she was up on her feet. "Okay, if we're going to get those tickets, I guess the first thing we need to know is… where is this going on?"

"Over by the sand dunes." He got up too, walking along beside her.

Gwen couldn't help but think about Trent stumbling over the band's name earlier. She knew that Trent wasn't really all that into the music she loved, but he loved his guitar a bit more. But the fact that he was willing to win the tickets just to have a good time with her meant a lot.

As they headed over to the sand dunes, they watched as they saw Bridgette and- surprisingly- Geoff heading out onto the beach with surf boards in hand. "Geoff surfs?" Trent asked, and Gwen just shrugged in reply.

Trent called out, "Hey Geoff!" and Geoff's head whipped around, a terrified look on his face. He mouthed the words, Help me, but continued to walk towards Bridgette, following her into the surf. Trent guessed that he must be joking about something and turned back to Gwen. "So, you really wanna do it?"

"Yeah!" Gwen said, and she laughed a little. "Let's go sign up." No matter how many girls made eyes at Trent, she loved the way he only paid attention to her. It made her blush wildly.

Once they were over by the sand dunes, a guy wearing a big hat and had really bad sunburn waved them over. "You guys want to join in on the sand castle building contest?" He handed them a flyer, and shook their hands, like this was some big business deal.

Trent nodded. "Yeah."

The guy smiled, his sunburned forehead crinkling. "OK, well, the lady can go down there and start on hers, and you can take the spot beside her if you want." He pointed off to a spot near there.

"No, no, we want to do it together, you know, like as a team." She pointed at Trent, wrapping her hand around his and pulling him close. "Together."

The man shook his head. "Sorry, but there are no teams in this contest. One builder per sand castle."

Trent's mouth went slack. "Well, we…" But it was only fair. No one else had any other help, so why should they? His heart fell when he felt Gwen let go of his hand.

She smiled at him. "Well, even if I win, we get the tickets. Sound good?"

Trent nodded. "Yeah- wait." Even if she wins? He could win too. It wasn't as though he was incapable of beating her or something. "Well, what if I win? I could win too?"

Gwen giggled. "No offense Trent, but I've seen the way you draw, and there is no way you could build a sand castle." It was true. Once Trent was drawing something and Gwen had looked over his shoulder. "Aww, that's a cute giraffe!" She had said. Trent had frowned at her. "It's a guitar."

Instead of taking the comment lightly, Trent rolled his eyes. "Oh, so what, you're the best artist in the world or something? Sorry, but I remember you having to dive into your human anatomy book the other day just to remember how to draw a hand." OK, well, that wouldn't have been much of a hurtful comment to anyone else, but Gwen didn't take it lightly.

"What are you trying to say? That you think you could beat me?" Gwen's blood started to boil. She had never really gotten into a fight with Trent, so she truly didn't know what exactly to do.

He shrugged. "I'm not thinking that." Then something overtook him that he just couldn't explain. Before he could catch himself he said, "I know I could."

Gwen's face suddenly went from a light smile to a dark scowl. "Oh really?" She seemed to be looking for something smart to say. "Well… you suck at guitar!" She snatched the sign-up sheet from the sunburned guy, who was looking at them both with a scared face. "And my sand castle is gonna kick ass!"

"Oh really?" Trent shouted, snatching the sign-up sheet from her and writing his own name on it. "My sand castle will kick your sandcastle's kick ass butt! That's how kick ass my sandcastle will be!" That didn't make much sense to him, but hey, it sounded mean.

Gwen growled, walking in the direction of her spot. "Get ready to kick my ass, gay-guitar-playing fag!" She stuck out her tongue, pulling up sand as fast as she could.

Trent walked over to his spot, rolling his eyes at her. He was gonna win this. He could do just as good she could, hell, he was sure he could better!

Gwen stared him down. He was going down.

A/N: I mean… this hasn't been updated in forever, but whatever! I just kinda wanted to get it out!

So I have three more chapter for this… yeah. And we'll see. This is probably the last GwenxTrent I'll do for awhile, considering their not together… Ugh. Which sucks by the way. D:

Anyways… thanks for reading! Love, Cereal