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Trent P.O.V

"Hey Gwen," She looked up. The last bell rang and our music theory class was emptying. I was suppose to go to her place later on to meet her mom. She slugged her bag over her shoulder and crossed her arms walking over to me.

I pulled out my guitar and put it in my lap. "Before we go, I want to play something for you."

"Ooooh-kayy." She said slowly, and pulling a chair out and sitting across from me.

"I heard it a while ago on the radio, and I really liked it." I smiled, and she blushed a little.

"I set out on a narrow way many years agoHoping I would find true love along the broken roadBut I got lost a time or twoWiped my brow and kept pushing throughI couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you."

I glanced up at her and she was blushing lightly, and smiling. Then she began singing along with me.

"Every long lost dream led me to where you areOthers who broke my heart they were like Northern starsPointing me on my way into your loving armsThis much I know is trueThat God blessed the broken road. That led me straight to you."

I put my guitar down, and Gwen put her hand on my shoulder.

"Thank you, so much." She leaned in to kiss me. "I'm really lucky to have you."

"Same here, let's get out of here. I can't wait to officially meet your family." She groaned, and I let out a laugh.

"C'mon it won't be that bad!"

"Oh, I'll willing to bet your wrong." She got up, and took my guitar putting it back in its case. I got up, and grabbed my crutches.

Around five o'clock Gwen's mom came home. I was already in the living room playing a card game with Mikey, and Gwen was flipping through her diary scribbling who knows what in there.

"I'm home." Her mom announced, taking the key out of the door.

"Hey mom." Gwen and Mikey said in the same monotone voice in unison.

"Hi kids, how was your-oh hello." Gwen's mom looked at me.

I gave her my best friendly smile. I got up from the table and put my hand out for a hand shake.

"Hi, I'm Trent. I'm Gwen's boyfriend." I leaned against the wall, needing support for my leg.

"Nice to finally meet you, Trent. I'm Mrs. Sanders. You can call me Maria, if you like." A pit in my stomach dropped. Maria. My little sister who never was. Gwen knows about the history of my family, but I didn't know it was her mom's name.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too." We shake hands, and I limp back to the table, and continue my card game with Mikey.

"Trent are you staying for dinner?" Mrs. Sanders asks.

"If you do not mind." I answer.

"Of course not, the more the merrier." She walks into the kitchen, and begins to pull out pots and pans.

Dinner was great. Gwen's mom is hilarious. She works part time as a florist, and she also is the hostess at a restaurant uptown. She works crazy hours, especially around holidays, like mother's day, and Valentines day.

"But, I love what I do. Designing, I mean." Mrs. Sanders clarified.

"Right, what's the point of doing something you don't enjoy." I agree.

"I may not make the most money, but I think it's worth it." She smiles.

I return the smile. Gwen stands up with her finished dish, and heads toward the kitchen sink.

"No, I have that." I grabbed her plate, and piled it on top of mine, and headed toward the kitchen, limping slightly.

"Trent." Gwen sighed, and grabbed my crutches following me into the kitchen. I dropped the dishes in the sink, and leaned into the counter, turning on her faucet. Gwen slipped the crutches under my arms, and I lean onto them, feeling better. But, I won't admit it.

"Step aside, let me do this." Gwen says, pouring soap into the sink.

"Fine." I agree exasperated.

"So what do you think of my family? Crazy enough to make your run for the hills?" Gwen asks.

I can't tell if she's joking or serious. I know she is joking, but the thing with Gwen is she always has hidden meanings with everything she says.

"I think you're family is great. A million times better then whatever is left of mine.""You really think so?" Gwen stops washing a dish to look at me.

"Totally." She blushed a little.

"Thanks." She continued washing the dish.

Then I grabbed a fistful of soap into my hands, and threw it at her. The bubbles getting on her face, in her hair, on her nose. Real cute. She gasped.

"Trent! You did not just do that!" She dropped the dish.

"Oh, but I did." I laugh.

Gwen grabbed the bubbles, and got ready to throw them at me.

"Wait! You wouldn't hit a cripple would you?"

"Try me!" She shouts, and covered my hair and face in dripping bubbles.

Now Gwen's laughing, and I grab more bubbles and so does she. We're totally involved in this whole classic bubble fight thing in the kitchen. I'm finding it totally fun, and not weird, or corny. Like in a lame chick-flick movie.

The fun dies down, and Gwen finishes laughing. "I'm soaked." She states.

"You and me both." I laugh.

"I'll get us some towels." She decides, leaving the room.

I never thought I could be so happy when everything, at home, with my parents, with my leg, with Courtney, could be so messed up. I guess miracles do happen.

Gwen P.O.V.

My mom loves Trent. Loves him. Thank God for that too. My mom either has good days or bad days. Whenever Trent is around, she immediately goes into her Good Day mode. Mikey too. Ususally he is off being all anti, and bratty. But, when Trent is here he always tries to get him to hang out with him. Usually this would probably piss me off, but I don't mind.

Trent has been for his final doctor check up, it has been a few weeks, and Trent doesn't need his crutches anymore. He's healed, finally. I've never felt happier, or more relieved for him. Trent has me worried a lot. It's not that I don't trust him, I think he just becomes over confident, a lot.

Every morning Trent drives me to school, and he drops me off at my house after school or he just hangs out with me somewhere random. I never thought I would be the type to have a real boyfriend. A real steady boyfriend, who picks me up, and treats me well. Hmf, I guess miracles can happen.

"Okay, I'll see you after school?" Trent asks, I'm at my locker grabbing my books for geometry.

"Totally, outside the gym?" I suggest, shutting my locker.

"Sounds good." Trent kissed the top of my head, and walked in the opposite direction to get to his class.

I'm worried things with him and Courtney won't be well anymore. I mean I'm not her biggest fan, but she has been a huge part of his life for so long. It has got to be weird to just not be friends with someone all of a sudden.

Plus they have a majority of classes together, so that must be kind of awkward. I start walking to my class, taking the stairwell instead of going the long way to class, when I stop in my tracks. I see Duncan on the side of the stairwell, where no one ever really notices you, because there is a door, and a fire extinguisher blocking the view. But, I can't miss his green Mohawk for a second.

But, that's not why I stopped. I saw him, with a girl. Kissing a girl. No, this wouldn't normally be a problem. Duncan always hooks up with some girl. Even if it is like, eight in the morning why not start early? God, hasn't he heard of morning breath? But, that's beside the point. It's the girl. It's Courtney. Or at least think it is. No, I know it is. I just don't know if they're kissing or not.

I need to find out. So I go over, there and stand on the opposite side of the door they were behind and press my ear against it, so they can't see me. This way if they turn around, I can slip away quickly into the hall since I'm pretty close to the hallway itself.

"So what do you think?" She asked. Yep, definitely Courtney.

"I don't know. It's kind of confusing. I like what we were doing before." Duncan said.

"I don't know…I'm not into the hook up thing." She said.

"Why?"

"Because, it's the same physical activity you put into a relationship, and when it ends someone gets hurt. It's the same thing as a relationship except you don't talk about movies or food or anything." She said.

Courtney and Duncan? Hooking up? I suddenly have the urge to vomit, and I feel my breakfast coming up. I decide I can't bare to hear this anymore, and I go up the stairwell and go into class.

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