Tibby drove Brian to the park a few minutes from his house. They both got out and walked over to a bench. She sat down first. He followed after. "I don't think Ryan Cole was the best choice for the main character." Tibby blurted out. Brian laughed. "Yeah…I guess I have to agree with you on that one…but I don't want to talk about Ryan Cole." Tibby blushed. "I'm planning on starting a new documentary…do you want to talk about that?" "Sure…shoot." "Well," TIbby started. "I want to do it on anger. I don't know why…but I just do. My aunt used to tell me that there was an upside to anger…but I haven't seen it in anyone yet…I mean…how can there be an upside to anger?" Brian leaned back in the bench and put his arm around Tibby's shoulders. She shuddered. "There is an upside to anger. It's like the destination you end up in…after your long rode of misery and anger. I don't think that a lot of people find that upside…but some do. Get what I'm saying?" Laying her head on Brian's chest, she nodded. "Somewhat…So, are you going to help me?" "Of course I'm going to help you." Tibby smiled at him. "Thanks Brian. That means a lot to me." She leaned in and kissed him on his forehead. "Now come on…I've got to get up early in the morning to take the twins to the water park." Brian grabbed her hand as they walked back to the car. "But…Tibby, you don't do water parks." Tibby turned her head and stared at him. "Shut up…I know. But they are only here for one more day. I figure they need something fun."
Lena woke up early to go and watch the sunrise at the grove. She tried her hardest not to wake Effie. Grabbing her camera and her bag with her drawing stuff in it, Lena started out to the grove. She had promised Paul and Tibby that she would get some shots of the island…just for them. She could use the fact that she had to get up early to catch the sunrise, against them both. But it's not like she didn't want to be out there. It was the only place in the world that made her feel good…and bad at the same time. Lena had grown to know that feeling very well.
She got down to the water and put all of her things on a rock nearby. She had put on her bathing suit underneath her white tunic and an old pair of jeans. She removed the shirt and the jeans. Walking over to the water, Lena dipped one foot into the cool, blue water. She shivered. The last time she had tried to swim alone, Kostos had come up behind her. She looked around one last time before emerging her self completely into the water. She was alone. Maybe it would stay this way…for the rest her visit. "Keep dreaming!" she said out loud to herself.
Bridget was on the plane. She could turn back now, but she didn't want to. She kept asking the Lord for signs, to show that this probably wasn't the best time to see Eric. But none came. She had to move on.
Eric had come early to wait for Bridget by luggage claim. He could have spotted her from a mile away. She didn't come running up to him. And Eric didn't go running to her. Bridget stopped a few feet away, and Eric didn't move. This was a big step for the both of them. They hadn't seen each other in two years. She smiled. "Hi." "Hi." Eric laughed. "Here, let me get your bags. How many do you have?" Bridget held on to her carryon, and led Eric over to the conveyor belt. "I just have two on the belt."
Bridget and Eric walked outside into the sun. Bridget had on a light jacket. She took it off and stuffed it into the bag she was carrying. Eric studied her. She was wearing a white halter top. She had the best shoulders of any girl he had ever seen. Bridget gathered her hair, pulling it off of her neck, and placed it into a high ponytail. She pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes. "You can stop looking at me. It makes me uncomfortable." Eric laughed. Bridget had missed the sound of his laugh. Hearing it over the phone wasn't enough. She looped her free arm through his free arm. "So, ready to introduce me to your soccer friends?" Eric took her bags when they reached the car. "I don't know about this anymore! I may have to keep you locked up in a closet for the next week!" Bridget knew he was alluding to her beauty. "You think they are going to hang all over me, don't you?" Eric couldn't deny it. "Yes. That's it. Plus…they may be a bit surprised. I told them you were beautiful…I didn't tell them that you were stunning." He looked at her. He could tell she was blushing. "What Bee? You are gorgeous. Even you can't deny it!" He placed his hand on her bare shoulder. She looked up at him. He pulled away. "So… I guess we should get going." Bridget opened her door and slid in. "I guess so."
They drove to the field, and Eric got out and opened the door for Bridget. "We'll only be here for a while. An hour at the most." Bridget fixed her ponytail. "Don't worry. It's not like I have to be somewhere!" She said with a wink. "I'm just glad that I can be here." Eric put his arm around her shoulder and they walked over to where a group of coaches was gathering. One of them saw Eric and parted his way through the group. "Dude! You could make it!...You must be Bridget." They guy said as he reached out his hand for Bridget to shake. She smiled. "That would be me…and you must be Aaron. You are the only one with blue hair on this field." Aaron laughed. "Yeah, I'm Aaron. I'm Eric's roommate." He then turned his attention to Eric. "Hey man. Addams just left. Bartley and Smith are running the scrimmage right now." Eric looked over Aaron's shoulder and past the group of coaches. There was a group of younger boys gathered under the trees, getting water from a big orange cooler. "I hate that I couldn't do it this year. But they needed me down in Alabama." He explained to Bridget. "Yeah," She stated, "But then you would have never met up with me again." Eric put his arm back around her waist. "There is an upside to everything." He walked over to the group of coaches and introduced Bridget to all of them.
They were walking towards the athletic building now. "I actually just needed to see Coach Addams. Since he's not here, I guess I don't need to be here. You want to go back to my place and unpack your stuff?" Bridget nodded. "It's up to you. Although that does sound like a good idea. I'm exhausted." "Good."