Summary: Amy comes to stay at Ava's house and becomes friends with Bradin. The only problem is that he is 17, and she is 15. Can they still learn to be friends, even though they like each other? Trust me the story want be rushed. All the songs that will appear later or my own songs, and if I am going to use any other songs that aren't my own, I will let yall know. My first Summerland fic, so please tell me what yall think.

Disclaimer: Sorry don't own anything related to Summerland. Not even Bradin…

Beverleyd: Yeah i really liked how Bradin was staring at her too. Thank you for the review.

This chapter was when Bradin and Amy finally had more then just a hey and staring at each other. But, don't worry there well be them staring at each other. Read and Review

Bradin shifted his pillow from behind his head. Glancing up at the clock, he was shocked to find that it read 1:30 a.m… Sighing, Bradin turned sideways for about the hundredth time. Maybe sleeping on the couch wasn't such a good idea. Turning on his back once again, he let his thoughts drift to Amy. Bradin admitted to himself that he had watched her a little during dinner. He couldn't help but think that there was something different about her. She looked like a 15 year old girl, but, she seemed older in her personality. Why did she always seem shocked when someone did something nice for her? Another thing Bradin couldn't understand was why her parents would ship her half way across the country and not take her with them on their vacation. Sighing, Bradin stood up and walked into the kitchen, and that's when he heard it. It sounded like someone was singing. Who in the world would be up at this hour? Walking a little further down the hall, Bradin realized it was coming from his room. Slowly walking to his door, he noticed it was cracked a little. Standing to the side so Amy wouldn't see him, he peered into the room. Amy was sitting on the bed with a notepad on the bed and a guitar in her hands. She was writing something on the notepad and Bradin leaned in a little closer to the door. Bradin watched as she started playing her guitar and singing.

"You were an Angel in the making/ a friend from the forsaken/someone who was always there to give me a helping hand/"

Bradin just stood there staring as she scribbled another thing out on her note pad. He was a little surprised that her voice was as beautiful as it was. He watched as she put her face in her hands, and decided to do something. Not really thinking, he knocked on the door. Amy's face shot up and her eyes widened when she realized that Bradin had been standing there. Smiling, Bradin opened the door all the way and walked in.

"Bradin, I am so sorry if I woke you up. I couldn't really sleep, and I didn't think anyone else was awake, and….and… did I mention how very sorry I was?" Bradin couldn't help but think how adorable she sounded.

"Don't worry you didn't wake me up, I couldn't sleep either. I heard you singing and playing, you're really good." Amy started to blush, and Bradin watched as she once again glued her eyes to the floor.

"Thank you. I just really can't get the song right you know. I wrote it a couple of years ago, and lost it. Since then I really can't remember how it went." Bradin followed her fingers with his eyes, and they traced the guitar up and down. Looking back up, he saw her staring at him with wide innocent eyes.

"Maybe you just have to remember how you felt when you wrote it. They say that feelings spark our creative side, and they inspire us. So, just remember how you felt at the exact moment you wrote the song, and try to channel that emotion into the song once again." Bradin replied. He didn't know when, but somewhere in the middle of his speech, he had sat on the floor. He caught Amy's gaze, and she was looking at him odd. Bradin found that they did this a lot, just staring at each other. It was like they understood each other without having to say a word.

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Amy knew she was just staring, but, she couldn't help it. What Bradin had just said made more sense to her then any thing else. Standing, Amy sat down on the floor across from Bradin.

"Thank you. The next time I write a song, I'll do that. So Bradin, you really don't seem like the type to be all into the art of music. I would have guessed that you were a Surfer with about a hundred tall blondes standing all around you. Am I right?" Amy smiled as Bradin started to laugh.

"Well, you could say you half right, you know, except the hundred blondes. I usually throw in a couple of brunettes and red heads. You know variety is the spice of life." Bradin wiggled his eyebrows at Amy as she burst into laughter. Amy found herself enjoying Bradin's company, and that was odd for her. Usually she would just go hide in a corner and write her music.

"Bradin Westerly I don't think I have quite met anyone like you before. So…umm.. how did you end up in Playa Linda with you Aunt?" Amy noticed that Bradin's playful smile kind of vanished, and he became very serious.

"You see, about a year and a half ago my parents died. They went to help out one night when it was raining, and they didn't come back. Nikki, my little brother and I took it very hard. I think Derrick and Nikki took it the hardest though." Amy felt like all the breath had been knocked out of her chest. So that was why Bradin had seemed so sad. Why didn't her mother tell her so she wouldn't ask? Looking back at Bradin, she couldn't help but want to help. So thinking quickly, she did the one thing she could do. She leaned over and hugged Bradin. She could feel his shock, but she didn't care. This is what her best friend did with her when she was having a bad day. It was weird but the hug seemed warm, different from what she thought. Becoming a little uncomfortable, Amy pulled back. Bradin was staring at her with pure shock in his eyes. Heat burned up Amy's face as she started to explain.

"Umm… see my friend always gave me a hug when I was thinking or talking about something painful. So I thought that I could give you a hug, you know, from friend to friend." Amy held her breath to see what Bradin did next. She found them staring at each other, again, before he finally spoke up.

"You know what, thanks. I really needed that hug. So I was wondering, do you want Nikki and me to show you around Playa Linda tomorrow?" Bradin asked.

"Sure that would be really great. I think we should go to bed now, before your aunt wakes up and grills us." Laughing they both stood up. Bradin turned to walk out the door, but turned back to look at Amy.

"Thank you Amy." Smiling Amy watched as Bradin walked out the door and closed it behind him. Moving her guitar off the bed, she laid down. Closing her eyes, Amy was glad that she found two friends at least in the place. (Bradin and Nikki.)