The only thing I have to say about the flame I got is that Gwen is a whore and if I write any stories with her in it, it will probably not be a happy ending. Anyways on with the story!

Where is he? He said he would be here. Maybe something important came up and he is just running late. Or he just didn't want to come. Zane noticed my distress and comforted me.

"It's alright. He'll be here, Chica." he said. I smiled at him. "Maybe we should start walking." I'm sure he'll show up." he said. I nodded and grabbed my guitar. My friends Diego, Zane, Jane, Jason, Kayla, Olivia, and I walked outside and gasped. Trent was leaning against his limo and smirking at us.

"Thought you guys could use a ride." he said. Everyone piled into the limo and I started to, but Trent put a hand on my shoulder. He smiled. "How about you sit in the front with me. I need someone to give me directions." he said and opened the door for me. Jane, Kayla, and olivia's heads popped out of the sunroof.

"Awwww." they all said in unison. I blushed. Diego and Zane were giving him thumbs up. I rolled my eyes and stepped into the car. Trent chuckled and Did the same. I punched Trent's shoulder lightly.

"What did I do?" he whined. I rolled my eyes and hugged him.

"It means a lot that you came. I'm nervous enough as it is." I sighed. He put a hand in my shoulder.

"I'm sure you'll do fine." He assured me. I feel different when I'm around him. It's not like how I've felt with any other guy. Do I like him? And more importantly does he like me. He's a huge famous musician and I'm just some girl he used to know. He couldn't possibly like me, right? "So what are you singing?" he asked. I pondered for a moment and told him it was a surprise. I told him the directions and he started the car.

"Do you even know how to drive this thing?" I asked. He put on his sunglasses and turned to face me. He smirked.

"No clue." he replied. My whole body stiffened.

"Oh god I'm afraid" I said and grasped my guitar. He chuckled. He started driving and he didn't kill us. When we were almost there. I still didn't give up the possiblity that we were all going to die. "Make a left here." I said. Trent made a sharp turn, making me and everyone in the back scream there lungs out in pure terror. "Oh my god. You could have killed us." I gasped out.

"Sure it's possible. But I didn't, and we are at the school and guess what. Your going to do a kick ass job tonight." he explained. "Besides. A little anxiety is good for you before a show." I swallowed hard, still a little shakin' up after the sharp turn.

"I-I hope y-your right." I stuttered. He chuckled.

"I'm always right." He boasted and leaned back in his seat, kicking his feet up. I rolled my eyes and hit him on the chest. He winced. "You guys go ahead in. I'll meet you inside. I just need to make a quick phone call." he said. I nodded and stepped out of the car.

Trent's POV

"Hey, Devin, what day is the Tyra Show?" I asked.

"Friday. It's in a week. She said she wanted you to see the city." he informed.

"Thanks. Sorry for calling you on your day off." I said and hung up. I hopped out of the car and started to open the door.

"Oh my God! Your Trent Westbrooke.!" I heard a high pitch voice scream. Damn. Not now!

"Oh my god! Where?" another voice shrieked.

Before I knew it there were a huge group of girls chasing me. I ran behind a truck and hid there for a while. I looked underneath the car and saw that the girls were still running. I sighed in relief. Thank god. Now I got to run all the way back to school. "There he is." the same girl shrieked. Oh shit. I ran to the door and closed it. Thankfully the girls didn't come inside yet. I looked around and spotted Diego.

"Hey, Diego. Crazy fan girls outside. Help!" I gasped, out of precious oxygen. He ran to the door and locked. "Thanks. Has Courtney started yet?" he shook his head.

"She's just about to. Here you can sit with us." he said leading me the gym. I sat next to Diego and one of the other girls.

"Well hello there." she said huskily. Oh god.

"Uh hi." I said kind of awkwardly. She was about to say something, but the lights when off and Courtney went up on stage. She lowered the microphone and started to sing.

Oh, oh, never find a love like this

Oh, oh, never find a love like this

Well we go back so far swingin' in your backyard All the things that we used to do

We were cool back in high school, ooh, I really liked you Must have been your attitude

And that's why you keep on runnin' in and out of my mind

As the years they all roll by, baby, now I know why I keep comin' back to you

You're the only one that knows me, love it when you hold me I'd never find a love like this, let me hear you say

Now I'll never be lonely, look at what you've shown me I'd never find a love like this

When this life tries to keep us apart You keep callin' me back to your heart, let me hear you say I'm so glad you found me, wrap you all around me I'd never find a love like this

All the guys tried to take me, you're the one who saved me I feel like I owe you my life

And as strange as it may seem, I'll go if you take me I'm willing to sacrifice

And that's why you keep on runnin' in and out of my mind As the years they all roll by, it's not hard to know why I keep comin' back to you

You're the only one that knows me, love it when you hold me I'd never find a love like this, let me hear you say

Now I'll never be lonely, look at what you've shown me I'd never find a love like this When this life tries to keep us apart

You keep callin' me back to your heart, let me hear you say I'm so glad you found me, wrap you all around me I'd never find a love like this

An African American teen with a mic came out of the curtains and started singing. Or rapping. Whatever you want to call it... (A/N: I think he supposed to be rapping XD)

May never find a l-l-love like this

That still make me think about my middle school kiss

I sit here in this chair and I wish for you not to leave me now

My friends they always told me, not to make you my wifey

Man they was puttin' you down And now they see we rollin', me and you, we strollin'

They don't wanna come around Let me hear you say You're the only one that knows me, love it when you hold me I'd never find a love like this, let me hear you say

Now I'll never be lonely, look at what you've shown me I'd never find a love like this

When this life tries to keep us apart You keep callin' me back to your heart, let me hear you say I'm so glad you found me, wrap you all around me I'd never find a love like this

Oh, oh, never find a love like this

Oh, oh, never find a love like this Oh, oh, never find a love like this

Oh, oh, never find a love like this

Oh, oh, never find a love like this

When this life tries to keep us apart You keep callin' me back to your heart, let me hear you say

Oh, oh, never find a love like this

Oh, oh, never find a love like this

Everyone started clapping and all of Courtney's friends headed to the back of the stage. Someone with a bonquet of roses bumped in to me. "Sorry, ma- wait. Your Trent Westbrooke!" he yelled. I winced, but faked a smile.

"Sure am. Can I have one of these?" I asked pointing the flowers.

"Sure." he agreed handing me one of them. Why am I doing this?

"Thanks." I said and ran backstage. I saw Courtney talking to the guy from the show.

"Thanks for helping me Trevon." she said. She took a quick glance at me and smiled. "Hey Trent." she said and motioned for me to come here. I hid the rose behind my back. "Trent, Trevon. Trevon, Tre-"

"Oh I already know you from the show. And, man, your music is tight." he said loudly. Courtney looked at him like he was crazy.

"No one says that anymore." she teased.

"I do." he protested. She chuckled.

"Exactly my point." she teased again.

"Ooph." he fake gasped and put his hand on his chest. "That hurts, baby girl. It really does. Now if you'll if you'll excuse me. I've gotta girl waiting for me in the car. Later." He said and left.

"Hey you did a good job today, Courtney." I admitted.

"Thanks." she said. There was sort of an awkward silence.

"Here!" I said handing her the rose, but my voice went in a very high pitch making me sound desperate. She took it and smiled. She got in her toes and kissed my cheek.

"Thanks, Trent. Thanks for everything." she said and starte to leave.

"Wait. Do you need a ride?" she smiled.

"No thanks. My house is just around the corner. I can walk." she said and headed out the door. I'm not going to follow her. I'm not going to follow her.

"Hey, Court. Can I walk with you?" I asked. Shit. She smiled.

"Of course you can." she said and smiled. As corny and cliché as it sounds, but her smile does give me butterflies. Do I like her? So what if I do? She turned to me.

"So how'd you like the show?" she asked. I smiled.

"It was awesome. How long have you been playing guitar?" I asked.

"About five years." she answered. We walked and talked for awhile and got to know each other better. She was still seventeen while I was eighteen. She still played the violin and learned how to play drums. "Well here's my apartment. You can come in." I raised an eyebrow. "That as, if you want to." she said looking down at the ground sheepishly. I chuckled at how shy she was.

"Sure." I said tilting her head up. She smiled. And opened the door. "By the way. My dad is probably drunk, or passed out drunk. And my mom is probably cursing at him in Spanish. So you might want to stay quiet." she informed. I let out a sigh.

"Alright then." I mumbled. She giggled. I stepped inside to see a woman in her late fourties sweeping up broken glass and a mad passed out on a couch grasping an empty beer bottle.

"¿Por qué hasta me quede con usted? No eres más que un asno perezoso que siempre está borracho!" The woman mumbled to herself. Courtney rolled her eyes and pushed me into her room, without us being seen by her parents.

"Tomorrow's my birthday." she blurted out quietly, sitting on her bed. I took a moment to observe her room. There were a lot of posters of Natasha Bedingfield and her walls were painted orange. I sat down next to her and smiled.

"Let me take you out." I said scooting closer to her. She bit her lip, but smiled at the same time.

"You mean like a date?" she asked laying her head on my shoulder. I gulped and started to sweat a little bit.

"Yeah, like a date." I agreed.

"I don't know." She muttered and bit her lip. She looked at me and smiled. "Sure, call me tomorrow." I cringed when I heard glass break and a bunch of yelling. "You gotta go. Like, Now!" She said and pushed me towards the door.

"Who the hell are you suppose to be?" I heard a irritated male voice snap. I turned to see Courtney's dad glaring at me. I gulped and waved nervously.

"He's obviously one of Courtney's friends. Leave him alone." Her mom snapped.

"Don't tell me what to do!" He snapped right back.

"You've got to go now!" Courtney yelled and pushed me out the front door. "Don't forget to call me!" She reminded. I nodded and she closed the doors. So I did like her and she said yes when I asked her out. Not a bad day.

"There he is!" A teenage girl shrieked. Ah so close. I thought before running for my life.

Hope you liked it. Review! Oh and I am currently writing a Harold and Courtney friendship story with all the tdi characters in highschool... Be on the look out for it!