I woke up bored. Drawing and coloring my art didn't help my boredom, neither did laughing at the idiot mailman who was being chased by the neighbors Rottweiler. It was days like this that made realize how lonely I really was in my life. No, I don't need a man to take care of me, but I want a man to know that someone will always have my back. But it's hard to find someone will notice me. I guess guys find it hard to lookpast my gothic clothes.

But their was one guy who saw who I really was. And he didn't care about my flaws, no, he looked past that. I was in love back then. I still think about him a lot. I always wonder how life would be different if I never broke up with Trent. I think about how easy life would be. I thought he was 'The One,' but I never could look past his obsessions. He said that 9 was his lucky number because of something in his childhood, but my heart always told me different. He became obsessed with me. And while some people found it sweet, I found it stalkerish and a little (ok, a lot!) creepy. But now, he's gone.

I looked at my clock in my living room and found it was twelve. I groaned as I put on my work smock on for the Modern Art Museum. I love art, so when I applied for the job, I was so happy that I might have a chance to get my art in the museum. After I worked there for about two weeks, I realized my dreams would never come true. The manager didn't think my art was 'worthy,' of his time. I just sell it to local cafes and coffee shops. They seem to appreciate my work!

At twelve thirty I picked up my shift. I hated the people I worked with. One was a irresponsibe skater punk who always tried to trash the muesum (why he still works here is beyond me!) and the other one is a spoiled girl who must be sleeping with the owner since she hasn't been fired yet. But what can I complain about? Karma hits the spoiled girl pretty hard, and that's all I need to get a good laugh.

"Hey dude!" said the skater punk, Len, tilting on the chair at the main office.

"Hey Lens," I sighed. If Len was in the main office, it meant that today was going to be a slow day. Normally he's the guard.

"Ug. Gwen, glad to know that you still work here," said the brat, Maggie. Sarcasm filled her voice.

"Ug. Maggie. Glad to know that a house didn't fall on you and a little Kansas girl steal your ruby shoes," I joked. This made Len laugh and lose balance on his chair. And that made me laugh. Maggie just rolled her eyes and went to the front, waiting for someone she could give a tour.

Since it was a slow day, I just sat back with my sketchpad and started to draw whatever came to mind.

...

I got off at six and was home by six thirty. I desperately wanted to talk to someone, or maybe just feel someones presence in the same room as I. I could have gotten out my cellphone and talked to someone, but it's not the same as talking to someone face-to-face.

It was days like this that made me wish I could have someone. Not a best friend, but a boyfriend. Someone who I could cry on their shoulder and be joking with them about the stupid stuff you can see in romance movies.

At about seven, I took a walk outside. Whenever I was depressed I always took a walk, no matter how light or dark. I honestly liked walking in the dark better, though, that way I could look at the stars. I always seemed to feel a little better after watching them. I wasn't the romantic type (and practical frown upon it!) but I can't help but think that my Prince Charming is watching the same stars too.

I walked until I got to a small bridge in the park I lived by. I got to the middle of the bridge and leaned against the railing. It was seven thirty, but not many stars were out. That made me a little sad, but the star that was out shone bright. It was almost a shade of blue, it was beautiful. I believe in a lot of stuff. Karma, fate, and even that stars can tell you a lot about your future. I didn't know much about the last one, but that doesn't mean that I don't believe it. I put my hands in an almost praying position. I didn't know how you do it, but I know what you say.

"Star bright, shine bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight," I almost prayed. I didn't even have to think about what I wanted. It was days like this that made me know. And I've been having days like this a lot.

I wish I could find true love, I thought. I couldn't help but smile.

My wish made me think of the ways my Prince Charming might come. How do I know it's him? It's not like he's going to be wearing a giant sign with the words "I'm your true love, Gwen." Or at least, he better not. I don't have to many standards when it comes to guys. But branding themselves with my name is something that just won't do. I chuckled a little bit. That's what Trent did, I laughed. But it kinda hurt to think about him right now. Maybe it was because I wanted my one true love and I still thought of him. Or maybe it was because I thought he was the one who I would spend the rest of my life with.

I got home at about eight and laid down on the couch. I wanted so bad to talk to someone. I wanted to talk about my day at work, I wanted to talk about how boring my life is. I wanted to complain about my employies. But I couldn't do that. I just stared at my ceiling and watched a fly buzz around it, occasional stop and land on my ceiling fan. I kept on laughing at it. That stupid fly was keeping me entertained.

I nearly jumped I was so startled when my home phone rang. I quickly got up from my couch and ran to the phone. I was finally going to be able to talk to someone other than the people I worked with. That itself was worth me getting up and not watching the retarded fly.

"Hello," I might have answered too fast.

"Hello? Is this the Williams Residence?" a voice that sounded familiar said. But I didn't know who it was.

"Um, no, sorry. But do you mind when I ask you who you are? You sound so familiar it's not even funny," I kinda joked.

"I don't mind. My name's Trent Goodsend. You might remember me as the guitar dude from that show about five years back, Total Drama Island. And I'm sorry, I was supposed to call this Record Studio owner and I must have dialed the wrong number," the man said.

My heart skipped a beat. Then another.

"Trent? I'm almost insulted that you don't know who I am. Sigh. But I guess I can't help it. If you must go I do--," I was beginning to say but got cut off by Trent's voice.

"Gwen? I thought it was you! But I didn't want to go around accusing people of being my old girlfriends. And--" he paused. "Wait, this is Gwen, right?" he asked.

"Guilty," I smirked. My heart was beating faster. Was this the sign I was joking about earlier?

"You don't know how good it is to hear a friendly voice! And I'm sorry, but I don't want to be rude. If you must be doing something now, I won't mind you hanging up on me," he said. He sounded a little sad.

Ha! He wanted to know if I should be doing something now! I laughed out loud.

"No, I'm good. Listen, I've had a long day and no one to talk to. I'd be really nice if you could stay," I told him.

"I would love to stay," his voice sounded sweet to my ears. I put my phone on speaker and laid back down on the couch.

"So how have you been?" I asked.

"Well, where should I begin?" he slightly laughed.

...

I checked my clock, it read two. I've been talking to Trent for the past six hours and we still weren't willing to hang up. This made me smile and almost made me sad. It reminded me of the challenge we had in Total Drama Island, the one where we had to stay up all night. Trent and I ended up staying up all night. All we did was talk. I missed those times.

"So. Where do you live now?" I asked.

"I just moved into this new apartment complex. It's called Rose Bud, or something like that," he answered.

My heart skipped a beat... again.

"But, that's the same complex I live in..." I whispered. Was this the sign?

Then we were silent for a moment.

"Really? Gwen, don't joke like that!" he almost sounded a little mad.

"I live in 4C," I informed him.

"But... I live in 4B..." shock filled his voice.

"So you live under me?" I asked.

"I think so..." he sounded confused.

"Alright, tell me if you can hear this," I said. What I was about to do could get me in trouble for a complaint. But I wanted to see if it was true. I stood on my couch and jumped, putting all the weight I could in my feet. As I landed, my entire Living Room slightly shook.

"Hear that?" I asked.

"I don't know. The MORON ABOVE ME," he yelled that part, "just slammed something on the floor!"

It was true. I could even hear someone below me shout something. The words were impossible to hear, but the voice was as true as day.

"Oh my god... Meet me at the stairs," I said.

"Bu--!" I heard him try to start something. But I hung up before he had the chance.

I quickly got up and searched for my jacket. I found it about five minutes after I hung up and started to worry that he might have left his spot. I ran out the door and ran even faster down the stair. I saw on the wall a man with black hair wearing a green jacket. He was looking the other way from me. I quickly and quietly ran over to him and kinda tackled him to the floor. Tears started to slowly creep from my eyes.

"Me missed you," I whispered.

"Not as much as I missed you," Trent whispered back.

After a minute or two, we slowly got up. Trent looked pretty much the same. I did too, really. Changing style and fashion wasn't something I did very often.

We were quiet for a minute before I gave him a hug. I nuzzled my head into his chest and breathed in his smell and felt his warmth.

This was my sign.

"So where are you gonna take me for our first date?" I joked and laughed.

"Where ever you want," he reached over and picked me up. He carried me out the door like the Groom does to a Bride after they get married.

It was two o'clock in the morning for most people, but for me, it was the time I learned that stars can read your future.

You just have to learn the signs.

I apologize for this chapter for many reasons. One, I don't think I'm very good thinking of Gwen's POV. Two, the Trent part might not seem as realistic as you may like it. And Three, I'm sorry for you GxD fans.

But I have to say I personally love the ending to this chapter. I cried while I was writing my own stories ending xD

If that doesn't spell wimp, I don't know what does.

Oh, and HAPPY NEW YEAR!