a/n: wow! i got such a good response on the first part, so here is part two.

disclaimer: i do not own any of the total drama franchise

last time on part one:She gave me a soft smile, and began to caress my chin. And like something out of a movie, she began to slowly tilt her head to the right. In a movie fashion, I did the same, and suddenly our lips met and it was…

"Lindsiot! What are you doing?"

"Trent, how could you?"

Well, this wasn't awkward. So, there I was caught in a kiss with Lindsay, and Gwen and Heather walked up on us.

Heather looked as if she was about to pop a blood vessel; Lindsay and I were like a deer in the headlights.

And Gwen.

Gwen had tears forming in her eyes, and she darted off into the dark in the direction of the pier.

I mentally cursed myself for letting this happen, and facepalmed myself.

"Goodnight, Trent." Lindsay whispered before grabbing her boots and closing the creaky cabin door behind her. Heather went in after her, and I just knew that she was going to chew Lindsay out.

I just sighed, and went over to the boys' side of the cabin. I sloppily ran my hand along the wall feeling for the light switch. Once I did, I searched everywhere for my guitar.

Under my bunk, no.

Under Noah's old bunk, no.

Under Owen's bunk no.

Under a huge pile of Owen's dirty gitch, unfortunately yes…

After mulling through the filthy underwear, I picked up my guitar and put into the case covered with stickers from the places it has been.

I stared at them for a second; and I saw stickers that I forgot about like, Bulgaria and Italy; and ones that I didn't even know I had like, U.S. Virgin Islands and South Africa.

Sighing again, I turned off the light in the room and went to try and correct the situation at hand.

I decided to go to the dock to attempt to talk to Gwen. But, as I closer and closer to my destination I heard faint sobbing, and "consoling" words like: "Girl, You can do better than some cliché music boy!" and " Gwen, he didn't even deserve you. You can do way better."

I looked over at the source of the "calming" words, and in the moonlight I saw the silhouettes of three people. One being Gwen and the other two being Bridgette and LeShawna; and, even in the dim light I could see the evil eye that LeShawna was giving me when she turned around.

I quickened my pace, and decided to go Plan B: go to the campfire.

I made it to the campfire, and thankfully I was alone. I sat on a tree stump, and pulled my guitar out of its case.

My guitar or Luce as I liked to call 'er; she was my solace, my serenity, my nirvana. I just went to play her whenever I was angry or said, or in this case confused. I ran my finger tips over the wood finish, slightly dull from age.

I moved my hand to Luce's neck ,but I still couldn't think of anything to play. So I looked up at the stars.

"Granddad, What should I do?"

That was another way of finding some inner peace, I would always talk to my late grandfather up "there".

Sighing, I hesitantly placed my hand on Luce's neck again and began to sing and play.

Oh please tell me what to do.

Because I'm stuck between the two.

I mean I really like you, but she really likes me too.

See I'm head over heels when I see those big blue eyes, but I don't know how to feel when she cries.

So, please help me dear.

Help me conquer this fear.

Oh, just please, help me choose…

Because I don't want to lose either of you.

I struck the final cord, and closed my eyes.

I heard a slight sniffle," Well that was really pretty, Trent."

Opening my eyes, I saw one of the girls I was just singing about.

Lindsay.

"Thanks Linds."

She sat down next to me. Goosebumps popped up all over; never got those with Gwen, plus it is really cold outside.

There was a pleasant silence between us for awhile. All that could be heard was the ambient noise of crickets, owls, and other wilderness creatures.

"I brought you a blanket," Lindsay placed a pink and orange furry blanket over my shoulders," thought you might be cold out here."

I thanked her and things became silent again. I glanced over to Lindsay.

Her eyes were a pink color, and a tear was running down her cheek.

I turned her towards me," Lindsay why are you crying?"

She snorted," I kissed you; I made Greta mad at you. I made Greta mad at me." She began to sob even harder.

I wrapped her in the fuzzy blanket, and kissed her hair. Her sweet strawberry scented hair.

Shushing her like a scared child I rocked her back and forth in my arms," It's not your fault." I repeated over and over again.

I could hold her like this forever.

She looked up at me, " Trent, Can I ask you a question?"

I nodded.

"Was that song you just sung about me, you, and Greta?" Lindsay asked her big, blue eyes staring up at me.

"Yea…" I told her, my cheeks feeling a little hot.

"Well, do you want me to tell you what to do?" Lindsay asked .

My heart began to flutter and I began to stutter.

"Kiss me, Trent."

I did as I was told.

a/n: i hope y'all liked it. i wrote trent's song myself! :3

i'm so proud! :3

review, and you'll get that next one-shot sometime next week or if i have time this weekend.

review and you'll feel good!