Thanks to all who read and reviewed! Your feedback always makes me smile, and your kind words too! Thanks for putting up with the surprisingly not epic failure of a Notie one shot, and now… By one vote…

TRINDSAY!

Lemme tell ya, I'm excited to write this. I'm a huge Trindsay shipper, and glad it won! Well… Time to see if I can pull this off!

Pairing: TrentxLindsay

"Todd, you have to come with us!" Lindsay beamed, nearly jumping out of excitement as she pulled Trent away from the goth he would have much rather spent the canoe trip with, instead of a wannabe with a mouth full of braces, and a fake-blonde bombshell.

But Trent was too sweet and nice to say that to their faces, so he heaved a sigh and let himself be dragged to the canoe.

"Okay guy-ths. Who'th gonna sss-it where?" Beth asked, strapping into her life jacket.

"Uh, I guess I'll sit back, Beth, you can go in front, and Lindsay, you can go middle." Trent offered.

Lindsay and Beth smiled brightly at him, and nodded. "Okay!"

Beth grabbed an oar, and turned to the front of the canoe, almost whacking both Trent and Lindsay in the head with it. Trent ducked just as Lindsay had bent over to grab the second oar. Beth sat in the front of the canoe and focused on something in the distance, trying to clear her mind.

Trent sighed in relief as he stood upwards. He looked at Lindsay as she stood back up, and cluelessly examined the cheap wooden oar.

"Uhm, Lindsay?" Trent questioned, trying to get her attention.

Lindsay turned to him, the ever-lasting vacant expression still painted across her pretty face.

"What does this do-hickey do?" She asked, holding up the aforementioned 'do-hickey'.

Trent took the oar from her clutches, pausing when his hand brushed hers. His turtle green eyes widened slightly as they met her bright blue ones.

He never really noticed how… clear and blue they were. And also, so innocent, despite how the rest of her body screamed 'naughty'. It was quite fascinating to him, really.

Noticing that he'd been staring at her for quite some time- much longer than necessary, Trent flinched and yanked his hands out of hers.

"Uhhhhh this, is a-an oar. It's for paddling the canoe." He explained, slightly stuttering over his words. He scratched the nape of his neck feeling slightly awkward, embarrassed, and…nervous? Strange.

Lindsay continued to stare at him blankly, letting what he had explained to her seep into her brain, like the chemicals she used on her hair. She nodded slightly, coming to partial realization.

"Paddling…? So…" She began. "It like, makes pretty lily pads that go with the canoe?"

Trent blinked once, twice, and three times, returning her blank stare. Though his was more of a 'Oh my god… Is she serious?' look.

Trent sighed, and ran a few fingers through his mop top of black hair. He set down the oar, and put on his polyester orange flotation device, and sat down in the canoe, deciding not to pursue the conversation that would probably take two hours, costing their team the victory.

Lindsay stared at him, before turning away and grabbing the last low-cost life jacket Chris had provided for his victims- or, contestants if you will.

She slipped her arms through, and tried to close it enough to zip up, but her breasts were taking up too much space, and the life jacket wouldn't close.

Lindsay sighed and grunted, as she struggled to close the life jacket enough to at least buckle it up to get some protection.

After thrashing around as she attempted to close the life jacket, she blew out a breath scowled. She slowly turned to Trent with wide pleading eyes, and stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.

"Trooooooy…" She whined, childishly. Lindsay made her lower lip quiver, as she pouted at the slightly nervous/aroused musician. "Can you help me? My floaty vest won't close!"

Trent's palms started to sweat, as he silently gulped. "Uh… Uh…" He stammered. Trent bit his lip, as he stood up from the bench of the canoe and walked- or stumbled, really, over to the blonde.

Lindsay grinned, and clapped her hands perkily oblivious to Trent's panicky behavior.

"Okay uhm, so what do I… Uhm, do?" Trent squeaked.

"Oh, my girls," Lindsay giggled, referring to her boobs, "are kind of not like, letting the thingy-ma-bob close, so I need your help closing this! Oh, I know!" Lindsay chirped, grabbing Trent's shaking, clammy hands and placing them on her breasts. She smiled oblivious to Trent's pleasure, shock, and slight discomfort, though most of his mind was either screaming "Oh my god!" or "Humina humina humina…"

Lindsay held Trent's hands, and pressed them closer together, squishing her cleavage and making her chest rise and become slightly smaller. Lindsay removed her hands, leaving only Trent's hands on her boobs, him staring in shock, jaw agape as he watched her as she buckled the life jacket as if having his hands on her chest wasn't weird at all!

Trent removed his hands, eyes the size of dinner plates at what just happened. What would Gwen think? Why did he suddenly not care, what she thought?

Trent let out a breath, as he tried to think rationally instead of with his pants.

…And was failing miserably.

Lindsay giggled as she flipped her golden locks, and sat down in the canoe. She waved flirtatiously at him, and blew a kiss.

Trent gulped, and trembled as he pushed the canoe into the murky lake water. He sighed as he got in, and waited for Chris' mark to officially start the race.

"…and that'sth when I sth-aved ALL of the baby pig-ths. By putting out the WHOLE fire with my braces-th s-thpitle! Mind you, the fire was-th reaaally small, but I totally felt like a hero!" Beth bragged, though Trent had tuned her out long ago. His mind couldn't stop wandering to what had happened with Lindsay.

It was normal to feel attracted to someone like Lindsay, especially after they practically tell you to feel them up.

But… was it more than just attraction? Even before the 'incident', he could've sworn he felt some major sparks when her soft hands met his.

Maybe even more sparks then with Gwen…

Lindsay, who had tuned out Beth as well- mostly because she had nooo clue what the heck she was talking about. I mean, don't little piggies hang out with yellow bears, giant rabbits, kangaroos, and bouncing tigers in hundred acre woods? Unless… The TV lied!

She sighed, and leaned back into Trent's lap, and squirmed around a bit to get comfy. She closed her eyes and rested her head on her arms, before opening an eye and peering into Trent's ample eyes.

"You don't mind if I work on my tan, do you?" Lindsay asked.

"I don't mind one bit…" Trent sighed, smiling down at her dreamily.

The two were silent for a while, the only sound being the rustle of water, and distant chatter.

Trent looked around, the surroundings being very calm. Trent looked down at Lindsay, who was resting with her eyes closed, and did admit… She was very stunning. Gorgeous.

Like Gwen…

"Lindsay?" Trent murmured, still casting his gaze downwards at the blonde.

She lazily opened one baby blue eye, and smiled slightly at him. "Mmhmm?" She hummed.

"Uh… Do you uh, I mean, what was… I…with… Ugh…" Trent stammered, blushing slightly at how much of an idiot he must look like.

Lindsay's smile widened faintly, and she chuckled softly. "I know. You must feel like, kind of awkward with what I did, but… It's only cause I think you're a cutie, and completely trust you wouldn't do anything. And… I like you." She replied, softly. She yawned, and closed her eyes and snuggled him a little.

"…I like you too, Lindsay." He whispered, gently grabbing onto the blonde's hand.

"Thanks, Trent." She whispered back, smiling and holding his hand a little tighter, as if to reassure him.

Trent looked down at her intently, before he felt the corners of his mouth tug into a genuine smile.

She got his name right…

Awww! How was that for my first Trindsay? I rewrote the ending like, a lot, but I think it was really sweet, especially because I LOOOVE the episode Up The Creek. Ah… Those were the days… I miss TDI. The second and third seasons are harshing my mellow…

Well, now that that's over with… REVIEW!

Next chapter: NoahxCourtney, HeatherxDuncan, or OwenxMr. Coconut? How's THAT for crack, eh? Haha!

I shall update soon, as long as I get reviews… So…

PEACE OUT FOR NOW!