IX. Trent and Bridgette

Like he had asked, his mom had mailed in a portfolio of guitar tabs and chords. Playing things made up on the spot and the few songs he had memorized was fun for a while, but he wanted to impress the girls in the camp with his skills. It may have seemed otherwise, but he really thrived on attention, especially when they were related to his talents.

Flipping through the accordian folder, he found the perfect song. Pulling it from the sleeve, he smiled. He mostly remembered it, so looking through it again, he memorized all the fuzzy bits.

Tucking it back into the folder, he placed the folder on his bed and started for the campfire pit, not wanting to play around Lindsay and Beth who seemed to fawn over him. A lot.

Sitting down, he positioned his guitar on his lap and started the first few lines of the song.

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Bridgette sighed, walking around the camp. Courtney was fuming about something that Duncan had done, and Sadie was whining about how Katie wasn't there. It was annoying, to say the least.

Starting towards the campfire pit, she swore she heard one of her friend's favorite songs. He would always put the CD on when they were at the beach, turning it up, letting the folk music blare out of the boombox's speakers as they lounged in the sand after a particuarily bad wipeout.

Quickening her pace, she was hearing the song. Smiling, she attempted not to sneak up on him, so he wouldn't stop playing. Walking around so he would see her, she then turned to sit near him to listen to him play.

Humming along, she smiled as he started singing along.

"She says..." He started, and she leaned back, humming along.

"Wake up, it's no use pretending," She sang along, trying to stay in key.

Smiling, he continued. "But I'll keep stealin', breathin' her. Birds are leavin' over autumn's endin'."

"One of us will die inside these arms," Bridgette smiled, "Eyes wide open... Naked as we came."

"One will spread our ashes round the yard," they finished in harmony, laughing.

"Do you know the rest of the song?" She asked, turning to face him.

"Yeah, I think I've got it. I'll have to work on it, though." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, I want to be the first person you tell when you get it, okay?" She asked, smiling.

"You got it." He said, standing. "I'll see you around, Bridgette."

"Yeah, see you around."

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