*Hey guys! So I wanted to let you know this chapter's short, but I liked writing it. There's also a song in here, it's called "Like We Used To" By A Rocket To The Moon. I don't own it. So, enjoy!*

The next morning, I walked out of my room with the usual two coats of sunscreen. The sun was nice and warm and painted the sky an almost surreal shade of blue that matched the heavy and rolling waves of the crashing sea. The rumbling waves caused a rhythmical swishing noise that although sounded rough, also had this calming effect to it. The normal activities of my fellow cast-members and their families were going on around me as I made my way through them. I waved to LeShawna, who was sitting in a beach chair, getting a pedicure like her cousin, LeShaniqua was next to her. She smiled widely and waved back, but didn't get up to say hello. AS I walked past them, I heard a faint beat and hum coming from somewhere in the exotic mix of trees, vines, and undergrowth.

"Ted's really improving." I whispered to myself, and stepped into the mess of trees. It was beautiful around here, floral and wild, full of the perfect blend of earth tones and bold colors.

I followed the strumming of the chords about a yard into the trees. I stood behind the base of the trunk of this huge tree and peeked at the guitar player, who had turned out to be Trent. The tune he was playing was powerful, yet soft and meaningful. I think I may have heard it once or twice on the radio before, but I don't really care for the ballads and easy listening. What peaked my interest is when he began to sing along with the melody.

"It should've been me inside that car.
It should've been me instead of him... in the dark.

Does he watch your favorite movies?
Does he hold you when you cry?
Does he let you tell him all your favorite parts when you've seen it a million times?
Does he sing to all your music while you dance to "Purple Rain?"
Does he do all these things, like I used to?

I know, love, (I'm a sucker for that feeling.)
Happens all the time, love, (I always end up feelin' cheated.)
You're on my mind, love, (or so that matter when I need it.)
It happens all the time- love, yeah.

Will he love you like I loved you?
Will he tell you everyday?
Will he make you feel like you're invincible with every word he'll say?
Can you promise me if this is right:
Don't throw it all away?
Can you do all these things?
Will you do all these things...
Like we used to?
Oh, like we used to..."

I was frozen where I was. The song itself hadn't necessarily struck a nerve, but the words...What were they about? I was just staring. I hadn't even felt the hands that were holding my shoulders.

"Who are we looking at?" The person asked. I knew who it was by the chill that shot down my spine after he spoke.

"Duncan! What are you doing here?" I asked. Then, I saw a blue head poke itself out from behind my boyfriend. "Alright, I'll rephrase that. What are you two doing here?" I whisper-yelled again.

"Well," Ted began, "Duncan was teaching me how to hot-wire a stick shift." I rolled my eyes and decided that I really didn't want to know. "That's when we saw you. Duncan was calling after you, but I thought we should sneak up on you to catch you in the act of anything black-mail worthy." He said with a smirk. I looked to Duncan.

"Really, Duncan? My little brother is influencing you?" I yelled.

"It was a good idea." He shrugged simply.

"H-Hey, Guys." And added voice stammered. I shot my head behind me and saw that Trent was there, clutching his beige guitar by the neck. The other hand was rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, which is apparently a habit for guys around here.

"Hey, Trent. Uh, nice song, did you write it?" I asked, not looking at him so much as I was looking at Ted, who was fortunately standing close enough to Trent that I could pass as looking at him. That song just...made me not want to look at him. I don't know why.

"Oh, that? Nah, I heard it on the radio a couple days ago. I really liked it. Connected, you know?" He asked. Connected? How so? I didn't say anything as Trent finally noticed I wasn't alone. "Ted! Duncan," He scoffed Duncan's name. "When did you guys get here?" He asked.

"Like, literally right after you finished singing." I answered as the three of us walked back towards the beach. It was particularly quiet today. Most people were probably still asleep or taking a spa day.

"Really?" Trent laughed.

"Yeah." I answered in a fake optimistic tone of voice. Then I looked apologetically at him.

"I need to talk to Duncan, so could I see you guys later?" I inquired my ex and brother. Ted simply shrugged and walked away, while Trent to a minute to think about it. Actually a few minutes. He left nonetheless, and I put on my fake disapproving glare.

"YOu were helping my brother get blackmail in me?" I asked with a raised brow.

"It was they only thing we could agree on!" He defended himself. I decided to forget how lame that was at this point in time and just stared at him. He got a smirk on his face and suddenly grabbed me by the waist, pulling me close to him. "Still mad?" He asked, his hot breath sending a fresh-smelling puff of air right at my face. He looked at me with those eyes of his, and that was it, he just made a person not stay mad at him. I was probably putty in his hands, putty, I tell you! He pulled me in for a kiss and I happily obliged. The kiss was one of the things I think I missed about him most. They were long and fun and very enjoyable if you ask me. There was something in the back of my mind, though, and it was bugging me. Trent's song.

"Will he do all these things like we used to?"

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