Chapter 4

Courtney's POV

Once I pulled into my driveway, and shut my car off.

"We're here!" I said sing-song tune. Trent smiled at my goofiness and got out the car, and started walking up to my door. I got out and followed him to my door and opened it. I walked in and turned the foyer light on. Trent walked behind me, and stood in the foyer. I looked at him, and took his jacket and hung it on the coat rack.

"Well, you know where everything is. Make yourself at home, if you're hungry go ahead and eat. And you left some clothes over here the last time you were here. So I put them in the top draw in the guest room." I said as I took my coat off and hung it on the rack.

"Okay boss." Trent said with a joking smile, I smiled back then went upstairs to my room. As soon as I got in I closed the door, dropped my purse on the floor, and collapsed on my bed.

Trent loves Megan. I thought.

Well of course he loves her! That's his girlfriend! My conscious yelled at me

That doesn't mean he can't have feeling about anyone else!

Oh like Duncan. He loved you and Gwen at the same time. Do you want to be a 'Gwen' to Megan?

Noo. That's not what I'm saying!

Then what are you saying!? My conscious yelled at me. I covered my face and groaned.

"I don't know what I'm saying." I mumbled into my hands.

'We were the kings and queens of promise

We were the victims of ourselves

Maybe the children of a lesser god

Between heaven and hell, Heaven and hell.' My cell phone rang out, I slide my hands off my face. I sat up and grabbed my phone out of my purse, then looked to see who was calling.

Heather.

"Hey Heather." I said as answering the phone.

"Courtney, how are you?" She asked

"I'm good, and you?"

"I'm as good as I'm going to get. So I have everything ready for the case. When do you think you'll be able to come?" She asked. I sighed, and ran my fingers through my hair.

"I guess I'll come Sunday, and we'll get the case going on Monday. Sounds good?" I asked her.

"Yeah sounds great! " Heather yelled in the phone.

"So I guitar boy coming too? Or just you? Do you remember your way around town? Do you need me to meet you at the border?" Heather bombarded me with random questions.

"He is asking his girlfriend right now if she minds him coming. No, I don't need you to meet me at the border. I remember everything just fine." I said to her as I lay back on my bed.

"Hmm, girlfriend. I think you should be his girlfriend. Or at least friends with benefits or something. You need to spice up your life! "Heather told me, I could tell she was thinking of all the 'Spice' she has had in her life so far.

"Heather I don't need any spice in my life." I am perfectly fine. Besides I had enough spice when I was younger. I'm too mature to be fooling around." I said remembering my wild teenage years, with a slight smile. Heather laughed on the phone.

"Honey… you are still young. And your teenage years weren't that spicy compared to mine. All I'm saying is that if you want guitar boy. Go for him. I mean he can't be that bad. And SO WHAT if he has a girlfriend. They are bound to break up at some point." Heather said. I groaned. I was getting tired of talking about Trent.

"Heather." I pushed. She huffed.

"Well I'm just saying. Don't let this guy go if you really have feelings for him. That's all that matters really." She said.

"I guess…. Well imma take a shower. I'll see you Sunday."

"Bye." She said then hung up. I sighed and brought my legs to my chest. Heather was right in a way.

Trent is a good guy.

But he has a girlfriend.

I sighed. Whatever. I don't need Trent as a boyfriend. I got up and walked to my dresser and pulled out my pj's and started walking towards my bathroom. But before I got to the bathroom a knock came from the door.

"Court, are you awake?" Trent said from outside the door.

"Umm yeah. Come in." I said. Trent walked in wearing basketball shorts and a black t-shirt.

"I just got off the phone with Megan. She said she doesn't mind. She said the time she has will let her get some of her art ideas out of her head and onto the canvas." Trent said leaning against my doorframe. I smiled.

"Cool, we are leaving on Sunday. So you can get your clothes tomorrow." I said to Trent.

"Sound good. Well I will leave you to your shower." Trent said. I looked at him confused. How the hell did he know? I guess he saw the confusion on my face. Because he answered my question.

"Your hold your underwear and pj's ." he said with a smile.

"By the way, they look nice." He said as he walked out of my room closing the door. I could feel the blood rush up to my face. I looked down to my undies. The wear just black and silver zebra print. Guys. I walked into bathroom and took my quick shower. Then went to bed.

The smells of blueberry pancakes filled my nose. I rose from my bed and looked at the clock. 8:27a.m. I yawned while I got out my bed and stretched. I went to my bathroom and looked in the mirror. I looked pretty good on a Saturday morning. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Then I put my hair into a messy bun. I slipped on my slippers and started watching into the kitchen.

Once I got downstairs I heard 'Stairway to Heaven' playing quietly from the kitchen. I walked in there to see Trent cooking bacon shirtless. I couldn't help myself from looking away from that nicely toned body. It looked so good, I could like whipped cream off of it. I could stare at him all day, but I won't. I decided to walk in casually like I hadn't been staring at his hot body minutes ago.

"Smells delish. I said walking behind him to look at exactly what he was making. Blueberry pancakes, bacon, and a cup of freshly cut fruit. Trent looked over at me, then handed me a plate and a bowl.

"Hope you don't mind. I was starving." He said as he finished cooking his bacon. I shrugged the sat at the breakfast bar and watched Trent make his plate.

"It's okay. As long as I get a plate I'm cool. "I said as I started eat my breakfast. Trent got his bowl and plate and sat next to me at the breakfast bar.

"How you sleep?" I asked him.

"Good. You guest bedroom is so relaxing. It's like my own little vacation room." Trent said, and then began eating his food.

"Ha, your own little vacation room. That's nice." I said with a smile. The rest of breakfast was silent minus the music that played quietly through the room. I got up and put my dishes in the dishwasher.

"Trent get ready to go. Once I get my bag packed were going to your place and then heading to the New York." I said while washing my hands.

"I thought we were leaving Sunday." Trent said as her walked over and put his dishes in the dishwasher.

"We were, but I really just want to go now, and get the whole thing over with." I said as I started walking back to my room. Trent followed me up the stairs.

"Okay, I'll be ready when you are." Trent said as he walked over to the guest bedroom. I walked back to my room and headed straight for my closet, and pulled out my Lwei Vuitton suitcases. I pulled the biggest of the three suitcases out and laid it on my bed. Then got out my Lwei Vuitton laptop bag and said it by my bed on the floor. I threw the other suitcases on the floor, and then began packing my suitcase with random nice looking clothes. Knowing Heather we'll probably go to a club or a fancy restaurant. So I also packed so party appeal. I went to my bathroom, and took a quick shower. Once I got out I put on dark wash jeans and a black long sleeve t-shirt. Then I packed all my hygiene stuff. I walked back into my room and grabbed my laptop bag and headed to my office. I put my laptop and all my paper regarded the case into the bag. I sighed contently.

"Finished packing." I huffed as I walked back to my room. I picked up my purse and check the time before leave the room 10:59. I smiled. Good time in packing. I grabbed all my bags and started walking out of my room.

"Trent! I'm done packing are you ready?" I yelled as I walked with my bags toward the stairs. Trent came out his room dressed in black jeans and an Irish green long sleeve shirt.

"Need a hand?" He asked as he grabbed my bags, and headed down the stairs.

"Thanks." I said as I followed him outside to the car. I unlocked the door and popped the truck and help Trent load it with my suitcase and other bags. Once we finished, we both got in the car and I started driving towards Trent's apartment.

Author's Note

Ahh… I feel bad for not getting this up sooner. It's been finished on my computer for a while. Well next chapter should be a good one. This chapter was supposed to be longer.. But I decided to cut it here. Well guys review, let me know what you're thinking. I still have feelings for this story but.. They are slowly fading. You guys are my inspiration.! Let me know I still have readers out there. : )

Lovee Anna