Trent opened his eyes. He had just woken up from a night's sleep. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. 8:12 a.m. The musician yawned after the long night he spent with Courtney. He was beginning to think that the night he spent with her was just a dream. That's exactly when he heard a knock on his door.

"Trent! Are you awake yet?"

Trent recognized that voice anywhere. Well, he wouldn't of recognized it if he hadn't spent the last two days with her. Obviously, it was Courtney. He heard another knock. "Yeah, I'm up. Hold on, let me unlock the door." He jumped out of bed and unlocked his door. Courtney walked in.

"Nice hair." Courtney teased.

Trent looked in the mirror that was on the opposite side of the room. His hair was a greasy mess. Then again, he just woke up. He hasn't gotten a chance to shower yet. He turned his attention back on Courtney. "Wow, she looks beautiful…" He thought.

"I brought you some breakfast if you haven't noticed yet." Courtney held up her tray of oatmeal, bacon, toast and eggs.

"Oatmeal? I don't really like oatmeal too much…"

Courtney put the tray on Trent's bed and patted his head. "Don't be silly, Trent. The oatmeal is for me. Girls have to eat too you know."

"Really? I had no idea!" Trent joked. Courtney put her hand over her mouth to prevent herself from laughing. Some giggles could be heard coming out from between her lips. Trent walked over to the tray of food. He picked up a piece of bacon. "Thanks for bringing me breakfast, but I have to get ready for the day. I just woke up a couple minutes ago."

"Oh no, did I wake you?"

"Nope. Actually, you knocked on my door at least a minute after I woke up."

"Oh, well that's good. You had fun last night, right?"

Trent blushed. It wasn't a dream after all! "Yeah, I had a blast. Why?"

"I'm just making sure, that's all." She innocently twirled her hair. "Do you want to hang out again today? I'll let you choose where we go…"

"Sounds like an interesting idea, but there's not really anywhere to go around these parts of Hawaii besides the beach, and there isn't much to do there unless you know how to surf."

"Bridgette knows how to surf. As a matter of fact, she's a professional."

"I thought I wasn't allowed to hang out with anyone but you for the rest of the week… That was part of the bet, remember?"

"I'll allow Bridgette. Besides, it's not like she's hanging out with you. She'll be hanging out with me."

"But Bridgette doesn't know about the bet…"

Courtney raised an eyebrow and smirked. Trent knew what that look meant.

"You told her, didn't you?"

"What did you expect, hun?" Courtney sat on Trent's bed and crossed her legs. "She's my best friend. I tell her everything."

"Everything, huh?" Trent smiled. "Maybe Bridgette knows if Courtney likes me or not!"

"Yeah, that's right. Bridge and I share everything. But all that information stays between the two of us." She looked directly into his eyes. "So don't get any smart ideas, wise guy."

Trent's eyes widened even thought Courtney was staring right into them. "Holy crap! Can she read my mind or something?"

"Is there something wrong, Trenty?"

"No not-"Trent paused, "Did you just call me Trenty?"

"Yeah, that's going to be my new nickname for you." She winked at him. Trent's face lit up again.

"I don't exactly have a nickname for you…" Trent stated.

"I don't care. I'm not exactly a huge fan of nicknames."

"Then why did you let Duncan call you Princess?"

"I didn't! I constantly told him to stop but he just didn't!" Courtney hissed, "He just loved getting under my skin and it pissed me off! I-"

Trent placed his hand on her cheek. She froze. "Just forget about him. You deserve much better than that juvenile asshole."

Courtney's knees felt like jelly, which made her think of green jelly. She shivered.

"Are you cold again?" Trent asked.

"No, I just thought of green jelly for a second…"

"Why…?"

"Oh… Well…" Courtney's cheek turned into a rosy color. She didn't want to admit to him that her knees felt like jelly because of his actions. "Because green jelly is gross and slimy… And that's exactly what Duncan is. Gross and slimy."

"Wow, you really hate him don't you?"

"Well, at least my lie worked, though technically it wasn't a lie. I'm so intelligent!" Courtney thought to herself. "Of course I hate him. Why wouldn't I? He cheated on me. I mean, who does that?"

"I'll tell you who does that, a heartless bastard."

"Oh, I love how he hates Duncan as much as I do…" Courtney let out a happy sigh.

"Thanks for the breakfast but I'm going to have to ask you to come back later. I have to take a shower and change clothes and comb my hair… You know, stuff like that."

"Oh, of course! When should I come back?"

"I don't know, an hour?" Trent estimated.

"Alrighty then. I'll go ask Bridgette to hang out with us on the beach later! Okay, see you in an hour, Trenty!" Courtney skipped out of the room.

"Trenty? Really Courtney?" He groaned. "She's pretty but her usage of nicknames isn't too great… Oh well, I'll have to get used to it."

Courtney knocked on Bridgette's door. "Bridgette?"

"Yeah?" A voice said from inside the room.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure! The door is unlocked!"

Courtney entered Bridgette's bedroom. She was lying on her bed watching television. It was just another rerun of Total Drama Action. Courtney bit her lower lip as she watched herself embarrassingly on the show as she cried over not receiving a prize from Chris even though she had figured out the combination to the cell and retrieving two DNA samples. "Do you have to be watching this?"

"What? We all have our embarrassing moments on T.V., especially when you're a contestant in the Total Drama series. I've had my embarrassing moment, like when I accidently cheated on Geoff for that idiot Alejandro."

"Well, Alejandro is pretty seductive."

Bridgette raised an eyebrow.

"What? It's true!"

The aftermath co-host rolled her eyes at her friend. "So why are you stopping by?"

"Trent and I are going surfing today. But since neither of us really know how to surf I was thinking, if you wanted to, you could tag along with us."

"Ah, I see. Going on another date with the guitarist, eh?"

Courtney felt her body heat up as her cheeks began to turn red. "It's not a date, Bridgette! You know I'm just doing this to make Gwen and Duncan jealous!"

"I hope you realize Gwen is actually happy that Trent is spending an unusual amount of time with you."

The brunette folded her arms in aggravation. "Yeah yeah. But that doesn't mean Duncan won't get jealous."

"Duncan didn't get jealous when Alejandro flirted with you and you flirted back." Bridgette pointed out.

"So? Like you said, Alejandro flirts with everybody! Trent isn't a player, so it would actually surprise Duncan, thereby making him somewhat jealous."

"Alright, if that's how you feel. So are you showing up for the Aftermath Show Friday night?"

Courtney shrugged. "I don't know, it'd be kind of awkward since Trent isn't allowed to exactly 'hang out' with anyone due to our bet. Plus Gwen will be there…"

"Well, I really think you should. It'd probably be your only chance to be on the Aftermath this season since it's almost over. Come to think of it, your bet was pretty useless."

"Not really. I mean, if I do lose then I'll have to be nice to him till the season is over, so I won't have to be nice for long."

"I suppose. Why is it that you don't like being nice? You were nice when we were back at Camp Wawanakwa up until Harold got you booted off."

Courtney gave Bridgette a look of disbelief.

"Wait, are you telling me you developed this violent personality because Harold forged the votes?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call my personality 'violent'… More like… Umm…"

"Aggressive?"

"No, no." Courtney shook her head. "You're using words that are frankly too strong."

"Ok, how about we change the subject?"

"Sounds fine with me. So are you tagging along today?"

"I don't really have anything better to do…" Bridgette admitted.

"Awesome! I'll head back with Trent in about 45 minutes or so."

"Okay! See you!"

"Later!" Courtney shut the door.

It had been at least an hour now. Trent didn't want to wait so he decided to head to Courtney's room. The door was strangely unlocked. Courtney was lying on her bed, staring directly at the ceiling.

"Are you okay?" Trent asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Huh?" Courtney looked up. "Oh hi Trent! I didn't realize you had come in! Oh, and I'm perfectly fine. Why do you ask?"

"Because you're staring at the ceiling. That's unnatural and it's what some people do when they're depressed."

"Good point… So are you ready to go?"

"Of course. That's why I came here."

"Okay. Bridgette said yes, so let's go get her." Courtney rolled out of her bed and grabbed Trent's hand. He smiled shyly. She dragged him out of her room and headed towards Bridgette's room. Bridgette was already standing outside her room waiting for the two teenagers. "Oh hey Bridge! I didn't think you would stand outside your room!"

"And I didn't think you would show up holding Trent's hand." Bridgette teased.

Courtney quickly let go. Both she and Trent blushed. Bridgette let out a giggle.

"So you're ready to go, right?" Courtney wondered.

"Of course; when have you ever known me to be unprepared?"

"Well there was that one time…"

Bridgette lightly punched Courtney's shoulder. "Oh shut up."

"Lighten up! I'm just teasing!"

"I know that, silly!"

The two friends laughed hysterically while Trent just stood there awkwardly. He never truly realized how weird two best girl friends could be until he was found staring directly at them. Is this what all girls were like when they're around their "BFF"? And at this point, Trent was beginning to feel invisible to the brunette and the blond considering that they appeared to forget about his presence and continually talk to each other. If this was how it was going to be, then he saw no hope for getting close to Courtney on that particular day…

…Or at least that's what he thought.

Sorry for taking so long, but I've been busy with school. To be honest, sophomore year appears to be THE hardest. Especially since I'm failing biology and get mountains of homework every night. I also got stuck on this chapter. But don't worry, I'll try to write the next one a lot faster… But before I do that, I have a U.S. History 1 essay to type or else I'll most likely fail… Oh crap I also have a map to do… I forgot about that… Screw it, I'm just typing the essay. Oh, I'm also sorry for this chapter being so short... I want to save the rest for the next chapter... ;) R&R!