The three teenagers headed down to the beach, which was simply behind the studio. Courtney and Bridgette headed into the changing rooms as they switched from their clothes to their bathing suits. This seemed pretty useless considering they could have just gotten changed in the studio then walk into the backyard. As for Trent, he simply wore his bathing suit like a pair of boxers, so he just stripped down to his bathing suit.

Courtney came out of her dressing room before Bridgette did. She wore her usual, bland, gray bikini. As she was putting her hair in a ponytail, Trent couldn't help but stare at the female. Despite his seemingly innocent appearance, he was just like every other teen male if you know what I mean.

When her hair was finally tied back, Courtney looked towards the musician and smiled. Her onyx-colored eyes were sparkling with the sunlight. He didn't know why, but he just loved how sparkly her eyes were. They made her appear to be so kind-hearted and sweet… Boy was that one hell of a lie.

Eventually, Courtney's smile began to fade. She raised an eyebrow at her newfound friend. Placing her hands on her hips, she decided to question him.

"Trent? Why are you looking at me? Hello?"

Trent obviously wasn't paying attention to a word Courtney was saying. Nope, he was lost in thought. Eventually, Courtney walked up to him and waved her hand in front of his face, snapping him back to reality.

"Hello? Anybody home?"

"Oh, sorry… I was daydreaming…"

"Clearly." Courtney looked uninterested.

Bridgette finally came out of the changing room and walked over to the two. "Okay, so who wants to learn how to surf first?"

Courtney and Trent glanced at each other. "Maybe you should go first…" Trent insisted.

"Okay!" Courtney chanted, "Let's go, Bridge! I'm so excited!"

Bridgette giggled. "Whatever you say."

As the two girls ran off, Trent couldn't help but sigh, knowing that he wouldn't get closer to Courtney that day. So he decided to sit in the sand and build a sand sculpture. After an hour or two, he managed to sculpt a guitar out of sand. It wasn't too big… or good for that matter. Now, Trent was holding a stick and drawing Courtney's face in the sand. As he looked up, he saw a happy Courtney walking towards him. He quickly rubbed his hand over his drawing and it vanished.

"Why are you rubbing the sand?" Courtney asked.

"Who, me? No reason…" Trent claimed.

The CIT rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She turned her attention onto Trent's sand guitar. "Nice sand sculpture." She lied. Honestly, she thought it looked like crap.

"Really? Thanks! I don't really think it came out all that great so it's nice to hear that-"

"Bridgette wants you." Courtney interrupted.

"For what?"

"Your surfing lesson, remember? I went first and now it's your turn. It's only fair. Besides, surfing isn't as hard as it looks." The brunette explained.

"Oh yeah… Well, might as well get it over with."

Trent walked towards the blonde surfer while Courtney took a seat in Trent's previous spot. She stared at his sand guitar for a few minutes, and then glanced over at Trent and Bridgette, who were now in the water. She looked back at the sculpture.

"I can make a sand violin that will make Trent's guitar look even more like crap." Courtney smirked.

"I have to be honest, I'm pretty damn nervous…" Trent said shyly.

"Don't worry, surfing is easy."

"Yeah and that's easy for you to say."

"Trent I promise I won't let anything happen to you!"

"Does that include getting eaten by sharks?"

Bridgette laughed, "Maybe."

Trent's pupils shrunk with fear as he looked down to observe his surfboard.

"I am, and I'm officially afraid of getting killed while surfing…"

"Trent, just relax."

Trent looked over to Courtney, who was busy working on her sand sculpture. He took a deep breath, "okay, I'll try."

Placing his feet upon the surfboard, Trent attempted to keep his balance, but easily fell off (considering they're in the water). Bridgette placed her hand over her mouth in order to stop herself from laughing. Trent got back on his feet and crossed his arms with annoyance.

"I hate this."

"You just need to focus more on your balance and not get side-tracked."

Trent glanced back over to Courtney. How could he not get side-tracked if she was the only thing on his mind?

"You're distracted."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because your eyes are all over Courtney. You like her, don't you?"

"No!" Trent argued, "I still have a thing for Gwen."

"Yes, because that totally explains why you've got your eyes all over another girl and she's the only person you've hung out with other than me for the past couple days."

"Well that's because we had a bet!"

"Yeah, okay. You totally like her."

"Shut up."

"Trent and Courtney sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

Trent blushed, "what are you? 5?"

"Just admit it and I'll leave you alone."

Trent groaned, "Fine, I like her. Happy?"

Bridgette smirked, "Yes, I am."

"Why do you care anyway?"

"Because Courtney is my best friend."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

Bridgette frowned, "Do you want me to teach you or not?"

"Not."

At this point, Bridgette was aggravated. This was very rare for someone as kind-hearted as her. Letting out a deep breath in order to calm herself down, Bridgette picked up the unused surfboard and simply walked away from the dark-haired musician.

"Does this mean I'm not going to learn how to surf? Bridgette? Hello?" Trent called out to her, but she continued to walk away. Once again glancing at his newfound love, he finally worked up the nerve to walk towards her and start up a conversation similar to ones they've had in the past.

"Hey." Trent greeted.

"Hey, how'd the lesson go?"

"Crappy. I didn't really learn anything except how to fall off a surfboard."

Courtney looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, "if you didn't learn anything then what were the two of you doing that entire time?"

"We were just talking…" Trent laid down on the wet sand.

"About what?"

Courtney's curiosity was starting to get on Trent's nerves. It's not like he wanted to tell her that they were talking about his crush on the CIT.

"Nothing, it's not important, okay?"

Courtney lowered her eyebrows and frowned. "Fine, don't tell me. I can't believe you don't trust me after everything we've been through within the past few days."

Trent bit his lower lip, "it's not that I don't trust you! It's just; I'm not exactly comfortable talking about it. It was hard enough trying to talk to Bridgette about it, but she pressured me."

"So, what? You have a hard time when you're under pressure?"

"Not exactly, I can play my guitar perfectly when I'm under pressure, but Bridgette was just being pretty irritable."

"Yeah, she tends to do that sometimes. It's kind of rare though."

In an attempt to change the subject, Trent focused his attention on Courtney's sand violin. "I like your violin. It looks a hell of a lot better than my guitar."

"Thanks. Are you sure you can't tell me what you two were talking about?"

"Damn…" Trent thought. "Yes, I'm sure."

"But I really want to know…" Courtney made a puppy face at Trent.

"But I don't want to tell you…"

Courtney scooted closer, making Trent's face turn red. "Please tell me, I won't tell a soul, I swear…"

"I… Can't…"

Courtney could tell Trent was slipping. She couldn't stop begging now. She practically crawled on top of him. "Pretty please…"

"We were talking about how…" Trent cut himself off.

"How what?"

"How I… Like you…" Trent mumbled under his breath. Courtney heard every word he said and her face lit up just like his.

"R-really?"

Trent rubbed the back on his neck, "well, yeah."

"That's… sweet."

"You can get off me now…" Trent told her.

"I don't think I want to…"

The two smiled at each other. Suddenly, Courtney leaned in and kissed him. The kiss lasted quite a while until Trent broke away. His smile grew wider, and so did Courtney's.

"Aw!" A voice said, causing the two to jump. It was none other than Bridgette. They completely forgot she was there. "You two are so cute together!"

"Um… Bridge, do you mind?" Courtney asked, irritated.

"Sorry… I'll just head back, okay? See you there, lovebirds." Bridgette teased. She grabbed a hold of the three surfboards and headed towards the Aftermath Studios.

Trent stared into Courtney's charcoal-colored eyes while Courtney stared into Trent's emerald-colored eyes. She ran her fingers through his long, black hair. The two laid there for a while, until one of them broke the silence.

"So, while you were with Bridgette… I found something for you…" Trent announced.

"Oh?"

"You're going to have to get off me so I can show you."

Courtney fell backwards (on purpose) and Trent sat up. Reaching into the back pocket of his bathing suit, he pulled out a cockle sea shell. The former Team Amazon member gasped with joy as she observed the shell. It was orange and pink. "Oh Trent, it's so pretty!"

"It reminded me of you because both the shell and your hair are wavy."

Courtney giggled, "That's a tad corny, don't you think?"

"Nope." The mime-fearing teen handed the shell over to her.

"I love it…" Courtney admitted. It reminded her of Duncan's skull carving that he gave her when she got voted off the island. This saddened her a bit, but that didn't get in the way of her unusual optimism. Taking her eyes off the shell, she gave Trent an unexpected hug.

"I think it's time we head back and get some lunch." Courtney told him as she let go.

"Yeah, I'm getting pretty hungry."

The brunette held out her hand and Trent grabbed it. The two headed back to the studios, holding hands, thereby confirming their newfound relationship.

xx

Don't get upset, it's not over yet. That's right! IT'S NOT OVER! :] Mwahahahahahahaha! What's a good fanfiction without a twist? Oh, and I realize the ending to this chapter is very corny. But what did you expect from ME? Almost all of my stories are corny. ;) I'd start the next chapter now (which I've been planning ever since I started this) but I have to go take a shower for school tomorrow. BOO! I DON'T LIKE SCHOOL! R&R!