authors note: sorry, this chapter is so short! but i feel like it kind of just fit. hope yall like it. also, REVIEW! i know you're reading this... dont even try to lie! so please please please review, it makes me so happy. and subscribe for updates! i'm updating a lot before i leave THIS SATURDAY.

disclaimer: song is Use Somebody by Kings of Leon, but personally, i prefer Margaret Durante's version better. CHECK IT OUT! ps-i dont own the mentalist, but yall already know dat.

I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody

For once, the team had the weekend off. So, after VanPelt's suggestion, the team headed to the local park for a Saturday afternoon of fun and relaxation. The boys were throwing Frisbee, while VanPelt, Cho's "female friend", and Lisbon sat relaxing, enjoying watching the boys goof off.

The weather was beautiful; the sun was shining, gigantic cotton candy clouds were floating above, it was warm, and there was a slight warm breeze. The perfect way to start off the summer.

Someone like you and all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you

The boys ran over, and grabbed up the girls. Patrick, admiring Teresa's soft red flowery sundress, picked her up and swung her around, enjoying her innocent squeals. Grace and Wayne were getting intimate under the tree, and Cho his girl were laying down on the blankets, reading a book under the shade.

Giggling uncontrollably, Grace and Teresa got caught up in a game of keep away with their guys. The sun was beginning to set, so they all gathered upon a hill and began to watch the sky change to shades of pink, orange, and purple. The temperature was slowly falling to a more comfortable cool, and the atmosphere of the six friends also became more relaxed.

Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice

VanPelt was leaning up against Rigsby's chest, Cho and Zoe were holding hands, and Lisbon and Jane were sitting side by side, hands almost touching. They all silently admired the transition of day to night, relaxing peacefully with the people that meant the most to them.

I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see

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