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Blue Rose Petals by CrystalNeonSummerSnow


Summary: Bridgette and Trent had a feeling it was coming, but didn't have a feeling about something too prodigious to happen along the way...

Ch. 1: Friends Forever

I felt frozen in the snow. Frozen and powerless. Looking at that tombstone inscription, I never wanted to leave him: my forlorn lover Geoff. Remembering the casket sinking into the Earth, I feel like a part of my heart died, too. As the white ashes kept falling from the sky, my happiness dissolved even more. I didn't even know what happened, but I do remember this: he picked the wrong time to leave me.

Since our brutal make-out sessions on Total Drama, my strict father wouldn't let me anywhere near Geoff; all those weeks of protest finally came to a dramatic end. I tried to talk him out of it, but that's when I got the call from Courtney.

Bridgette? Hello, Bridgette? Quick! Come to the hospital! Geoff's in bad shape!

Racing down toward Bridgepoint, I just wondered what was happening to Geoff. Why was he in the hospital? What happened?

And then the worst question: Will he die?

The minute I walked through the door, everyone looked at me in sympathy. I had a very bad feeling of what has befallen. The nurse nodded at me and said,

" We'll do what we can."

Running into the room, even the glow of the moon on Geoff's burnished blond hair made me worry.

" Hey, babe."

I didn't even bother to say hello, I just asked what happened that caused this ordeal.

" I dunno. All I know is that I was signing autographs after an Aftermath rehersal, and then -- bam! I zapped out like that, girl."

I'm still suprised that he would keep his cool when he was turning weak. I knew instantly what was happening. There was no point for the nurse's illusive excuse to hide the truth: Geoff was dying.

Dying, I thought, Dying? I didn't even know what was wrong and there he was, dying! I gave him a small kiss and shed a tear, but he smiled and handed me his hat and Abercrombie jacket.

" Take these things to remember me, party girl. Okay?" he murmured before closing his ao blue eyes. I could've said a million things, I could've cried for him, I could've told him everything I felt about him, but all I murmured back was a sad, " OK...."

So here I am, in the Jargon graveyard with the most flower-decorated grave of all. I tried my best not to cry, but just thinking of how much I'll miss him stuck the bullseye on my target. I saw the world differently before my eyes; the sky is just a wide-spread of red twilight and the grass is just shards of green angst to try and break our fall. The worst part of Geoff's sudden death? My father.

" Bridgette, sweetie, let's face facts. Geoff was a lusty player and his death did us a good favor."

" A good favor of what, exactly?"

" Well, we can X out my possible plan with the Planned Parenthood organization."

He quickly bit his lip as he saw how red my face got. I smacked the "plan" out of his hands and yelled,

" Why is it that whenever I go out on a date, you worry that I've been fooling around? Dating isn't like this Sims game where you press a magical button for "Woohoo" or "Try for baby"! And you know what, if you think that falling in love is a bad thing, don't bother asking!"

I stormed to my ultramarine Corvette and drove off.

That was the first time I ever stormed away from Dad. Even when my face was past sangria red, I still wouldn't have faced off against his intellect. Still, he was being so sadistic that he didn't even realize how much Geoff meant to me. Even if I was just sexually attracted, he still meant the world to me. With the gentle graze of autumn leaves against my cheeks, that was the only good feeling I felt that day.... Well, that and running into the only guy I could use for emotional support -- Trent.

Trent and I have been friends forever since we met in 1st grade; from catching butterflies to standing up for him on Total Drama Action Aftermath, we were inseparable.

I found him in the park weeping quietly; almost like his tears were watering the sod. I sat next to him and asked what was wrong. He didn't say a word at first, but he grabbed a torn piece of loose leaf paper and handed it to me.

" Aking kasintahan Gwen namatay..."

Oh great, I thought annoyed, Filipino language.

At least I have an aunt that can translate any language.

I knocked on her door loudly.

" Bridgette, honey? Is that you?"

" Yes, Aunt Charice."

She introduced herself with her smile.

" Come on in, sweetie. I just finished my gardening. Is there something you'd like?"

She regreted asking once I showed her the note. She shook her head and hugged me tight.

" I'm afraid Trent's translating skills didn't work this time."

" Why? What happened?"

She took out her laptop and scanned the note. My heart was a beating drum while scanning. When finished, the finally beating stopped.

" My girlfriend Gwen died..."

That's why he was so upset: Gwen died, too. Aunt Charice handed me a white diamond ring saying it was a "white mourning ring" that could release any drop of depression he has in him. I was a bit hesitant about giving a ring to Trent too soon after my soulmate's death. She whispered to me, " Geoff would want you to be happy with whoever." I hugged and thanked her, and drove to all the cemeteries in Ontario. At the final one, I saw a preserved shadow inder a dead cherry blossom tree. Trent...

" Rest in Park Lawn, my sweet."

He was pretty suprised to see me standing under corroding iron gates. Reluctantly reaching in my pockets, he asked,

" What are you doing here?"

When I got the ring, I turned to his confused eyes, and said,

" I heard about your loss and I have a little gift for you."

He stared at the ring in suprise.

" Gwen was a special person to you. Even though my friendship with her was wrecked, I hate to see you upset."

He kept staring at the ring, but then lifted his orbes towards me, hugged me closer to him, and whispered, " You're a great friend, Bridgette."

I snuck back into my room while Dad was sleeping and surfed the net a little from Twitter updates to fan images on Fanpop.com; I'm happy that they didn't make images of me and my tounge stuck to a pole. The last thing I clicked on was my e-mail inbox. I was oblivious at first, but I found this one message with the subject, " I was wondering..."

Hey Bridge, I just wanted to say thank you for the ring and all your sympathy. You're such a caring friend. Umm, I was originally going to go on a ping-pong date with Gwen before she died, but after hearing about your boyfriend's death, I was wondering if you'd like to come instead.

-Trent

I just smiled.

The next day, I came to his garage with the paddle in my hand. He turned around happily.

" Hey, Bridge."

" Hi."

We played continuously throughout the day, laughing and scoring. I don't know if it was me or the ring that made him feel better, but he was coming along pretty well. Throughout autumn, we went on other dates like movies or cafe dates or just hanging out. One day when I was heading to the park again, Dad stopped me at the door.

" Sweetie, where are you going?"

" To the park to meet up with Trent."

" Bridgette, I admit that I was a bit harsh cause I didn't pay my respects to Geoff, but I don't know if Trent is trustworthy either."

" Look Dad, ever since I was 13, you worry that I'm gonna go all the way with the first boy I meet. Don't you trust me?"

" Well........ Be back before 10."

Meeting Trent all over again in the park was just as cool as the begining. We looked around from roses to wildflowers.

" Wow... Edwards Gardens is as beautiful as it was 9 years ago."

" It sure is....."

He then turned to me and said,

" Do you remember how we first met?"

" Yeah," I chuckled. " We got lost on the field trip here on this trail, trying to catch butterflies. When we caught the same one with our nets, ever since then, we've been friends."

" It's still been memorable since."

Noticing my blushed cheeks, I turned to him and said,

" Trent, I really like you. No guy would have such a caring heart or a trustworthy personality like you."

At that moment, he felt silent. Somehow, the word trustworthy really scared him. He shook his head and said sheepishly,

" There's something you should know..."

Ch. 2: The Truth Is...

Recap:

" Why is it that whenever I go on a date, you worry that I've been fooling around? Dating isn't like this Sims game where there's this magical button for "Woohoo" or "Try for baby"! And you know what, if you think falling in love is a bad thing, don't bother asking!"

---

She took out her laptop and scanned the note. My heart was a beating like a drum while scanning. When finished, the beating finally stopped

" My girlfriend Gwen died..."

---

At that moment, he felt silent. Somehow, the word trustworthy really scared him. He shook his head and said sheepishly,

" There's something you should know..."

I stood silent for a moment. What was Trent talking about? Is there a secret involved? He looked down at the ground and handed me the note again. He unfolded a dog-ear at the bottom left corner and it revealed something shocking: a bloodstain. I could tell it wasn't the red ink cause of the brownish tint.

" Trent, please tell me this isn't what I think it is." I warned with a raised eyebrow.

He sighed a visible breath and said,

" I'm afraid so. The truth is, Gwen and Geoff were----"

Then out of nowhere, a lunky, ominous crime agent appeared and covered my friend's mouth. I was rigid with fear, but he chuckled softly and said,

" Don't you worry, little lady. Your boyfriend here is not under arrest, but I do request that you stay right here like a good girl would; Trent and I need to chat in the alley for a moment."

Uh oh, I thought. If someone takes you in an alley to talk, you know you're in trouble.

" Trent, I'm not gonna hurt you, but I mean serious business. If you tell that annoying, I mean attractive, girl about our classified information, her life could be put in danger."

" Dr. Dean, I know I should stay quiet, but I really like Bridgette, and---"

Then he pulled out a gun and said,

" Listen, crime agency is like a video game; if you make a wrong move, you're out; make more than one wrong move, you lose a life, and you have only one life, don't ya? If you win by listening to me and doing whatever I say, you and Bridgette will be OK, but if you lose by refusing, well..... [shoots a garbage can and the bullet hits a passing pigeon] you get the point."

Huh, usually on NCIS they don't normally threaten the eyewitness when they refuse to listen. I didn't want to get involved in such violent terms, but Trent would never keep a secret from me even if it's to protect me. I followed the violent agent in my Corvette with my hoodie up, trying not to be noticed.

" Here's the note, Cherry."

" Thank you."

Aunt Charice? She's a crime agent? No wonder she could be able to translate perfectly. So, looks like my trustworthy homemaking aunt is an agent.

I stood outside the lab for hours, but nothing exciting happened yet.

" So, how's investigation?"

" We're in a slump; Margerita and I have been on the computer for hours and the blood evidences don't seem to match to this stain."

" What a shame... I mean, for the case." he corrected.

She looked at him funny and said,

" You know, since Issac D.'s death, you've been acting very strange lately."

" Well, it's just I've changed greatly for him."

" We barely even remember if we had an Issac D; he's been dead for 4 years."

".... Let's get back to the the scanning."

Being the klutzy girl I was, I stumbled over a few garbage cans. When he opened the door and saw me, he didn't look happy.

" You! You're that punk surfer girl I saw in the park! Why I oughta---"

Before he could mangle me, Aunt Charice's distant question saved me.

Dr. Dean? Are you OK? Is someone out there?

" Uhh, I'm alright. There's this little girl here and I think she got lost and needs a ride home in my rental Corvette. Oh, you sweet precious..."

Then when we got to my car, he muttered angrily,

" ...Annoying nosy little stalker."

While we were heading home, I was awkwardly silent throughout the ride. Professional or not, I was very intimidated by him. He turned to the corner of his eyes.

" Look, I'm sorry if I had lost my temper at you back there, but crime agency is a risky business and most of the time newcomers like you won't make it. Especially with the obstacle."

" What obstacle?"

" Y'ever heard of Wolf Gang?"

I nodded.

Wolf Gang is the scariest (if not, the sneakiest) murderer in Toronto. He could probably kill 12 people and still not get caught. Whoever or whatever he was, he still frightens me.

" I see. Too afriaid to talk about him. Well, I get it. That man has risky business written on the back of his hand. So, that's why I need to protect you."

" You have a funny way of doing that..."

He slapped me. Even though he said it was gentle, that still hurt! When we got out of my car (well, he threw me out.), he grabbed me by the hoodie and said,

" Just keep this between us and... [rips the hood off] this won't be you."

He disappeared in the rain....

Now with the school year coming close to the middle, I didn't know how to feel about Trent and all this risky business. Sure, he complimented my new look and still shared the work in science lab, but friends don't normally hide stuff from each other.

One day in winter, I had a feeling today would be when he'd tell me, but instead Aunt Charice called and told me to come over to her house to talk about something important. That's when I got worried.

She sat me down, gave me a cup of herbal tea, and then her aureolin orbs drooped down.

" Bridgette, I have something important to tell you...."

I looked down at the tea leaves in the form of a raven; in tasseography class, that means bad luck. I knew she was gonna say it; no doubt about it.

" Gwen and Geoff were murdered by Wolf Gang, weren't they?"

She looked at me shocked for a moment, but then took me back to her lab where she scanned the note. She examined the bloodstain on the note and showed pics of the blood on the Aftermath stage and the blood in the alley (it helpped that both Gwen and Geoff were AB+).

The blood found on the Aftermath stage was AB+ and, but it didn't match the bloodstain cause Wolf Gang added something to throw them off track: he deoxygenated the blood and stole a test tube filled with a liquid containing diabetic cells to make them think Geoff was bleeding and passed out cause of diabetes (well, he did say he was diabetic.). But Aunt Charice noticed something: a neutrophil white blood cell was leaking out of his back and one of its lobes was missing from when the bullet struck him.

Gwen's blood was still oxygenated, but Wolf Gang slashed her back with a steak knife instead so he could wash off the blood and hide it in the cooking class across the street. Well, she and Dr. Dean had the kitchen shut down to investigate. Aunt Charice found the steak knife, but it was clean as a whistle.... or so it looked like it. She put the knife under a microscope and she found three AB+ red blood cells on the tip of the blade.

She took off her glasses and whispered sympatheticly,

" I'm so sorry."

My citrine eyes gazed over at the Tuscan columms in the corner; they were cracked and weakened.... just like my hope.

" Please, Mr. Landers, I need to talk to Bridgette."

" No! You've cause my daughter enough pain."

" It's alright Dad. He can come in."

He looked suspiciously at Trent and sighed while walking into the garage.

" So, I guess your aunt told you, didn't she?"

" Yes."

" Look, Bridge, I'm so sorry I lied to you about Geoff and Gwen, but its just----"

I put my sun-tan finger up to his lips and said,

" You needed to protect me from Wolf Gang, and I get it. In fact, I found out about it before Aunt Charice even told me."

His mossy green orbs of confusion widened a little.

" Yes, I was a little angry at first, but then Dr. Dean told me about Mr. Gang and.... well, he very much scares me the most. So, I have to say, I give much thanks to you for protecting me, but lemme ask, what was it like at..... Gwen's funeral?"

I bit my lip so hard, I swear I could taste blood. Why did I ask that? That's not even a little dose of sensitivity. I was about to take it back, but then he pulled out a tape. He said it was a tape his mother recorded when they were at the funeral. It started out an eulogy from the church pastor, then the sound of people weeping, and then tribute they gave to Gwen at the podium; the most touching speeches were done by 3 people that were the least likely to cry for her: Courtney Tanner, Heather Malone, and Noah O'Hara.

Courtney's started out the most teary. She was Gwen's second worst enemy since Total Drama Action and World Tour cause of one good reason: Duncan.

See, Gwen's reputation was on the brink when Courtney's relationship with the bad boy crumbled cause of her. Ever since, the two girls have been sworn enemies with the insults and the fights and the backstabbing, so it was shocking actually seeing Courtney's ash grey dress brush up against the casket while walking up to the podium.

Courtney: Hello, I am Courtney Megan Bell Tanner, one of Gwen's sworn enemies. I know it's very suprising even seeing me here after all that has happened before, but all I really wanted to say was that..... I'll really miss her. Sure, I described her as the gothic backstabbing hussy that stole Duncan from my palms, but we were like...... [sheds a few tears] Sorry. We were like sisters; with all the fighting and hating, we knew we didn't mean it. And now with her gone, I wish I actually..... apologized. [walks off podium crying quietly]

For Heather and Noah's tributes, there's didn't seem as heartfelt as Courtney's, but they did walk off the podium with tear-stained eyes. Heather was Gwen's public enemy #1 cause of the whole diary ordeal and Noah never really showed even a little emotion at times so he never had anything much to do with Gwen, but they did really show their caring sides durring the speeches.

Heather: Hey. I guess you probably remember me, the sneaky formerly bald mink that likes to backstab Gwen and others, but mostly Gwen. But I guess now I have to admit the reason I was so mean to her was because I was, dare I say it, intimidated by such a quick-witted girl like her. She was good competition and I couldn't let her get in the way, but now suprisingly with that smart little bat actually out of the way..... for good..... now I feel like my success is now defeat. Thank you. [leaves the podium weeping]

Noah: [clears throat] I never really gave a caring speech at a funeral before and Gwen and I haven't known each other enough for me to feel comepletely heartbroken, but I do admit, I will really miss her cause, in her own way, she was smart and a team player. Maybe I'm turning mental, but I guess a part of my heart was actually beating for her, even though it's never meant to be. [sheds a tearline] She will be forever missed by everyone. [leaves shedding tears]

I was actually crying a little while watching. I wished I knew about it so I could've been there for her. Trent wrapped his arm around my shoulders and hugged me tight; a few droplets traced into my bangs, but I didn't care. At least we were both mourning for our beloveds. I kissed Trent's cheek gently and whispered,

" You're such a great friend."

He smiled in return.

The next day at school, even though I had a brighter face on, that face disappeared when I realized something: Trent wasn't there. He didn't come to school that day, or the next day, or the next. He was gone for a whole week. I came over to Trent's house to see if he was sick and something scarier happened: he wasn't home.

His mother was pacing the floor and his father groaned.

" Didn't he leave like a little note to tell you he left?"

His father stumbled through his pockets and pulled out a note that said Trent was out "doing something important". I promised that I'd find him soon, but his parrents giggled and said I was being sweet, but that it's impossible to find one person in the huge city of Toronto.

I'm use to being turned down as the hero.

I ran into Cody while I was having a picnic alone on the hill.

" Hey, Bridgette."

" Hi. So, I thought you and Izzy were working on a plan to stink bomb the principal's office. What happened?"

" Well, Izzy decided to take this plan solo." he said after smiling his signature beaver-faced smile.

While Owen is in the hospital cause of broken leg, Izzy needed a friend to hang out with and she decided to pick Cody. She called him C-scope and they work on funny plans for whatever crazy idea popped in her head. In fact, Cody admitted he even grew to like like Izzy a little, but he said he'll leave her to Owen since they're best friends.

He stopped smiling once he noticed my sad look down at my salami sandwich.

" Look, Trent said he'll come back to school tomorrow. He's not injured or sick, but he said he was doing something important for you."

My eyes shined at the thought.

Ch. 3: Heroes

Recap:

" Listen, crime agency is like a video game; if you make a wrong move, you're out; make more than one wrong move, you lose a life, and you have only one life, don't ya? If you win by listening to me and doing whatever I say, you and Bridgette will be OK, but if you lose by refusing, well..... [shoots a garbage can and the bullet hits a passing pigeon] you get the point."

---

She took off her glasses and whispered sympatheticly,

" I'm so sorry."

My citrine eyes gazed over at the Tuscan columms in the corner; they were cracked and weakened.... just like my hope.

---

I was actually crying a little while watching. I wished I knew about it so I could've been there for her. Trent wrapped his arm around my shoulders and hugged me tight; a few droplets traced into my bangs, but I didn't care. At least we were both mourning for our beloveds. I kissed Trent's cheek gently and whispered,

" You're such a great friend."

He smiled in return.

---

" Look, Trent said he'll come back to school tomorrow. He's not injured or sick, but he said he was doing something important for you."

My eyes shined at the thought.

---

I knew something big was gonna happen that day. I got a text from Trent saying to meet him at the bus stop after school. Finally, I was gonna see hin again. Then he'd tell me what he did and whatever it was, it must be something with care. I really missed Trent that week, cause after that tender kiss I left on his cheek, I actually felt a spark in my nerves; almost like..... love.

I waited in the sleet; at least I wore a new hoodie that day. My fawning over Trent was interrupted by a rustling in the bushes. I tried to ignore it, but it continued throughout the next hour. I turned my head and saw something not so unusual -- Sierra and her new friend Lindsay watching Cody from the bushes.

" Sierra? Get out of there, you girls can't stay in the sleet for this long without an umbrella or a hoodie or something. Girls? Girls?"

They didn't move.

I got scared for a moment, but quickly did something; I already lost two good people, and I was not going to lose two more. My stiff hand hovered over the unconscious girls.

Whew, I thought, they're still breathing.

I picked them up, placed them on my back, and tried to run to the nearest hospital. On the way over there, there was a big fight going on in the center of the city. I was oblivious to who the criminal was at first,but he was operating a crane and was tossing cars all over. I quickly ducked, but only barely missed.

He turned to me and my friends with the shards of glass in our hair, and he screamed,

" YOU! The punk surfer!"

It was Wolf Gang! I ran for my blinking life, but he quickly pulled out an Astra 400 and tried to shoot at me like a hunter tries to shoot a deer. I escaped with my friends in one piece, but the gun-shooting ended up with three bullets in Sierra's leg and two in Lindsay's. The hospital I ended up in was the same hospital that Geoff's death took place, so I wasn't a strange face.

The nurse looked at the injured benunbed girls, and didn't say a word. Soon came the paramedics, the doctors, the surgeons, even the interns, and then, away they went.

Waiting in the waiting room, not even the sleepy elevator music or the epic dramas in the mags or the shows on the TV could calm me down. My nerves had felt like a boulder had hit them hard! Just thinking of what could possibly be happening in the room right now made me frightened more than I ever had been; the possible image haunted me throughout the time: Sierra and Lindsay, dead.

Not only was that a frightening thought, I thought of two other problems: Wolf Gang and Trent.

Trent might've arrived at the bus stop and now he'd probably be in a state of anxiety just looking for me. Luckily, I sent a text message saying I was in the hospital cause of Sierra and Lindsay. Even though I got that solved, there was one last question for the afternoon: How did Wolf Gang recognize me as a surfer?

Before I could go into a state of mind to solve that one, Cody came into the hospital concerned. I bet Trent told him about the two girls if he got the text. He sat next to me and smiled with a closed mouth that time.

" You saved their lives. You actually did. You're a hero." he thanked.

Hero? All I did was rush them to the hospital before the hypothermia got to them, it's not like... Oh. I was a hero; I actually did save their lives. What gratitude I felt.

Trying to keep myself from being too proud, I shook my head and asked,

" How do you know if I actually saved them?"

At that moment, like deja vu, the nurse came in and had a smiling poker face.

" They're gonna be alright this time, but they have to stay in the hospital for a few days to regain body temperature."

That was almost like fate. I was a hero, and I did save their lives. While I greatly smiled to myself, I heard footsteps coming through the door. Trent's footsteps.

I quickly embraced him and told him everything that happened. He smiled and said,

" I didn't even have to get your text, I saw you on the way over here."

At that point I was confused. He was in the crowd? But what was he doing? He handed me Wolf Gang's wanted poster and this time, it had a huge stamp print on the top that said caught and locked.

That was the important thing? He was being a hero for me? No guy has ever ever done something that risky before. Tears came squeezing out as I hugged him tighter.

Heather threw a party that night in her mansion to celebrate Wolf Gang's arrest. Sierra and Lindsay thanked me several times for saving their lives; Sierra promised they'd make it up to me. I went out to the balcony to freshen up until the girls pushed Trent onto the balcony with me.

" Come on, Todd. You've talk to lots of girls before."

" Yeah, Trent. I know you love Bridgette. You know it, I know it, we all know it so don't just stand there, make a move!" Sierra commanded.

Trent nervously walked up to me with a nervous smile.

" What you did today was really sweet and noble. Now everyone's calling you a hero."

" Hero? Me? They've been doing the same about you. If you didn't take them out of the sleet, they could've died."

I giggled and said,

" Well, I guess we're all heroes now."

We laughed for a moment, then we hugged, and then his lips brushed up against mine. It wasn't a super long describing kiss, but it was soft and gentle. I could still feel him tangling his fingers through my hair. When released, he said,

" I really like you Bridgette, and I wanna be more than friends."

My cheeks turned cherry red. He does like me? He does? I was ecstatic at the moment. All I did was brush my lips against his again.

Ch. 4: A Bloody Afterparty

Recap:

" Sierra? Get out of there, you girls can't be out here without an umbrella or hoodie or something. Girls? Girls?"

They didn't move.

---

" You saved their lives. You actually did. You're a hero." he thanked

Hero? All I did was rush them to the hospital before the hypothermia got to them, it's not like.... Oh, I was a hero; I actually did save their lives. What gratitude I felt.

Trying to keep myself from being too proud, I shook my head and asked,

" How do you know if I actually saved them?"

At that moment, like deja vu, the nurse came in and had a smiling poker face.

---

We laughed for a moment, then we hugged, and then his lips brushed up against mine. It wasn't a super long describing kiss, but it was soft and gentle. I could still feel him tangling his fingers through my hair. When released, he said,

" I really like you Bridgette, and I wanna be more than friends."

My cheeks turned cherry red. He does like me? He does? I was ecstatic at the moment. All I did was brush my lips against his again.

---

Ever since that night, we began to start a relationship. I could still feel the gentle touch of his lips. My father got really unsure about the relationship, worrying that I'd be under affects of sexual arousal, but I promised him that he had nothing to worry about; his abating faith wasn't going to bring me down.

Even though the crime agency and authority thing still badly shook me, I was too busy thinking about all the magical dates Trent would take me on. There was no way to deny it, no way at all: I was in love with him, but I was still trying to keep it under my breath. One night was the Gemi Awards and at the red carpet all ducked out in his tux was the very arrogant Chris McLean.

Of course he'd win everything he was nominated, people describe him as perfect.... at least, they did once he knocked Stefani Valentine off the Seventeen mag and other important stuff.

Stefani Valentine was a woman who was considered worse than Chris with her trashy out-of-date Hollywood clothes, confidence devouring comments on others, and not to mention her hideous tinfoiled beehive she wore all the time. Durring Chris's afterparty, I got to meet her when she was exibiting his art room.

" I'm suprised he likes that photo of Lucrezia Borgia. Still, I wonder if the poison rumor was real."

She turned to me and chuckled,

" I have to admit, that's very astute for a 17-year-old girl."

I ungainly smiled. It's actually pretty nice to have a snooty celebrity actually compliment you. I think it was just because she knew that Sierra has secret information about her that could be revealed, like the fact that she was an LGBT supporter for a hetro.

But the buddy-buddy moment was interrupted by a huge noise coming from Chris's luxury room (the one with the baby grand piano and the hot tub). When we rushed in, he was laying in his hot tub, trying to look relaxed. I wasn't convinced. I got up a little bit closer and something proved me right. There was a little drop of blood in the water.

" Chris? Please say something."

He didn't move much, but he turned to me and tried to whisper.

" I know who killed me......"

" You do? Who?"

He replied, but didn't say anything.

Aunt Charice and her friends scanned the murdered area. I still couldn't believe it; Chris was dead. Sure, we all hated his brutal torturous challenges, but he still looked after us and cared for us in a selfish, manipulative way. I turned to the hot tub that still had the blood in the water and sighed.

I might as well keep the blood on my hands for now, I thought while waving my hands in the water.

I turned around and found something in the shadows of the corner -- an Astra wrapped in tinfoil; hair tinfoil with strands of platinum.

" Hey, Aunt Charice, come look at this."

I then wished I didn't say that. Because of that, Ms. Valentine got arrested. I didn't even remember her mentioning owning an Astra; she was also with me the whole time till the loud gunshot. Inside the gun, I found a note written in a Times font. Stefani would write in cursive.

" Expect more."

I had a bad feeling about that......

Still standing in the room, I gazed at all of Chris's soon-to-be-forgotten treasures. His artwork, his tub, his awards, and best of all, his baby grand piano. Looking at the blood drip away, I thought I could give the piano a try before the Goodwill men come by the next day. I played a classical version of Lady GaGa's infamous single which seemed to allure Trent.

" Wow, you are such a good piano player."

" Thanks. I am a prodigy at piano music. Plus, this version is a lot better than the original song."

He laughed for a moment. I can be a prodigy at humor, too. He then turned serious and asked if I had found any proof that Ms. Valentine was innocent. I aimed the gun up in the air and shot out the " Expect more." note and it shocked him more than I thought it would. He slowly looked up and said,

" You need to head to the prison now."

I jumped into my Corvette and drove away. I didn't know where this was going, but I had a feeling this has Wolf Gang involved. Staring at the sign that said Mimico Carrectional Centre, I hesitated, but then got the courage to enter.

" You here for visiting hours, little lady?" the policeman asked.

" Yes, sir, I'm here to see... W.G."

At first, things were silent, but then he wrote down the hospital number on my hand in case Wolf Gang goes crazy. I walked to his cell and there was the middle-aged maniac in a chained straitjacket and gold paint all over his face.

" You got a lot of nerve trying to come back here."

" Were you actually here this whole time?"

He banged against the iron gate.

" Yes, I was here this whole time! Any problem?"

" Well, Ms. Stefani Valentine got arrest cause she was accused of murdering Chris McLean."

" You mean that old rat is still alive?"

I then glared him straight in his eyes and said sternly,

" Ms. Valentine may've been snooty, but at least she had taste. Besides, she's not the kind of person to own an Astra 400 and write in Times font."

He then got out of his jacket and grabbed my throat. The officer in the lobby heard my cry for help and his back-up team held him down. Running out of the prison, I ran into Trent on the way. He was about to ask what happened, but seeing the fingerprint-shaped bruises on my neck gave the answer away.

" He did this to you?"

I nodded. He took me to my Corvette and drove me home.

I rubbed against the bruises and sighed.

" I don't know what caused him to lose it back there."

" I think it's the cocaine he sneaks under his pillow." he awkwardly joked.

It was true, he was a drug addict, but I never listed cocaine. I laughed a little, but it quickly wore off that time, and he understood. I almost died back there it wasn't the time to foolishly kid around. He took me home and wrapped my scarf around my neck to hide the bruises. I told him that I'll tell my mother the truth, but my father was out to a business meeting so he wasn't home, but by then the bruises will've healed.

When I stepped inside, vandalization leaked out of the walls. My mother was found with her locks crunchy with blood.

" Mom! What happened?"

She was too busy in her state of hyperventilation to answer. But she let out with a soft-spoken squeak,

" Wolf Gang escaped."

Knowing that she'll ask if he's been near me, I took off my scarf and Mom nearly fainted at the sight of the bruises. She then turned to my quivering boyfriend and said,

" Trent, what are we gonna do?"

Then a figure walked down the hall and said in a familiar voice,

" Yes, Trent. What indeed?"

Ch. 5: Alignment

Recap:

But the buddy-buddy moment was interrputed by a huge noise from Chris's luxury room (the one with the baby grand piano and the hot tub). When we rushed in, he was laying in the hot tub, trying to look relaxed. I wasn't convinced. I got up a little bit closer and something proved me right. There was a little drop of blood in the water.

" Chris? Please say something."

He didn't move much, but he turned to me and tried to whisper.

" I know who killed me......"

" You do? Who?"

He replied, but didn't say anything.

---

I might as well keep the blood on my hands for now, I thought while waving my hands in the water.

I turned around and found something in the shadowed corner -- an Astra wrapped in tinfoil; hair tinfoil with strands of platinum.

---

He then got out of his jacket and grabbed my throat. The officer in the lobby heard my cry for help and his back-up team held him down. Running out of the prison, I ran into Trent on the way. He was about to ask what happened, but seeing the fingerprint-shaped bruises on my neck gave the answer away.

---

Knowing that she'll ask if he's been near me, I took off my scarf and Mom almost fainted at the sight of the bruises. She then turned to my quivering boyfriend and said,

" Trent, what are we gonna do?"

Then, a figure walked down the hall and said in a familiar voice,

" Yes, Trent. What indeed?"

---

Dr. Dean at first just glared at Trent; my dad joined in on that too. He felt a wave of guilt over himself, feeling like all of this was his fault. The lunky middle-aged agent rubbed his indian-dark-skinned hands with lotion and said,

" Mrs. Landers, apparently this area right now is not safe for Bridgette to dwell in for now."

Mom looked at the humongus man in fearful awe and said,

" So, you're saying Bridgette should move out?"

" Just until Wolf Gang is captured and hopefully executed. But the real question instead of why right now is where."

We both turned to Trent, dispite Dad's uncomfort. He didn't like where this was going.

" Wait here, Dr. Dean. It's bad enough that I had to fly back here from New York to find out that this criminal is out and about, but you expect me to put all of my faith and all of my trust in this boy to protect Bridgette?"

" Zack, can't you trust him for once?!" Mom scolded.

Trent smiled semi-reluctantly at my angered father and said,

" Don't worry, my apartment has a Murphy bed for guests and two seperate bathrooms."

It took a few stiff minutes, but my Dad sighed while barely nodding his head.

I couldn't even look at the faces of my parents while driving away in my car. I feel so untrusted; why does Dad always think I'm easy? Well, the answer was too complicated. Yet, coming into Trent's apartment, it was actually pretty cute with the arylide yellow paint and the cornsilk trim to stand out a little more; almost like the apartment of my dreams, especially the incredible view on the balcony. As Trent showed me around, a subtle knock came at the door. It was Stefani!

" Ms. Valentine? How did y--"

" Please, Trent, call me Stafani. Where's Bridgette?"

He pointed to me on the Murphy bed.

" How did you get out so quickly?"

" That little rich mink Courtney represented me."

Courtney, acutally using her lawyer power for others beside herself??? We knew being with her was as painful and icy snow in a slit, but I guess she's not totally heartless.

" Uhh, I'm going to go pay rent for a moment."

He quickly blew a kiss and ran down the hallway. Stefani smirked at me and said,

" I'm suprised you're taking the guest bed."

" Hardy-har-har."

" Honey, it doesn't take a Punnett Square to figure out that you love the boy. Why haven't you told him yet?"

I just looked at the balcony just waiting for me to step on it outside and said,

" I don't know if he feels the same way."

" If he doesn't feel the same way, then why are you here? Listen, if you two get to go out onto the balcony or watch a movie, then durring a romantic scene or when the stars align, then you tell him.... but don't pick a movie like I Know Who Killed Me or Gigli."

I laughed mildly. Not only does Stefani Valentine know good taste (sometimes), she knows bad taste.

Trent took me to a club that night and we didn't dance much. We're both terrible at dancing and we like making jokes alone, so yeah, that's how we spent our night. Durring half of the night, he noticed something strange about the punch's taste; so strange we stopped drinking it. He looked around and noticed a male dancer getting a little tipsy, and then we knew exactly what the drinks were: martinis.

" Let's get out of here." he whispered. I smiled and replied playfully,

" Right behind you."

Putting on my robe, I went out to get a little snack in the lobby when Courtney noticed me.

" Hey, Bridge. How are things between you and Trent?"

" Pretty good. I heard that you got Stefani out of jail."

" It's always good to carry a Blackberry PDA with you."

I bought her a Diet Coke and we just had our customary convo. I then said I had to head off to the apartment and she asked,

" What are you gonna do up there."

I paused for a moment and then said while grinning,

" I'm gonna tell Trent I love him."

She just patted me on the shoulder and wished me luck.

Back in the room, the lights were dim and Trent stood behind me with a hooker's green glitter tux on.

" I know the party thing bummed out, but here's something to make you feel better."

Suddenly, the song Today Was A Fairytale by Taylor Swift came on -- our song. I gently laid my forehead against's his and sibilated some of the lyrics to the first verse. Then durring the Time slows down whenever you're around part, we both sibilated in unison. I closed my eyes and he started kissing my neck. It wasn't enough to leave a hickey, but it was a little bit of a wet one.

He then carried me to the balcony and we gazed at the stars.

" When I was a little girl, my parents said the stars can align and form any shape you think of, like clouds."

We then started to point stuff out like a peace sign and a Christmas tree and then.... a heart.

At that point, the butterflies came. I was nervous, but it felt like a million Monarchs were fluttering in my stomach. I was about to say something, but then Trent uncomfortably sighed,

" Why does your dad act so hard on me?"

I leaned in and asked back,

" Do you really want to know?"

He nodded. I tested my eyes to see if I could hold back enough tears, and said the woeful tale.

" I once had an older sister named Jasmine who was beautiful; she was a cheerleader, homecoming queen, a varsity dancer and softball player, and all the boys wanted to date her. She wanted to be Miss America and become a mixture of Sophie Monk, Paris Hilton, and Kim Kardashian, while I focused on more important stuff; as you can see, we didn't get along. She once had this boyfriend named Tom and well, it went from a hickey on the neck to having AIDS from sleeping with him. She told him to stop, but he refused to listen; he just craved over her touch. He was about to rape her until she picked up a lamp and killed him with it. Even though she avoided the drastic assult, the next day, well..... she died from the disease."

Seeing me shed a few tears, he held me close to his chest. Now he knew why Dad was so tough on him, but he leaned towards my ear and whispered,

" I promise to protect you."

We held each other close together for a minute. His cool tears splashed onto my moderately sun tanned skin. I thought about Ms. Valentine saying to "tell him I love him if the stars align". But right now at that moment, Trent's warm touch was all I needed.

Finally, my face poised above his and I said fervidly,

" I love you."

He was then frozen with a smile, but also confused.

" Why me? What about Geoff?"

I then flashbacked to when I saw through my blurry vision the tombstone inscription, but I also remembered Aunt Charice telling me that Geoff would want me happy. I then came back to reality and said,

" Well, Geoff would want me happy. Besides, you're interesting, unique, and beautiful.... like a blue rose."

His eyes got hazy from the tears of rapture leaking out. That was pure poetry, right there. He embraced me again and said,

" I love you too."

Ch. 6: The Dangerous Price To Pay

Recap:

" Wait here, Dr. Dean. It's bad enough I had to fly back here from New York to find out that this criminal is out and about, but you expect my to put all of my faith and all of my trust in this boy to protrct Bridgette?"

" Zack, can't you trust him for once?!" Mom scolded.

Trent smiled semi-reluctantly at my angered father and said,

" Don't worry. My apartment has a Murphy bed and two seperate bathrooms."

It took a few stiff minutes, but my Dad sighed while barely nodding his head.

---

As Trent showed me around, a subtle knock came at the door. It was Stefani!

" Ms. Valentine? How did y--"

" Please, Trent, call me Stafani. Where's Bridgette?"

He pointed to me on the Murphy bed.

" How did you get out so quickly?"

" That little rich mink Courtney represented me."

Courtney, actually using her lawyer power for ohters beside herself??? We knew being with her was as painful as icy snow in a slit, but I guess she's not totally heartless.

---

Trent took me to a club that night and we didn't dance much. We're both terrible at dancing and we like making jokes alone, so yeah, that's how we spent our night. Durring half of the night, he noticed something strange about the punch's taste; so strange that we stopped drinking it. He looked around and noticed a male dancer getting tipsy, and then we knew exactly what the drinks were: martinis.

---

Seeing me shed a few tears, he held me close to his chest. Now he knew why Dad was so tough on him, but he leaned towards my ear and whispered,

" I promise to protect you."

We held each other close for a moment. His cool tears landed on my moderately sun tanned skin. I thought about what Ms. Valentine saying to "tell him that I love him when the stars align". But right now at that moment, Trent's warm touch was all I needed.

Finally, my face poised above his and I said fervidly,

" I love you."

He was frozen with a smile, but also confused.

" Why me? What about Geoff?"

I then flashbacked to when I saw through my blurry vision the tombstone inscription, but I also remembered Aunt Charice telling me that Geoff would want me happy. I then came back to reality and said,

" Well, Geoff would want me happy. Besides, you're interesting, unique, and beautiful.... like a blue rose."

His eyes got hazy from the tears of rapture leaking out. That was pure poetry, right there. He embraced me again and said,

" I love you too."

---

The next day, I thought it would be nice to visit home and see if my house got repaired after the vandalization brouhaha. This time, I would actually come home with my hand in Trent's hand and a smile on my face. On the way, Trent and I talked about mainly blue roses. I don't know why I'm obsessed with that geneticly altered flower, but when my parents made a blue rose garden in my back yard, it just interested me so.

Per contra, when I came into the garden, my face visably dropped back to its depressed state. All the flowers were wilted!

" What happened?"

My father turned around and said that Wolf Gang snuck into the garden and injected all the roses with defoliant. I couldn't believe that; Wolf Gang had such a cussed way of retaliation; my paradisiacal moment in la la land was over. I cried on my soulmate's shoulders for a moment and then leaned on my mother for alleviation.

At that moment, something sparked inside Trent.

Aside from the sympathy he showed in his frown for me, he felt something else. The little venomous drop of angst he saw inside me sparked a firestorm in his eyes. His orbs of mossy green turned scarlet at the sight of my citrine orbs turning black. Rivulets of sweat ran across the big bulging vein sticking out of his forehead...

It looked like as if he'd just snapped.

My father pulled Mom back and said,

" We better leave Sue. We have a bone to pick with that criminal."

It might've been in my head, but I thought Trent muttered, Same here....

" We have to head to court about this Mr. Gang deal. You just head back to Trent's apartment and be safe."

While me and my family left in seperate directions, Trent still stood with that acerbated expression on his face, looking down at the moss-covered stone tiles.

" Trent, you can leave now." Dad reminded.

He barely lifted his head to speak.

" I just need to be alone for a moment. I'll be home in about an hour."

As we left him, like I said before, he snapped.

My arms spread across the little bed. Where was my nicotine-lipped beloved? It's been more than 9 hours. I stared at the alarm that said 10 pm, and then at the star-bedazzled sky on the balcony. I felt so insomniatic, I turned on the TV to try to calm me (nothing like the movie Shark Tale to soothe me). But the movie was interrupted by a report about Wolf Gang disappearing and is rumored to be lingering in Toronto. I desperately change the channel to avoid the stress, but click after click, it always was the same program interrupted by the report.

Turning the Vizio plasma off, I got on my laptop to see if another Annoying Orange vid was posted on YouTube, but the website was locked down for maintenance.

Oh well, I thought, I could live without a webisode.

I then turned to ABC news jsut to see if the Jessi Slaughter thing was cleared up, but instead, take a good guess what I read: Wolf Gang.

I shut off the laptop and flopped onto my bed in a fit of disgust. Why was modern crime drama trying to slap me in the face? Is it trying to say that Trent won't make it back?! Whatever the case was, it drove me crazy enough to fall asleep. Yet, it wasn't long before a realistic dream faced me....

I woke up in a pessimistic-looking halfway house with black ashes smeared across my lacey tank and silk scarf. Trying to get up, I saw a little mini fridge cracked open. I could use a strawberry soda, I guess. However, when I opened it, all it was filled with was bottles of Jack Daniels.

I'm a pure girl and to prove to my dad that I am, I don't want to lose my sobriety. When I shut the door, I think it woke someone. I heard creaking footsteps down the tottering stairs. A hoarse " Hello..." filled the air.

That voice, I thought, that voice sounds so commonplaced, so ominous, so.... middle-aged. I took a step for the door, but it slammed shut and he said,

" What's the rush... Bridgette?"

I knew who it was; I knew it so much that I didn't even bother to say his name. I ran for my life, but I felt a huge chair being thrown against my pettite back. I wasn't suprised to hear the killer laugh at my melancholic pain as the splinters sunk into my bloody back. Feeling faint, he chuckled evily,

" It's too bad you have to leave like this. It would've been fun to see Trent again.... if you could."

Instantly, I woke up from the nightmare. It was so real, so frightening, and too believable to call it a dream. I noticed a stigma of blood bleached into the blanket.

Was it a dream?

I hyperventilated deeply and tried to find a first aid kit before I passed out again. With a swift twist of medicine-soaked bandage, I felt fine... at least in the physical part.

I went downstairs to the cleaning room to wash the blankets. Everyone stared at my scarred posterior quarters. I knew I wasn't going to be able to hide the blood with bandage, but after that horrible "dream", I felt like the tourniquet from the first aid kit was hanging me. Not only was I the center of attention for that, Trent still wasn't back yet.

Coming back into the room, I noticed a blue rose attached to a note

Dear Bridgette,

I found this surviving in the garden and I thought you might like it. I apologize if I'm late, but I have a little..... action to do against a man. I'll try to be back as soon as I can.

Love,

Trent

I gulped big time. I just hoped he was gonna be alright...

Ch. 7: As The Hours Tolled On...

Recap:

At that moment, something sparked inside Trent.

Aside from the sympathy he showed in his frown for me, he felt something else. The little venomous drop of angst he saw inside of me sparked a firestorm in his eyes. His orbs of mossy green turned scarlet at the sight of my citrine orbs turning black. Rivulets of sweat ran across the big bluging vein in his forehead...

It looked like as if he'd just snapped.

---

I knew who it was; I knew so much that I didn't even bother to say his name. I ran for my life, but I felt a huge chair being thrown against my pettite back. I wasn't suprised to hear the killer laugh at my melancholic pain as the splinters sunk into my bloody back. Feeling faint, he chuckled evily,

" It's too bad you have to leave like this. It would've been fun to see Trent again.... if you could."

Instantly, I woke up from the nightmare. It was so real, so frightening, and too believable to call it a dream. I noticed a stigma of blood bleached into the blanket.

Was it a dream?

---

Dear Bridgette,

I found this surviving in the garden and I thought you might like it. I apologize if I'm late, but I have a little..... action to do against a man. I'll try to be back as soon as I can.

Love,

Trent

I gulped big time. I just hoped he was gonna be alright...

---

11 pm

After reading the note, the lunulas of my nails were completely gone after biting. Was he facing Wolf Gang for me? I didn't know what to do except try my best to stay awake and wait for him; besides, the incubus I just faced was enough to scare me awake.

As the moon shined so brightly, I stepped outside to try and enjoy the fading night. Holding the blue rose in my had, noticing the silver raindrops leaking into the stem, I began to shed a tear. Ever since Geoff died, my life has become this emotional rollercoster. What did Wolf Gang want from me? What was it that I did that got him so angry?

I began to see the crime drama before me as I saw a man jump off a building and a game of Russian Roulette in an alley familiar to where Gwen was shot. The only good feeling I felt was my bare feet on top of the rusted bars of the balcony. I decided to head back inside where it was warm.

The breeze still entered the room, as if it was teasing me. I saw one of the petals fall to the ground and then the breeze blew it into my hair.

Midnight

That time, I just laided on my Murphy bed with the almost gone bloodstain on the blanket and counted all the stubs on the ceiling and wrote Evanescence-like poetry. One for example was called As I Go On.

As I feel the warm rain

You still love me

In the cool breeze

I still hear your name

If we have to leave like this

At least tell me the final words before I die

I could've continued that, but all it did was make me cry. I instead listened to Hello by Evanescence. It was still a sad song, but somehow it subdued my insalbrious pain. Looking down at the wooden floor, it looked like the dust was spelling out a message saying, " Not good."

I listened to the music and the ceiling fan cry for me. Turning the volume down, I recited some of my poetry. Looking at the moon, I thought, I hope you heard that Trent....

1 am

I was close to losing my cool, but listening to the Evanescence song still made me calm.

Evanescent? Yeah, that's what I felt like. Evanescent. Without Trent, I felt like I was gonna fade into the paint and become invisible.

Looking dreadfully at the clock, I got back on the Internet to try and cool off, but when I typed Taylor Swift in the Pandora search box, Today Was A Fairytale came on.

I finally turned it off and started to pace the floor. The thoughht of all those memories I had with Trent made me cry. When I was finally about to break down, Blaineley knocked on my door.

I'm still suprised that that evil, overlydramatic, weasle-nosed, plastic, bimbo-bleached queen pea would still talk to me. She was the most annoying co-host on the Aftermath show, not to mention the most bipolar. I still haven't forgiven her for making me be a roving reporter and getting me injured by her one (and possibly only) fan.

She knocked louder and louder until I finally said,

" Alright, you can come in; just stop before you knock the door down."

" Oh Bridgette, you have got to see this tape of Trent and Wolf Ga--"

I quickly grabbed and slammed the door before she even entered.

[Trent enters the halfway house]

Wolf Gang: What the hell are you doing here?

Trent: Why are you torturing Bridgette?

Wolf Gang: Oh, you mean that little stalker is still alive.

Trent: She's NOT a stalker and why are so profanitant tonight?

Wolf Gang: Well, someone is questionative tonight...

[Trent shoots him in the shoulder]

Trent: Okay, let me put it this way: if you dare hurt Bridgette again, I will kill you. I know it's hard to see this side of me, but you sir, you're the key that unlocked this newfound attitude.

[Wolf Gang pushes Trent against a mirror and takes the gun and puts it up to the guitarist's head]

Wolf Gang: You wanna play this game? Cause I know I'll win.

Trent: You sure, cause it wouldn't be fun if this was the final cut!

[Trent takes a steak knife and slices Wolf Gang as he tries to get away, but the trigger is set off, shooting Trent in the leg]

I stopped the video and actually climbed out the window.

Ch. 8: Shocks & Slits

Recap:

After reading the note, the lunulas of my nails were completely gone after biting. Was he facing Wolf Gang for me? I didn't know what to do excepttry my best to stay awake and wait for him; besides, the incubus I just faced was enough to scare me awake.

---

As I feel the warm rain

You still love me

In the cool breeze

I still hear your name

If we have to leave like this

At least tell me the final words before I die

I could've continued that, but all it did was make me cry.

---

[Trent shoots him in the shoulder]

Trent: Okay, let me put it this way: if you dare hurt Bridgette again, I will kill you. I know it's hard to see this side of me, but you sir, are the key that unlocked this newfound attitude.

[Wolf Gang pushes Trent against the mirror and takes the gun and puts it up to the guitarist's head]

Wolf Gang: You wanna play this game? Cause I know I'll win.

Trent: You sure, causeit wouldn't be fun if this was the final cut!

[Trent takes a steak knife and slices Wolf Gang as he tries to escape, but the trigger is set off, shooting Trent in the leg]

I stopped the video and actually climbed out the window.

---

There I was, running through the rain from the splashes from my boots to the pitter-patter caressing through my highlighted auburn hair. People thought I looked mental, but I didn't care; all I cared about was knowing that Trent was still alive.

Sometimes, I took breaks under trees to rest a little, but I honestly didn't always feel the need to rest. While running, a million thoughts buzzed in my head. Even a few times I'd run into the trees and pieces of shattered branches would fall out of my hair as the rain got harsher and harsher.

Thinking back, I remembered how much he'd hold me close to his chest and whisper words of love to me; I remembered the glow of the sunset on his matte black chopped hair; I remembered how ever time he sang, the wind would breeze around us. Thinking about that helped cause it made me stronger and my breath got even more hard.

He's at Bridgepoint, he just has to be, I thought.

People saw me running in the morning and thought I had just lost it; one person yelled at me calling me a crazed douchebag, but he's one to talk; another screamed things that I don't have time to mention. No matter the profanity, I was on a mission.

Someone saw me getting weak and optimisticly cooed,

" Do you need a ride? Where ever are you heading, little girl?"

" Bridgepoint Hospital..... I've been there millions of times before, but I can't run my way there."

The lady saw my bandage and said,

" Not suprising. C'mon, I'll give you a ride."

Riding in a car with someone I didn't know felt a little weird; her silver nosering and lilac-dyed hair threw me out of place, too. But she really seemed nice for a stranger. My hand on the leather interior felt nice. The neon blue paint shined the moon's likeness very gleamingly. I saw the route nearest to a bus stop and thanked the woman for her benevolence. When she drove away, I was hoofing it again.

While running by, I ran by Park Lawn and heard a huge bang shot. Luckily, I ducked and took cover behind a tree. While I was hiding, there was a grave before me that said Isaiah D... with the rest of the name covered with leaves. Isaiah....

Sure, he was nice and very professional, but I didn't like how most of his cases had to do with pornography; his most frightening case was interviewing a woman whose incestant husband was murdered. That's pretty serious.

Looking at the xanadu color on the tombstone, I decided to take off the leaves so everyone can know his name, but that was what really shocked me...... Isaiah Dean.

If Dr. Dean is dead, then who's.....

I turned around and found the dark-skinned flaxen haired man with an Astra pointed at me and he said,

" This is what happens to people who stalk me."

The bullet caused a sharp slit across my chest bone.

The next minute I woke up, I was on a strecher and Trent was in the stretcher next to me.

" Trent?"

" Bridgette..."

" Trent, what happened? Why are they taking us to the hospital?"

" Wolf Gang got to us. After he shot you, I started to fight back until he shot me in the leg again. Fortunately, the police arrived and arrested him again."

Trent saved my life again, I thought. I just thought of how I could pay him back. Usually, people would give their lives to serving the hero, but I took it more seriously. The only way I'd pay him back was to just be myself and keep loving him. I then asked in a faint voice,

" Are we gonna make it?"

" Whatever happens, we'll still be together."

Then he linked his pinky with mine as the blood traced down my arm, and we weakly smiled before fading into unconsciousness.

The third time I woke up, I was in a hospital bed with a stitch across my chest bone. My mom was in front of me weeping while Trent and my father looked worried. I let out a little muster of the word hello, but my mom then hugged me tighter than usual.

" I thought you were dead."

I looked confused. Dead? Did the doctor get the medical reports jumbled again? Whatever, I still survived. Yet, I looked at Mom more serious then happy.

" Dr. Dean.... is Wolf Gang."

Everyone stood silent. Trent knew what I was talking about, but Mom and Dad look at me as if I had completely lost it.

" Sweetie, I think you should lay back down when we get home."

I tried to protest, but there was no way she'd believe me. Dad then looked at Trent in a different way and said,

" You know I'd probably scold you for leaving Bridgette alone, right?"

" Yes sir."

" But, after seeing how much you sacraficed your life for her, I realized that I might've misjudged your character."

Trent shook his hand and smiled. I smiled, too.

The next day at school, everyone stared at my injured physique more than usual. I bet they were thinking, How could an innocent girl get so beaten? Well, if they really asked me that, I wouldn't have answered. LeShawna walked up to me and said,

" Mm-mmm-mm, this poor little beefcake got butchered."

She always has a way to make me smile with her homegirl 'tude.

" D'you want my help? I can easily smack and whack the jerk responsible for this."

" No thanks, Shawnie. Trent took care of Wolf Gang."

I paused. Did I just say Wolf Gang?

Ch. 9: A Song From The Heart

Recap:

There I was, running through the rain from the splashes from my boots to the pitter-patter caressing through my highlighted auburn hair. People thought I looked mental, but I didn't care; all I cared about was knowing if Trent was alive.

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Looking at the xanadu color on the tombstone, I decided to take off the leaves so everyone can know his name, but that was what really shocked me...... Isaiah Dean.

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" Trent?"

" Bridgette..."

" Trent, what happened? Why are they taking us to the hospital?"

" Wolf Gang got to us. After he shot you, I started to fight back until he shot me in the leg again. Fortunately, the police arrived and arrested him again.

Trent saved my life again, I thought. I just thought of how I could pay him back. Usually, people would give there lives to serving the hero, but I took it more seriously. The only way I'd pay him back was to just be myself and keep loving him. I then asked in a faint voice,

" Are we gonna make it?"

" Whatever happens, we'll still be together."

Then he linked his pinky with mine as the blood traced down my arm, and we weakly smiled before fading into unconsciousness.

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" You know I'd probably scold you for leaving Bridgette alone, right?"

" Yes sir."

" But, after seeing how much you sacraficed your life to for her, I realized I might've misjudged your character."

Trent shook his hand and smiled. I smiled too.

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" Mm-mmm-mm, this poor little beefcake got butchered."

She always has a way to make me smile with her homegirl 'tude.

" D'you want my help? I can easily whack and smack the jerk responsible for this."

" No thanks, Shawnie. Trent took care of Wolf Gang."

I paused. Did I just say Wolf Gang?

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LeShawna looked at me with the "I wanna know what happened" look. I told her about all the stuff that happened from the blue roses to the video to the attack; I told her everything except the Dr. Dean issue; she'd think I'd finally lost it. The African American pushed her mentum up to normal position and said,

" You're frontin' me. You are frontin' me! Guitar boy actually tried to go against that middle-age maniac?!"

I shook my head. Sure, LeShawna's 'tude can usually show when she's in a bad mood, but this time it was more of a praising mood than horrible.

" Now that's a boy who cares. Where is that little guitarist?"

" Umm, over by the locker area, I think."

She came over with her sly grin and startled Trent a little.

" Hey, LeShawna. Gee, you're in a good mood, I mean, not like, I mean, I am not good with words am I?"

She laughed hardily. He was usually afraid of her and her attitude (mostly her dancing.). However, this time she was actually being nice... something so unusual.

" You did a good thing for Bridge, y'know."

" Yeah, but somehow, I feel guilty inside."

She chuckled even more hardily, but with a frown and a little husk in it that time.

" Lemme recite the 25th letter in the alphabet: Why?"

" Well, I went to confront him, but I felt like I put her life at risk in the process."

" Trent, you must've gotten hit in the head. Bridgette was saved to begin with, but if you wanna it make up to her, I'm cool with that."

I secretly blew a kiss to Trent before I headed to chem. class.

Later on, I got a text from Trent saying to meet him back in Edwards Gardens. I raced as fast as I could, but when you ride on a bike, it still take a while. When I finally got to the park, Trent was sitting in a tree with his guitar in his lap. I didn't know how he was gonna get down, but he lowered a branch towards me.

" See all the stars and constillations in the sky, Bridgette? Well, up there is with Orion and Pisces is my favorite one: Bridgette."

Gazing at him for a moment, I laughed,

" There is not one either."

" Look at the branch."

There was a cleaved sun-burnt piece of paper that was covered in leaves. Wiping them off, I almost squealed: it was a certificate. He looked at my ecstasy and said,

" Well, it's not constillation, but it's the star next to the North Star."

Not only was that sweet of him to do that, I also told him when we first met that my favorite movie was Peter Pan and I remember the movie saying the star next to the North Star was Neverland. Now the star named after me will be a reminder of my child hood. But that wasn't all Trent did. He then strummed on his guitar before singing a familiar tune.

" Everybody needs inspiration

Everybody needs a song

A beautiful melody

With the nights so long...."

I remembered that tune: When I Look At You by Miley Cyrus. It was the most suprise he ever did to me so far. When we agreed that Miley Cyrus went psycho in her music video Can't Be Tamed, he said he'd never sing one of her songs again if she kept that act up. Well, she still kinda is, but there he was, singing her possibly last soulful song even though he swore her off the music list. My ears tickled at the sound of his singing; he was phenomenal. His singing is now a trademark of a true artist, dispite is differences from others.

As the lyrics progressed, he walked down the branch and lifted my chin a little. Continuing,

" Don't you know?

You're beautiful..."

At that moment, my heart became a racing mess. The convivious life I thought I had lost became to appear piece by piece like a puzzle, and Trent was the first piece. I bet when his head got near my neck, he smelled the mongolia perfume I was wearing. At the ending lyric,

" You appear just like a dream to me..."

I finally embraced him. I didn't know why he did so much more than I could keep up with, he said,

" Because even though I saved you, I also hurt you in the process, and I couldn't let our steady relationship end cause of an almost fatal accident."

My apple-cheeks had turned even redder than before. He really did love me, and I know I loved him. We leaned in about a lips distance from each other and I murmured,

" I belong with you, Trent Snyderson."

I then inclined towards his innocent face and swept my lips across his. I'm not talking about a diminutive kiss, I'm talking about a deep one. I swiftly slid my tounge across his lower lip and into his mouth, earning a delightful moan from him. His hand was stroking through my dyed hair while I held tightly onto his broad, compact neck. I giggled a little when Trent playfully entered his tounge into my mouth. For a guy who is shy and preserved, he was pretty perspicacious when it comes to soft French kissing.

When we broke the kiss, we still had our foreheads laid against each other. He shot a toothy simper and said,

" Let's go back home."

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