Okay, I couldn't help it. XD Writing has become an addiction.

A little OC (maybe a little more), takes place after the island, and mushy. Like, really. Maybe not that much, but more than I'm used to writing. :D

And I'm sorry it's so short. :(

Disclaimer: I don't own TDI.

But please enjoy. (:

"So…?" Bridgette held up two dresses, otherwise labeled 'A' and 'B' and turned to him with a crooked smile. He arched back slightly on his designated cushion spot, and blinked.

And swallowed.

"You know, Bridge, it's weird enough you take me with you on your shopping trip, but now that you're asking me for fashion advice-" Geoff looked up and thought for a second. "Yeah, it's still pretty weird. "

She bit her lip. "Okay, I know this sound really embarrassing, but if I really want to catch some attention this year at the dance, I'm going to need a guy's opinion…" Bridgette winced as she played back what she just said in her mind. "Still sounds stupid, huh?"

"Just a little."

Bridgette beamed. "But I need you a lot right now, and I don't know who else to ask. I mean, you're my best friend."

Geoff put on his usual grin back, although he was cringing in his insides. Friend. Just, friends. He hated that word as much as one could hate something exceedingly, and then some. "Yeah," he whispered, loud enough so she hear, at least to a degree, "I'll stick around."

She mouthed 'thanks' and wandered over to the next rack, and rummaged through between the hangers.

He never used to see her like this. Until last week when suddenly Bridgette felt uncomfortable at school, sort of, overshadowed, or something. "Have you seen what those girls are wearing?" He hated seeing her frown. He liked her smile a lot better.

Geoff would answer, "Yeah, I'm a guy" and then she would feel all discouraged like there was no use.

She was pretty, he always thought, prettier than all the girls at school, and he hated how he wasn't allowed to tell her that.

"I'm not," she'd answer.

He slipped away from his thoughts and scanned the room to check on Bridge. The store was semi-crowded, as it would be on an early Sunday, and a slight chatter dawdled around. There she was, tracing the fabric of a blue one near the back.

Bridgette caught his glance, and waved. "I'm going to try things on, can you wait another minute or two?"

"I'll last."

"Great," and she headed over to the dressing rooms, holding the blue one and several other dresses.

Geoff sighed, and thought about other things. Like the time when Bridgette admitted she was steadily going out with Adam from her history class. Back then he thought they were together, when apparently Bridgette claimed to having put all that stuff that happened back on the island behind her. Just like that.

"Well," she appeared in front of him like magic, wearing that blue dress. "What do you think?"

He was speechless, and still in awe when Bridgette peeked into a mirror, disappointed all over again. "Just when I thought I-"

"No," said Geoff, cutting her short. She looked at him all serious, partly caught of guard, as he added, shortly after, "You look great."

And he watched as the corners of her perfect lips curved into that smile. The smile he'd been waiting for all day.

Maybe not my best, but I REALLY wanted to use that last sentence (which I love so much for some reason) for something. So yeah. R&R, please? (: