Dedicated to Tori, because without her this wouldn't have happened. And Kade, who's delicious doughnuts have kept me going through the hard times. Thanks girls!

She stared into his cold, grey eyes, sniffling. He stared back into her soft, wet blue ones with a piercing gaze that felt like it was going right through her. She shivered, but couldn't take her eyes off of his. Together, they shared a connection. Together, she felt safe. But it was wrong, so, so wrong.

Breaking away from the gaze, Bridgette looked down to the couch. The worn, beaten-up couch. Her couch. It was her home, so many memories here, both bad and good. And he was an alien presence, everything he touched was…. Changed. But was that such a bad thing?

This was supposed to be the night of Bridgette's life. The ultimate party with Geoff. Spring break. Waves, seagulls, lot's of fun. It was going to be the highlight of her spring break. But it was all falling apart. She couldn't admit it but Geoff was… Different. He wasn't the easy-going guy she had met. Or maybe she had fooled herself into thinking he was someone he wasn't.

"Bridge, have a drink! Come on Babe, liven up a little!" He laughed, the beer spilling onto the white sand. She could hear the pounding music, the dancing bodies, the flashes of color. It was already overwhelming. She remembered feeling lost in the midst of drunken teenagers, looking desperately for her boyfriend. And when she found him, he was drunk.

"Geoff, come on, let's go, I don't like this." Bridgette could remember shouting, trying to be heard over the vying noises of both music and teenagers. But he didn't want to. Under the influence of the drink, he was different. She could remember the argument, the shouting, and then….

She gasped as more tears overwhelmed her, and Bridgette buried herself into his arms. As soon as she ran away, ran away from that horrible incident, he was right there beside her. He took her to the apartment. He set her on the couch. And now he was there, besides her, studying her with those cold, grey eyes.

All Bridgette could think about was how wrong this whole night was. Geoff was her boyfriend. She shouldn't be buried in another man's arms. But then again, Geoff shouldn't have… He couldn't have….

Bridgette buried herself even deeper, the sobs racking her body. She was pathetic, weak. She was the surfer girl, the tomboy, she shouldn't let herself get this… This weak over a boy. But the betrayal…. Nothing had ever hurt so bad. And nothing had ever felt so good as to be in his arms, right now.

Taking herself out of his arms, she looked into his eyes again. She could still feel the red mark Geoff's hand had left on her.

Bridgette could remember the slap. It happened in such slow motion. It happened automatically, but she knew it was coming. The argument was so heated, for so long. Geoff was so intoxicated, so angry. And then…. His hand moving towards her face. The teens around her cheering, laughing, some even vomiting. And then the slap. Her face going towards the sand. Lying down on the ground, feeling the harsh sting. Hearing the loud hoots and laughs, even a hand slap. And then running. Scrambling up and running, tears blinding her, wanting to get away. Get away from the colors and the music. Get away from the laughter. Get away from Geoff.

Again, she was brought back to reality by his intense stare. He knew her. Knew every aspect of her. And instead of feeling uncomfortable, embarrassed, she welcomed it. It was so rare to find somebody who knew all of your faults along with your strengths, and still loved you. Bridgette could feel his love radiating. And the hit of realization hit her.

This was who she was meant to be with. Not party boy. Not home school. Because he knows her. He understands her. And He still loves her. This time she let's out another gasp, but not one of sorrow. But of….. desire.

Bridgette couldn't help what happened next. She couldn't control it. But she was leaning in, her lips out. The first touch of the cold metal was a shock. But slowly, so slowly, it began to get heated. And it was the best feeling ever. Her desires of love, of passion, were finally be answered. Not some fake make-out session with Geoff. This was a real kiss, filled by passion instead of lust.

He mirrored her every moment, in sync with her. They would never be separated now. They were together. Pulling away with a large smack, Bridgette managed to breathe out one word. "..Pole…."

I'm sorry guys, once I had the idea it wouldn't go away. Meh, I'm random like that. :)

Next Up: LeCocowna Jr. (Leshawna Jr. X Mr. Coconut)

This was originally a one shot in a different story, but I have a bunch of crack pairing ideas so... why not put them all together?

I also take requests!