Hi, everyone! So, for those of you who have read my book Enchantment on here (and if you haven't, PLEASE check it out!), you'll know that I've been hitting a little bit of writer's block, sooo in my spare time I figured I would write this. I've found that I am having an easier time writing this story than I am my other one (it kind of flows naturally, whereas my other novel I have to put two and two together and it's a huge long thought process :/)….I hope you enjoy and please R&R and let me know what you think :)!

Thanks so much, I love you all!

Xoxo, Kaitlyn


"Trin, you wouldn't believe the entertainment you can get here! I almost forgot we're only in high school!" Ben shouted to Trinity over the blaring night club music as she sat on her bar stool sipping a Coke anxiously. Trinity still laughed at the expression on the bartender's face when she had asked for a Coke over his offer to buy her a beer. But Trinity was used to getting offers like that, with her long dark hair and thick black lashes over piercing electric blue eyes, complimenting her fare complexion. She picked at the red nail polish on her thumb nail and set down her glass, adjusting her black night dress that had a high collar and came to a stop mid-thigh. She shook her head in disbelief as she eyed her best friend dubiously, his light blonde-brown hair tousled as he looked at her with wide hazel-green eyes and a knowing, mischievous smile.

"Gosh, Ben, say that a little louder, would you? You want us to get caught?" Trinity said in a hushed tone as she rolled her eyes.

"You worry too much, babe. You have any idea how many people on campus I've seen here tonight? It's a regular senior hang-out! I think I even saw a few sophomores and a couple juniors. Live it up," Ben grinned, lifting his glass up and taking a gulp of the clear liquid.

"Please tell me you've got some type of flavored water in there, Ben," Trinity pleaded, eyeing a glass that didn't have any resemblance to her own as he finished its remnants and sat down next to her, slinging an arm around her petite shoulders. He threw her a playful wink and relaxed onto the car stool, observing the large crowd on the dance floor swaying their bodies to the loud music under flamboyant lights. His grin was wide and proud, acknowledging the envious glares and lustful glances he received, sitting with his best friend. It was no secret guys liked Trinity. Ben was the number one resented male there that night and his expression smugly showed that. Trinity had been his best friend since the third grade, when the substitute had paired them up to do an art project together for history on Christopher Columbus. Although their project failed and their piece looked more like a colorful disfigured soccer ball than a globe of America, the two had formed a tight bond and friendship like no other from the start. It was "Friends at first sight" as the two liked to jokingly call it. Ben looked over at Trinity, who was watching him suspiciously with worry in her beautiful blue eyes. They were the bluest eyes Ben had ever seen.

"Not if you count tequila as flavored water?" he chuckled.

"I'm driving," Trinity warned, pointing a finger at him. She didn't like the way Ben was acting. It was like he was not himself and had transformed into this whole new person so foreign to her. The glassy look in his eyes was not his own as he stood up to stand in front of her. She looked up into Ben's green eyes as he smiled impishly down at her. While Trinity was only five-foot-four, Ben's tall six-foot-two frame made her look like a pixie sizing up to him. More than she usually did.

"Come on, Trinity," Ben said, nodding his head towards the dance floor and extending his hand out to her. "Dance with me."

Trinity scrunched up her nose. She didn't particularly like Ben calling her Trinity. It made it sound like she was being scolded for something or that he was about to say something serious that she may or may not like (often times not). Only her grandfather called her Trinity, and her grandmother, but never Ben. It didn't usually bother her. So then why then and there? Trinity watched her best friend for a couple minutes, searching his face, noticing in the brilliant lighting that he was not as substantially bad as she thought he had been. Just as long as she kept a close eye on Ben, he couldn't get in to too much trouble. Being in a club underage would already cover that, right? On a school night, nonetheless. It was not like Trinity had parents to care, but the police might have a different say regarding the situation.

"Trin," Ben sang, snapping his fingers in front of her face with a chuckle. "See something you like?" he winked at her as he moved his hand playfully to her leg.

Trinity blushed with a glare, noticing she had been staring at him during her thought process, and she pushed him away, pulling down her dress as she hopped down from the bar stool. Literally.

"You wish I did," she muttered, allowing him to take her hand and drag her out on the dance floor with a laugh. He spun her around a couple times until she started giggling, tired of the seriousness that was always her personality. It warmed him to see her laughing like that, so care-free and thoughtless. It was the most beautiful sound in the world, to his ears. Her black hair flew around her like a halo as she twirled, never once stopping to complain that she was dizzy or that her best friend was being foolishly childish. That was the thing about Trinity Sky—she was unlike any girl he had ever met from the very beginning. Even on in the playground in elementary school, when all the girls complained about the boys throwing sand at their pants, saying their clothes and shoes were getting dirty. Trin had laughed alongside the boys and even chucked a few handfuls of dirt back at them with a grin. He knew then that she was the girl he would want to stick around with, whether romantically at the time or not, for the rest of his life.

"Okay, okay!" Trinity gasped, her eyes spinning as she halted herself and steadied her equilibrium, gripping Ben's shoulders tightly for balance. The song slowed down a bit and he pulled her into his arms, grabbing her hands and placing them around his neck as they faintly moved back and forth to the music. Trin blushed slightly and looked down while he just grinned. Examining Ben now, she could see why he was her best friend. She just loved his company, and he always made her laugh. He made even the simplest things that were wrong seem completely right, just so long as they were together. It had been that way from the start, ever since the day they had played on the playground in the sand. She would never forget that day. The first day they had played together outside of class and their art partnership.

"I love this song," Ben murmured into her hair before spinning her out and bringing her back for a dip. He looked into her eyes for a moment and smiled softly before whipping her back up gracefully. He began to sing along to the music, dipping down to murmur the words into her ear so that only she could hear him in their own small bubble, starting near the end of the song.

But hold your breath

Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you

Over again

Don't make me change my mind

Or I won't live to see another day,

I swear it's true,

Because a girl like you is impossible to find,

You're impossible—

So breathe in so deep

Breathe me in,

I'm yours to keep

And hold on to your words, 'cause talk is cheap

And remember me tonight when you're asleep.

Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you

Over again

Don't make me change my mind!

Or I won't live to see another day,

I swear it's true,

Because a girl like you is impossible to find…

Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you

Over again

Don't make me change my mind

Or I won't live to see another day,

I swear it's true,

Because a girl like you is impossible to find,

You're impossible to find.

Trinity met Ben's hazel-green eyes timidly, remembering the first time he had performed that song in their school's variety show, freshman year. Practically every girl at the show that night had been swooning over the sight of Ben and the sound of his voice. There was no denying that he was extremely good-looking, with his well-built frame and bronze skin. His voice hadn't been as mature back then as it was now, and she couldn't help but admit that his voice was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. Trin shook herself, looking down at the ground to see that the two had stopped moving altogether and were still locked in an embrace. What was she saying; Ben's voice was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard? Being extremely attractive? Had the bartender spiked something into her Coke because she had turned him down? She wasn't supposed to think of her best friend that way. Their flirting back and forth had always been an innocent thing. A friend thing, no strings attached.

Trin unlocked her arms from Ben's neck, clearing her throat once as she tucked her hair behind one ear and grinned to ease up the awkward moment. "I remember the first time you sang that song. You sounded like a girl back then, ya know." Trinity laughed at Ben's sour expression, recalling the memory she had been thinking about only moments before, knowing he had been far from sounding like a girl. He was actually the most talented person she knew, as much as she hated to admit it at times, being a singer herself.

"You loved it," he smirked at her, shrugging as he recollected the memory some more. "And besides, I couldn't have sounded like a girl with all of those girls falling at my feet." He laughed good-naturedly, knowing how much his over-confidence in himself bothered her. Trinity rolled her eyes but smiled softly.

"You are so cocky."

"Only around you, babe, only around you." He grinned and rubbed her shoulder, throwing a wink over his shoulder as he left her on the dance floor and hopped onto a barstool, friendly greeting the bartender.

Trinity bit her lip anxiously as she saw Ben down a few shots and put a hand to her head, rolling her eyes as she searched for the girls' bathroom. Being the designated driver was not what she had agreed to, or keeping an eye on Ben. She shrugged. What did it matter? He was old enough to fend for himself, and she did not need to watch him like a kindergartener crossing the street for the first time. He was eighteen, and she knew that he didn't like her treating him like a careless child. Trin turned the corner and entered the bathroom, finding it vacant as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, finger combing her raven hair. Her face was flushed, but not just from the dancing and body heat of the club. What was wrong with her? She and Ben had never had complications in their friendship before…

So then why was she acting like a lovesick fool?