"That IS the bikini, Ridge," Tiyanna assured her as they modeled suits a few minuetes before Sasha came to pick them up for the party.

"You think so?" Bridget asked as she sized herself up in the mirror with her blue checkered bikini on her. "Yeah, I like it."

"So how was your date with Frankie Wednesday?" Ti implored as she put a white tank top over her purple and teal tankini.

"Great, as usual," Bridget mused with a dreamy smile as she pulled on faded cut-off shorts. She glanced at herself in the mirror and gave a confident nodd.

"I wanna boy," Ti cried, tying up her long locks with a claw clips.

"He will come," Bridget assured her as she checked the mirror again for her hair, "But for now, have fun with Chris."

"Oh yes," Ti replied devilishly, "The oh-so-sexy Christopher."

"You sure caught the fever!" Bridget joked as Tiyanna approached the living room door in anticipation for Sasha's arrival. As Bridget was checking under her bed for her cork sandals, her eyes layed upon the worst part of her and Bryant's relationship on her arm. She forgot all about it until that day. She decided to pull on a pale yellow Old navy Tee just in case wandering and questioning eyes saw it.

Sasha beeped the horn anxiously as she waved to the girls. Her white Honda Accord got a new paint-job to a deep purple. Bridget and Tiyanna looked in awe as they treaded through the grass. "That paint job, Sha," Bridget said in a mystic voice, "it's killer!"

"Are we in LA or something?" Sasha asked with a chuckle as she unlocked the car doors. They were off to Sasha's house, a mere 5 minuetes away.

"The guys will be here any second!" Sasha stressed, peering at her light purple Roxy watch strapped on her left wrist.

"Take a chill pill!" Tiyanna demanded as they walked briskfully to the back of the house. Jenny was awaiting them, laying in the golden sun as her sunglasses hugged her tanned face.

"You better be careful, Jenn," Bridget warned her as she kicked off her sandals and sat next to her on the cool grass, "You don't want a sunglasses tanline."

"Very funny, Bridget," Jenny sarcastically replied, only her lips moving with a small smile.

A few minuetes later, the cuties of Dream Street strolled into the backyard. Jesse was bombarded with all the guys' towels and snacks as he walked foward in a wavering pattern. "You guys are terrible," Sasha stated as she ran over to relieve Jesse of all that weight.

"Nice to see you, too," Greg replied as he whipped Sasha around and gave her a hug.

"Frankles!" Bridget shouted with a wave. Frankie and Chris came over.

"Frankles?" Frankie asked, smirking as he picked her up in his muscular arms and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"Hey ladies," Chris greeted the girls with a wink and cheshire cat smile. He squatted next to Tiyanna and Jenny and continued with "Lookin' fresh, as always."

"What's with you and this new lingo?!" Matt asked as he helped Jesse over with the stuff. "You sound like a thug."

"I'm surprised you know what a thug is, Matt," Chris retaliated, making everyone, even Matt, share in a laugh.

A few minuetes later, the guys were all changed. Chris already was on the prowl as he shoved an unsuspecting Tiyanna into the cool water. It was on between Chris and Tiyanna from then on. "Put on some tunes, Sasha," Jesse suggested as he cannon-balled his way into her pool.

"Tunes?" Matt asked as he scooped some Doritos into his hand.

"Just drop it , Man," Greg suggested with a shake of his head.

Sasha leaned back in her white patio chair and surfed the stations until she heard a good jam. "Aww yeah," Sasha said with a shake of her arms as Christina Milan's song "AM to PM" pumped through the speakers. "This is our song, Bridget. Get up," she told her as she relentlessly dragged Bridget up. Bridget was a little embarassed but she decided to just kick it with Sasha as they danced as if there was no tomorrow. The guys were making cat calls and cheering Bridget and Sasha on as the song progressed. The trees swayed with the rythum and the birds sung every note. Every one was bopping and singing along as a warm wind played with their hair.

"Damn, Girls," Matt concluded with wandering eyes, "That was hot."

"But of course," Bridget replied in a french accent, dragging her hand through her short locks and sitting herself on Frankie's lap.

Frankie wrapped his arms around her waist and she did the same with her arms. They were talking a while about their latest movie picks when Frankie noticed a hideous burn on the inside of her left arm. "Ridge," Frankie interrupted Greg as he peered at the burn, "Where did you get that from?"

Bridget swallowed hard and glanced down at her arm. She simply replied with "Bryant."

"How did that happen?" Sasha pondered, never taking notice of that distinguishing mark before.

"Well..." Bridget started ss she glanced around at faces that care, "Bryant wanted to be an asshole and the 'big' man, so he thought burning me with...with his cigarette was an appropriate measure." She downcasted her head toward the ground, feeling ashamed

The group was silent, not knowing what to say, except Sasha. "I can't believe you dealt with him for so long," She blurted, a tinge of anger in her tone. "No one deserves to be treated like trash. How could you be so..so..."

"I was weak and helpless against him," Bridget protested, her blood starting to boil. "You don't know what it was like! It was like switching from a dream come true to a nightmare all the time."

"Love shouldn't hurt," Sasha continued, authority glowing around her. "Anyone should know that."

Hurt by Sasha's comments, Bridget stated, "I don't want to talk about this anymore," and abruptly got up from the circle of support. Frankie followed her to Sasha's front yard and discovered her on Sasha's steps crying away her anguish. "Bridget," Frankie cooed as he sat next to her on the white steps and engulfing her in his arms.

"I wished this Bryant stuff was over," Bridget told him confidentally, "I thought he was out of my life. But he will never be gone. Every scar, every bruise, every pain makes me think of him. Everyone can't just let it go..."

"She just cares for you, Bridget," Frankie assured her, caressing her face with his free hand as the other rubbed her back.

"But she made me feel stupid," Bridget gasped as tears streaked down her cheeks. "I know love doesn't hurt; I know love is supposed to be grand and everything; but it was so bitter-sweet with Bryant. That's why being with you is probably the most positive thing I've done for myself in a long time..."

"You've done the right things, sweetie," Frankie assured her, cupping her head in his hands and looking deep into her pools of green. "Leaving him was the best thing you could do. That took guts and strong will. Being with me has nothing to do with that..."

"Frankie," Bridget interrupted, placing her small hand on his left arm. Her eyes shifted from the ground and back to him several times before she could utter, "don't you know you're my angel?"

Frankie was kind of blown away by her statement. He couldn't deny that Bridget could have been seriously hurt if she stayed with Bryant any longer. But him? an angel? That was such a powerful and sincere statement. Frankie layed a hard kiss on her cheek as they hugged each other in silence. Frankie suggested she go talk to Sasha and that's just what she did.

"I just want you to be safe," Sasha told her off to the side, but her embrace was support enough. "I didn't mean to sound so cruel, but I just thought you should hear what...what I was feeling."

"I shouldn't have taken it...so litterally," Bridget admitted as the scent of Sasha's perfume flowed into her nose, "I know you're just looking after me. I appreciate all you've done...everyone has done to ensure I'm safe."

"Hey," Sasha gashed, wipping away a few tears with a stroke of her hand and a smile, "Let's enjoy the rest of the day, huh?" Bridget nodded and linked arms with her guardian angels, her friends.