Ridge woke up from a surprisingly pleasent night sleep to Frankie looking outside on his balcony. The sun was blinding because it had just risen. Bridget wiped the sleep from her eyes and managed to her feet. She carefully walked over Jesse and Matt as they peacefully slumbered.

"Up early, aren't you?" Bridget asked squinting as she approached him.

"Sometimes you need to watch the sun rise..." Frankie started, turning his head toward hers, "with a beautiful girl."

She blushed. "A guy's not so bad to watch it with, either." Frankie flashed his million-dollar smile as they directed their attention towards the glorious view.

"Man," Bridget whispered amazed as the orange and yellow clashed with trees and houses, "This is true beauty."

"Oh, I don't know about that," Frankie replied, shifting his body weight.

"Franklin," Bridget laughed, "Are you flirting with me?" Before he could answer, Jesse and Matt ran onto the balcony.

"Morning Frankie, Bridget," Jesse greeted with a head nod to each of them.

"Sleep well, guys?" Bridget asked, taking a seat on the wicker loveseat.

"Like a log," Matt answered with a stretch. "But I'm starving."

"You're always starving," Frankie replied with a laugh.

"Me too," Bridget agreed. "I'm going to make breakfast." With that, she got up with the 3 boys on her tail.

"So what are you making me, woman?" Jesse demanded as he slammed his fist on the table jokingly.

"Don't call me woman if you don't want cinnamon on your lap," Bridget shot back with a chuckle as she found the cinnamon in the right wooden cupboard. "Cinnamon Toast, my favorite."

"That sounds goooood," Matt moaned, patting his stomach.

"I'd have to agree," Frankie replied.

"So guys," Bridget started, whiping her golden locks from her cheeks, "Enlighten me. How did Dream Street come about? I got 12 pieces of toast to make so lay it on me." "

Well," Matt started as he put up his feet, "Basically, 2 producers named Louis and Brian thought why not make a boy band that has broadway talent. So they casted and it went from 25 to 12 to 8 to 5. That's basically it."

"I haven't even made one piece," Bridget laughed.

After about 1/2 hour, they were enjoying a great breakfast.

"Isn't it kinda strange that so many people adore you when you're just regular guys?" Ridge asked, gnawing on a piece of toast.

"See," Jesse started, pointing to Ridge across the table, "I wish everyone could have the view. We are just normal guys..."

"And it is kinda strange," Matt interrupted, sipping his orange juice, "Not like it happened overnight. We've practice hard for a long time and it's paying off..."

"But it's really about the music and making people feel better or find relief in it," Frankie interrupted, gesturing in Ridge's direction, "that's a great feeling."

"I'm sure it is", Bridget agreed as she got up from the kitchen table and placed her blue plate into the sink.

"Mmmmm," Mrs. Galasso moaned as she walked into the kitchen in her light blue robe. Her jet black hair was curly in her brown claw clip and her dark eyes brightened with the morning sun. "Something smells delicious."

"Bridget made cinnamon toast," Frankie jumbled with a mouth full of toast. "They're very good."

"So you're Bridget?" Mrs. Galasso replied. "Hello sweetie...I'm Mrs. Galasso...you can call me Mrs. G."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. G" Bridget replied with a hearty handshake and a smile. "Ah, she's a doll, Frankie!" Mrs. G squealed. "But we better be getting her home. You guys have practice soon."

"I just have to clean up here," Bridget mumbled as she started to clear the table.

"It's ok, sweetie," Mrs. G assured, "Let these boys do something for a change. You go change your...sleep attire."

"Alright, Mrs. G," Jesse moaned, taking the Orange Juice carton and walking to the fridge. Bridget climbed the oak stairs and into Frankie's room.

Mrs. G, Bridget and Frankie walked through the halls of the house out to the Ford Explorer. Frankie couldn't help but admire her strenght and beauty. He didn't know what he would do if he was in her situation.

"You're mom is so cool about me," Bridget whispered into Frankie's ear.

"She's a wonderful lady," Frankie whispered back, "she knows no one's life is perfect."

Mrs. G picked up the paper on her wat to the driver's seat. "Well," Bridget started, taking a breath and turning to him. "Thanks again. You're such a great person...friend. I don't know how to thank you..."

Frankie went in for a hug and Bridget accepted. It was a hug that friends who were separating shared. It was apparent that neither of them wanted Bridget to leave in fear of what might happen. Bridget took in his great scent and Frankie rested his head on her shoulder. "I'll definatley call you soon," Bridget laughed as she released. "Good luck at the Trendfest thing today," she shouted at him as she opened the car door.

"Thanks," Frankie shouted back as her car door closed so softly.