Frankie's phone started to ring and he jumped at the sound. He must have fallen asleep he concluded.

"Hello?" Frankie asked, rubbing his left cheek.

"Frankie, it's Bridget," Bridget huffed into the phone.

"Hey...So you decided to call me back," Frankie laughed.

"Bryant was here tonight," Bridget told him as she sipped her hot cocoa.

Frankie's lifted his head to his window as she said that. "What happened?" he asked with some worry in his voice.

"He..." Bridget started as she choked back the tears, "raped me."

"Bridget," Frankie gasped, surprise at the news. "I...don't know what to say."

"I know," she slightly sobbed, dabbing at her tears. "I...I don't know what to...say either."

"Do you need me to come over or something?" Frankie offered, "I can pick you up."

"No, Frankie. Really, I'll be fine," Bridget insisted, "Go to sleep...I did call pretty late."

"That's no problem," Frankie replied, "Listen, do you want to come on a picnic with me and the guys on Saturday? Just a casual thing. You can bring Tiyanna, too"

"Sure we would," Bridget would replied.

"OK, Do you want me to pick you up?" Frankie offered, twirling a pen on his desk.

"Sure," Bridget replied, laying back, "That would be great."

"How about 1?" Frankie asked.

"Sounds good," Bridget told him.

"OK, so I better go. Pleasent dreams," Frankie told her.

"You too, and thanks, Frankie," Bridget replied and she hung up.

~*2 days later*~

"OMG," Sasha screamed, "These cookies are delish! You're talented, Tiyanna."

"I guess I am," Tiyanna replied with a laugh.

"Guys," Bridget complained, "I'm trying to watch Ryan Phillippe!"

"Sorry Grouchy," Sasha joked, tossing a pillow in her direction.

"Hey," Tiyanna waved, redirecting their attention to her. "We should do something fun Saturday. They're always so boring."

"That's cause you have to work at your aunt's shop during peak shopping hours," Sasha reminded her.

"I don't have a choice. It's either that job or no job. And I'm off this weekend."

"Well," Bridget started, sitting indian style, "Frankie invited me to go with him on a picnic with the rest of the guys."

"Eww," Tiyanna replied, "I feel the love."

"He invited you too, sweetie," Bridget replied bobbing her head.

"You juss made my millenium!" Tiyanna squealed, suffocating her friend in a hug.

"Ti, I only have one pair of lungs," Bridget gasped as her friend loosened her grip.

"Won't you come with us, Sasha?" Tiyanna asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Wish I could," Sasha sighed, "but I have to visit my bratty cousins that afternoon. But you two go, have fun. You both deserve it."

"You ain't gonna get all mushy on us, are you, Sasha?" Tiyanna teased.

"No one likes a mushy future lawyer."

"Shut up, you two," Sasha defended herself as she went guerilla on them with the pillows.

~*Saturday*~

"How's this?" Bridget asked Tiyanna as she strolled around in her ankle-lenght khaki's, green baby tee and cork wedgies.

"It's fine," Tiyanna said as she took a quick look away from her 'Teen' Magazine.

"You didn't even look!" Bridget told her, placing her hands on her hips.

"I did," Tiyanna protested, widening her deep eyes as they stayed glued to her interesting article.

"You aren't helping me here," Bridget sighed as she trotted back to the closet, tossing off her shirt. "I can't find anything. Why does this always happen to me? Erg...I need money. I need a job. I need.."

"To get a grip," Tiyanna interrupted, tossing the magazine into the cluttered corner. "Do you have a thing for Frankie or something?"

"Me?" she implored in a high-pitched voice. "No, no! No way...he's just a friend..."

Tiyanna rolled her eyes in responce. "OK," Ti started as she picked herself up from off her stomach. "What about those blue cargos and your blue 'angel' tee?"

"The tee is in the processed of being washed," Bridget told her, pondering her suggestion, "But the blue cargos are around here somewheres..." She spotted a pant leg poking out off the bottom of the bed. "Yay, score!" she shouted as she put them on.

"You better hurry up, honey bunch," Tiyanna suggested, "Prince Charming is going to be here in 15 minuetes."

Bridget shot her a dirty look, then what Ti told her diffused into her head. "Ahh I still gotta blow-dry my hair!" She raqn out of her room into the bare bathroom.

"And put on a shirt," Tiyanna shouted after her, smiling at Bridget's nervousness.