So did you ask your mom if it was OK if you worked wth me during the summer at my aunt's shop?" Ti pleaded with Bridget as they lounged around getting some sun in Ti's backyard.

"She says it's ok," Bridget informed her, taking a joyous sip of her lemonade, "As long as I can be home in time to babysit young Jared."

"You will and you're gonna love it at the candle shop! The incredable smells, the charming atmosphere," Tiyanna assured her as her gaze got fixaded on Bridget's sparkling gift from Frankie. "He is so into you," Ti smiled as she put back on her black sunglasses, "I can see that bling-bling with my sunglasses on."

"Yeah," Bridget sighed, as she grazed the necklace with her index finger. "But this neckace doesn't even come close to what he's done for me...I don't think anything will..."

"Then what's the problem?!" Tiyanna demanded as she sat herself up on the lawn chair and tucked her curly chestnut hair behind her ears. "Why aren't you married to him yet?!"

"Tiyanna!" Bridget scolded with a laugh as she punched her shoulder. She pondered the question for a few seconds, throughtfully looking up into the endless sky, and responded with "I don't know. I have all these feelings rushing through my body. It was so weird what I was feeling when Frankie gave me this necklace. I felt like laying a kiss on him right there and then I felt as if my mind was literally weighting me down saying 'don't get up, don't do anything you'll regret.' It was...blah," she sighed and sat up in the lawn chair with her hands cradeling her face.

"Well," Tiyanna started as she turned onto her back. "Like I said before, he's the pick of the litter. I think, with time, you'll know what to do."

She engulfed a deep sigh and smiled. "It's comforting to know when you're right, you're right, Ti," Bridget smiled as she layed back down. "And what is up with you and Mr. Trousdale? You two seem to be getting awfully cozy."

"Aww, that guy?" Ti asked with a smirk, sipping the ice cold lemonade from her pink cup. "It's just a physical thing...we're too hot for each other!"

"Now who's self-involved," Bridget asked as they both laughed the afternoon away...

"You all just have to focus and do what...Frankie, are you paying attention?" Claudia demanded as she prepped the anxious boys up for an important gig.

"Yes, Claud," Frankie lied as he looked back outside the dreary tear-stained window, maybe even the window of his heart.

Being skeptical of Frankie's responce, Claudia informed them, "now guys, I'm going to give you a few minuetes to collect your thoughts and I will see you out on stage." With that, Claudia picked up her Dasani water bottle and stepped out of the room.

"Frankie," Greg interrupted Frankie's thoughts as he laid a comforting hand on his shoulder, "shake it off."

"Everything's going to work out fine," Chris assured him as he tied his black shoelace.

"Yeah," Jesse agreed eagerly with clenched hands, "We so saw how she loved your present. She was going to like pass out or something."

"I'm glad I got some privacy," Frankie smiled with rolling eyes as he continued to stretch.

"But, Jesse's right," Matt agreed with a soothing tone as he sat on a black folding chair next to Frankie, "I don't know much about her situation, but anyone can tell she's been hurt. She's just got to open up to you, little by little. It may take time, but it will happen and it will be worth the wait..."

"Since when have you become Dr. Love?" Greg asked as he pointed at him.

"It's a gift," Matt replied nonchalantly as he shrugged his shoulders.

"You're not talking about the 'L' word, are you, Frankie?" Jesse pondered with wide eyes.

"Maybe not the 'L' word, as you call it," Frankie replied as he ran his fingers through his hair, "but it's something I feel that I've never felt before, not even for Beth. I can't stop thinking about her. It's like she lives in my head...but I don't want to get into it...I'm sure you guys aren't interested."

"You're right," Greg replied jokingly as they prepaired for their task.

Their performance went excellent. Every guy, even Frankie, were on their moves and turns. The executives has faces of impressment locked on as they clapped. The guys were glad that that performance was over and looked fowards to the week's duties of interviews and photo shoots...

"I'll get it, i'll get it," Bridget called as she slipped on the kitchen floor on her quest to answer the phone. She regained her balance and reached for the receiver. "Hello," she asked fatiguedly.

"Hey Bridget," Frankie replied, "Boy you sound tired."

"Yeah, well running through a maze of toys and slipping on the floor with tube socks on is...is quite a workout," Bridget joked as she wiped the sweat from her brow. "How did the performance go today?"

"Oh, man, it was awesome," Frankie told her excitedly. "I think it was one of our best yet. We're all really excited for the Spencer's shoot coming up in a few days."

"That's great," Bridget stated as she took a seat on a stool and straightened out her XL adidas shirt, "I'm really happy everything's going so perfect for you..."

"Yeah," Frankie replied, not knowing if he meant it. There was a lenghty pause until Bridget broke the silence as her heart won the battle over her brain.

"I don't know if you're free or whatever," Bridget started, twirling the phone wire around her finger, "But maybe Friday we can hang out at my place. I know you want to meet Jared and all, but if you're busy..."

"Friday sounds good," Frankie assured her. "I'll bring some movies or something."

"Bring 'Unbreakable'," Bridget outbursted, "I heard it was good."

"OK, I will then," Frankie laughed as he tapped a nearby pen on his oak desk. "I'll call you before then."

"Definatley," Bridget replied with a smile. "Have fun tomorrow."

"I will, thanks," Frankie told her as his pen-tapping ceased. "Pleasent dreams."

"You two," Bridget replied as she slowly hung up the receiver.

"Who was that, honey," Carmen called from the bathroom as she put on her silver hoop earrings and admired them in the mirror of her life.

"Frankie," Ridge replied, hoping from the stool as she proceeded to the refridgerator. She opened the large white door and fished around for some orange juice. "He's coming over Friday night, is that okay?"

"Sure, I trust you," Carmen replied as she walked into the kitchen. "So am I going to meet him?" Carmen asked curiously.

"Mayyybe if he comes over early enough," Bridget informed her as a small smile appeared on her face. She looked into the darkness outside the ktichen window as she lifted her glass from the counter.

"Are you two like...you know..." Carmen asked with a nudge to her daughter's shoulder.

"No, well...not yet at least..." Bridget replied with a shrug as she turned to her mother. She took a gulp of orange juice and gave a satisfied sigh. She placed the glass into the silver sink with great care. "I don't know what I feel for him, ya know?"

"Ah, Love, Amore," Carmen sighed as she sat at the counter, her arms folded in front of her button-down blouse. "I used to know what that felt like. It's the most puzzling feeling."

"Don't I know," Bridget whispered as she retreated to her bedroom.