Okay, okay, I know I should be updating stuff I've been putting off, but I've been insanely busy and not to mention lazy… Sorry… But I got an awesome idea for a new Trent/Courtney story I just had to get out. It's based off of a dialogue I found in drama class. I thought it was interesting, and it was pretty short so I tend to lengthen it out, with my favourite pairing! Enjoy!

He couldn't stop thinking about her.

I mean, what kind of best friend just, randomly disappears off the face of the earth, without some kind of warning! And knowing her, that warning would be at least a week in advance. She was a talented planner.

Trent sighed, as he crossed the living room of his small apartment towards the couch. He plopped down carelessly, and shut his eyes.

She's fine… She has to be fine.

Trent's eyes shot open when a realization hit him. What if…she was d-dead? Trent quickly forced that thought out of his mind, and mentally scolded himself for being so paranoid.

Courtney's a strong woman; not to mention, beautiful, smart, beautiful, caring when she wants to be, and did Trent forget to mention beautiful?

They'd been friends since they were kids, and Trent cared for her. A lot. He had her back, and she had his. It's just how things worked with them.

Though sometimes Courtney could get a bit crazy, and nasty, and obsessed with winning, Trent knew they'd always be friends. At least, that's what he hoped.

Frantic knocking on the door snapped Trent out of his thoughts. He stood up and stretched a bit, before walking towards the door. He placed his hand on the doorknob, and turned; his bright green eyes widening when they met onyx ones.

"Courtney! Thank goodness you're okay…" Trent said, pulling her into a tight embrace. Courtney said nothing, barely even hugging back. Trent pulled away and eyed her up and down.

Her glossy chocolate brown hair was slightly knotted, definitely brushed with a lot less care than usual. She looked tired, but her eyes still carried their twinkle, and lust for dominance. Her normally designer clothes were replaced with sweats.

"Where the hell have you been?" Trent asked, furrowing his brow. "I've been trying to find you for the past three days! I left you like, forty-eight messages!"

Courtney rolled her eyes, and pushed a few loose strands of hair behind her ear.

"That's not entirely true. You only left one message." Courtney stated, crossing her arms across her chest, and staring into Trent's eyes.

She watched as his face contorted to even more confusion.

"What?" He questioned.

Courtney sighed and rolled her eyes once more. "Okay, granted, you left it forty-eight times, it was still technically only one message." She replied.

Trent sent her a look, and rolled his eyes. He ran a few fingers through his messy raven black hair, and sighed.

"Don't mess with me, Courtney. Where have you been?"

Courtney stared into Trent's eyes, as his searched hers for any hidden emotions. She shifted her weight, and tapped her left arm with her pointer finger. She clicked her tongue off the roof of her mouth, her face carrying hardly any expression. "There was something I needed to figure out and I needed some time alone." Courtney said, simply.

Trent pursed his lips, before grasping one of Courtney's hands. Courtney looked down at their hands, letting her other arm fall freely to her side. Oh how she longed for Trent to just close the distance between her silky hand and his lips. But she knew he wouldn't. After all the times he tenderly held her hand, it was always just as a friend. Nothing more.

"Well, I wish you'd have told me. I was worried about you." Trent said softly, peering into Courtney's eyes.

Courtney's hard eyes began to soften considerably, after looking for any hints of dishonesty in Trent's. It wasn't surprising that she couldn't find any, and she inwardly sighed for even trying.

She let the corners of her mouth arch into the slightest of smiles, and let out a quiet laugh.

"You're always looking out for me, aren't you?" She murmured.

"Hey, what are best friends for? We've got each others backs." Trent smiled, letting go of Courtney's hand, much to her disappointment.

The two stood in silence for a few seconds, before Trent spoke up.

"So, did you figure out whatever it was?" Trent asked.

Courtney bit her lip, before scratching her arm absentmindedly. "Yes… And I need to talk to you about it."

"Okay, why don't we go out to dinner and talk? And maybe catch a movie-"

"Trent, I want to have a baby." Courtney said, cutting him off.

Trent was taken aback by the words coming out of her mouth. He stared at her with wide eyes, in shock. Trent cleared his throat to try and come back to reality.

"Oh… A-a movie would be way cheaper…" He stuttered, his voice cracking slightly.

Courtney rolled her eyes, before taking a step closer to Trent and sighing. "I'm serious, Trent. I'm going to have a baby."

Trent's heart was beating loudly against his chest, and his palms were beginning to become clammy. He could instantly feel vertigo coming on, but he forced himself to stand firm. He was starting to panic, but he tried his hardest to push all his worries out of mind so he could at least have a serious conversation with Courtney.

"Wh-what do you mean, 'You're going to have a baby'? Did you get pregnant since Friday?" He questioned, though still some panic was heard in his vocal pitch.

Courtney heaved another sigh, and closed her eyes for a few seconds. She knew this conversation wouldn't go as well as she'd hoped.

"No. But I'm planning to get that way." Courtney replied.

Trent groaned quietly and shut his eyes, slightly aggravated. Awkwardness and tension filled the room, as the two friends stared at each other.

"Really, Courtney? Do you have anyone picked out or are you just going to go downtown and say to the first guy you like, 'Hi, I'm Courtney Winters. Will you impregnate me?'" He asked, sarcasm oozing through every word.

Courtney's eyes flickered faintly, and she crossed her arms as she narrowed her eyes.

"Will you stop!" She snapped, slightly.

"Will you?" Trent shot back. He instantly regretted raising his voice when he saw Courtney's eyes lower. He let out a sigh, as they stood in silence for a few seconds, minutes, maybe even hours. "Court, you're talking crazy…" He murmured.

"I am not talking crazy!" She denied, eyes narrowing further. She let her frustration simmer down a bit, before continuing on. "This is what I really want." She said, softly.

Trent took a deep breath, and shifted his weight. "Fine. I know you've wanted this for a while now, but need I remind you that you're not married? Hell, you're not even seeing anyone at the moment." He reminded.

"Trust me, I know that. And a guy isn't really necessary." Courtney reassured him, nonchalantly.

"He isn't? Great. When you have this child make sure you let the church know."

Courtney narrowed her eyes, and sent Trent a look. "You know what I mean." She said, through slightly gritted teeth.

Trent stared at her as if she was insane, and frankly, he was starting to believe she was more and more each day.

"Yes, and it's frightening." He remarked. Trent looked to Courtney, examining her facial expression for any hints of this all being one big joke. Then again, when has Courtney ever been one to joke…

"You're…not really thinking of artificial insemination…are you?" He asked, uneasily.

Trent searched her eyes for an answer, but she quickly looked away. She kept her eyes on the floor, refusing to look up.

"Of course not!"

The two young adults stood in silence. Trent ran his hand through his hair, and sighed.

"So- what are you planning?" Trent questioned.

Courtney looked up, and stared directly into Trent's turtle green eyes. When he saw the intensity of her gaze into his eyes, he instantly regretted asking.

"Trent, I want your help." Courtney stated.

Trent stared at her with a blank face, trying to avoid her onyx orbs at all costs. Trent swallowed the lump in his throat, and started to head towards the kitchen. "I need a drink…"

Courtney rolled her eyes and grabbed Trent by his arm and pulled him back. "You don't need a drink." She sighed.

Trent turned to face the mocha-skinned brunette, and sent her a look.

"Courtney, you come in here after being missing for three days, tell me you're going to have a baby, say you want my help, and to top it all off you want me to impregnate you. If that doesn't require a drink, nothing ever will." Trent scoffed, pulling his arm out of Courtney's hands. He walked into the kitchen towards his wine cabinet, and pulled out a bottle, along with a glass.

"Why can't you just do in vitro fertilization?" Trent groaned.

Courtney sighed, and walked over to him. "Because to me, it's wrong, and not natural. And that's why I want your help…" Courtney replied, biting her lip as she placed her hands on Trent shoulders, and looking at him up and down as she slid her hands down onto his chest. She locked gazes with Trent, staring deeply into his wide eyes. "Which means-"

"I know what it means!" Trent cut in, pushing away her hands irritated. He couldn't believe that this conversation was actually happening. Had Courtney lost her mind? "Come on, Courtney, you don't want to do it this way…"

"Yes, I do!" Courtney exclaimed. "I told you I've been thinking about this for a while. This is not a rash decision!"

Trent resisted an eye roll, and bit his lip. He clicked his tongue, and pursed his lips.

"Uh-huh." He muttered.

Courtney glared at how difficult Trent was being, and shoved him frustrated, making sure it wasn't too hard.

"Don't 'Uh-huh' me, Trent. I've come to the realization that I'm not good in relationships. They don't last long, and I can't stand most of the guys I've been involved with, but I still want kids."

Trent poured himself a glass of wine, and closed his eyes as he sipped it lightly. After a few moments passed, Courtney spoke up.

"Well, are you going to do it?" She questioned.

"What? No!" Trent exclaimed, his eyes widening.

Courtney frowned, and leaned on the kitchen island, propping herself up on her crossed arms.

"Why not?" She whined.

Trent looked at her as if she had three eyes, and blinked taken aback.

"Why not?" He repeated. Courtney nodded once, as if to respond to his question. Trent sighed and shook his head, before staring into her eyes with slightly narrowed ones. "Outside of being the craziest thing you've ever suggested, you… you…" He trailed off.

Courtney raised an eyebrow as Trent looked off to the distance, trying to pull out a lie. Courtney stared at him with no emotion, clearly not amused.

"You… um… You never return anything you borrow!" Trent exclaimed, pointing accusingly at Courtney.

Courtney scowled and let her jaw drop. Is this really the excuse Trent is giving her? Granted, Courtney knew this is a very awkward subject, and knew that Trent wasn't the greatest in awkward situations, but still. Really.

Courtney's scowl deepened, and she blew her bangs out of her face. "You wanna give me a real reason why not?" Courtney questioned, narrowing her eyes.

"I don't have to." Trent replied.

Courtney tilted her head back and groaned, before she made her way in front of Trent, blocking him from the kitchen island. Trent shifted his weight, feeling slightly uneasy at the close proximity of their bodies.

Courtney looked up at Trent with a small pout, and big obsidian eyes. She placed her hands on his shoulders once again, much to Trent's discomfort and pleasure, and brought their bodies even closer together, making Trent's eyes widen once more, as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I thought you wanted kids… You always tell me you do…" She murmured, playing with Trent's hair absentmindedly, sending shivers down the raven-haired male's spine.

Before he could lose anymore ground with the argument, Trent shakily grabbed Courtney's hands and unraveled her arms from around his neck. "Th-that's right, I do. But this is not what I had in mind." He stuttered, struggling to keep his tone of voice even.

"Oh please, you're not going to give me that stupid scenario of the 'perfect life' and the 'perfect woman' again, are you?" Courtney scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Trent turned away and crossed his arms, feeling slightly offended by her remark.

"Excuse me, but I'll thank you not to dismiss my plan." He scowled.

"You've had this plan since we were kids. Do you remember that list you showed me or the 'perfect woman'?" Courtney pressed, snorting slightly.

Trent's scowl deepened as he crossed his arms even more, turning back to the brunette. "I was seventeen when I made that, and it was a joke… mostly." He muttered, earning an eye roll from Courtney. Trent clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth, and pouted slightly. "And I'll also thank you to leave Gwen out of this."

"I know, I know. But the only difference on that list since then was that you added the rule 'Must not have slept with any fluorescent-mohawk wearing punks'." Courtney added.

Trent waved her off, and rolled his eyes. "Let's just forget that for now." He said. A few moments of silence passed, before Trent looked into Courtney's eyes, watching any hint of expression on her face dissolve.

"Let me ask you one thing. Why me?" He questioned.

Courtney could feel her cheeks start to heat up, and eyed Trent apprehensively. "…Honestly?" She asked.

"Yes."

Courtney sighed and looked down, before walking over to him. She looked up at him, and directly into his eyes.

"You are my best friend. We've known each other almost all of our lives. There is no man I care about or respect more than you." She said, softly. Trent's expression was beginning soften, Courtney's soft words danced through his ears. He watched as she gently grasped one of his hands with both of her velvety ones, and held it tenderly. Her lips twitched into a reminiscent smile, and she stared off into space.

"You are kind, handsome, gentle, intelligent, talented, a good person, and much, much, more. Any child would be lucky to have you as a father." Courtney murmured, her deep gaze focused on Trent's eyes.

Trent hesitantly grabbed onto Courtney's hands with the one that were clutched in hers, and sighed.

"Never in my life have I been so touched and horrified at the same time." Trent replied.

Courtney scowled and let go of Trent's hand, letting it fall to his side. She narrowed her eyes, and crossed her arms.

"Trent, I want your help!" She yelled.

"Stop saying that!" Trent groaned and cradled his head in his hands, irritated.

"Not until you think about this seriously!" Courtney retorted.

"Don't you think this kid would be slightly screwed up growing up this way? We're not married, we're not together. Our parents were married." He pointed out.

Courtney sighed and rolled her eyes, placing one hand on her curvy hip; though it was slightly hidden due to her baggy clothing.

"Trent, no matter how much at times you seem to be stuck in an olden time cliché romance novel, this is the twenty-first century. How many kids do you whose parents are still married?"

Trent paused to try and think for a moment. He tapped his chin, and ignored the eye roll he got for it.

"Well, there's… there's… Okay, how about those parents we met at that place during that… function?" He replied.

"They got divorced last month." Courtney responded, exasperation heard in her tone of voice.

Trent stared at her blankly, before sighing and running his fingers through his hair.

"Oh… Okay, bad example, but what if-"

"Trent, we can't live our lives contemplating ifs! What would happen if you keep waiting and it never happens?" Courtney cut in, staring Trent down with a hint of begging in her voice. Trent's eyes softened as Courtney tucked some hair behind her ear. "Won't you regret not taking the chance now?"

"Probably." He sighed.

Courtney's eyes narrowed as she jabbed him in the chest with her pointer finger. "So stop contemplating ifs and do something!" She snapped.

Trent quickly wrapped his arms around the unexpecting brunette, catching her off guard. He pressed his lips against her glossy ones, closing his eyes and lacing his fingers through her hair. Courtney's shocked and widened eyes quickly closed as her cheeks flashed pink and her lips molded with Trent's.

All too soon, Trent pulled away with an unreadable expression painted across his face. Courtney awkwardly bit her lip, and her eyes fluttered open.

"So… I-is that a yes?" She questioned, hoarsely, her mind still a little hazy from the kiss.

Trent pursed his lips, and sighed. "…It's a maybe." He replied.

Courtney's face lit up, and she pulled Trent into a hug, which he reluctantly returned.

"Oh, thank you! You won't regret this!" She squealed.

"Are you kidding? I already do…" He sighed, tiredly. He sent her a lazy smile. "Feel like stayin' the night? We can order a movie on demand, or something."

"Sure." Courtney smiled, deviously.

Trent caught her devilish grin, and sent her a slightly warning look. "No funny business, Court…" He warned.

Courtney's smile didn't falter, as she pulled away and sat herself down on the couch.

"I make no promises." She chuckled.

Trent couldn't help but smile as he rolled his eyes, joining Courtney on the couch.

Courtney scooted over to Trent, and grabbed his arm. She rested her head on his shoulder, and snuggled into him to become more comfortable.

Trent eyed her oddly, but didn't say a word, as he grabbed the remote control and began to scroll through some movies.

Despite how right it felt, having Courtney snuggled up against him, Trent couldn't help but think to himself.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Well, this went way better than expected! I hope you enjoyed this like me, and hopefully updates will be more frequent with this, and my other fics now that the musical is over… Sadface, and happy face at the same time! So… This! :| Hehe, thanks for reading, please alert, favourite, subscribe, and most of all… Please review!