Duncan’s POV
“Are you done copying?”
“Uh… yeah.” I hand the sheet of paper to Courtney, who takes the sheet and glances it over. She winces.
“We can always type it up…” She mumbles. My handwriting isn’t exactly… legible.
I lean back my chair and smile. I convinced Courtney that working at my house would help us concentrate. The knowledge that we’re alone spikes a couple of ideas, but I try to ignore them. She’s actually been tolerant of me so far, and one wrong move on my part could mess that up. Still, that doesn’t stop little scenarios from playing over in my head.
“So, how much do we have left to do?” I ask.
“Not much. I think we can finish tomorrow. I should be going. My family has probably already finished dinner.” Courtney starts to pack up, and I scramble for a reason for her to stay.
“You can have supper here.” She smiles softly, but declines.
“No, thanks. I really have to-” Courtney is cut off by the sound of the door clicking open. My mom’s voice drifts from the foyer.
“Duncan? I’m home. A couple of the other officers and I are going out for dinner so- oh. Hello.” She stops upon entering the kitchen, where Courtney and I sit at the breakfast table.
“I didn’t know you had a friend over.” My mom says, smiling at Courtney. She smiles back.
“I’m Courtney.” Mom’s face lights up. She always liked Courtney. For weeks after TDI she pestered me to call her. Apparently, she thought Courtney would be a ‘good influence’. Right.
“Oh, right. Duncan’s little girlfriend from the show. I didn’t realize you lived nearby.” Out, of the corner of my eye, I see Courtney blush. Unfortunately, my mother is oblivious to the awkwardness. She continues.
“What was that nickname you had for her?” She taps her chin thoughtfully. “Princess! That was it. Duncan was right, you are a cute girl.” Courtney blushes a shade deeper, and I feel my own face getting hot. But my mother doesn’t stop there.
“I kept telling Duncan: Why don’t you call her? But he said he didn’t have your number. I told him he should just look you up in the phone book, but he didn’t know where you lived. Of course I-”
“You said something about going out for dinner?” I cut in. Anything to keep her from continuing.
“Oh, yes well a couple officers and I are going out to dinner together. I just have to get changed out of my uniform.” She turns to Courtney. “Have you eaten?”
“Oh, well. I was just going.” Courtney says quietly, obviously uncomfortable.
Mom waves her hand, brushing off the idea. “No, no. You can eat here. Duncan, there’s some spaghetti leftover from last night in the fridge. You can heat that up. Nice meeting you, Courtney.” With that, she trots upstairs, changes, and slips out the front door to the car waiting for her outside. Courtney and I sit, waiting for the uncomfortable silence to ease away.
On the bright side, my mom got Courtney to stay for at least a half-hour longer. On the downside, her blush hasn’t faded.
“So, uh…” I run a hand through my mohawk. “You… wanna eat?” Courtney nods without making eye contact.
I quickly heat up the pasta and hand Courtney her plate. She smiles in a thank-you.
I keep my eyes on my plate as we eat, afraid to say anything. What could I possibly say to make anything better? I glance over at Courtney, just long enough to see that she’s smiling slightly.
“So, you mentioned me to your family, huh?”
I shrug, trying to minimize the damage. “Not really. They kind of just bothered me about you after the show. Well, my mom did anyway. My dad didn’t really care. He was just upset that I didn’t win the hundred grand.”
“You think your family was upset? My mom was seriously worked up. She insisted we file another lawsuit. She even tried to get a petition going to get me back on the show. If it wasn’t for Harold, I probably would’ve won.” She scowls at mentioning his name. I frown.
“Why? What’d Harold do?”
Courtney raises her eyebrows in surprise. “You don’t know? He switched the votes so I would get kicked off instead of him.”
My eyes widen. “I knew you shouldn’t have been booted off of the island! What a jerk… but why? What did he have against you?”
“Nothing. He did it to piss you off after you’d been picking on him all week.” She says coolly. I suddenly feel guilty.
“Oh, well… sorry I got you kicked off.”
Courtney shrugs. “It’s okay; it wasn’t really your fault. Besides, I was sick of that island anyway. It was a living hell.”
I grin. “My words exactly.” I twirl a couple of strands of spaghetti on my fork, trying to think of a way to keep the conversation going.
“So, did you have any TDI stalkers after the island?” At these words, her face darkens. Wrong move.
“Yes” Courtney says sharply, glaring at me. I raise my palms in surrender.
“What? It’s not my fault we became reality show celebrities. I got just as annoyed as you.”
“Did you have some moron call you by that stupid nickname you gave me every day for the six weeks following TDI?”
“Oh…”
“Every single day I heard it! I wasn’t Courtney anymore, I was ‘Princess’- at least to all of the guys. My geography teacher even called me that! And if that wasn’t enough, everyone was bothering me about hooking up with the ‘bad boy’.” She sighs. “It had ceased, but now you’re here, and it’ll start all over again.”
Courtney groans and drops her head in her hands. I smile a little. “Well, if anyone other than me calls you Princess, I’ll kick his ass. No one can call you that… except me, of course.”
Courtney lifts her head and smiles. “Oh? I didn’t take you for the protective type.”
I grin and lean recline in my chair. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Princess.” She cocks her head to the right and looks at me.
“Well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
“Like what?”
“Um…” She taps the table with her index finger in thought. “Did you know I have an older sister?”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yep, Amanda. She’s two years older than me. What about you? Any siblings?” Courtney says, before taking another bite of her food.
“Nope. Only child. Anything else?”
She swallows before continuing. “So… your mom’s a police officer, huh?”
“Yeah. My whole family is full of cops. My parents, my uncles, aunts, my grandfather… even my grandma. She isn’t exactly the most ambitious person, but she’s in the business too.”
“Do you ever feel…” Courtney pauses, searching for the right words. “Out of place?”
“Usually. It’s kinda like I was born into the wrong family.” Not wanting our conversation to get heavy, I change the subject. “What’s your favorite movie?”
“It’s A Wonderful Life.”
“You like that cheesy crap?”
“Yes. And it’s not cheesy… or crap. Favorite color?”
“Green. Yours?”
“Uhh… blue. What did you go to juvy for?”
“A couple of different reasons… none of which I want to talk about. Favorite food?”
She half smiles and taps the plate with her fork. “Leftover spaghetti.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep.”
“Why leftover spaghetti? Why not… not leftover spaghetti?”
Courtney shrugs. “I don’t know. It just tastes better than fresh spaghetti to me.”
“I hate leftover spaghetti.”
She raises an eyebrow and looks at my plate. “Than why are you eating it?”
I consider this. “Good question” I push the plate away, but scoop up a little sauce on my finger- which I smear on Courtney’s nose.
“Hey!” She squeals.
“Oops… lemme get that for you…” I lean over and lick the sauce off of her nose.
“Ahha! Duncan stop!” Courtney slaps my cheek lightly and wipes her nose on her sleeve. “E-ew! Gross!”
I grin. Courtney glares at me. “Not funny!”
Nice one.
I could help it!
I could too. Everything was going nicely and then I had to go and ruin in. Now she’s going to leave.
She doesn’t want to. I know it…
Courtney does stand up, but instead of packing her things, she takes the plates to the kitchen and places them in the sink.
“While your up, fix me a drink, would ya?”
“You were actually behaving like a decent human being for once, and you just had to go and act like a pig and ruin it.” Courtney rolls her eyes.
“I was only trying to have some fun, babe. You need to loosen up.” I offer her a suggestive smirk. “I have an idea…”
Courtney throws the dish towel in my face and glares. “Not going to happen.”
“Alright, but I do have another idea.” I lift the towel off of my face and look Courtney in the eye. “See, my friend is having this party tomorrow night and-“
“No. No no no no. I know what you’re getting at. Forget it.” She dismisses the idea.
Like I’m going to take that.
“Come on. It’s not going to be out of control like one of Geoff’s parties. There’s no drinking and I’d have you home by twelve.” Okay, so that’s a lie. I know there’ll be beer and I don’t know how out of control it might get. Plus, there’s no way she’s getting back by twelve. Two in the morning at the earliest.
Courtney seems to consider to idea, but I know it’s still not enough to convince her. She opens her mouth to say something, but I cut her off before she can object to the idea.
“Plus, it’d be a lot of fun. And if anyone asks, I’ll say you aren’t with me. And we can leave anytime you want.” That’s a lie too. But I’d say anything to get her to agree to the idea. I haven’t seen Party Courtney, and I have a feeling that I want to.
Courtney seems to be on edge now, caught in the middle of two choices. I have to get her to say yes before her common sense kicks in.
“And, uhh…” What can I say? “It’d be a great chance to meet new people?” I try.
Courtney sighs. Does that mean she’ll go?
“Fine- if my parents say it’s alright… I’ll go. But I’m staying until eleven. And if you try anything, I’ll call my sister and have her pick me up. Okay?” Her tone sounds defeated, but I find myself trying to keep a satisfied grin from surfacing on my face.
“Cool. I’ll pick you up at nine on Friday.”
“Whatever. I know I’m going to regret this. Now could you drive me home? It’s later than I thought.”
“Yeah, sure.” I grab my keys and hurry out the door.
Courtney’s POV
I unbuckle my seatbelt and slip out of the car. Grabbing my bag, I stride up to my front door with Duncan following behind.
“You know, you don’t have to walk me to my house all of the time.” I remind him.
“Why, I’m just being nice!” He says with mock sincerity.
“You can be nice? I had no idea.” I smirk.
“Only to you.”
“Ri-ight. I’m not so sure about that.” I turn to unlock the door, but it opens before I can slip the key into the lock.
“You’re late.” It’s my sister. Amanda looks at me dully. “We already ate. You can make yourself some soup or something.”
“I had leftover spaghetti at Duncan’s. I’m not hungry.”
“Fan-cy.” I can tell she’s not in a good mood. But her gaze travels upwards and meets Duncan’s. Her eyes spark with interest when she recognizes him.
“Oohhh, so you’re the delinquent that got my uptight sister to loosen up for once. Nice to meet you.”
I glare at Amanda, but she doesn’t seem to care. “You have to tell me how you got her to go bad-ass.”
“I am not bad-ass!” I snap. She spikes an eyebrow at me.
“Yeah? Did you tell Duncan about your b-”
“NO!” I cut in quickly. “No, I didn’t.” There is no way he’s going to find out about that, if I can help it.
“Tell me ‘bout what, Princess?” Duncan looks at me suspiciously.
“Nothing that concerns you. Now goodnight.” I move to close the door.
“Don’t forget about tomorrow.” He winks and turns to return to his car. I close the door.
Amanda eyes me as I remove my shoes and sweater. “What’s happening tomorrow?”
I sigh, remembering my agreement. “Duncan’s taking me to a party. Against my better judgment, I might add.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea? You can get pretty crazy at parties.” She grins.
“Which is why I don’t go to parties.”
“Then why are you going to one?”
“I have no idea.” I place my shoes in the coat closet and hurry up the stairs, but stop mid-step at Amanda’s voice.
“Josh called.”
“Oh yeah? I’ll call him back then.” I turn to continue upstairs.
“Courtney…” I turn back around to see a devious look on my sister’s face. Her eyes have narrowed into slits, but her smile is wide and exited.
“Are you trying to juggle two boyfriends at once?”
“What?” I gasp. “No! Of course not! What would make you think that?”
“Oh, I don’t know… maybe it’s because you are dating Josh and are spending an awful lot of time with your ex-boyfriend at the same time.”
“But I don’t like Duncan anymore! He… knows that I’m not interested… And he doesn’t like me…”
“So that’s why he still calls you Princess?” I wince a little at the truth. “Besides, have you even told him about Josh?”
“Well…” I stutter. “No… but he doesn’t need to know. It’s none of his business.” I race up the stairs, but stop at the top step and add a last thought before continuing.
“And he was never my boyfriend.”
“Are you done copying?”
“Uh… yeah.” I hand the sheet of paper to Courtney, who takes the sheet and glances it over. She winces.
“We can always type it up…” She mumbles. My handwriting isn’t exactly… legible.
I lean back my chair and smile. I convinced Courtney that working at my house would help us concentrate. The knowledge that we’re alone spikes a couple of ideas, but I try to ignore them. She’s actually been tolerant of me so far, and one wrong move on my part could mess that up. Still, that doesn’t stop little scenarios from playing over in my head.
“So, how much do we have left to do?” I ask.
“Not much. I think we can finish tomorrow. I should be going. My family has probably already finished dinner.” Courtney starts to pack up, and I scramble for a reason for her to stay.
“You can have supper here.” She smiles softly, but declines.
“No, thanks. I really have to-” Courtney is cut off by the sound of the door clicking open. My mom’s voice drifts from the foyer.
“Duncan? I’m home. A couple of the other officers and I are going out for dinner so- oh. Hello.” She stops upon entering the kitchen, where Courtney and I sit at the breakfast table.
“I didn’t know you had a friend over.” My mom says, smiling at Courtney. She smiles back.
“I’m Courtney.” Mom’s face lights up. She always liked Courtney. For weeks after TDI she pestered me to call her. Apparently, she thought Courtney would be a ‘good influence’. Right.
“Oh, right. Duncan’s little girlfriend from the show. I didn’t realize you lived nearby.” Out, of the corner of my eye, I see Courtney blush. Unfortunately, my mother is oblivious to the awkwardness. She continues.
“What was that nickname you had for her?” She taps her chin thoughtfully. “Princess! That was it. Duncan was right, you are a cute girl.” Courtney blushes a shade deeper, and I feel my own face getting hot. But my mother doesn’t stop there.
“I kept telling Duncan: Why don’t you call her? But he said he didn’t have your number. I told him he should just look you up in the phone book, but he didn’t know where you lived. Of course I-”
“You said something about going out for dinner?” I cut in. Anything to keep her from continuing.
“Oh, yes well a couple officers and I are going out to dinner together. I just have to get changed out of my uniform.” She turns to Courtney. “Have you eaten?”
“Oh, well. I was just going.” Courtney says quietly, obviously uncomfortable.
Mom waves her hand, brushing off the idea. “No, no. You can eat here. Duncan, there’s some spaghetti leftover from last night in the fridge. You can heat that up. Nice meeting you, Courtney.” With that, she trots upstairs, changes, and slips out the front door to the car waiting for her outside. Courtney and I sit, waiting for the uncomfortable silence to ease away.
On the bright side, my mom got Courtney to stay for at least a half-hour longer. On the downside, her blush hasn’t faded.
“So, uh…” I run a hand through my mohawk. “You… wanna eat?” Courtney nods without making eye contact.
I quickly heat up the pasta and hand Courtney her plate. She smiles in a thank-you.
I keep my eyes on my plate as we eat, afraid to say anything. What could I possibly say to make anything better? I glance over at Courtney, just long enough to see that she’s smiling slightly.
“So, you mentioned me to your family, huh?”
I shrug, trying to minimize the damage. “Not really. They kind of just bothered me about you after the show. Well, my mom did anyway. My dad didn’t really care. He was just upset that I didn’t win the hundred grand.”
“You think your family was upset? My mom was seriously worked up. She insisted we file another lawsuit. She even tried to get a petition going to get me back on the show. If it wasn’t for Harold, I probably would’ve won.” She scowls at mentioning his name. I frown.
“Why? What’d Harold do?”
Courtney raises her eyebrows in surprise. “You don’t know? He switched the votes so I would get kicked off instead of him.”
My eyes widen. “I knew you shouldn’t have been booted off of the island! What a jerk… but why? What did he have against you?”
“Nothing. He did it to piss you off after you’d been picking on him all week.” She says coolly. I suddenly feel guilty.
“Oh, well… sorry I got you kicked off.”
Courtney shrugs. “It’s okay; it wasn’t really your fault. Besides, I was sick of that island anyway. It was a living hell.”
I grin. “My words exactly.” I twirl a couple of strands of spaghetti on my fork, trying to think of a way to keep the conversation going.
“So, did you have any TDI stalkers after the island?” At these words, her face darkens. Wrong move.
“Yes” Courtney says sharply, glaring at me. I raise my palms in surrender.
“What? It’s not my fault we became reality show celebrities. I got just as annoyed as you.”
“Did you have some moron call you by that stupid nickname you gave me every day for the six weeks following TDI?”
“Oh…”
“Every single day I heard it! I wasn’t Courtney anymore, I was ‘Princess’- at least to all of the guys. My geography teacher even called me that! And if that wasn’t enough, everyone was bothering me about hooking up with the ‘bad boy’.” She sighs. “It had ceased, but now you’re here, and it’ll start all over again.”
Courtney groans and drops her head in her hands. I smile a little. “Well, if anyone other than me calls you Princess, I’ll kick his ass. No one can call you that… except me, of course.”
Courtney lifts her head and smiles. “Oh? I didn’t take you for the protective type.”
I grin and lean recline in my chair. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Princess.” She cocks her head to the right and looks at me.
“Well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
“Like what?”
“Um…” She taps the table with her index finger in thought. “Did you know I have an older sister?”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yep, Amanda. She’s two years older than me. What about you? Any siblings?” Courtney says, before taking another bite of her food.
“Nope. Only child. Anything else?”
She swallows before continuing. “So… your mom’s a police officer, huh?”
“Yeah. My whole family is full of cops. My parents, my uncles, aunts, my grandfather… even my grandma. She isn’t exactly the most ambitious person, but she’s in the business too.”
“Do you ever feel…” Courtney pauses, searching for the right words. “Out of place?”
“Usually. It’s kinda like I was born into the wrong family.” Not wanting our conversation to get heavy, I change the subject. “What’s your favorite movie?”
“It’s A Wonderful Life.”
“You like that cheesy crap?”
“Yes. And it’s not cheesy… or crap. Favorite color?”
“Green. Yours?”
“Uhh… blue. What did you go to juvy for?”
“A couple of different reasons… none of which I want to talk about. Favorite food?”
She half smiles and taps the plate with her fork. “Leftover spaghetti.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep.”
“Why leftover spaghetti? Why not… not leftover spaghetti?”
Courtney shrugs. “I don’t know. It just tastes better than fresh spaghetti to me.”
“I hate leftover spaghetti.”
She raises an eyebrow and looks at my plate. “Than why are you eating it?”
I consider this. “Good question” I push the plate away, but scoop up a little sauce on my finger- which I smear on Courtney’s nose.
“Hey!” She squeals.
“Oops… lemme get that for you…” I lean over and lick the sauce off of her nose.
“Ahha! Duncan stop!” Courtney slaps my cheek lightly and wipes her nose on her sleeve. “E-ew! Gross!”
I grin. Courtney glares at me. “Not funny!”
Nice one.
I could help it!
I could too. Everything was going nicely and then I had to go and ruin in. Now she’s going to leave.
She doesn’t want to. I know it…
Courtney does stand up, but instead of packing her things, she takes the plates to the kitchen and places them in the sink.
“While your up, fix me a drink, would ya?”
“You were actually behaving like a decent human being for once, and you just had to go and act like a pig and ruin it.” Courtney rolls her eyes.
“I was only trying to have some fun, babe. You need to loosen up.” I offer her a suggestive smirk. “I have an idea…”
Courtney throws the dish towel in my face and glares. “Not going to happen.”
“Alright, but I do have another idea.” I lift the towel off of my face and look Courtney in the eye. “See, my friend is having this party tomorrow night and-“
“No. No no no no. I know what you’re getting at. Forget it.” She dismisses the idea.
Like I’m going to take that.
“Come on. It’s not going to be out of control like one of Geoff’s parties. There’s no drinking and I’d have you home by twelve.” Okay, so that’s a lie. I know there’ll be beer and I don’t know how out of control it might get. Plus, there’s no way she’s getting back by twelve. Two in the morning at the earliest.
Courtney seems to consider to idea, but I know it’s still not enough to convince her. She opens her mouth to say something, but I cut her off before she can object to the idea.
“Plus, it’d be a lot of fun. And if anyone asks, I’ll say you aren’t with me. And we can leave anytime you want.” That’s a lie too. But I’d say anything to get her to agree to the idea. I haven’t seen Party Courtney, and I have a feeling that I want to.
Courtney seems to be on edge now, caught in the middle of two choices. I have to get her to say yes before her common sense kicks in.
“And, uhh…” What can I say? “It’d be a great chance to meet new people?” I try.
Courtney sighs. Does that mean she’ll go?
“Fine- if my parents say it’s alright… I’ll go. But I’m staying until eleven. And if you try anything, I’ll call my sister and have her pick me up. Okay?” Her tone sounds defeated, but I find myself trying to keep a satisfied grin from surfacing on my face.
“Cool. I’ll pick you up at nine on Friday.”
“Whatever. I know I’m going to regret this. Now could you drive me home? It’s later than I thought.”
“Yeah, sure.” I grab my keys and hurry out the door.
Courtney’s POV
I unbuckle my seatbelt and slip out of the car. Grabbing my bag, I stride up to my front door with Duncan following behind.
“You know, you don’t have to walk me to my house all of the time.” I remind him.
“Why, I’m just being nice!” He says with mock sincerity.
“You can be nice? I had no idea.” I smirk.
“Only to you.”
“Ri-ight. I’m not so sure about that.” I turn to unlock the door, but it opens before I can slip the key into the lock.
“You’re late.” It’s my sister. Amanda looks at me dully. “We already ate. You can make yourself some soup or something.”
“I had leftover spaghetti at Duncan’s. I’m not hungry.”
“Fan-cy.” I can tell she’s not in a good mood. But her gaze travels upwards and meets Duncan’s. Her eyes spark with interest when she recognizes him.
“Oohhh, so you’re the delinquent that got my uptight sister to loosen up for once. Nice to meet you.”
I glare at Amanda, but she doesn’t seem to care. “You have to tell me how you got her to go bad-ass.”
“I am not bad-ass!” I snap. She spikes an eyebrow at me.
“Yeah? Did you tell Duncan about your b-”
“NO!” I cut in quickly. “No, I didn’t.” There is no way he’s going to find out about that, if I can help it.
“Tell me ‘bout what, Princess?” Duncan looks at me suspiciously.
“Nothing that concerns you. Now goodnight.” I move to close the door.
“Don’t forget about tomorrow.” He winks and turns to return to his car. I close the door.
Amanda eyes me as I remove my shoes and sweater. “What’s happening tomorrow?”
I sigh, remembering my agreement. “Duncan’s taking me to a party. Against my better judgment, I might add.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea? You can get pretty crazy at parties.” She grins.
“Which is why I don’t go to parties.”
“Then why are you going to one?”
“I have no idea.” I place my shoes in the coat closet and hurry up the stairs, but stop mid-step at Amanda’s voice.
“Josh called.”
“Oh yeah? I’ll call him back then.” I turn to continue upstairs.
“Courtney…” I turn back around to see a devious look on my sister’s face. Her eyes have narrowed into slits, but her smile is wide and exited.
“Are you trying to juggle two boyfriends at once?”
“What?” I gasp. “No! Of course not! What would make you think that?”
“Oh, I don’t know… maybe it’s because you are dating Josh and are spending an awful lot of time with your ex-boyfriend at the same time.”
“But I don’t like Duncan anymore! He… knows that I’m not interested… And he doesn’t like me…”
“So that’s why he still calls you Princess?” I wince a little at the truth. “Besides, have you even told him about Josh?”
“Well…” I stutter. “No… but he doesn’t need to know. It’s none of his business.” I race up the stairs, but stop at the top step and add a last thought before continuing.
“And he was never my boyfriend.”
im pregnet duncan picked her up spun her around in the air then they kissed . they were very happy but now they have to plan a wedding plan for a baby an buy a house so they called every one exspit for heather (shes dead)and tell them the good news but courtneys parnets are very disappointed an refuse to come to the wedding now courtney upset but duncan quickley cheers her up. courtney and duncan go to the docter to hear the heartbeat of the baby when the docter (aka.bridgette) looked confused
just finsnhed part 3 wil be pose on part furter notice
just finsnhed part 3 wil be pose on part furter notice