Courtney's POV
And there stood. . . And totaly strange man! He had blak hair with a mohawk, teal blue eyes, and he was wearing a black shirt with a skull.
"Uhm, you're not Bridgette?" he said, and even thought i was drunk, i could still hear that he was drunk too.
"No, i preyed houses with her for 2 weeks, ut who are you?"
"I'm Bridgette's brother Duncan, and who are you?"
"I'm Courtney, nice to meet you! Uhm, wanna come in?"
"Sure" he said, and i walked in an sat on the couch.
"Want somthing to drink?" i asked. "Redwie or somthing else?"
"Uhm, what about that bottle of vodka that's standing there?" he asked.
"Sure, i'll take the glass." i said, and walked out to the kitchen.
"Where the f*** are those galss?!" i yelled, and he came up from behid and placed his arm around my waist.
"Here" he said, and showed me the glass.
"Oh, uhm, thank you" i said.
"I've been here a million times, so i know where everything is. And of course i would help you"
Then he kissed me on the lips, and pulled me upstairs. . .
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Bridgette's POV
I began to be dark, and i was driving trough the dark alleys in L.A, tryig to find some kinda resturant, but i saw an old man stand on one of the sidewalks. He looked lie he was lost, so i parked the car close to him, and ran up to him.
"Uhm, Mr. do you need help to get home?" i asked nicely.
"Do you know where i live?"
"Uhm, i think so"
"Okay good, then there atleast one of us who know it!" he said, and walked up to my car and sat in there.
I pressed the speeder and we drove of.
I found his house, and we got out and i followed him up to the house, just to ake sure, that he came home well.
"Can i give you somthing to say thanks?" he said.
"No, it's my plessure to help you" i sad, and began to walk away.
"Well, i can atleast give you somthing to eat? would you like to go with me t a resturant i know?" he said and smiled.
"No, i do'n-" but then i heard my tummy rumble, and i felt iwas hungry.
"Okay, maybe it's a good idea" i said, and we walked inside. I said i wanted to see his house, so he let me inside.
"You got alot of mails! Look at this letter! May i open it?" i said, and took one of the letters.
"Yes, but it always says the same stuff" he said.
I opend the letter, and it invited him to some kind of a celebration party for him.
"I did'nt know your name was Athur!" i said.
"I do'nt wanna come, just to see 11 people clap for me. And who wanna come up on a stage with a walingstick?"
"What movies have you made?"
"Alot, i can give you a list if you want me to"
"That would be so nice of you!"
"Okay, i'll be back just in a minute." and then he walked away with his walking stick.
I looked around in the room and saw some kinda prise (sp?)
"Wow, you have a prise! Is it for one of your movies?" i said when he came back.
"Yes, but i still do'nt wanna come to that party" he said.
"Maybe i could train you, so you do'nt need your walking stick to get up on the stage." i said.
He looked at me, and shaked his head.
"That's impossiple."
"Maybe not! I can train with you in my swimming pool, and you can learn to walk again!"
"Hmm, we can always try, but should'nt we go tothat resturant now?"
We drove of to the resturant, and we found a table.
And there stood. . . And totaly strange man! He had blak hair with a mohawk, teal blue eyes, and he was wearing a black shirt with a skull.
"Uhm, you're not Bridgette?" he said, and even thought i was drunk, i could still hear that he was drunk too.
"No, i preyed houses with her for 2 weeks, ut who are you?"
"I'm Bridgette's brother Duncan, and who are you?"
"I'm Courtney, nice to meet you! Uhm, wanna come in?"
"Sure" he said, and i walked in an sat on the couch.
"Want somthing to drink?" i asked. "Redwie or somthing else?"
"Uhm, what about that bottle of vodka that's standing there?" he asked.
"Sure, i'll take the glass." i said, and walked out to the kitchen.
"Where the f*** are those galss?!" i yelled, and he came up from behid and placed his arm around my waist.
"Here" he said, and showed me the glass.
"Oh, uhm, thank you" i said.
"I've been here a million times, so i know where everything is. And of course i would help you"
Then he kissed me on the lips, and pulled me upstairs. . .
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Bridgette's POV
I began to be dark, and i was driving trough the dark alleys in L.A, tryig to find some kinda resturant, but i saw an old man stand on one of the sidewalks. He looked lie he was lost, so i parked the car close to him, and ran up to him.
"Uhm, Mr. do you need help to get home?" i asked nicely.
"Do you know where i live?"
"Uhm, i think so"
"Okay good, then there atleast one of us who know it!" he said, and walked up to my car and sat in there.
I pressed the speeder and we drove of.
I found his house, and we got out and i followed him up to the house, just to ake sure, that he came home well.
"Can i give you somthing to say thanks?" he said.
"No, it's my plessure to help you" i sad, and began to walk away.
"Well, i can atleast give you somthing to eat? would you like to go with me t a resturant i know?" he said and smiled.
"No, i do'n-" but then i heard my tummy rumble, and i felt iwas hungry.
"Okay, maybe it's a good idea" i said, and we walked inside. I said i wanted to see his house, so he let me inside.
"You got alot of mails! Look at this letter! May i open it?" i said, and took one of the letters.
"Yes, but it always says the same stuff" he said.
I opend the letter, and it invited him to some kind of a celebration party for him.
"I did'nt know your name was Athur!" i said.
"I do'nt wanna come, just to see 11 people clap for me. And who wanna come up on a stage with a walingstick?"
"What movies have you made?"
"Alot, i can give you a list if you want me to"
"That would be so nice of you!"
"Okay, i'll be back just in a minute." and then he walked away with his walking stick.
I looked around in the room and saw some kinda prise (sp?)
"Wow, you have a prise! Is it for one of your movies?" i said when he came back.
"Yes, but i still do'nt wanna come to that party" he said.
"Maybe i could train you, so you do'nt need your walking stick to get up on the stage." i said.
He looked at me, and shaked his head.
"That's impossiple."
"Maybe not! I can train with you in my swimming pool, and you can learn to walk again!"
"Hmm, we can always try, but should'nt we go tothat resturant now?"
We drove of to the resturant, and we found a table.