"Please faccent your seat-belts, we are ready to begin our flight."

I did as the piliot said and buckled my belts. I sighed, and layed my head back on the poorly made plane seats. I couldn't help but think about James, and how I lied to him about my flea.

I knew lying is not a good way to start marriage, but geographingly speaking, I'm already married.

So as I laid my head, I slowly drifted into not-so-deep-but-not-so-light sleep. In my dream, I dreampt about the man I supposely am already engaged with.

It was still a shock to me, that in one night from my clueless young mind I would be married. This sounds like a scene from HangOver.

I shuddered from the thought, but my dream was interrupted from loud noise. I quickly walked up, as my mind was cautioned.
"We have entered some heavy weather. It will be a bumping ride!"The poilet had anounced.

I sighed frusrtatedly."Not even on a plane, could I relax."I complained and sat there ready to arrive in Arizona.

Hell awaits.

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The punk slupped in the couch and continue to flip through random stations. A second or two of waiting to see if a interesting would show up, than he would instantly change it.

He sighed, and rubbed his face."Just forget it about Duncan."Duncan repeated to himself.

It was plain and simple. He would forget about and sooner or later it would just slide away, like water on a ducks back. But the fact of the matter was; it wasn't such a sly problem that it would be easily forgotten.

In pure ink, it read horribly he was married to that....girl. It made him shudder in thought that this might be true. It seemed to fake to be real. He assumed he lost that when he was 18 he must have lost his mind for a brief day, and gotten the thought of marrying a stuck like her would be fun.....

It certainly didn't make since, than again, she was kinda hot....

What am I saying?! I barley knew the girl, let alone talked to her. He thought.

Than it hit him!

It probably was just some sick prank that someone had did. No way, would he marry Courtney Daniels, even if he was wasted. It's nothing to worry about, a joke is a joke, he'll probably get back at the creep who did this to him, but right now he would relax off the stress that he had just gained after the 6 hours of searching for his so-called-wify.

Psh. It almost made him laugh that he would think such a thing.

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"Bridgett, Bridgett, yes I know, it wasn't my fault that my pilot was crapping flying. This is why I don't like flying."Courtney exclaimed to her friend to her best blond friend.

Courntey had called Bridgett as soon as she stepped foot in A-r-i-zon-a. Earlier before Courtney had heard of this horrid news, Bridgett had mention that her Uncle had owned a 3 star Hotel, and even though it not be upper class as Courtney wanted, it's better than the Motel she was planning in checking in.

"Well, thanks anyway Bridge, I have to go now, bye."As she said 'Farwell' to her buddy, she aproached the giant building.

She sighed deeply, and went into the Hotel. The inside theme was red roses with the slash of spring. It looked lovely, it amazed Courtney as she saw some roses were laying aside of some lamps. She almost forgot that she was suppose to checking in.

She walked over to the desk, notice that no one was there to serve her services. She looked around for someone but no one was there.

She rang the bell once.

She rang it twice.

She rang it a third time.

Now Courtney annoyed by this, and randomly started to incessively ring the bell. Than a hand stopped her and a woman was looking at her like she had go insane."How may I help you ma'ma?"She spat bitterly.

Courtney held back everything she had from not jumping over this desk and strangeringly the rude lady."Well, I'm here to take my reservations of a Hotel room."Courtney said as sweetly as possible.

She pulled out a tiny stack of papers as she loudly smacking her gum. Every pop she chewed aggrivated Courtney."Your reservation name ma'ma."She groaned.

"Um, Courtney Daniels, I'm not sure if tha-"She was cut off.

"Not in the list Ma'ma."She spat.

"Yeah, you see my friend's Uncle had it reser-"

"If it's not on the list it's not on the list Ma'ma."She once again interrupted her.

"But my friend's Uncle-"

"If it's not on the list Ma'ma it's-"

"LIST YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE FUCKING LIST! I TRAVELED 5 FREAKING HOURS TO THIS PLACE, AND MY FRIEND'S UNCLE-WHO OWNS THIS PLACE-GAVE ME A RESERVATION! SO IF YOU MENTION THAT STUPID LIST TO ME AGAIN, SO HELP ME, I WILL-"

"Courtney!"A voiced joyfully after her.

Courtney turned around and her enrage act was lost in space, as she saw her friend's Uncle come her way with a giant smile on his face."Mr. Fellards! It's so great to see you again."She cooed, acting as if that insane blert had never happend.

"It's great to see you too! Bridgett has told me so much about you! You must be looking for your room. Well, you should be able to get it from her."He said, pointing at the un-ruly bitch!

The girl showed her most poker-lishes face she could put on. She reached under her desk and pulled out a key."Why thank you."Mr Fellards said, as he nudged a furious prep.

Courtney looked at her with burning rage in her eyes."T-Thank You-u."She gritted through her teeth, and partly snatched the key from her hand.

Courtney turned around and put on a fakish smile for the man, and marched to the elevator, relaxed out in her room, and started to unpack.

Who ever knew that devorcing someone would be so.....difficult.

To Be Continued..........