Crap and The Meeting
The phone rang, waking Courtney up from her wonderful dream. It was about a hot criminal and he was—
No, he is not hot! No, it was not a wonderful dream! Courtney’s denial side screamed in her mind.
Courtney tiredly searched for the phone in the dark. She accidentally knocked off her alarm clock off the nightstand. At least it didn’t die under my hands every damn morning.
She pressed the button and put the phone on her ear. “Hello?” she mumbled drowsily.
“What’s this I heard about a hot criminal coming in through your window, kissing you?” a voice she knew oh-so-well asked teasingly.
Courtney gasped in astonishment. “Gwen! You’re back! How?! When?! Where?! Huh?! What?!” she said happily.
“Yes, I’m back. How you ask? From a noisy airplane. I came back late which was a couple of hours ago. I came back from Paris. I can’t answer that ‘Huh?!’ question, because it seems quite irrational. And I am not going to repeat all of those answers for that last question, ‘cause I’m freaking tired.”
Courtney smiled. There’s the smartass Gwen she knew. She missed her so much ever since she left for her trip to Paris.
“How was your trip, Gwen?!” Courtney exclaimed.
“Ennuyeusement beau!” Gwen said. “I ate disgusting food and I met stinky people. It was great!”
Courtney laughed. “I missed you so much! When will I see you?”
“Well, Trent’s going to throw a welcome back bash for me. He’s so sweet. That’ll really get Geoff going. So I’ll see you at the party tomorrow probably. And I met a friend; her name’s Caroline. She’s one of the artists I was with during my trip. She’s in Quebec now. You should meet her.”
“She’s seems interesting coming from you. Did you paint anything awesome that I can see, or is it too depressing?”
Gwen laughed. “Nah, you can see it. I was pretty intimidated by the other artists I was with. But they were all nice. I’m going to bed now, so I’ll see you at the party tomorrow.” She paused. “Then you can tell me all the details about this hot criminal.”
Courtney groaned. “Gwen! Did Bridgette tell you?!”
“Well, you know Bridgette—she can’t keep a secret from me. Bye!” There was a click and no sound.
Courtney turned off her phone and buried herself under the covers, sighing.
--
Duncan carried the huge pack of drinks to the huge cooler near the door. Trent was currently on the phone with the DJ, and was rearranging the room at the same time. He was totally freaking out.
Duncan set the drinks one by one in the cooler and after that, went toward Trent. He put a hand on Trent’s shoulder, surprising Trent. Trent looked at Duncan with wide eyes.
“Whoa, dude, you freaking scared the crap out of me!” he said. “No, man, not you. I was talking to my creepy dude here. So, you’ll be coming here at seven o’ clock sharp tonight? Okay, good, just making sure. Yeah, I’m freaking out. She’s my girlfriend, and I have to make it special… Well…it’s not romantic, but it has to be awesome. ‘Kay, thanks, James. Bye.” He pressed a button.
“Dude, calm down. Gwen will love this party. You throw the greatest parties ever—other than Geoff, that is. Besides, Gwen’s not the judgmental type—only by fakes like Heather.” Duncan paused. “You didn’t invite Heather, did you?”
Trent shook his head. “Nah, man. Sure, I invited Heather at my other parties, but not in this one. Gwen hates her, and I’m not inviting her for her. Heather will hate me, but she’ll get over it. She doesn’t hold grudges against me.”
“That’s because she kissed you at that Truth or Dare game last year,” Duncan reminded him, smirking. “Gwen was freaking pissed off, man!”
Trent shuddered. “Never. Again.”
Duncan laughed, and continued helping set up the party. He did all of the really heavy work while Trent made preparations. His parents were at a fancy hotel, so there are no parents.
“Whoo! This party will be awesome!” a party voice yelled. Geoff came into view with his girlfriend Bridgette, scowling.
“Jeez, Geoff, you’re so freaking loud! Mind your manners! Save your voice for later,” Bridgette scolded.
Duncan grinned and made his way over to the blonde couple. He bumped fists with Geoff and nodded at Bridgette who looked like she was in a stupor. This worried Duncan—he knew he was hot, and that Bridgette was…pretty, but this was Geoff’s girl; and he didn’t want any drama or conflict between his best friend.
“We finally meet, Malibu,” Duncan said.
Bridgette mumbled lowly, “It’s you…” Then she shook her head quickly. “Oh. Hi, Mr. Cr—I mean, Duncan.”
Duncan smirked. “You can call me Mr. Criminal if you want; I don’t mind, babe.”
Geoff laughed. “Are you okay, Bridgette? You look shocked. You want a drink?”
Bridgette smiled. “Yeah, I’m fine. And I’ll get the drink myself. I need to call someone. Bye, Geoff. Nice seeing you, Criminal.” She left frantically.
Duncan looked at Geoff. “I’m not going to steal her, Geoff. She’s something, but no—she’s not my type.”
Geoff brushed it off with a wave of his hand. “Nah, I was kidding about that, man. It’s all because Bridgette didn’t trust you about Courtney. She thought you were going to ‘steal her away with your criminal claws,’” he explained casually.
“Yeah, that Courtney girl. Is she an all right girl?”
Geoff grinned. “An all right girl?” he repeated, incredulous. “Duncan, Courtney’s the best gal friend I ever had! She’s like a sista’ from another mother and fatha’! I love her more than partying! Mocha’s awesome to the awesome!”
Duncan was shocked. Even more than partying? he thought, shocked. “Wow, this Courtney seems…nice. Mocha?”
“That’s my cool, suiting nickname for her. It’s like her skin color, mocha. I even call her ‘Latte,’ or ‘Mocha Loca,’ and anything else related to coffee!”
Mocha… Just like Princess… “I met a girl,” he blurted out.
Geoff grinned slyly. “Just like Mocha. Tell me about her. Did you score with her?” he asked quietly in case Bridgette might hear.
“No, I didn’t. I didn’t feel like it was right. Princess is—”
“Princess?”
“That’s my nickname for her. She’s driving me crazy! She’s in my mind every single freaking time! Trent said it’s ‘love at first sight.’ Help me, man!”
Trent called Geoff and Duncan for help.
“Well, I agree with him, man,” Geoff whispered quickly, smirking. Duncan thought he heard him mumble something like, “Just like Courtney.”
--
It was the night of the party. Courtney was outside with Bridgette, Beth, and Lindsay. She was wearing a shirt that said, “…” and it was dark purple; it also hugged her body tightly. She wore dark black denim shorts and black and white Nikes. She was dressed by Lindsay, but Bridgette made her wear the Nikes, because she didn’t want Courtney to be too girlie.
“Are you guys ready to party?!” Lindsay giggled. She wore a green mini-skirt and an off-the-shoulder cashmere top with wedges. Beth wore something similar like that, except with a black tank top underneath and capris. Bridgette just wore a jacket and jeans with gladiator shoes.
“I guess,” Courtney said reluctantly. She didn’t want to be here, but it was for Gwen, so she had to for her.
Beth and Lindsay excitedly opened the door. Loud music was blaring out, and there were people Courtney knew dancing and eating. Well, that was Owen.
His girlfriend, Izzy, was busy creeping out the DJ with her scab on her knee. Izzy saw them unfortunately and ran manically towards them. She was crazy, but nevertheless their friend.
“Hey, guys! Trent throws the awesome parties ever, am I right?! The DJ’s such a wimp! It reminds me of this guy who didn’t want to be thrown in the pool of needles, but I—!”
“Okay, thanks, Izzy. I think I saw Owen flirting with the drinks,” Bridgette said nervously.
Izzy gasped, her nose flaring. “I’ll teach those drinks of liquid!” She ran off, pushing people.
Beth sighed. “She’s crazy,” she muttered. Then she gasped. “There’s Justin looking at himself in the punchbowl reflection! Let’s go ruin his ego again!” She and Lindsay skipped over to the conceited model.
“They’re a handful,” Courtney commented. “Now, where’s our Gothic best friend…?”
“Right behind you!” a voice shouted, making Courtney shriek out loud.
Courtney glared at her best friend. “Gwen! You scared the crap out of me!”
Gwen giggled. “Well, clean up that crap. I want to keep this place clean for Trent.”
Bridgette awed jokingly. “For Trent?” she joked.
Gwen blushed under her pale face and waved over someone.
“What’s up, girls?” a ghetto voice greeted. “Leshawna’s here!”
Courtney laughed. “Hey, Leshawna! Long time no see!”
Leshawna gasped. “Well, if it isn’t Courtney, the ‘I’d rather stay and study than party all night’ gal of mine! I’ve been good! Well, Bridgette, hey. You lookin’ for Geoff? He’s busy with Danger Boy.”
Bridgette smiled. “Thanks, Shawna!” She ran off to her boyfriend.
“The girl’s in love,” Leshawna said, wiping fake tears from her eyes.
Gwen secretly smirked slyly at Courtney and pulled Leshawna by the arm roughly.
“Hey, Court, why don’t you try the apple cider? It’s some good stuff! I have to…find Harold! Bye!” Gwen pulled a confused Leshawna to her boyfriend.
Courtney feeling confused, walked over to the food table, seeing Owen gorge down a plethora of food.
“Hey, Owen,” Courtney greeted, eating a sushi.
Owen looked at Courtney with surprised eyes. “Courtney?” he asked incoherently; his mouth was full of food.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
He gulped all of his food. “Wow, I never knew you would even be here! But I guess it’s because Gwen’s here, right?”
She nodded. “Yeah. So how have you been?”
“Been doing good. Another personal exercising trainer quit again.” He sighed. “Have you seen Izzy? She’s mad, ‘cause she thought I was flirting with the drinks.” He bent down to Courtney’s height. “Don’t tell her this: I was flirting with the sushi.” Then he left.
Weird, Courtney thought. She grabbed another sushi, groaning with satisfaction as she ate it. She loves sushi.
“It’s rare to see a girl here at the food area,” a deep voice said behind her.
Courtney turned around and gasped.
“Mr. Criminal!”
--
Duncan was shocked, surprised, confused, everything! It was Princess! The girl that kept haunting Duncan’s mind every single day!
“Princess!” he acknowledged in awe. “Well, I never knew I’d meet you again, babe!”
Courtney grimaced. “Well, I didn’t want to meet you here, criminal,” she snapped.
Duncan smirked. “Awww, is the Princess still mad I stole her first kiss?” he teased.
Courtney flushed with anger and embarrassment. “You didn’t steal my—!”
“Your lips didn’t move.”
“That—that—that’s because you shocked me, you stupid cretin!”
“Hm, normally girls would immediately kiss me back even though they’re inexperienced.”
“You’re so conceited! Why would they want to kiss the likes of you?!”
“Hey, what’s your name Princess?” Duncan asked, ignoring her question.
She looked like she was about to keep her mouth shut, but she sighed and replied, “Courtney. Courtney Davis.”
“Oh, so you’re the awesome, loveable Courtney, who hates partying and prefers to study. My other antithesis. Well, I’m pleased to meet you. Duncan. Duncan Evans. Did I ever tell you that you’re the sexiest thing ever?” He smirked.
Courtney blushed and thought, So straightforward. “I’m not pleased to meet you. You’re so unbelievable, you know that?!”
“I know. I’m the hottest surreal thing in your life, darling.”
“You’re the epitome of my worst nightmare, darling.” With a huff, she left.
Duncan still followed. “Hey, what’s that super, strange secret of yours that Trent told me about?” he asked, putting an arm around her waist.
Courtney got out of his grasp and sneered at him. “It’s not a secret if I told you! And I’m not telling you!” She ran off to Bridgette, Gwen, and Leshawna, who were looking amused.
“I’ll definitely find out, Princess!” Duncan yelled out.
“It’s Courtney, you incompetent fool!”
The phone rang, waking Courtney up from her wonderful dream. It was about a hot criminal and he was—
No, he is not hot! No, it was not a wonderful dream! Courtney’s denial side screamed in her mind.
Courtney tiredly searched for the phone in the dark. She accidentally knocked off her alarm clock off the nightstand. At least it didn’t die under my hands every damn morning.
She pressed the button and put the phone on her ear. “Hello?” she mumbled drowsily.
“What’s this I heard about a hot criminal coming in through your window, kissing you?” a voice she knew oh-so-well asked teasingly.
Courtney gasped in astonishment. “Gwen! You’re back! How?! When?! Where?! Huh?! What?!” she said happily.
“Yes, I’m back. How you ask? From a noisy airplane. I came back late which was a couple of hours ago. I came back from Paris. I can’t answer that ‘Huh?!’ question, because it seems quite irrational. And I am not going to repeat all of those answers for that last question, ‘cause I’m freaking tired.”
Courtney smiled. There’s the smartass Gwen she knew. She missed her so much ever since she left for her trip to Paris.
“How was your trip, Gwen?!” Courtney exclaimed.
“Ennuyeusement beau!” Gwen said. “I ate disgusting food and I met stinky people. It was great!”
Courtney laughed. “I missed you so much! When will I see you?”
“Well, Trent’s going to throw a welcome back bash for me. He’s so sweet. That’ll really get Geoff going. So I’ll see you at the party tomorrow probably. And I met a friend; her name’s Caroline. She’s one of the artists I was with during my trip. She’s in Quebec now. You should meet her.”
“She’s seems interesting coming from you. Did you paint anything awesome that I can see, or is it too depressing?”
Gwen laughed. “Nah, you can see it. I was pretty intimidated by the other artists I was with. But they were all nice. I’m going to bed now, so I’ll see you at the party tomorrow.” She paused. “Then you can tell me all the details about this hot criminal.”
Courtney groaned. “Gwen! Did Bridgette tell you?!”
“Well, you know Bridgette—she can’t keep a secret from me. Bye!” There was a click and no sound.
Courtney turned off her phone and buried herself under the covers, sighing.
--
Duncan carried the huge pack of drinks to the huge cooler near the door. Trent was currently on the phone with the DJ, and was rearranging the room at the same time. He was totally freaking out.
Duncan set the drinks one by one in the cooler and after that, went toward Trent. He put a hand on Trent’s shoulder, surprising Trent. Trent looked at Duncan with wide eyes.
“Whoa, dude, you freaking scared the crap out of me!” he said. “No, man, not you. I was talking to my creepy dude here. So, you’ll be coming here at seven o’ clock sharp tonight? Okay, good, just making sure. Yeah, I’m freaking out. She’s my girlfriend, and I have to make it special… Well…it’s not romantic, but it has to be awesome. ‘Kay, thanks, James. Bye.” He pressed a button.
“Dude, calm down. Gwen will love this party. You throw the greatest parties ever—other than Geoff, that is. Besides, Gwen’s not the judgmental type—only by fakes like Heather.” Duncan paused. “You didn’t invite Heather, did you?”
Trent shook his head. “Nah, man. Sure, I invited Heather at my other parties, but not in this one. Gwen hates her, and I’m not inviting her for her. Heather will hate me, but she’ll get over it. She doesn’t hold grudges against me.”
“That’s because she kissed you at that Truth or Dare game last year,” Duncan reminded him, smirking. “Gwen was freaking pissed off, man!”
Trent shuddered. “Never. Again.”
Duncan laughed, and continued helping set up the party. He did all of the really heavy work while Trent made preparations. His parents were at a fancy hotel, so there are no parents.
“Whoo! This party will be awesome!” a party voice yelled. Geoff came into view with his girlfriend Bridgette, scowling.
“Jeez, Geoff, you’re so freaking loud! Mind your manners! Save your voice for later,” Bridgette scolded.
Duncan grinned and made his way over to the blonde couple. He bumped fists with Geoff and nodded at Bridgette who looked like she was in a stupor. This worried Duncan—he knew he was hot, and that Bridgette was…pretty, but this was Geoff’s girl; and he didn’t want any drama or conflict between his best friend.
“We finally meet, Malibu,” Duncan said.
Bridgette mumbled lowly, “It’s you…” Then she shook her head quickly. “Oh. Hi, Mr. Cr—I mean, Duncan.”
Duncan smirked. “You can call me Mr. Criminal if you want; I don’t mind, babe.”
Geoff laughed. “Are you okay, Bridgette? You look shocked. You want a drink?”
Bridgette smiled. “Yeah, I’m fine. And I’ll get the drink myself. I need to call someone. Bye, Geoff. Nice seeing you, Criminal.” She left frantically.
Duncan looked at Geoff. “I’m not going to steal her, Geoff. She’s something, but no—she’s not my type.”
Geoff brushed it off with a wave of his hand. “Nah, I was kidding about that, man. It’s all because Bridgette didn’t trust you about Courtney. She thought you were going to ‘steal her away with your criminal claws,’” he explained casually.
“Yeah, that Courtney girl. Is she an all right girl?”
Geoff grinned. “An all right girl?” he repeated, incredulous. “Duncan, Courtney’s the best gal friend I ever had! She’s like a sista’ from another mother and fatha’! I love her more than partying! Mocha’s awesome to the awesome!”
Duncan was shocked. Even more than partying? he thought, shocked. “Wow, this Courtney seems…nice. Mocha?”
“That’s my cool, suiting nickname for her. It’s like her skin color, mocha. I even call her ‘Latte,’ or ‘Mocha Loca,’ and anything else related to coffee!”
Mocha… Just like Princess… “I met a girl,” he blurted out.
Geoff grinned slyly. “Just like Mocha. Tell me about her. Did you score with her?” he asked quietly in case Bridgette might hear.
“No, I didn’t. I didn’t feel like it was right. Princess is—”
“Princess?”
“That’s my nickname for her. She’s driving me crazy! She’s in my mind every single freaking time! Trent said it’s ‘love at first sight.’ Help me, man!”
Trent called Geoff and Duncan for help.
“Well, I agree with him, man,” Geoff whispered quickly, smirking. Duncan thought he heard him mumble something like, “Just like Courtney.”
--
It was the night of the party. Courtney was outside with Bridgette, Beth, and Lindsay. She was wearing a shirt that said, “…” and it was dark purple; it also hugged her body tightly. She wore dark black denim shorts and black and white Nikes. She was dressed by Lindsay, but Bridgette made her wear the Nikes, because she didn’t want Courtney to be too girlie.
“Are you guys ready to party?!” Lindsay giggled. She wore a green mini-skirt and an off-the-shoulder cashmere top with wedges. Beth wore something similar like that, except with a black tank top underneath and capris. Bridgette just wore a jacket and jeans with gladiator shoes.
“I guess,” Courtney said reluctantly. She didn’t want to be here, but it was for Gwen, so she had to for her.
Beth and Lindsay excitedly opened the door. Loud music was blaring out, and there were people Courtney knew dancing and eating. Well, that was Owen.
His girlfriend, Izzy, was busy creeping out the DJ with her scab on her knee. Izzy saw them unfortunately and ran manically towards them. She was crazy, but nevertheless their friend.
“Hey, guys! Trent throws the awesome parties ever, am I right?! The DJ’s such a wimp! It reminds me of this guy who didn’t want to be thrown in the pool of needles, but I—!”
“Okay, thanks, Izzy. I think I saw Owen flirting with the drinks,” Bridgette said nervously.
Izzy gasped, her nose flaring. “I’ll teach those drinks of liquid!” She ran off, pushing people.
Beth sighed. “She’s crazy,” she muttered. Then she gasped. “There’s Justin looking at himself in the punchbowl reflection! Let’s go ruin his ego again!” She and Lindsay skipped over to the conceited model.
“They’re a handful,” Courtney commented. “Now, where’s our Gothic best friend…?”
“Right behind you!” a voice shouted, making Courtney shriek out loud.
Courtney glared at her best friend. “Gwen! You scared the crap out of me!”
Gwen giggled. “Well, clean up that crap. I want to keep this place clean for Trent.”
Bridgette awed jokingly. “For Trent?” she joked.
Gwen blushed under her pale face and waved over someone.
“What’s up, girls?” a ghetto voice greeted. “Leshawna’s here!”
Courtney laughed. “Hey, Leshawna! Long time no see!”
Leshawna gasped. “Well, if it isn’t Courtney, the ‘I’d rather stay and study than party all night’ gal of mine! I’ve been good! Well, Bridgette, hey. You lookin’ for Geoff? He’s busy with Danger Boy.”
Bridgette smiled. “Thanks, Shawna!” She ran off to her boyfriend.
“The girl’s in love,” Leshawna said, wiping fake tears from her eyes.
Gwen secretly smirked slyly at Courtney and pulled Leshawna by the arm roughly.
“Hey, Court, why don’t you try the apple cider? It’s some good stuff! I have to…find Harold! Bye!” Gwen pulled a confused Leshawna to her boyfriend.
Courtney feeling confused, walked over to the food table, seeing Owen gorge down a plethora of food.
“Hey, Owen,” Courtney greeted, eating a sushi.
Owen looked at Courtney with surprised eyes. “Courtney?” he asked incoherently; his mouth was full of food.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
He gulped all of his food. “Wow, I never knew you would even be here! But I guess it’s because Gwen’s here, right?”
She nodded. “Yeah. So how have you been?”
“Been doing good. Another personal exercising trainer quit again.” He sighed. “Have you seen Izzy? She’s mad, ‘cause she thought I was flirting with the drinks.” He bent down to Courtney’s height. “Don’t tell her this: I was flirting with the sushi.” Then he left.
Weird, Courtney thought. She grabbed another sushi, groaning with satisfaction as she ate it. She loves sushi.
“It’s rare to see a girl here at the food area,” a deep voice said behind her.
Courtney turned around and gasped.
“Mr. Criminal!”
--
Duncan was shocked, surprised, confused, everything! It was Princess! The girl that kept haunting Duncan’s mind every single day!
“Princess!” he acknowledged in awe. “Well, I never knew I’d meet you again, babe!”
Courtney grimaced. “Well, I didn’t want to meet you here, criminal,” she snapped.
Duncan smirked. “Awww, is the Princess still mad I stole her first kiss?” he teased.
Courtney flushed with anger and embarrassment. “You didn’t steal my—!”
“Your lips didn’t move.”
“That—that—that’s because you shocked me, you stupid cretin!”
“Hm, normally girls would immediately kiss me back even though they’re inexperienced.”
“You’re so conceited! Why would they want to kiss the likes of you?!”
“Hey, what’s your name Princess?” Duncan asked, ignoring her question.
She looked like she was about to keep her mouth shut, but she sighed and replied, “Courtney. Courtney Davis.”
“Oh, so you’re the awesome, loveable Courtney, who hates partying and prefers to study. My other antithesis. Well, I’m pleased to meet you. Duncan. Duncan Evans. Did I ever tell you that you’re the sexiest thing ever?” He smirked.
Courtney blushed and thought, So straightforward. “I’m not pleased to meet you. You’re so unbelievable, you know that?!”
“I know. I’m the hottest surreal thing in your life, darling.”
“You’re the epitome of my worst nightmare, darling.” With a huff, she left.
Duncan still followed. “Hey, what’s that super, strange secret of yours that Trent told me about?” he asked, putting an arm around her waist.
Courtney got out of his grasp and sneered at him. “It’s not a secret if I told you! And I’m not telling you!” She ran off to Bridgette, Gwen, and Leshawna, who were looking amused.
“I’ll definitely find out, Princess!” Duncan yelled out.
“It’s Courtney, you incompetent fool!”
