Courtney: Look, Duncan, I made Swedish meatballs your favriote.
Duncan: Awww thanks, Courtney!
Courtney: *shows duncan the playpen*
Duncan: Courtney what the hell is this?
Courtney: The playpen for the nursey. te know, Duncan, I still have the ring
Duncan: What ring?
Courtney: te know, the one te left on the mantle?
Duncan: Oh, that. The one I got from Vivian VanPelt.
Courtney: Vivian who?
Duncan: Vivian VanPelt. That ring is worth five o six grand easy.
Courtney: te mean te weren't gonna ask me to marry you?
Duncan: What, are te fuckin' nuts? *Laughs*
Courtney: *grabs duncan and puts him in the crib* My mother always detto Amore was supposed set te free. But that's not true, Duncan. I've been a prisoner of my Amore for te for a very long time. Now it's payback time.
Duncan: te let me outta here right now!
Courtney: Sweet dreams, asshole.
** Courtney is in letto crying**
** the successivo giorno **
Courtney: Trent, honey, could te give me a hand with this?
[referring to tronco with Justin's body in it]
Trent: [washing van] Yeah, okay, uh, just a second.
Courtney: Thanks, sweet face. I owe te one.
Duncan: *yelling from Courtney's window* Courtney! Where the fuck are you?
Trent: te got company?
Courtney: Nope, just babysitting. Foul-mouthed little fucker. Well, I'll see te later, Trent.
** 1 ora later **
Courtney: Duncan?
Duncan: Yeah?
Courtney: I was thinking about what te detto about wanting to get married...
Duncan: Yeah?
Courtney: I think it would be time for te to settle down!
Duncan: Babe, te made the best choice ever! te won't regret this, I promise. I'm going to treat te like a princess.
Courtney: [rips off wrapping paper and places Bride doll into Duncan's cage]
Duncan: What's that?
Courtney: Your bride!
Bride doll: With this ring I thee wed...
Courtney: Oh, Duncan! She's beautiful! *throws riso at Duncan and laughs*
Duncan: te are so dead!
*part 3 coming soon*
Duncan: Awww thanks, Courtney!
Courtney: *shows duncan the playpen*
Duncan: Courtney what the hell is this?
Courtney: The playpen for the nursey. te know, Duncan, I still have the ring
Duncan: What ring?
Courtney: te know, the one te left on the mantle?
Duncan: Oh, that. The one I got from Vivian VanPelt.
Courtney: Vivian who?
Duncan: Vivian VanPelt. That ring is worth five o six grand easy.
Courtney: te mean te weren't gonna ask me to marry you?
Duncan: What, are te fuckin' nuts? *Laughs*
Courtney: *grabs duncan and puts him in the crib* My mother always detto Amore was supposed set te free. But that's not true, Duncan. I've been a prisoner of my Amore for te for a very long time. Now it's payback time.
Duncan: te let me outta here right now!
Courtney: Sweet dreams, asshole.
** Courtney is in letto crying**
** the successivo giorno **
Courtney: Trent, honey, could te give me a hand with this?
[referring to tronco with Justin's body in it]
Trent: [washing van] Yeah, okay, uh, just a second.
Courtney: Thanks, sweet face. I owe te one.
Duncan: *yelling from Courtney's window* Courtney! Where the fuck are you?
Trent: te got company?
Courtney: Nope, just babysitting. Foul-mouthed little fucker. Well, I'll see te later, Trent.
** 1 ora later **
Courtney: Duncan?
Duncan: Yeah?
Courtney: I was thinking about what te detto about wanting to get married...
Duncan: Yeah?
Courtney: I think it would be time for te to settle down!
Duncan: Babe, te made the best choice ever! te won't regret this, I promise. I'm going to treat te like a princess.
Courtney: [rips off wrapping paper and places Bride doll into Duncan's cage]
Duncan: What's that?
Courtney: Your bride!
Bride doll: With this ring I thee wed...
Courtney: Oh, Duncan! She's beautiful! *throws riso at Duncan and laughs*
Duncan: te are so dead!
*part 3 coming soon*
DUNCAN'S POV: "Oh, im Courtney btw" she mumbled & shivered, "Are te cold?" i asked, concerned, y? IDK, i just was... "Yeh, i'd better get changed" court replied, and she walked into her room. God, she was SEXY! *5 mins l8r* Courtney came out of her room in a nube, nuvola of perfume. Woah, i couldn't help drooling! She's wearing a strappy vest-top, which showed a bit of her cleavage, and short-shorts, REALLY short shorts. My mum says to me 'First Impressions Always Count' I guess first impressions DO count!
TBC...
TBC...