-Courtney-
It was getting harder everyday. Harder to hide this unknown emotion that felt so foreign to me.
But I knew something for certain... I wanted him, bad!
"Are te still there, babe?" the punk standing before me waved a hand infront of my face to grab my attention.
"What?!" I snapped.
Caught off guard, as though i'd been caught thinking about all the dirty things I wanted to do to the criminal; who was getting harder to resist each giorno that went by; my face turned a pomodoro shade.
"You thinking about something naughty, princess?" he growled lowly in my ear.
"Er- I- was- just- n- nothing. Thinking about nothing" I stuttered.
"I think te was thinking about stuff te wanted me to do to you" he claimed proudly.
If only he knew that I wanted to do certain things to him, not the other way around.
The sexual tension between us was rising in me like lava, threatening to spill out soon.
"Well, te thought wrong" I smirked.
He touched my hand, ever so slightly, and it made me feel weak.
It was getting harder everyday. Harder to hide this unknown emotion that felt so foreign to me.
But I knew something for certain... I wanted him, bad!
"Are te still there, babe?" the punk standing before me waved a hand infront of my face to grab my attention.
"What?!" I snapped.
Caught off guard, as though i'd been caught thinking about all the dirty things I wanted to do to the criminal; who was getting harder to resist each giorno that went by; my face turned a pomodoro shade.
"You thinking about something naughty, princess?" he growled lowly in my ear.
"Er- I- was- just- n- nothing. Thinking about nothing" I stuttered.
"I think te was thinking about stuff te wanted me to do to you" he claimed proudly.
If only he knew that I wanted to do certain things to him, not the other way around.
The sexual tension between us was rising in me like lava, threatening to spill out soon.
"Well, te thought wrong" I smirked.
He touched my hand, ever so slightly, and it made me feel weak.
Duncan's POV
We had arrived at my house, and Courtney left with tears in her eyes.
I called on of my best buddys, and waited for him to answer his cellphone.
RING. . .
RING. . .
RING. . .
"Hey it's _____" he finaly answered.
"Hey dude it's Duncan"
"Hey dude, what's up?"
"Nothing special, wanna go with me to Calefornia successivo weekend?"
"I would Amore to, but i can't!"
"Why?"
"I'm gonna hang out with my brother, nothing special."
"Why can't te just say te can't?"
"Sorry, i just can't! I gotta go, see ya!"
And then he hung up. . .
We had arrived at my house, and Courtney left with tears in her eyes.
I called on of my best buddys, and waited for him to answer his cellphone.
RING. . .
RING. . .
RING. . .
"Hey it's _____" he finaly answered.
"Hey dude it's Duncan"
"Hey dude, what's up?"
"Nothing special, wanna go with me to Calefornia successivo weekend?"
"I would Amore to, but i can't!"
"Why?"
"I'm gonna hang out with my brother, nothing special."
"Why can't te just say te can't?"
"Sorry, i just can't! I gotta go, see ya!"
And then he hung up. . .
(TDI, TDA and TDWT never happened)
I was toppled over da scrapbooks, ribbons, medaglie and a big canvas bag when I opened the closet door. What really caught my eye was the huge canvas sack that almost pulverized my leg. I wrenched myself out and pulled the bag over to my bed. I dug out my little sister's, Cookie's (her real name is Charlise), little plastic "Sheriff" badge and giggled. I placed it down and pulled out an unopened letter that I never have seen before. I opened and read it:
Dear Miss Courtney Langerak,
Thank te for help saving our ranch from MorcuCorp! We really appreciate your concern for all of the cavalli and the ranch. te are welcome to come here anytime!
From,
Vickie
Barry
Duncan
and the rest of Carousel Ranch!
I ran my fingers over the printed words, especially Duncan's. There was a picture in the envelope of me and Duncan. I now remember how we helped Carousel Ranch like it was yesterday...
I was toppled over da scrapbooks, ribbons, medaglie and a big canvas bag when I opened the closet door. What really caught my eye was the huge canvas sack that almost pulverized my leg. I wrenched myself out and pulled the bag over to my bed. I dug out my little sister's, Cookie's (her real name is Charlise), little plastic "Sheriff" badge and giggled. I placed it down and pulled out an unopened letter that I never have seen before. I opened and read it:
Dear Miss Courtney Langerak,
Thank te for help saving our ranch from MorcuCorp! We really appreciate your concern for all of the cavalli and the ranch. te are welcome to come here anytime!
From,
Vickie
Barry
Duncan
and the rest of Carousel Ranch!
I ran my fingers over the printed words, especially Duncan's. There was a picture in the envelope of me and Duncan. I now remember how we helped Carousel Ranch like it was yesterday...