Courtney was beginning to have serious doubts about making out with Duncan last night. The early morning sun was shining though the blinds of the window, and she was curled up to his side. His chest rose and fell in a rhythm that almost made Courtney want to go back to sleep. And worst of all, snuggling right successivo to him made her feel extremely guilty. She let out an enormous sigh that, surprisingly, didn’t wake Duncan.
Why did we make out so much last night?!
Courtney’s inner self rolled her eyes and replied, Seriously. te just felt sorry for him. He could have died saving your life, and he looked hot with that bandage on his shoulder.
Kind of like big Baby Booms after wars and stuff.
…Riiight. Except without the sex part. o the part where Baby Booms happen to soldiers who obey the law, not rebellious gangsters. o the part that there was a war.
Shut up. I just haven’t been myself lately.
Mhmm. I think we’ve established that already.
But…I made out with him. Doesn’t that mean I like him? At least to some extent?
te may have a tiny crush, Courtney, but really, can te actually imagine Duncan turning into a responsible father?
Oh, now you’re talking marriage?
Just answer the question.
Well…no. Not as good as I can imagine the mela, apple salesman, Frank Gardetta.
Come on, you’re not seriously crushing on him again, are you?
No! I’m just saying that whomever marries him will be with a great husband.
Sure…
But what about that complete break-down I had with the whiskey and tears and crap after that Mary girl kissed Duncan? Does THAT mostra I have at least some sort of attraction to him?
Uh…no. The wine was just making te tipsy, and te overreacted. Just like how any girl would do if her crush was baciare another girl right after flirting with her. Except maybe minus all the whiskey consumption.
Gee, thanks for all your unending sympathy.
I’m here to help. Now let’s just forget that unfortunate event because, truly, it was downright embarrassing how te totally broke down, imaginary-Courtney shuddered in her mind, but apparently Courtney really did shudder because Duncan’s eyelids were suddenly gliding open.
“Cold, Princess?” he asks drowsily, staring at her with those hypnotizing alzavola, teal eyes of it. That was it! I was hypnotized!
Instead of sharing her internal dibattito with him, Courtney just lies and agrees with him, “Mhmm.” Duncan flips a heavy down comforter over them, adding a comforting weight to the pile of blankets. Then he squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a huge yawn. Courtney snuggled her head right into the crook of his neck. Why did he have to be so cute?
Suddenly, the bedroom door slams open. Courtney flinches, but Duncan’s eyes calmly glance towards the door. Damien stood there, excited blue puppy-dog eyes twice the size they usually are, and exclaims, “Duncan! Thomas gru is downtown selling pot again!”
“But I thought he retired from drug dealing!” Duncan replies, eyes wide and a smirk on his face.
“Guess not! So hurry up. He says that if we pay in credit instead of cash, he’ll let us buy in bulk,” Damien explains.
“Are te fucking serious?” Duncan asks, a huge grin on his face and his eyebrows lifted high. Damien nods in response and Duncan looks at Courtney. “I’ll be right back, babe.”
“Ew, do te know how many toxic chemicals are in marijuana?” she chides Duncan and Damien leaves the room. Duncan lifts an eyebrow in amusement.
“Princess, nobody here calls it marijuana. We call it pot. o weed, o ganja, o Mary-Jane, o grass, o chronic, o buds, o blunt, o hootch, o jive stick, o ace, o spliff, o skunk, o smoke, o dubie, o flower, o zig-zag, or--,” Duncan lists off the superiore, in alto of his head.
“Okay, okay, I get it! Calling marijuana marijuana is probably such a huge social misapprehension in your world of liquor, ammunition, and prostitutes. And it probably labels me as some prissy, stuck-up, rich girl whose never even smoked a cigarette before just because--.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, sweetheart. Pause. Rewind. Did te say you’ve never smoked a cig before?” Duncan clarifies.
Courtney rolls her eyes and continues, “I’ve never had a cigarette. And I’m definitely not going to start any time soon. But te need to stop smoking marijuana. Do te know how bad that stuff is for you?”
“Oh, and now te suddenly care about my health, darling?”
“Well, darling,” Courtney retorts, “I just have a bad feeling about going and meeting this Thomas character.”
“Calm down. He’s, like, a brother to me. Besides, I hardly even like pot. I mainly get it for my guys.” Duncan slips out from under the letto sheets, slides some ripped jeans over his boxers, and buttons up a new cotton shirt.
“Well, that’s good.”
“Sure thing. My preferences are for cocaine,” Duncan tells her, winking, and running out the door before he could face her wrath and a rant about his health. Courtney climbs out of the letto and heads to her closet. She puts on some dark-wash skinny jeans and a aquamarine v-neck tee over a white cami. Then she wraps a cashmere giacca around her shoulders.
Courtney walks down the stairs and meets Duncan da the front door. He opens the door and they head down the sidewalk to the Rolls Royce. They climb in as multitudes of Duncan’s accomplices load crates of liquor into the backseat. “But I thought we were buying on credit,” Courtney points out.
“When te run a liquor business, darling, credit just means we buy in liquor, not cash,” Duncan explains, revving the engine. They shoot off, driving down multiple one-way alleys and roads that barely get used. Eventually, the car pulls up besides a dark alley with ragno webs clinging to rusty fuoco escapes.
“I’ll be right back. te can stay here,” Duncan tells her as he grabs a gabbia, cassa of the liquor from the back. He carried the heavy gabbia, cassa under one arm and sets it down near the entrance of the alley. minuti later, a silhouette of three guys walks down the alley.
“Hello, Duncan,” the man in the middle says once they were barely feet away from each other. Courtney could see Duncan’s fists tense up. She was glad she could hear their conversation from the small crack where her window was rolled down.
“What did te do to Thomas Crane?” he demands.
“Oh, we took care of him. Once we found out he was dealing with you, we knew te had to put a stop to it,” the shadow says.
“So... you... killed him?”
“Good thing you’re catching on, Duncan. One drug dealer isn’t enough for two gangs,” the man explains. Finally, Courtney understood. These men were from a rival gang. They were probably even the ones who were close to running her over on the giorno she met Duncan. These guys were dangerous.
“Alright, then. I’ll just leave this case here,” Duncan says, tapping the gabbia, cassa with his foot. “You guys can have as a sort of endowment from Log Cabin.” The men just glare at Duncan, and so he turns around and slowly begins loping towards the Rolls Royce.
“Duncan!” Courtney cries out as two of the men jump onto his back, bring Duncan down onto the hard concrete. The other man’s gaze flicks over to the car, and Courtney slowly sinks down into the seat. Shut up, Courtney! Shut up, shut up! That man heard your shout. successivo time, just keep your fat mouth closed, she hisses to herself.
He walks over to the car, and Courtney’s hand whipped out towards the door lock. The man jiggled the door handle and glared down at Courtney with an evil, amused smirk on his face. She was now shaking in fear and her cuore beat as fast as if she had just ran a marathon.
Courtney lunged for the car keys, which were still in the ignition, to hopefully start the car and drive away. But could I really leave Duncan like this? No. Her hand snapped back from the car keys as the man punches his fist into the car window. There was extra purchase from the window being open an inch, and a loud shatter echoes through the air as glass flies all over Courtney.
“Courtney!” Duncan shouts as she screams and lifts her arms from her head from trying to cover herself from the flying shards of glass. The man had already reached through the jagged window and unlocked the door, which was swung open. Courtney kicks at him as she leans her torso away from his approaching figure. There was no connection, however, and he angrily grabs her ankles.
He harshly tugs her out of the car and she falls heavily onto the concrete. Courtney’s body was Frozen in shock as her forehead was pressed against the cool brick road. She was facing the dog-pile where Duncan and the rival gang members still fought it out. Suddenly, Duncan was tackled to the ground and his head cracked against the hard ground, making him wince. The two men hold Duncan down.
Courtney and Duncan finally make eye contact, her eyes full of fear and his full of sorrow. I’m sorry, Duncan mouths to her. She manages to nod in forgiveness, but not before something slammed into the back of her head, causing her vision to black out and her body to go limp.
Why did we make out so much last night?!
Courtney’s inner self rolled her eyes and replied, Seriously. te just felt sorry for him. He could have died saving your life, and he looked hot with that bandage on his shoulder.
Kind of like big Baby Booms after wars and stuff.
…Riiight. Except without the sex part. o the part where Baby Booms happen to soldiers who obey the law, not rebellious gangsters. o the part that there was a war.
Shut up. I just haven’t been myself lately.
Mhmm. I think we’ve established that already.
But…I made out with him. Doesn’t that mean I like him? At least to some extent?
te may have a tiny crush, Courtney, but really, can te actually imagine Duncan turning into a responsible father?
Oh, now you’re talking marriage?
Just answer the question.
Well…no. Not as good as I can imagine the mela, apple salesman, Frank Gardetta.
Come on, you’re not seriously crushing on him again, are you?
No! I’m just saying that whomever marries him will be with a great husband.
Sure…
But what about that complete break-down I had with the whiskey and tears and crap after that Mary girl kissed Duncan? Does THAT mostra I have at least some sort of attraction to him?
Uh…no. The wine was just making te tipsy, and te overreacted. Just like how any girl would do if her crush was baciare another girl right after flirting with her. Except maybe minus all the whiskey consumption.
Gee, thanks for all your unending sympathy.
I’m here to help. Now let’s just forget that unfortunate event because, truly, it was downright embarrassing how te totally broke down, imaginary-Courtney shuddered in her mind, but apparently Courtney really did shudder because Duncan’s eyelids were suddenly gliding open.
“Cold, Princess?” he asks drowsily, staring at her with those hypnotizing alzavola, teal eyes of it. That was it! I was hypnotized!
Instead of sharing her internal dibattito with him, Courtney just lies and agrees with him, “Mhmm.” Duncan flips a heavy down comforter over them, adding a comforting weight to the pile of blankets. Then he squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a huge yawn. Courtney snuggled her head right into the crook of his neck. Why did he have to be so cute?
Suddenly, the bedroom door slams open. Courtney flinches, but Duncan’s eyes calmly glance towards the door. Damien stood there, excited blue puppy-dog eyes twice the size they usually are, and exclaims, “Duncan! Thomas gru is downtown selling pot again!”
“But I thought he retired from drug dealing!” Duncan replies, eyes wide and a smirk on his face.
“Guess not! So hurry up. He says that if we pay in credit instead of cash, he’ll let us buy in bulk,” Damien explains.
“Are te fucking serious?” Duncan asks, a huge grin on his face and his eyebrows lifted high. Damien nods in response and Duncan looks at Courtney. “I’ll be right back, babe.”
“Ew, do te know how many toxic chemicals are in marijuana?” she chides Duncan and Damien leaves the room. Duncan lifts an eyebrow in amusement.
“Princess, nobody here calls it marijuana. We call it pot. o weed, o ganja, o Mary-Jane, o grass, o chronic, o buds, o blunt, o hootch, o jive stick, o ace, o spliff, o skunk, o smoke, o dubie, o flower, o zig-zag, or--,” Duncan lists off the superiore, in alto of his head.
“Okay, okay, I get it! Calling marijuana marijuana is probably such a huge social misapprehension in your world of liquor, ammunition, and prostitutes. And it probably labels me as some prissy, stuck-up, rich girl whose never even smoked a cigarette before just because--.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, sweetheart. Pause. Rewind. Did te say you’ve never smoked a cig before?” Duncan clarifies.
Courtney rolls her eyes and continues, “I’ve never had a cigarette. And I’m definitely not going to start any time soon. But te need to stop smoking marijuana. Do te know how bad that stuff is for you?”
“Oh, and now te suddenly care about my health, darling?”
“Well, darling,” Courtney retorts, “I just have a bad feeling about going and meeting this Thomas character.”
“Calm down. He’s, like, a brother to me. Besides, I hardly even like pot. I mainly get it for my guys.” Duncan slips out from under the letto sheets, slides some ripped jeans over his boxers, and buttons up a new cotton shirt.
“Well, that’s good.”
“Sure thing. My preferences are for cocaine,” Duncan tells her, winking, and running out the door before he could face her wrath and a rant about his health. Courtney climbs out of the letto and heads to her closet. She puts on some dark-wash skinny jeans and a aquamarine v-neck tee over a white cami. Then she wraps a cashmere giacca around her shoulders.
Courtney walks down the stairs and meets Duncan da the front door. He opens the door and they head down the sidewalk to the Rolls Royce. They climb in as multitudes of Duncan’s accomplices load crates of liquor into the backseat. “But I thought we were buying on credit,” Courtney points out.
“When te run a liquor business, darling, credit just means we buy in liquor, not cash,” Duncan explains, revving the engine. They shoot off, driving down multiple one-way alleys and roads that barely get used. Eventually, the car pulls up besides a dark alley with ragno webs clinging to rusty fuoco escapes.
“I’ll be right back. te can stay here,” Duncan tells her as he grabs a gabbia, cassa of the liquor from the back. He carried the heavy gabbia, cassa under one arm and sets it down near the entrance of the alley. minuti later, a silhouette of three guys walks down the alley.
“Hello, Duncan,” the man in the middle says once they were barely feet away from each other. Courtney could see Duncan’s fists tense up. She was glad she could hear their conversation from the small crack where her window was rolled down.
“What did te do to Thomas Crane?” he demands.
“Oh, we took care of him. Once we found out he was dealing with you, we knew te had to put a stop to it,” the shadow says.
“So... you... killed him?”
“Good thing you’re catching on, Duncan. One drug dealer isn’t enough for two gangs,” the man explains. Finally, Courtney understood. These men were from a rival gang. They were probably even the ones who were close to running her over on the giorno she met Duncan. These guys were dangerous.
“Alright, then. I’ll just leave this case here,” Duncan says, tapping the gabbia, cassa with his foot. “You guys can have as a sort of endowment from Log Cabin.” The men just glare at Duncan, and so he turns around and slowly begins loping towards the Rolls Royce.
“Duncan!” Courtney cries out as two of the men jump onto his back, bring Duncan down onto the hard concrete. The other man’s gaze flicks over to the car, and Courtney slowly sinks down into the seat. Shut up, Courtney! Shut up, shut up! That man heard your shout. successivo time, just keep your fat mouth closed, she hisses to herself.
He walks over to the car, and Courtney’s hand whipped out towards the door lock. The man jiggled the door handle and glared down at Courtney with an evil, amused smirk on his face. She was now shaking in fear and her cuore beat as fast as if she had just ran a marathon.
Courtney lunged for the car keys, which were still in the ignition, to hopefully start the car and drive away. But could I really leave Duncan like this? No. Her hand snapped back from the car keys as the man punches his fist into the car window. There was extra purchase from the window being open an inch, and a loud shatter echoes through the air as glass flies all over Courtney.
“Courtney!” Duncan shouts as she screams and lifts her arms from her head from trying to cover herself from the flying shards of glass. The man had already reached through the jagged window and unlocked the door, which was swung open. Courtney kicks at him as she leans her torso away from his approaching figure. There was no connection, however, and he angrily grabs her ankles.
He harshly tugs her out of the car and she falls heavily onto the concrete. Courtney’s body was Frozen in shock as her forehead was pressed against the cool brick road. She was facing the dog-pile where Duncan and the rival gang members still fought it out. Suddenly, Duncan was tackled to the ground and his head cracked against the hard ground, making him wince. The two men hold Duncan down.
Courtney and Duncan finally make eye contact, her eyes full of fear and his full of sorrow. I’m sorry, Duncan mouths to her. She manages to nod in forgiveness, but not before something slammed into the back of her head, causing her vision to black out and her body to go limp.
chris:last time on tdd..
sadie got voted off!
rayentte was listening to music.
gordon:hey watcha listin to?
raynette showed him.
gordon:I Amore this song!
rayntte:so do I.
(they both smiled and inched closer and kissed)
trent was massing karis shoulders.
confessions of trent:
on a scale of 1 to 10.. the chick is a 20!
smart,cool,hot,pretty and indpendant, I think I am in love..
(he Amore sighed)
rayennte and gordon were holding hands.
lindsay:aww...
they are so hooked up!
trent:lindsay they were already hooked up.
lindsay:ohh..
kari:nice rayntte.
(they high fived)
sadie got voted off!
rayentte was listening to music.
gordon:hey watcha listin to?
raynette showed him.
gordon:I Amore this song!
rayntte:so do I.
(they both smiled and inched closer and kissed)
trent was massing karis shoulders.
confessions of trent:
on a scale of 1 to 10.. the chick is a 20!
smart,cool,hot,pretty and indpendant, I think I am in love..
(he Amore sighed)
rayennte and gordon were holding hands.
lindsay:aww...
they are so hooked up!
trent:lindsay they were already hooked up.
lindsay:ohh..
kari:nice rayntte.
(they high fived)
Once upon a time... a fry ate off of Duncan's mowhawk.... and Duncan yelled and detto "OH, HELL NO!I'M BASICALLY NAKED!" then... Courtney ate green jelly... then Owen yelled "WHYYYY?!?"...then detto "its still warm" then Duncan detto "I feel a cool breeze" then Owen detto back "ur naked T_T" Duncan detto "o ya.. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" and ran around and then kissed Courtney...After the kiss, Duncan jumped on Owen's head like he had a HUGE douse of crack and... fell off a cliff into the screaming fangirls!...And Duncan landed right into the Koolade Guy's arms and the Koolade Guy said..."My my Duncan... didn't know u had ' a THING' for me!"... Harold,Trent,Gwen, & Courtney detto "WTF?Duncan? What happened to US?!"... "TO BAD!!!!!!! I'm going out with koolade dude now MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Duncan said........... Everyone: 0_0 DAMN! THE END!
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Sumer, Andrea, Jared, Kalia, Paige, Phil, Brooke, Issabella, Alex, Rainie, Miranda, Ashley, Emlee, Rikki, ME Christy, Coolthingsfan14 (LOL I DNT KNOW HIS NAME =P,)Brooke, DramaLyric, Brittany,
WHOEVER ELSE WANTS TO BE IN DCS MESSAGE ME!!!!!!
THERE IS ALOT OF SPACE, IM LOOKING FOR più CHARACTERS!!!
MESSAGE ME o COMMENT!!!
IF U HAV A CHARACTER TELL ME!!
I NEED più PEOPLE
ASK o MAKE SOMEONE TO MAKE U A CHARACTER SO THT U CAN BE IN THIS NEW ARTICLE('S)
And if u know somebody tht has a character name and lol personality, ask em if they wanna be in it.
Seriously, this is gonna be really awesome.
oh and if u r one of those people tht i put here and u dnt want to be in the new series jst tell me.