“What do te mean?” Courtney asks, breathless. It felt as if she was just punched in the gut. “You’re taking me… home?”
“It’s too dangerous to keep te living with me at Log Cabin. te could have gotten killed, and I’m not going to risk your life any more,” Duncan explains. He refused to make eye contact with her, even though they were parked in the alley successivo to the hideout. Duncan twists the key and the faint motor shuts off.
Duncan crosses his arms over the steering wheel and sets his forehead on his wrists with a huge sigh. “But I wasn’t hardly sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza without you, either, when I was walking home with those apples that giorno I was almost ran over,” Courtney points out.
Duncan sits up against the driver’s sede, sedile and looks at the ceiling of the Rolls Royce. He faintly shakes his head. “Courtney, let’s face it, I cause te più danger than what te would face alone,” he replies.
“But what about te promising me I could be your secretary? I could do that and stay out of danger just fine!” she pleads. Her onyx eyes her huge; she refused to leave him for any reason he could come up with.
“You hardly know half of the things that even go on in Log Cabin!” Duncan protests, “And it would be just as dangerous. te don’t even know how much.”
“Duncan--,” Courtney started. She leaned towards him, hands on her knees, as if she was ready to start a debate. Duncan just shook his head, still keeping eye contact, and his hand blindly grasped for the door handle.
“Courtney… I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you. I’m sorry, but… I’m taking te home tomorrow morning,” Duncan tells her. He opens the door, steps out, and slams the door in her face. He practically jogs to the front door, wind ruffling his black locks, and not looking back once.
Courtney slumps in her seat, her forehead Frozen in wrinkles of shock and confusion. Finally, as if in a daze, she walks out of the car and into the apartment.
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The successivo morning, Courtney puts on her sky blue dress she wore the giorno she first met Duncan. She slides on her matching high heels and walks down the staircase. Duncan was waiting da the front door in his usual white cotton camicia rolled up to his elbows and loose black tie. He opened the door for her, and she steps out into the cold. The freezing air nearly blew her shivering frame back into the apartment, but Duncan put a hand on her shoulder to steady her.
He shuts the door behind them and they walk to the Rolls Royce. They climb into the car and shut the doors, confining them to an awkward silence that seemed to stretch for miles. Courtney wanted to completely spill everything and actually talk, because these would be the last moments she ever spent with him. But, of course, she kept her mouth shut.
Duncan drives for ten minuti until he gets to the busiest section of Chicago. All the traffic was normal for Courtney, who had lived in it all her life. But Duncan? He was used to the barren streets of downtown Chicago, where only a select few of people owned cars.
He leaned on the horn, startling several business men walking crossing through the middle of the street. Duncan cranked the window down and stretched his head out into the cold air. “Get out of the road!” he shouts at them. With his piercings and fierce expression, the men scrambled for their lives for the sidewalk.
Duncan drove until they got to an expensive apartment building in the middle of town. He bent down in his sede, sedile to look up at the very superiore, in alto of the skyscrapers. He let out a low whistle and expertly parallel-parked between two Ford Model-T’s, the closest parking spazio available to Courtney’s house. He and Courtney climb out of the car and walk down the strada, via with a large mob of business men walking to work.
They attraversare, croce the strada, via when the light turns red, o just whenever there was a shortage of moving cars. Courtney walks up a short flight of stairs, in front of a huge apartment building. She turns to Duncan, who had followed her. “I probably shouldn’t go in there,” he tells her, motioning to the revolving doors of her apartment, “I’d look out-of-place.”
Courtney just nods, silently begging him to baciare her, take her back to Log Cabin… anything. But instead, Duncan reaches into his pocket and withdraws a crude carving of a wooden skull. It smelled like cedar, and the sharp scent wafted up to Courtney’s nostrils in the cold wind.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, placing the small skull in her hand. Courtney seemed devoid of any sign of life, besides her eyes following Duncan’s every movement, so he gently curls her fingers around the skull. He holds her hand for a moment longer than needed before finally letting go.
Courtney blinks and looks down at her hand, curled into a fist around the skull, and doesn’t notice when Duncan begins to lean down towards her. She finally notices him once his warm lips softly press down on her pink, ruddy cheeks. He pulls away and whispers in her ear, “I Amore you.”
This makes her head snap up, but he was already walking at a brisk pace halfway down the sidewalk. Her eyes well up as she looks back down at the skull. She looks up again, burning every detail of Duncan’s retreating form into her brain. She’d never forget him. Not his silky, black hair that ruffled in the wind o his teasing smirk. Not his strong, tan hands that have been in countless fist-fights o his velvety warm, self-assured voice. Not his ice-cold piercings that tickled Courtney’s face when he hugged her o his crisp, white cotton shirts that smelled like a combined mix of cologne, cedar, and… Duncan. He had a smell to himself that she couldn’t quite place. Finally, he was a mere speck in a speedy mass of business men in tuxedo’s who were attempting to get to work on time despite the huge crowds. As a lone tear spilled over onto her cheek, Courtney swiftly wiped it away and strode into the warm apartment lobby before her tears froze to her skin in the chilly weather.
If he loves me so much, she thinks ruefully, why did he leave me like this?
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Her parents were utterly, completely overjoyed to see her alive. Her mother hugged her and would barely let her go, much less out of her sight. Her father grabbed Courtney’s shoulders and kissed her on the forehead with passionate force.
Then they sat her down on the divano and quizzed her on her whereabouts, who she was with, and how she felt. As much as how Courtney wanted to blurt out everything that happened with Duncan to her parents, she didn’t. Even though Duncan saved her life più than once, her parents probably wouldn’t be happy to hear about her life living with gangsters… And the fact that Courtney really, really liked it.
Her story was that she had been knocked out da some poor bum who had robbed her of the apples she bought from Frank Gardetta. She was allegedly passed out for days, and when she finally woke up, she was in the warm house of a lonely, elderly was so grateful towards the lady that Courtney stayed there for a week to aide the crippled old lady with groceries, laundry, and other deeds. However, when Courtney finally left the lady’s house, she got Lost and couldn’t remember where the lady’s house was. Fortunately, she wandered back into town and back home.
Courtney’s parents believed the story, of course.
The successivo day, her story was published in the newspaper to cancella Courtney’s obituary. People sent Cibo and gift baskets to the Pembrooke apartment out of praising the fact Courtney returned home. Courtney, meanwhile, stayed in her room all giorno while her parents went back to work and steadily fell back into their old way of life.
Courtney worked on homework, that she still had to catch up on, late into the night. As she felt she could no longer stay awake any more, she placed her textbooks and papers on the scrivania, reception successivo to her bed. She grabbed Duncan’s carving of a skull and slowly rotated it in her hand, laying back on her plush pillow. There, on the base of the skull, were three symbols. She squinted her eyes to read it in the dim light of the moon shining through her window.
C + D
Courtney eyes relaxed as a lazy smile stretched across her cheeks. Within a few minutes, she was asleep in her bed. Duncan’s carved skull was still clutched in her right hand. Her left hand was resting on her cheek, the memory of Duncan’s baciare tingling her fingertips.
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Heartbreak!
Heart, heart, heartbreak!
Girl, don’t say te Amore me when you’re out the door,
Woahh, yeah!
Cause I know things are different than they were before,
Whoahh, yeah!
Kill me with your kiss,
It’s so hard to resist you,
When te look me in the eyes tonight,
And say we’re headed for a heart, heart, heartbreak,
And I don’t ever ever wanna hear te say,
Don’t say te Amore me, don’t even,
Don’t say te Amore me, you’re leaving.
Ready for a heart, heart, heartbreak?
I’m gonna gonna turn around and walk away,
Don’t say te Amore me, don’t even,
Don’t say te Amore me, you’re leaving.
te say we’d stick it out through the thick and thin,
Woahh, yeah!
And when the walls came down,
te wouldn’t let me in,
Woahh, yeah!
We’ve been through it all,
My back’s against the wall,
It’s crashing down on me tonight,
Yeah, and we’re headed for a heart, heart, heartbreak,
And I don’t ever ever wanna hear te say,
Don’t say te Amore me, don’t even,
Don’t say te Amore me, you’re leaving.
Ready for a heart, heart, heartbreak?
I’m gonna gonna turn around and walk away,
Don’t say te Amore me, don’t even,
Don’t say te Amore me, you’re leaving.
I’m sick and tired of this whole situation,
Here comes another fight,
Beating me down with the same conversation,
Don’t say te Amore me tonight.
Heartbreak,
And I’m ready for a heart, heart, heartbreak,
And I don’t ever ever wanna hear te say,
Don’t say te Amore me, don’t even,
Don’t say te Amore me, you’re leaving.
Ready for a heart, heart, heartbreak?
I’m gonna gonna turn around and walk away,
Don’t say te Amore me, don’t even,
Don’t say te Amore me, you’re leaving.
Ready for a heart, heart, heartbreak?
And I don’t ever ever wanna hear te say,
Don’t say te Amore me, don’t even,
Don’t say te Amore me, you’re leaving.
“It’s too dangerous to keep te living with me at Log Cabin. te could have gotten killed, and I’m not going to risk your life any more,” Duncan explains. He refused to make eye contact with her, even though they were parked in the alley successivo to the hideout. Duncan twists the key and the faint motor shuts off.
Duncan crosses his arms over the steering wheel and sets his forehead on his wrists with a huge sigh. “But I wasn’t hardly sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza without you, either, when I was walking home with those apples that giorno I was almost ran over,” Courtney points out.
Duncan sits up against the driver’s sede, sedile and looks at the ceiling of the Rolls Royce. He faintly shakes his head. “Courtney, let’s face it, I cause te più danger than what te would face alone,” he replies.
“But what about te promising me I could be your secretary? I could do that and stay out of danger just fine!” she pleads. Her onyx eyes her huge; she refused to leave him for any reason he could come up with.
“You hardly know half of the things that even go on in Log Cabin!” Duncan protests, “And it would be just as dangerous. te don’t even know how much.”
“Duncan--,” Courtney started. She leaned towards him, hands on her knees, as if she was ready to start a debate. Duncan just shook his head, still keeping eye contact, and his hand blindly grasped for the door handle.
“Courtney… I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you. I’m sorry, but… I’m taking te home tomorrow morning,” Duncan tells her. He opens the door, steps out, and slams the door in her face. He practically jogs to the front door, wind ruffling his black locks, and not looking back once.
Courtney slumps in her seat, her forehead Frozen in wrinkles of shock and confusion. Finally, as if in a daze, she walks out of the car and into the apartment.
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The successivo morning, Courtney puts on her sky blue dress she wore the giorno she first met Duncan. She slides on her matching high heels and walks down the staircase. Duncan was waiting da the front door in his usual white cotton camicia rolled up to his elbows and loose black tie. He opened the door for her, and she steps out into the cold. The freezing air nearly blew her shivering frame back into the apartment, but Duncan put a hand on her shoulder to steady her.
He shuts the door behind them and they walk to the Rolls Royce. They climb into the car and shut the doors, confining them to an awkward silence that seemed to stretch for miles. Courtney wanted to completely spill everything and actually talk, because these would be the last moments she ever spent with him. But, of course, she kept her mouth shut.
Duncan drives for ten minuti until he gets to the busiest section of Chicago. All the traffic was normal for Courtney, who had lived in it all her life. But Duncan? He was used to the barren streets of downtown Chicago, where only a select few of people owned cars.
He leaned on the horn, startling several business men walking crossing through the middle of the street. Duncan cranked the window down and stretched his head out into the cold air. “Get out of the road!” he shouts at them. With his piercings and fierce expression, the men scrambled for their lives for the sidewalk.
Duncan drove until they got to an expensive apartment building in the middle of town. He bent down in his sede, sedile to look up at the very superiore, in alto of the skyscrapers. He let out a low whistle and expertly parallel-parked between two Ford Model-T’s, the closest parking spazio available to Courtney’s house. He and Courtney climb out of the car and walk down the strada, via with a large mob of business men walking to work.
They attraversare, croce the strada, via when the light turns red, o just whenever there was a shortage of moving cars. Courtney walks up a short flight of stairs, in front of a huge apartment building. She turns to Duncan, who had followed her. “I probably shouldn’t go in there,” he tells her, motioning to the revolving doors of her apartment, “I’d look out-of-place.”
Courtney just nods, silently begging him to baciare her, take her back to Log Cabin… anything. But instead, Duncan reaches into his pocket and withdraws a crude carving of a wooden skull. It smelled like cedar, and the sharp scent wafted up to Courtney’s nostrils in the cold wind.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, placing the small skull in her hand. Courtney seemed devoid of any sign of life, besides her eyes following Duncan’s every movement, so he gently curls her fingers around the skull. He holds her hand for a moment longer than needed before finally letting go.
Courtney blinks and looks down at her hand, curled into a fist around the skull, and doesn’t notice when Duncan begins to lean down towards her. She finally notices him once his warm lips softly press down on her pink, ruddy cheeks. He pulls away and whispers in her ear, “I Amore you.”
This makes her head snap up, but he was already walking at a brisk pace halfway down the sidewalk. Her eyes well up as she looks back down at the skull. She looks up again, burning every detail of Duncan’s retreating form into her brain. She’d never forget him. Not his silky, black hair that ruffled in the wind o his teasing smirk. Not his strong, tan hands that have been in countless fist-fights o his velvety warm, self-assured voice. Not his ice-cold piercings that tickled Courtney’s face when he hugged her o his crisp, white cotton shirts that smelled like a combined mix of cologne, cedar, and… Duncan. He had a smell to himself that she couldn’t quite place. Finally, he was a mere speck in a speedy mass of business men in tuxedo’s who were attempting to get to work on time despite the huge crowds. As a lone tear spilled over onto her cheek, Courtney swiftly wiped it away and strode into the warm apartment lobby before her tears froze to her skin in the chilly weather.
If he loves me so much, she thinks ruefully, why did he leave me like this?
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Her parents were utterly, completely overjoyed to see her alive. Her mother hugged her and would barely let her go, much less out of her sight. Her father grabbed Courtney’s shoulders and kissed her on the forehead with passionate force.
Then they sat her down on the divano and quizzed her on her whereabouts, who she was with, and how she felt. As much as how Courtney wanted to blurt out everything that happened with Duncan to her parents, she didn’t. Even though Duncan saved her life più than once, her parents probably wouldn’t be happy to hear about her life living with gangsters… And the fact that Courtney really, really liked it.
Her story was that she had been knocked out da some poor bum who had robbed her of the apples she bought from Frank Gardetta. She was allegedly passed out for days, and when she finally woke up, she was in the warm house of a lonely, elderly was so grateful towards the lady that Courtney stayed there for a week to aide the crippled old lady with groceries, laundry, and other deeds. However, when Courtney finally left the lady’s house, she got Lost and couldn’t remember where the lady’s house was. Fortunately, she wandered back into town and back home.
Courtney’s parents believed the story, of course.
The successivo day, her story was published in the newspaper to cancella Courtney’s obituary. People sent Cibo and gift baskets to the Pembrooke apartment out of praising the fact Courtney returned home. Courtney, meanwhile, stayed in her room all giorno while her parents went back to work and steadily fell back into their old way of life.
Courtney worked on homework, that she still had to catch up on, late into the night. As she felt she could no longer stay awake any more, she placed her textbooks and papers on the scrivania, reception successivo to her bed. She grabbed Duncan’s carving of a skull and slowly rotated it in her hand, laying back on her plush pillow. There, on the base of the skull, were three symbols. She squinted her eyes to read it in the dim light of the moon shining through her window.
C + D
Courtney eyes relaxed as a lazy smile stretched across her cheeks. Within a few minutes, she was asleep in her bed. Duncan’s carved skull was still clutched in her right hand. Her left hand was resting on her cheek, the memory of Duncan’s baciare tingling her fingertips.
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Heartbreak!
Heart, heart, heartbreak!
Girl, don’t say te Amore me when you’re out the door,
Woahh, yeah!
Cause I know things are different than they were before,
Whoahh, yeah!
Kill me with your kiss,
It’s so hard to resist you,
When te look me in the eyes tonight,
And say we’re headed for a heart, heart, heartbreak,
And I don’t ever ever wanna hear te say,
Don’t say te Amore me, don’t even,
Don’t say te Amore me, you’re leaving.
Ready for a heart, heart, heartbreak?
I’m gonna gonna turn around and walk away,
Don’t say te Amore me, don’t even,
Don’t say te Amore me, you’re leaving.
te say we’d stick it out through the thick and thin,
Woahh, yeah!
And when the walls came down,
te wouldn’t let me in,
Woahh, yeah!
We’ve been through it all,
My back’s against the wall,
It’s crashing down on me tonight,
Yeah, and we’re headed for a heart, heart, heartbreak,
And I don’t ever ever wanna hear te say,
Don’t say te Amore me, don’t even,
Don’t say te Amore me, you’re leaving.
Ready for a heart, heart, heartbreak?
I’m gonna gonna turn around and walk away,
Don’t say te Amore me, don’t even,
Don’t say te Amore me, you’re leaving.
I’m sick and tired of this whole situation,
Here comes another fight,
Beating me down with the same conversation,
Don’t say te Amore me tonight.
Heartbreak,
And I’m ready for a heart, heart, heartbreak,
And I don’t ever ever wanna hear te say,
Don’t say te Amore me, don’t even,
Don’t say te Amore me, you’re leaving.
Ready for a heart, heart, heartbreak?
I’m gonna gonna turn around and walk away,
Don’t say te Amore me, don’t even,
Don’t say te Amore me, you’re leaving.
Ready for a heart, heart, heartbreak?
And I don’t ever ever wanna hear te say,
Don’t say te Amore me, don’t even,
Don’t say te Amore me, you’re leaving.
Aydan-Welcome to T.D.N.T.M.Today we will meet 14 contestants and our 2 juges
(Jared and Chase Lee walk in)
Aydan-Time to meet the contestants
(Ele,Chrissy,Lyric,Ava,Lisa,Trixie,Sumer,Yuri,Andrea,Cathie,
Anna,Yoko, and Kalie walk in)
Aydan-Welcome ladies
Chrissy-..I really shouldn't of auditioned
Lyric-That make 2 of us!
Sumer-This is..EXITING!!!!!
Andrea- and fancy
Ava-And expensive
Aydan-Now go settle into te cabin
(hour later)
Aydan-Now te first challenge is........
To be countinued..
(Jared and Chase Lee walk in)
Aydan-Time to meet the contestants
(Ele,Chrissy,Lyric,Ava,Lisa,Trixie,Sumer,Yuri,Andrea,Cathie,
Anna,Yoko, and Kalie walk in)
Aydan-Welcome ladies
Chrissy-..I really shouldn't of auditioned
Lyric-That make 2 of us!
Sumer-This is..EXITING!!!!!
Andrea- and fancy
Ava-And expensive
Aydan-Now go settle into te cabin
(hour later)
Aydan-Now te first challenge is........
To be countinued..
Phil: last time on total drama the haunting, 2 campers got to be clowns while the rest sat down to watch it at the end jumanji won the zombies a trip home. what will happen who will loose and while my girlfriend visit find out più on this episode of total drama the haunting.
*horn honking*
Phil: looks like there back
killer zombies: *getting out of limo*
Phil: wait for it
death: were already here
*another car horn
Phil: say hi to Alex and Kevin the werewolf
Aydan: why is Alex back?
Phil: i Lost a bet
jumanji: what is the werewolf here
Phil: that was the bet, oh and i'm getting bored of the teams, so i'm breaking the teams, ghost bring the zombies
ghost: ok
Phil: time for a commercial break
*horn honking*
Phil: looks like there back
killer zombies: *getting out of limo*
Phil: wait for it
death: were already here
*another car horn
Phil: say hi to Alex and Kevin the werewolf
Aydan: why is Alex back?
Phil: i Lost a bet
jumanji: what is the werewolf here
Phil: that was the bet, oh and i'm getting bored of the teams, so i'm breaking the teams, ghost bring the zombies
ghost: ok
Phil: time for a commercial break
Last time on TOTAL DRAMA FREAKS
Everyone started going crazy,and got trapped in the 'candy cane cave' wich was just a house.
*Purple air floats in**everyone faints*
7 hours later
*Everyone wakes up*
"Huh?Who are te people?Who am I?"asked Alex."Aleeeexxxxx?!You-hoooo?!It's me Bridgette?!"said Bridgette,flicking her forehead.*Ronnie turns head*"Whoa!What's that?!""I think it's aaaaaaaaa"Tyler yawned.*Every looks*"UNICORNIES!!!Swimming in pee!!"yelled Vanessa,staring at trees."Let's go look at the unicorni and cookies."said Yoko and DJ.
*Everyone walks over*
"Look,unicorns and Steel!!!I Amore STEEL!!"yelled Noah and Brooke together.*They both lick it*
"Where are we?What are unicorni and what is steel?sfjdjhfsh" detto Alex.">.- owww i jabed my eye with a horn!"yelled Bridgette."
PART 2 COMING SOON
Everyone started going crazy,and got trapped in the 'candy cane cave' wich was just a house.
*Purple air floats in**everyone faints*
7 hours later
*Everyone wakes up*
"Huh?Who are te people?Who am I?"asked Alex."Aleeeexxxxx?!You-hoooo?!It's me Bridgette?!"said Bridgette,flicking her forehead.*Ronnie turns head*"Whoa!What's that?!""I think it's aaaaaaaaa"Tyler yawned.*Every looks*"UNICORNIES!!!Swimming in pee!!"yelled Vanessa,staring at trees."Let's go look at the unicorni and cookies."said Yoko and DJ.
*Everyone walks over*
"Look,unicorns and Steel!!!I Amore STEEL!!"yelled Noah and Brooke together.*They both lick it*
"Where are we?What are unicorni and what is steel?sfjdjhfsh" detto Alex.">.- owww i jabed my eye with a horn!"yelled Bridgette."
PART 2 COMING SOON
*All contestants sitting around a campfire at night*"I'm scared of bats..."Said Juno."I'm scared of you."Said Sumer."SHUT THE HECK UP!""I'm really scared of hieghts."She confessed."I'm scared of bats."Said Izzy."I'm terrfied da Justin's face and earwigs"said Brooke.
"This week one TDF,Leshawna will be co-hosting.Yes,i know she is one of your faves,and she's also my freind.Here's her special entrance."
*Leshawna walks in all cool with awesome Musica playing in the "BG"*"What's sup,Andrea?Besides having to hang at this aweful camp again?""Nothing much,ok so we'll meet with the campers in 10,ok?""Ok."
*Dining Hall*
"Sumer,do te honestly think i'd nearly kill te without a good reason?"Juno."Yes,that's just like you.""We've spent 7 weeks here are te think te know me?You don't.SO if i was you,i'd shut up."
"Ok groovy cats!This week we're having one of my fave chaellenge!PHOBIA FACTOR!We got everyone to say thier fears,so this will be no problem."
TO BE CONTINUED
"This week one TDF,Leshawna will be co-hosting.Yes,i know she is one of your faves,and she's also my freind.Here's her special entrance."
*Leshawna walks in all cool with awesome Musica playing in the "BG"*"What's sup,Andrea?Besides having to hang at this aweful camp again?""Nothing much,ok so we'll meet with the campers in 10,ok?""Ok."
*Dining Hall*
"Sumer,do te honestly think i'd nearly kill te without a good reason?"Juno."Yes,that's just like you.""We've spent 7 weeks here are te think te know me?You don't.SO if i was you,i'd shut up."
"Ok groovy cats!This week we're having one of my fave chaellenge!PHOBIA FACTOR!We got everyone to say thier fears,so this will be no problem."
TO BE CONTINUED