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Warning: Rated T for swearing that's not really swearing. Just words that sound like them or have the same meaning.


The Things Love Does To You

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Ugh. It's another day of school. I can't wait 'till the school year's done, so I won't have to see that two-timing, backstabbing thing named Duncan. If he wanted to go out with Gwen so bad, he could've at least broke up with me first. Thank God Noah, Duncans best friend, told me he was cheating before anything else happened with us. Anyways, I'm walking into my 6th period class. The good news is that Noah's in this class; the bad news is that Duncan is too. I don't even know how that dimwit even got in this class because it's advanced.

"Courtney?" Duncan cautiously asks.

"What do you want. Are ya looking for your partner in crime? The two-timing glitch you backstabbing ashhole." I snapped.

"Look, I didn't cheat on you, and I don't know why Noah would tell you something like that. Gwen is like a sister to me and making out with her would feel... gross." He shuddered at the word gross; "I want you back Court." He pleaded.

"What now? Are you going to start singing Cher Lloyd? I don't believe you, so don't keep trying to tell me you didn't cheat; Gwen tried to convince me already. Unless I hear that it wasn't the truth from Noah, I'll never take you back." Is all I say with as much venom in my voice that I can muster.

Then, out of nowhere, Noah comes up and says something that surprises both me and dumbash over here. Then, to make the situation worse, Noah had an emotionless voice instead of his usual bored monotone.

"Duncan didn't cheat on you, I just said that."

"What the duck Noah!" Duncan exclaimed.

"Why would you do that?" I ask calmly.

He raises and puts emotion in his voice a little and says "Isabelle told me to wait for her, so I did. Then, I found out she ran off with that fat ash motherducker Owen! Why couldn't she just reject me rather than having me wait like a retard?!"

He then whispers so softly that we can barely hear when he says, "She's the love of my life, and since I can't have my love, my best friend can't either."

"Noah, I'm so ducking sorry. I'm sorry you can't be with Izzy." I say softly, my voice wavering.

"Sorry won't bring her back." He coldly replies.

With tears streaming down my face, I say, "I know, but I can't help it. I'm sorry she put you through all this crap. I'm going out with Duncan though, and we're gonna stay together."

Duncan and I kiss, but as soon as the sweet, short kiss was over, Noah says one more thing that makes our blood run cold.

"Fine. Duncan, you can live with your girl while I live without mine, but just to let you know, it won't be happily. No, there is going to be a war. This isn't The End... this is The Beginning."


AN: Ahhhhhh snap! Somethin' is about. To go. Down! Anyways (Wow. I say that a lot. Deal with it.), this is my new story. It is purely based on a dream I had about me,my crush, and his best friend, and it was so awesome. I couldn't forget about it and had to make a story from the plot.

-Skip this part if you want. It's only a heads up- If you haven't read my profile, you can already see that I have a bad tendency to put in A LOT of commas and have really long sentences. I also like to detail way too much. I guess it's always better to put in too much detail than too little. Right? I just want people to use their imagination and draw the scene in their heads to make it come to life. I also talk a lot. Like, way too much. I think it's because not a lot of people really listen to me or my advice even though it can be very good. It's like no one takes me seriously. And that's about it... so far. -Now, don't skip this next paragraph-

Anyways (You can just tell this is one of the words I use too much when I get into a serious casual conversation), please please please read and review. Make a very young author happy. Be one of those rare people that listen to me. Please. So... Read and review, but no super harsh flames; I have a really bad temper. Be gently hard on me. Make me a better writer. I would really appreciate it. Thanks.