"Oh yeah, because this is my fault!" Duncan screamed.

"Well it certainly isn't mine!" Courtney yelled back. The infamous couple were yet again at each other thoughts. Why? Because that is all they ever did. They always found something to fight about, this time it was over who picked their daughter up late. It was pathetic to watch.

"Where are you going?" Courtney yelled at her husband. Duncan had grabbed his keys from the counter and was now walking towards the front door.

"Anywhere your not." The green haired punk replied, slamming the door extra hard behind him. Courtney's perfect Onyx eyes narrowed into slits; she stormed off into the bedroom and locked the door. The brunette curled up into a ball on the bed and cried herself to sleep. She hated fighting with Duncan, but it all they ever did. She had doubts about their marriage, but she didn't want a divorce.

Duncan was walking mindlessly down the never-ending streets. He was caught up in thought about Courtney. 'Why does she always have to start the fight's?' He thought to himself. That wasn't true though, Duncan started them too, but he wasn't about to admit that, not even to himself. He entered a bar at the end of the street and took a seat on a stool.

"Give me a pint." He ordered, hitting his fist down on the counter. The bartender jumped a little but did as he was told. He held the pump down and then slid the beer over to Duncan. The delinquent didn't hesitate to down his drink and order another.

On the other side of town anther couple were having problems.

"Trent, I'm going out." Gwen called to her boyfriend

"Oh, okay." He called back, not looking up from the book he was buried in.

"Aren't you going to ask where I'm going?"

"Yeah, have fun too." Gwen sighed. Trent never cared about her like he used to. He used to follow her everywhere; he wanted to be part of everything she did. But now he was more interested in staying home and finishing his book.

The Goth left her apartment and walked down the stairs. Her thoughts were about her relationship. How had it come to this? Gwen was going out with her sister when she should be having fun with her boyfriend. She was 18. Young and care-free. But she wasn't feeling it.

"Hey. Hey." The perky blonde girl greeted her sister.

"Hey, Ashley." Gwen tried to put on her smiley face. She didn't want her sister on her back all night about why she wasn't happy.

"Come on then, Gwen. We're stopping off at the bar down the street." Ashley told her sister as they clambered into the cab and sped off towards the bar.