A/N: Just a reaaaaalllllyyyyyyyy short Chrisney ficlet :). It's a bit disturbing too, with Creepy Gwen, and of course, nine obsessed Trent (Can we all just pretend that Playa De Losers never sunk).
Honestly, this isn't even a story. This is just a drabble...but anyway, I hope that you enjoyed it!
Courtney where have you been? Chris asked through yet another voicemail on her phone. She sighed and put it down, not bothering to answer him back.
"Courtney? Are you in there?" Gwen asked from outside Courtney's room. She massaged her temples, wishing that she had never even tried to become friends with her again. Now, the goth had been stalking the CIT 24/7, and it was pissing (and slightly creeping out) Courtney off. "Courtney?"
She stayed silent, hoping that the goth would go away. Eventually, she did, which relieved Courtney. She stayed happy until a certain nine-obsessed musician came to her door. He knocked nine times before she realized that it was Trent.
"Would you like to hear about the nine religion?" He asked. Courtney stayed silent, hoping that that idiot would go away. "Courtneyy? Are you in there? I'm going to start calling you Courtneyy."
She stayed on her bed, hoping he'd go away. Obviously, that didn't happen for another nine minutes, before he told her that he'll be back at exactly nine AM and nine PM tomorrow.
Courtney sighed, and dialed Chris back. "Hey babe." He answered nonchalantly.
"You must save me from these people." She told him. She heard Chris snort on the other line.
"I know right! I'll tell you what, swing by later. I'll get Chef to prepare the hot tub." He said. Courtney smiled.
"Okay."
"Oh good, you came in that hot gray swimsuit." Chris greeted. Courtney blushed a bit and climbed in, letting her worries about creepy Gwen and weirdo Trent melt away.
"These people drive me insane." Courtney told him, and reached for a glass of wine. Of course, she was too young to be drinking, but Chris was never one to follow laws.
"Relax babe," Chris said while leaning back and propping his hands up against his head, "You really should chill out once in a while."
"I try to, but Gwen and Trent ruin everything!" She complained. Chris removed an arm from his makeshift armrest and put it around her as she sipped her drink.
"Then come hang out with me more often." He said, as if it was an obvious solution. Courtney looked embarrassed, but managed a small smile.
"Maybe I will." She replied, trying to put a suggesting smirk into it. Chris laughed.
"You're welcome anytime." He laughed, and let her lean into the crook of his neck.