Okay so this is my first TDI fic. It's based on the song Whiskey Lullaby by Brad Paisly and is probably the sadest songs I've ever heard if you'd like to listen to it to get into the right mood (And I highly suggest you do) you can find it at youtube. I'm also very sorry if any of the characters are OOC but I tried my best :D So I hope you enjoy, and reveiws are always appreciated! Costructive critism is always welcome and Flames will be used for roasting hot-dogs so without further ado Whisky Lullaby by ChipmunkFanatic
XXX*Gwen*XXX
I stepped forward into the bright spotlight, up to the mic set before me. Trent was beside me, his guitar strapped around his shoulder. I sighed, as I looked out to the audience. I glanced at the table set in front. Bridgette was cuddled into Geoff while he put his arms around her for support. DJ looked like he was trying very hard to not start bawling, while Owen was bawling. Everyone from the island was there, even Heather, who was twiddling her thumbs, and looking down at them guiltily. I also looked out to all the faces I didn't recognize. I sighed again. We were all here for the same reason. To honor two, both dear friends, and relatives, that were no longer with us. I took the mic into my hand and spoke. It came out in a squeak, but I calmed myself and tried again. "Hello, everyone," I started, "we are gathered here today to honor the memory of, Duncan Fletcher, and Courtney Williams." I tried to smile, but I felt it came out wrong.
So you're probably wondering why I'm here, up on stage, honoring two people I hardly talked to on the island, right? Well, it all started when I got back from the island, I found out that Trent lived relatively close. Only about an hour and a half away, without traffic. So, we'd get together quite often. We even started a sort of band, but that's beside the point. Now I never really knew or liked the bossy CIT, so you could imagine my surprise (if not annoyance) at the familiar face standing before me, in my dorm room.
"Courtney!?" I asked, dropping my bags in surprise.
"Gwen!?" Courtney exclaimed mimicking my facial expression, of both surprise and displeasure.
I quickly picked my bags back up, and threw them on the bed not occupied by Courtney my, ugh, roommate.
I looked over at her bed already neatly made. She had a dull grey colored sheet and pillow. Yep, this was going to be interesting.
I unpacked quickly, before studying my schedule, trying to make as little eye contact with Courtney as possible. Maybe I could just get through this without having to talk to her much. I was getting some books ready for my first class, when the air was suddenly filled with Beethoven's 5th (don't ask how I know that). I raised an eyebrow, "interesting ring tone." I commented sarcastically, before I could stop myself. She smiled sheepishly (Whoa, didn't expect that.) before flipping open her cell.
"Hello?" She said, then paused. "Yes, I know." She answered. "I did too." Another pause. "Because they would cut off all my funds!" She groaned, like she was explaining it for the thousandth time. She sighed then, then replied, "calm down Duncan! I can take care of myself, and for the last time, I am not moving in with you!" I dropped whatever I was doing at the time. Duncan? Island Duncan? And what was this about moving in?! I looked at her surprise clear in my eyes, but her back was turned to me. "Okay, I'll see you tonight then." And with that, she snapped her cell shut and sighed, flopping face first onto her bed. She turned her head so she was facing me, irritation burned in her expression. When she saw my gaping mouth and wide eyes staring at her, she smiled sheepishly again, and got into a sitting position. "Your probably a little confused." She started.
I nodded, "a little."
"Well," she sighed, "it's a long story."
I shrugged, "I got time."
She nodded "It all started the day I stepped off that repulsive island. I found no peace. Everyone was ether lecturing me or pressing me for details. I mean in between my dad's rants, my mom's speeches, and the constant pestering and teasing from everyone at school, all about, you guessed it, Duncan. It was driving me insane! But my parents, to save their social status, moved. But wherever we went, I kept getting recognized, and my parents wouldn't have that. We even moved to America! Which was, okay for a while since it hadn't aired there yet. But of course, it started airing and we moved yet again. By this time I was 18 and able to attend college. And here we are." She explained. I blinked.
"Sounds, tough." I sympathized. "But what about Duncan?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.
She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. "Well," she started, feigning a smile. "Naturally, you meet a whole lot of people, when you move that much, and Duncan was no exception. After that we kept in touch through e-mail and phone calls. Despite my parents' objection." She shrugged. "And then, of course, when Duncan heard I was moving away for college, he wanted me to move in with him. But if I did my parents would cut off all my college funds. So, yeah." She finished.
I nodded slowly. "Okay, I think I get it." I complied.
She smiled, "so what about you? What happened to you when you got back?"
"Well, mine's not quite as..." I paused, looking for the right word. "Eventful as you, but..." I explained everything, then we talked a little more before we both had to get to class. Overall I guess having Courtney for a roommate won't be so bad.
A few days later, we had a visitor, well more like intruder.
I was casually sitting on my bed, sketching Tren… I mean trees! Yeah, trees, in my notepad. Courtney was, of course studying. It was early evening, and the sun was just starting to set, sending an orange-pink blanket across the room. And Courtney and I were just about to head out to grab a bite to eat. Yep, everything was peaceful, tranquil and-"
My thoughts were interrupted when the door flew open to reveal none other than the skull shirted, green mowhawked, punk from the island.
Courtney's mouth dropped in surprise. "Duncan?" She exclaimed.
"No, Abraham Lincoln." He retorted.
Courtney rolled her eyes. "What are you doing here?" She asked, standing up, hands on her hips.
"What? Can't a prince visit his princess once in a while?"
"Not without calling first!"
"Oh, come on I brought a present!" He then whipped out a single red rose from behind his back. How cliché is that?
She took it, examining it, then smiled. "What, only one?" She asked jokingly.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you to be thankful?" He joked back, flopping carelessly on her bed, sending papers flying everywhere.
"Duncan!" She groaned in irritation, trying to pick up the papers that fluttered down by her feet.
He chuckled. "How about I make it up to you with dinner for two?" He suggested. "And maybe after we could go to my apartment and…" He trailed off suggestively. I rolled my eyes same old Duncan.
Courtney rolled her eyes too. "In your dreams."
Duncan smirked. "Yeah, it does happen a lot there."
Courtney turned slightly red, and I suppressed a laugh. "Actually," she stated matter-of-factly. "Gwen and I were just about to go get something for dinner." She said gesturing to me.
He followed Courtney's hand then did a double take, eyes widening in surprise. "Gwen?!" He asked, almost falling off the bed.
I chuckled and Courtney rolled her eyes yet again. "Way to be observant, Duncan."
I saw Duncan glare at her out of the corner of his eye, then looked at me again, then Courtney then finally back at me, smiling "innocently." "You don't mind if I kidnap her for a few, hours, days, weeks?" He asked.
I stole a glance at Court. She was shaking her head franticly. I smiled back at Duncan. "Sure." He grinned.
"You heard her Princess!" Duncan said hoisting her over his shoulder. I had to keep myself from falling to the ground in laughter.
Courtney however didn't find it nearly as amusing. "Duncan, put me down!" She yelled pounding his back.
He just smirked. "Hey Gwen we should double sometime." Duncan suggested. "You could go with, Troy, err, Trevor, err what's-his-face!"
I rolled my eyes. "Trent." I corrected.
"Yeah, him."
I shrugged. "Can't, he's in New York, attending Julliard." I stated proud of my boyfriend.
He nodded. "Tell him 'good luck' for me, then." He said then turned and walked out the door, Courtney still in tow.
I got up and looked out the door. "Have fun!" I teased.
Courtney glared at me. "Thanks!" She said sarcastically.
I walked back inside, and sighed. Something about them made me wish Trent were here. I missed him like crazy. But I knew this was an opportunity he couldn't refuse. I mean he's always dreamed to be a guitarist, and I didn't want to hold him back.
After some hours of speculation, I decided to call him. It rang three times before he picked up. "Sup?" I rolled my eyes at his greeting, but his voice made me melt.
"Hi," I stated.
"Hey Gwen, and to what do I owe this pleasure?" He asked. I giggled.
"Nothing really, I was just missing you."
"Yeah, I miss you like you wouldn't believe!" He stated. I smiled.
"So you haven't met any girls prettier than me there, right?" I half joked.
"Even if I lived to be a thousand and searched the globe a thousand times over, I'd never find anyone nearly as beautiful as you." He assured.
I sighed in contentment. How was it fair I was so lucky? "Oh hey, sorry but I gotta go. Some friends and I are going to this big game tonight." He stated.
I nodded although he couldn't see me. "Alright, I'll talk to you later?"
"Most defiantly."
"Okay bye. Oh and Duncan says, 'Good luck!'" There was a paused, and I thought maybe he had hung up, but then he answered.
"Duncan?" I rolled my eyes.
"Don't be paranoid. Court's my roommate and he stopped by this afternoon."
"Oh, okay." He said, sounding relieved. "Well tell him 'thanks' for me. Love you, bye!"
"Bye." I said, hung up, then sighed. I really did miss him. The call helped but it just wasn't the same as actually seeing him. I then heard soft foot falls outside and my curiosity got the better of me, as I stood up to look out the peephole.
I smiled as I saw a familiar flash of electric green. I strained my ears to listen.
"Admit it." I heard Duncan's voice.
"It was pretty nice." I heard Courtney respond.
"Pretty nice?" He questioned.
"Fine, it was very nice."
"Only very?"
Courtney sighed. "Okay, it was the best day ever. Wonderful! Amazing! Happy?"
"Only w-"
She groaned in agitation, but it turned into a laugh. She wrapped her arms around his neck smiling. "It was utterly fantastic." She said in a serious tone, her face soft.
"Now, that's more like it." He grinned.
I smiled looking at the two, through the peephole. Okay so it wasn't the best view but it was good enough. "But, why the sudden change?" She asked suddenly. "I mean, we usually go somewhere more casual. And that dinner must have cost a fortune!"
His face fell, and he looked down at the ground. "Well," he started, and Courtney sighed. "I'm going to be away for a while." He stated.
Courtney's eyes widened and she blinked. "Why?" She asked in confusion.
"My bro's got himself into some trouble and needs a little help. So I'm going back to Ontario, tomorrow."
"Oh. It's, not going to be, dangerous. Is it?" She asked worry clear in her voice.
He smirked half-heartedly. "Didn't know you cared."
She brought up a hand to caress his cheek. "I do care."
He sighed. "A little." He said finally answering her question. "But it's nothing I haven't done before."
"Oh, that's comforting." She responded sarcastically, but then her face softened again. "Just, be careful."
"Don't worry, I will. I've never had someone who actually cared, waiting for me to get back."
"Can I at least call to check up on you once in a while or something?"
He sighed again. "It'd be… " He paused. "Safer, for you not to." Her face fell slightly. "But, I will call from the airport tonight, okay." He said, kissing her forehead.
She nodded, and he turned to leave. "Oh, and Duncan," she called. He stopped. "Please, don't do anything illegal!" She begged, exasperated. I craned my neck to see his response.
He turned his head and smirked at her. "Sorry Princess, no promises." He said then resumed walking.
She sighed leaning against the doorframe, and I ran back to my bed sitting as casually as I could, just as she unlocked the door. "Oh, hey Court!" I said feigning casualty.
She sighed, then met my eyes. "Did you hear that?" She asked.
"I looked down at my sketch pad with new interest, and replied; "nope, didn't hear a thing!" Ah, stupid! Trent must be wearing off on me. Although Courtney didn't seem to notice, as she quickly walked into the bathroom to get ready for bed. Phew, dogged a bullet there.
Months flew by and everything was well. Courtney turned out to be a great roommate. She would listen when I need to talk or rant about something, keep her distance if I wanted to be left alone, we even shared some tips on... various things. And became better friends than I ever thought possible. We did have our fare share of fights though, but I guess that just comes with living in the same dorm. But in a nutshell, Courtney was an amazing friend and roommate. Which is why when she came back in tears, I rushed to her side. "Court! What's wrong?" I asked my eyes wide in worry. She didn't answer she just ran to her bed and got in the fatal position hugging her pillow tightly. I rubbed her back as her sobs rocked her body. Oh yeah, somebody's butt was getting kicked.
"Courtney, what happened?" I said in almost a whisper. She mumbled something through her pillow, but she was still crying, making it even harder to hear. I did, however make out five simple words, that made a lot of sense considering. "Duncan," "Justin," "too different," and "Heather." I ground my teeth at the last one. Anything that had Heather in the mix was sure to be at least a little evil. I stood, walking to the door, I was going to find that evil, backstabbing little witch, if it was the last thing I did!
I got back from the unsuccessful Heather hunt, to find Courtney staring blankly at a textbook. Her eyes were clouded and unfocused, so I knew she wasn't really seeing anything. "Court?" I said sitting down next to her. She jerked a little but didn't respond. "Courtney?" I asked taking her shoulders and shaking her slightly. She dropped the book but other than that didn't move. "It's going to be okay." I assured her, taking her into a hug.
That night I called Trent. I need some advice and support. It rang twice before he picked up. "Gwen?" He asked. Ahh, just the sound of his voice comforted me. I smiled half-heartedly.
"Hey." I stated.
I guess he knew something was up, since he replied with, "what's wrong?"
From there I filled him in on everything. Of course he came to visit whenever he had a break from school but I needed him now. "I'll be there as soon as I can." He assured me. Good old Trent.
"Thank you," I said simply, although I wish I could have said so much more.
The next day was a Saturday, thank goodness. I glanced at the clock. 12:34, I read, then groaning I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I looked across the room at Courtney. She was lying there motionless; I walked over half scared she had done something drastic last night. I peeked at her face, her eyes were open, again staring blankly, seeing nothing. I sighed, "hey, Court I'm going out for a bit okay?" I told her, grabbing my coat. She still didn't respond. I sighed again, before opening the door and stepping out. I had to find out what exactly happened.
There I stood at the door of Duncan's apartment. I rang the doorbell and waited. Nothing. I tried again. Still nothing. I finally decided to try knocking. I knocked briskly, and the door creaked open. I peeked inside. Now from the little I knew about Duncan, I had prepared for a lot of different things. But not this. Not this.
Glass, broken everywhere. Chairs, tables, walls, trashed! Broken, smashed to pieces. But the thing that stood out most of all, was the strong smell of… Alcohol?! Beer bottles scattered all across the floor. I took a few steps inside cringing at the odor. I walked over to one of the bedrooms, peeking inside, scared of what I'd find. It looked no different from the rest of the apartment, but no one was inside, I breathed a sigh of slight relief and searched the rest of the apartment. No Duncan. And I had no idea where to find him. Then I got an idea.
I made my way quickly back to my car, and sped back to the campus, I walked inside the room, and was pained to see that Courtney still had not moved. But I had come back for a reason. I hurried over to my bed and pulled out an old box. I opened it and searched through an assortment of various things, before I found it. I pulled out the piece of paper, grabbed my phone and made my way back into the deserted hallway. I scanned the paper carefully, then dialed. It rang four times before someone picked up. "Hello?" I heard the familiar voice say, but it wasn't the one I had expected. I blinked but quickly replied.
"Umm, hi Geoff, this is Gwen, is Bridgette there?" There was a pause.
"Gwen? Yeah, sure Bridge is here. One sec." I waited as Geoff, put Bridgette on.
"Gwen?" I smiled, remembering one of the only sane people from the island.
"Bridgette? Yeah, this is Gwen." I replied. "Okay, so I know you guys are busy and everything, but Courtney needs you right now. Is there anyway you guys could come down?" I asked in a rush. There was a long pause.
"Umm, I think so," She said, I sighed in relief. "Hey, Geoff? Are we doing anything this week?" I heard Bridgette ask.
"Nah, I don't think so why?" I heard him reply. Ah, same old laid back Geoff.
"I'll explain later." She said, before returning to me. "Yeah, We'll get down there as soon as we can." She paused, "is Courtney?" She said, trailing off. I shook my head though, they couldn't see it.
"No, she's still relatively okay. But I don't know if..." It was my turn to trail off this time.
"Okay, we should be down there Monday." Bridgette assured. I silently thanked Bridgette for the lack of questions.
"Okay, I'll see you then." I said, before hanging up. The line went dead, and I walked back into the room. I smiled when I saw Courtney, in a sitting position. She was holding something, staring at it intently, but her eyes were beginning to tear up. I quickly put the paper back in the box and pushed it back under my bed. Then went over to see what Courtney was looking at. I situated myself, so I could see without disturbing Courtney, who was oblivious to me being there. I sighed; it was an old picture of all of us at the end of the show. But I could tell Courtney only had eyes for one particular person in the picture. I had the same picture but never really looked at anyone else much, just Trent and I. But even I teared up a bit at the picture now. Duncan and Courtney were both to the right side of the picture. Duncan had his arms wrapped around Courtney's waist from behind, looking at her fondly. While Courtney, looked at him with a playful look of irritation.
"I've got to find him." I was startled when Courtney suddenly rose, setting the picture on her bedside table.
"What?" I asked surprised, but happy to see a spark of determination back in her eyes.
"I need to find him." She repeated. "This is all my fault and I need to make it right again."
I smiled, "I checked his apartment, he's not there." I said leaving out the details. "And Trent, Geoff, and Bridgette are coming up for a visit, Monday."
She smiled slightly. "Good, they can help us look."
So with that we searched. Monday came and Bridgette, Geoff, and Trent joined in the hunt. We checked every bar, club, and hotel. But we always seemed to miss him. In a way Courtney was back to normal, yet it also seemed she was missing something. She almost never smiled, except for those slight ones, just to make us feel better. She started getting B's and C's instead of her usual A+ and didn't seem to care. But as the week wore on I was starting to lose hope. Bridgette, Geoff, and Trent all had to get back. And we were again left alone. We still went out searching every night but I could tell Courtney was slowly slipping back into her depressed state.
It was a Thursday in the dead of winter when we got the call that sealed her fate. I set the phone back on the receiver. I turned to Courtney. How was I going to do this? "Courtney?" I said in a whimper.
She turned to me with wide worried eyes. "Who was it?"
"Police." I stated simply. "Something's happened," I paused, "to Duncan..."
We were at the hotel in a flash. I pushed the door open carefully, gasped, then covered my mouth with my hand looking away. I could feel my eyes tearing up, as the image now burned into my brain stung. It took a few moments to regain my composure, but if I was reacting like this how could Courtney be reacting? I took a side-glance at her. She had fallen to her knees, her head was bent down so her hair covered her face, but I could hear her agonized cries. I bent down to hug her, taking her into my arms, as her tears, rocked her body. "Courtney." I said trying to calm her. We sat like that for a few more minutes. Until, call me sick, I wanted a closer look. I don't know why, but I did. As I looked I felt nausea build up in the pit of my stomach. I've seen my fare share of slasher flicks, but seeing and experiencing are two very different things.
I walked up slowly, and as I proceeded I could smell alcohol again. I made my way to the side of the bed. I cringed, as I saw the dark red stains on the pillow, and the cold black item on the ground that had done the job. But then something caught my eye. I picked up the small piece of folded paper, off the bedside table. I unfolded it carefully and read it. It was simple yet, oddly heartbreakingly sweet. I tucked it into my pocket and went back to comfort Courtney, who at the moment was having difficulty breathing.
We got back, changed and got ready for bed even though both of us knew that nether of us would be sleeping that night. I took this moment to hand Courtney the paper I had found. Although after I did I wasn't sure I should have. She started shaking again. Tears streaming down her face. Just looking at her hurt deeply. "It was all my fault!" She screamed through her tears. "He can't be gone!" She sobbed. "He can't." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I loved him." I wanted to say something. I wanted to say something that would make everything better. Make all this go away. But I couldn't.
A week later we all attended the funeral, we all shed tears, but, Courtney, who just stood in the corner never saying a word, just staring straight ahead. I saw out of the corner of my eyes a couple gesturing to her with less than kind looks, and a quiet hiss escaped my lips. Now this may sound cliché, but we buried him under a weeping willow, it seemed appropriate.
Through the next few days Courtney fell back into depression. She'd never smile; listen to music, or even talk. She would hand back blank tests and never take notes or study. All she'd do is sit on her bed and stare at nothing. I once found her crying, and clutching the skull he had given her. No one could snap her out of it. So I thought maybe what they said was true. 'Only time can heal a broken heart.'" I hoped, and whished, but, sadly I was wrong.
Now just like everything rumors were everywhere. 'Suicide' some said. 'Drunk' others thought, but only a select few knew the truth. 'Heartbreak'
It had been two years and Courtney was still not the same and getting worse. Most nights, I'd wake up to her screaming in her sleep. Others, she wouldn't sleep. I worried deeply about both her mental and physical health. Which is why I started panicking and calling the police when I came back to an empty room.
"She's about 5'4 with brown hair, onyx eyes, and a dark complexion." I said over the phone. It was 1:00am and she still hadn't come home or even called. "Honestly, no I don't think she's mentally stable." I told them, it pained me to say it but it was true.
Just then the door creaked open and I whipped around. "Courtney!" I yelled. "Cancel that." I said quickly into the phone, before rushing over to Courtney. "Court, Court, are you okay?" I asked.
She nodded. "I'm fine! Have a cow!" She said and stumbled to the bed lying down and clutching the pillow. Now this would have been okay, if it was her bed.
I walked over to her, "Court, that's my bed." I informed her.
She groaned and waved a hand in the air signaling me to go away. I sighed, and walked over to Courtney's bed. Sitting down I looked at her. She wasn't herself, although what was herself? I wasn't so sure anymore, but at least she was talking again.
The next morning she was gone again. I of course started to panic. I got up quickly, grabbing my coat and was about to rush out to find her when. I heard the toilet flush. I turned and the door opened, Courtney stumbled out, with a hand on her head, groaning. I shut the door, and she flinched. "Ugh, not so loud." She complained. "I have a migraine." She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. I nodded.
She sat down on her rightful bed this time and put her face in her hands. I walked up and sat next to her. "Courtney?" I started. She grunted in return. "What happened last night? Where did you go?"
"Why should you care!" She snapped whipping her head up to glare at me, but she soon realized that was a mistake, since she groaned in pain.
I cringed. "Court, your breath smells horrible!" I said pinching my nose.
"You're so uptight!" She spat.
"This coming from the queen of uptightness!" I snapped back.
"That was before..." She stopped herself, but I saw the pain flash across her face. "It's just, none of your business, okay?" She finished.
I sighed. "Courtney, it's been two years." I said placing a hand on her shoulder. She jerked away.
"I'm going out." She said simply, getting up and walking out.
I sat there staring at the door. "Oh, Courtney." I said in sympathy.
Another two months flew by, and every night Courtney would come back later and later, sometimes not at all. But every time she did, the smell of whiskey and beer on her was almost unbearable. She'd of course deny she had done anything of the sort but the slurred speech and the hangovers, kind of gave her away.
It was a Sunday exactly three years after Duncan's suicide. I got home late that day because my boss wanted me to work the night shift. I had just gotten back when I heard a quiet but distinct laughter. It was happy yet sad at the same time. And I broke into a run. I banged on the door. "Courtney!" I called. I heard the laughter again. "Courtney, what are you doing!" I was frantic now.
She giggled. "Going to see Duncan."
I gasped. "Courtney do not move!" I yelled, fumbling around in my purse trying to find my keys. When I did I jammed them into the lock. But I was too late. I froze as I heard the gunshot. "No," I slowly twisted the keys in the lock and heard the 'click' I carefully pushed the door open. Gasping, dropping anything and everything I was holding, my eyes started to tear.
There she was lying on the bed. Her lifeless body. I couldn't breath I couldn't feel anything. "Courtney?" I said through tears, hoping in vain that she may still be alive. I stepped closer. Her eyes were closed, her lips set into a content smile. I followed her hand dangling from the bed and saw the item that had killed two of my friends, and cursed it silently in my head. I then followed her other arm, and sighed. In her other hand was the skull. There was also the same picture from the island laid by her head. "Oh, Courtney. Why?"
The funeral was just like Duncan's. In fact we buried her right next to him, beneath that same willow. I stared at her now flower covered grave and sighed. Trent put his arm around me, in comfort. I smiled at him, but then frowned. "I don't understand." I whispered. "She still had so much life in her."
Trent looked at me smiling slightly. "Maybe she was more dead than we realized." He told me. I nodded. "You want a minute?" He asked. I nodded again. He gave me one last hug, before turning, and walking away. I watched him go, and sighed longingly.
I looked back, but was so surprised I stumbled back a few paces. Duncan peeked out from behind the willow like he was looking for something, then walked out into the open. He wasn't wearing his normal apparel. No, instead he was wearing all white, shirt and pants. Then he stopped and focused on something across the field, his gaze hard. I followed his stare, and had to take a few steps back again. Courtney walked out from behind the small house on the other side of the field, wearing an all white dress that came down to her ankles. I stared at them; both of their faces were blank, showing no emotion what so ever. Then Duncan gave his infamous smirk. I looked back over at Courtney who was smiling now too. Then they both broke into a run closing those few yards that separated them. Duncan picked Courtney up in a hug swinging her around a few times, before setting her down and pressing their noses together, both smiling contently. His arms were resting around her waist where they belonged, and Courtney's arms were wrapped perfectly around his neck. Then Courtney stood up on her tiptoes, pressing their lips together. I smiled feeling my eyes start to water again. Then I blinked and they were gone.
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"Are you ready?" Trent's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at him with slightly teary eyes, but wiped them away, and nodded. He smiled with sympathy at me, then turned back to the audience, as he started strumming the guitar.
Trent:
She put him out
Like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart
He spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night...
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
They found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said "I'll love her 'till I die"
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
Lalalalalalala, Lalalalalalala
Lalalalalalala, Lalalalalalala
Gwen:
The rumors flew
But nobody know how much she blamed herself
For years and years
She tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night...
Both:
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
Lalalalalalala, Lalalalalalala
Lalalalalalala, Lalalalalalala
Lalalalalalala, Lalalalalalala
Lalalalalalala, Lalalalalalala
Let the world stop turning,
Let the sun stop burning,
Let them tell me love's not worth going through.
If it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart,
The only dream that mattered had come true
...In this life I was loved by you.
~ by Bette Midler ~
Okay so I hope you enjoyed it and also hope you will concider reveiwing since this took me about 3 weeks to write and I had to listen to and watch the video about 80 times. Oh and I know I was vaugh about why Duncan comited suicide but it was sapposed to be like that let you minds wonder (That part was NOT baised on the video) so I hope you all had fun and thank you for your time I hope it didn't seem TOO rushed since I sort of felt it was but anyways thanks and see ya next time!