I had lots of fun writing this first chapter. some of it may seem odd right now, but it'll all snap into place later. this is just kinda an intro to the major characters in the story. Enjoy!!!

Courtney Kinsella sat across from Trent DiAngelo in Silvio's Italian Restaurant. The room was dimly lit, and Mozart's "Andante" was playing softly on the piano in the back corner. "I'm really glad I came Trent, this was really nice." Courtney said sipping the last few drops of her coffee. Her caramel brown hair was hanging neatly curled at her shoulders. Trent was figuring out how much he had to leave the waiter for a tip. "Yeah, I had a good time." Trent said, while talking out his wallet and then placing eight singles on the table. He looked up at her, and smiled. "I guess we should get going then." It seemed like he was in such a hurry. Trent stood up. Courtney glanced at her watch, it was eight o'clock pm.

"Yeah, it is getting sorta late." Courtney replied, as she put on her Burberry, striped trench coat. The two walked out of the restaurant side by side and stopped in front of the entrance, facing each other.

"Well, Courtney, it was a pleasure meeting you." Trent said, holding out his hand. A handshake instead of a peck on the cheek or even a hug? Courtney thought, and she reached out her hand too, sort of confused.

"Same here." She replied, smiling lightly, even though it was a lame gesture for a date.

"So, uh, good-bye, Courtney. I guess I'll talk to you later." Trent said turning away. Courtney smiled even brighter. Courtney was just so thrilled, she didn't even sense the awkwardness of the whole thing. He was going to talk to her later, this was great.

"Okay, bye!" Courtney said, waving at his turned back. Courtney herself turned to walk in the opposite direction to get to her car. She pulled out her phone, beaming with joy. "Hey Bridge? It's Courtney. I have so much to tell you..."

Eight o'clock on a Friday night always brought the most customers to The Onyx Bar & Grille. Duncan sighed as he stared at the pile of bills in front of him on his desk in his office at the back of the bar. Loud music thundered thudded throughout, and he was having a difficulty concentrating. Through his blurred out office windows, he could see colorful silhouettes of the customers sitting at small tables and at the bar. Owning a bar or basically, a club was not easy to do, especially on the weekends. The weekdays, he could handle, but weekends? That's just what happens when you own just about the most popular club around New York City. He thumbed through the what seemed to be endless envelopes of bills and then stopped. It was so hard to concentrate in this environment. He would just hold off the bills until Sunday when things were a little quieter. Or maybe he could just trick his roommate, Trent, into doing them again. There was a knock at Duncan's office door. "Yeah?!" Duncan shouted over the music. The door opened. One of his waitresses stepped in. The young dirty blond one with the brown eyes. What was her name again? "Hey, Duncan," the girl, said, totally flirting. What was her name?

"Oh, hey..." Duncan replied. Alissa! It was Alissa! "Alissa?" She smiled, he got her name right.

"I had a lot of fun last weekend at that party you took me to, we should totally do that again sometime." Alissa said, moving closer. Oh shit, thought Duncan. He didn't even like her that much, he just kinda took her because he couldn't find anyone else to bring, and he couldn't show up to one of Geoff's parties alone. And she was the hottest waitresses in his club.

"Uh, yeah, about that, well, I really don't see any future for us, Babe. Sorry." Duncan replied, he winced, preparing for the reaction.

"Oh," Alissa said, she seemed a little crushed. He was just waiting for some waterworks, or maybe just bitching. It depended on the girl usually, but he didn't know Alissa well enough to predict. "So, you make me think that you're interested in me by taking me out and making out and stuff, when actually you never really liked me?" She was now looking a little angry. He wanted to say yes, but he didn't want to loose an employee over something like this. He ran his hand through his green mowhawk.

"Well, I wouldn't put it like that. I did like you at first, but not in quite that way anymore." Duncan replied. Actually, come to think of it he wasn't sure if he liked her that much to start off with.

"Whatever, fine. I'll find somebody else. Somebody who actually cares about my feelings and doesn't use me!" Alissa turned around and stepped out, slamming the door behind her.

"Okay, then." Duncan said, sitting back into his chair.

The line at the supermarket wasn't very long. And Heather only had a few items. Bananas, low-fat milk, whole wheat bread, eggs. She sighed in annoyance as some old lady two people ahead slowly counted out 99 cents in change. She stared at her watch. She was supposed to have called her on/off boyfriend Trent over an hour ago. Oh well. Heather groaned. The guy standing in front of her turned around. He looked at her and smiled. Heather's heart nearly melted at the sight of him. He had stunning blue eyes, gorgeous dark brown hair, a wonderful physique, and a dazzling smile. He could be a model. Heather needless to say was speechless. Her dirty mouth kept silent. "You wanna cut in front of me?" Justin asked motioning her to move ahead of him.

"Uh, n-no, no, that's okay." Heather replied.

"Please, I insist, I have much more than you do." he held up his basked full of food.

"Well, alright." Heather moved forward, and smiled at him. "Thanks." Did Heather just say thanks? She surprised herself by her words. It was probably the nicest thing to slip out of her mouth in months. "I'm Heather, by the way," she stated. The beautiful man smiled even brighter.

"Justin." He said. Heather got lost into his gorgeous blue eyes that she didn't even notice it was her turn in line.

"Miss, Miss? It's your turn, hello?" the lady at the counter went on.

"Um, Heather? It's your turn." Justin laughed. Heather came out of her trance.

"Oh! How silly of me." She said moving up and placing her things on the counter to be scanned.

"Your total is $12.87" The lady said, and Heather took out a twenty. As the lady gave Heather her change back, and her receipt, Heather looked back to Justin, stepping away from the counter with her bag off groceries in one hand.

"So, what is it that you do for a living, Justin?" She had to know if he was a model, he had to be, and she was usually right.

"I'm a model." Justin said. Heather smiled, and flipped her raven colored hair.

"I knew it! Mother was right, I'm always right!" Heather laughed. Justin scanned his credit card, and the lady gave him his receipt. The walked outside of the market together. "You know, I've been dying to get into the modeling agency. I think I would be terrific."

"Actually, I think you truly would." Justin replied. Heather blushed. Was she seriously blushing over a guy? She NEVER did that.

"Thanks." there she went with that thanks again. This would definitely give her an excuse to be nasty for the rest of the year without apology.

"You know, I could always set you up. Here's my card. Why don't you give me a call sometime?" Justin asked, handing her a card from his leather jacket pocket. Heather couldn't believe all of this, sure she knew she was destined to be with the perfect guy, but he...he was SO perfect.

"Yeah, like maybe we can discuss it over dinner or a lunch or-"

"Easy there, Heather. I can't be a date thing, you see, I'm married." Justin said, guiltily. He was married? Heather stood there with her mouth hung open.

A Walk To Remember was playing on AMC, and Bridgette Brandon was sitting on the sofa in her apartment watching it quietly. Suddenly, her boyfriend of seven years Geoff Clapp came through the door with a six pack of beer under his arm. "Hey, Baby!" he yelled as he walked up to her and kissed her on the lips. Bridgette watched as the two lead characters in the movie walked down the aisle on their wedding day, and she sighed. Geoff looked at the TV screen and knew exactly what the problem was. "Geoff, why don't you wanna marry me?" Bridgette asked. Geoff knew this was coming...again.

"Bridge, it's not that I don't want to marry you, it's just that, I don't really believe in marriage." Geoff said.

"Well, Geoff, I think that's just a little ridiculous. I mean, we've been going out for what, seven years now? Most people who love each other would be married now. I love you, Geoff. Don't you love me?" Bridgette was upset. Geoff hated it when she was upset. But to be honest, he wasn't ready for marriage. He didn't want to be with anyone else but Bridgette, but he feared that if he got married he wouldn't be as loose and outgoing as he always has been.

"Bridgette, of course I love you, why would you even ask something like that? You're my girl!" Geoff wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her into a hug. Maybe she would let this slip just one last time, but next time, enough would be enough. Either he was going to marry her, or he was just going to have to let her go.

This was just kinda an intro. As i get more into the story you'll see more of the characters from TDI i promise. Please review! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!! :)