Sarah: Whats completely predictable and very random??

Auroa: Your new stories.

Sarah: Correctamundo!

Adrianna: Whats this one about?

Sarah: Duncan and Courtney

Auroa: Aren't they all?

Sarah: Yes!

Adrianna: Go DxC!

Auora: I like DxG

Sarah and Adrianna: *gasp* How dare you! *begins chasing her*

Auora: *shreaks and starts running* Sarah does not own TDI or the movie 12 Rounds!!!!

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Two more months.

Two more months until fresh air. Two more months until edible food. Two more months until freedom.

And two more months until I can talk to Courtney again.

My name is Duncan Logan. A little while back, I got into a car accident. I was driving back from my friend Geoff's party, and I wasn't completely sober. I ran a red light and collided headfirst with a white 2006 Allero. I made it out okay, and since I had a record, they gave me some good old fashioned hard time. I have no idea what happened to the person in the other car. I asked, but no one ever told me.

So now I'm stuck here in jail. And let me tell you, it sucks. The food is nasty, we have to work all day, and worst of all, I have the biggest dick for a cell mate. Marcus Brody. Man, that guy creases me. I'm just glad I don't have to deal with him for much longer.

It was about eight o'clock and I had just finished my lunchroom duty. I was being led back to my cell by Luke, a semi-British man no more then six years older than me. We reached my cell and I looked at him and smirked. "Wanna come in for tea?" I teased.

"Shut up, Logan, and get in!" he said in his European accent as he pushed me through the door. He locked my cell door and left. My cell was a normal jail cell, a bunk bed on the east and west wall, only a very small window near the ceiling giving off a sliver of light, and walls and floors made completely out of concrete. They weren't exactly dedicated readers to a home décor magazine.

I went to my bed on the bottom bunk and laid low, starring up ahead. On the bottom of the top bunk, was a piece of plane, white paper. I removed the piece of paper to reveal a picture of the most beautiful girl in the world. Courtney.

Hey, don't think I've gone soft or anything. You see, when your locked in this hell hole for six months, you get a little lonely. On my first month here, I kinda pissed off the guards so they haven't let me get one call out or any visitors. So yea, I miss her.

Her soft, tan skin. Her big brown eyes. Her mocha colored hair. The way she yells at me whenever I do something stupid but then makes out with me for the same reason later. Damn, being in an all male jail takes it's tole on a guy.

Courtney and I have been dating since we were on this reality show, Total Drama Island. I haven't seen her since though. We live about five hours apart, and I don't have enough money for a plane ticket. She offered to come see me, but she's busy trying to make a life for herself so I refused.

I smirked to myself. Some people get tougher after jail time, but I guess I'm that one oddball who actually gets a little bit nicer. But JUST a little.

I heard footsteps walking towards my cell and I quickly put the blank piece of paper back over the picture. The footsteps were followed by a screeching metal sound. I looked up to see that my 'lovely' cell mate had been escorted back. Yipee.

Marcus had shaggy brown hair that covered his eyes and had dark green eyes. He glared at me as he entered the cell. After the guard had started walking down the hallway I spoke.

"Welcome back, darling." I said sarcastically.

"Day dreaming again, are we Duncan?" he sneered.

"Just enjoying the view of my personal ceiling."

"Why do you have a blank piece of paper there anyways?"

"There was a hole in the bunk and I was getting tired of bugs falling on me at night." I shrugged. The door to my cell was opened yet again, but this time a rather large, balding man in a dark blue uniform was standing there.

"Logan, it's time for your community service."

"Oh, hey Carl. Hows the wife?"

"Shut up you lousy delinquent and come on." he said.

"Aw, still as grumpy as ever I see." I said following Carl out the door. I followed him back down the long hallway that I had just went down. I bet you all are wondering, why do I hide my picture of Courtney? Well, its just common sense really. I've been involved with people like Marcus enough to know not to trust him. If you do something bad, and they find a picture of your friends or family, they will get revenge, and more than likely, use them to do it. And I am not taking that risk with Courtney...

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Marcus sat quietly and listened. He waited until he was for sure that Duncan had exited the building before going over to his bunk. He layed on his back and looked up at the paper.

"Hmm... I wonder."

He lifted his hand and removed the piece of paper. Underneath was a picture of a girl, around his age, sitting on a beach smiling at the camera. Marcus smiled to himself.

"Oh.. this will be useful in the future."

He placed the paper back the way it was and went to lay on his bed.

"This is going to be fun."

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Sarah: Okay, how ya like the new story? I kno its only a prologue but trust me on this one kay?

Adrianna: You say that about every story.

Auora: And then you never finish them.

Sarah: Hush! Anyways, I bet most of you wish I would update and quit making new shit, but I cant help it. Writers block sucks! Review and Adrianna will give you a cookie!

Adrianna: Tis true, I will.

All: Byez!