This is a Jason/courtney sorta thing, In it Jason is a senior in
highschool, and courtney is a sophmore. it is obviously set to the song
"(Everything I Do) I do it For You" by Bryan Adams
Courtney sat on the steps of the school, waiting for that bell to ring. She was so sick of this routine, she walks in the
door, drags herself to class, leaves just to get yelled at by her brother and slapped around by her boyfriend. She
hated so much that last part. A.J. swore that the first time was the last and that he was sorry, then he swore that the
next time was the last and he was sorry. But now, it happened every day. He called her a little slut, saying she was
cheating on him, when he knew good and well she would never do that. A tear glazed a trail on her cheek as she felt
the lump on her head. The bell rang snapping her out of her thoughts. She stood up grabbing her bag and walking
to class. She wished she had someone to protect her from A.J.
Jason Rode his motercycle in the city, skipping yet another day of school. He thought of his friend Sonny. They'd
partyed pretty hard last night. He was still suffering a slight hangover. Why'd he do this crap? He didn't enjoy it
In fact, He hated it. He wanted to escape it all. He can't though, all this stuff has become an addiction,
the booze, the drugs, all of it. He stopped on a moutain over-looking the town. this was his favortie
place in the world. He reached in the bikes saddle-bags and pulled out a bottle of beer. He finished in
no time and threw the empty bottle. This had to stop. It really HAD to.
Courtney sat on the steps of the school, waiting for that bell to ring. She was so sick of this routine, she walks in the
door, drags herself to class, leaves just to get yelled at by her brother and slapped around by her boyfriend. She
hated so much that last part. A.J. swore that the first time was the last and that he was sorry, then he swore that the
next time was the last and he was sorry. But now, it happened every day. He called her a little slut, saying she was
cheating on him, when he knew good and well she would never do that. A tear glazed a trail on her cheek as she felt
the lump on her head. The bell rang snapping her out of her thoughts. She stood up grabbing her bag and walking
to class. She wished she had someone to protect her from A.J.
Jason Rode his motercycle in the city, skipping yet another day of school. He thought of his friend Sonny. They'd
partyed pretty hard last night. He was still suffering a slight hangover. Why'd he do this crap? He didn't enjoy it
In fact, He hated it. He wanted to escape it all. He can't though, all this stuff has become an addiction,
the booze, the drugs, all of it. He stopped on a moutain over-looking the town. this was his favortie
place in the world. He reached in the bikes saddle-bags and pulled out a bottle of beer. He finished in
no time and threw the empty bottle. This had to stop. It really HAD to.