Second Chance

Cereal-Killa

Duncan/Courtney

Humor/Romance

Published 10-10-11

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summary: So a car alarm is going off as steam pours out from the obviously broken engine, siren's are starting to go off in the distance, I've broken my ankle and a hot almost dead guy is laying next to me. Awesome. Duncan/Courtney humor multi-chapter.


One


Me, Shitty Day's, and the not-so-maimed Dude


Sometimes you just have to face the facts and realize that your day has gone to shit.

I didn't like to admit that much (you know, because of the pride thing and everything) and found myself in that state where all you can say is "Everything is going to be okay" repeatedly, the only way left for me to keep a cool and level head.

Anyway, Tuesday was one of those days.

First off, I accidentally got toothpaste on my shirt when I woke up late this morning. My hot pocket had exploded in the teacher's lounge microwave so I was now banned from using it ever again. And I roller skated into an extra large order of chili cheese dogs today at my job at Suzie's Burger joint.

Yes, I know, I should have just been able to brush it off and just say 'Fuck Tuesday's', but I'm Courtney, I can't just say that. I instead have to talk to myself about it. You know, since I only have like two and a half friends total.

"My life… shit… hate pimples… need to buy tampons…" You know, normal teenage complaints to one's self. It's dark outside since I worked late as hell and just got out at nine. The air is cold but since I'm just so mother fucking lucky today I forgot to bring any type of jacket with me.

Yeah, you're probably wondering why the hell I was walking home and not driving my car, like most normal angst-filled teens do. I'm wondering that too. My dad is a bit of an ass hat like that. You can't have a car when your dad takes away your keys every time you get an A-. I could understand, though. Not getting a perfect grade made me ashamed too.

Oh, I guess now is the time to complain about my life and how my parents never paid any attention to me and- "Whoa!" Some jerk in his car swept a little too close to the curb, knocking my ass over and just putting the finishing touches on my new 'worst day of my life' theory. "Thanks, jackass!" I yelled, trying to hide my stupid tears. "Just made my damn day!" It all kind of gets that 'what goes around, comes around' feel though when the douche bag Porsche hits a pole at the end of the street, starting off the car alarm and making me zip my lips and turn the other way.

Yeah, I was gonna just leave him! Serves him right. Okay, on any other day, I probably would have been more concerned and acted like an actual correct minded citizen, but like I said, I felt like shit and really didn't feel like dealing with anything that night. Of course, it didn't matter what I wanted because next I tripped over some weird lump in the middle of the sidewalk and landed in a puddle of mud. Great day, right? Practically ran over by a car and then an epic fail of a fall. FML.

Then I notice the thing I tripped on was a freaking body. Double FML!

It's some guy who is like, and I'm not joking, crushed to the ground. He's gotta be dead- there's no way he could survive what I supposed was that car fucking maiming his ass. He's got a pierced face and black and green hair. He's also pretty tall looking even laying on the ground like that. How the hell did the car miss him? I'd be able to spot him in a dense crowd easily. Anyway, dude's gotta be dead.

After spending like, thirty seconds contemplating the dead body, I realize I've spent thirty seconds contemplating a dead body and am utterly disgusted with myself. Not because he's dead, though, nope, because for a moment, I was considering how hot this guy was.

But then, I realize something- that probably wasn't the car that pushed me out of the way before. It must have been maimed guy (that's the name I have bestowed him at this point) who pushed me and took the hit from the car.

The girly part of me foams at the mouth but the rest of me rolls my eyes at what a dumbass this dude is.

I try to get up from the fall and realize that, well, there is no getting up- my ankle is twisted and there will be no getting past that anytime soon. So a car alarm is going off as steam pours out from the obviously broken engine, siren's are starting to go off in the distance, I've broken my ankle and a hot almost dead guy is laying next to me. Awesome.

As soon as the paramedics show up, I want to follow maimed guy's lead and play dead. Of course, I don't think they would find it very funny if I yelled 'Boo!' once in the ambulance and tried to laugh it all off.

They ask me questions, but I know exactly what to say in this situation.

"I won't answer any questions," I say nervously, and say the words that will, for the rest of my life, become a chant. "I want my lawyer."

Maimed guy and I went to the hospital, and in the middle of the ride, I learn he's not dead. I'm relived, but only later would I realize how much simpler the next few months would have been if maimed dude had just stayed, well… maimed.


LOL new story bruh! WAY SHORT AS HELL THOUGH.

This is kinda a mini-series that I'm doing, don't know when I will update. Kind of an on the side thingy. Thanks to for the idea and challenge!

AND DEAR LORD, guys. Stay calm. The Duncan/Courtney is coming soon, jeez. Be glad I'm doing something else than "All The Small Things". And I should be studying for my Pre-ACT and all that jazz but instead I'll write some more fanfiction *foams at mouth*

If you could please drop a review, please, and also, tell me what you think about the fourth season of Total Drama. Just go on wikipedia, it's got something on it, and how it won't come out until 2013! Oh, the fuckery!

And also a huge thanks to all those people who have stuck with me and my shit updating. You guys are awesome. :) *huggles*