Message from the Author
First time publishing a story on this site! Woo! Anyways this story might get a little complicated. The end pairings may change seeing as I like both Gwen and Courtney and think they both go well with Duncan. However at the moment I am DxC fan. I fell in love with this couple in TDI and thought Gwen and Trent were perfection. So as of this moment the pairings will be DxC and TxG, there will also be some crack pairings which I'll let you discover on your own. Sorry if this upsets anyone!
Courtney wearily plopped down on one of the stiff wooden chairs in her favorite café. Scanning the menu quickly she surveyed the surrounding area as she impatiently waited for someone to take her order her foot tapping loudly against the tiled floor. She angrily shoved a stubborn strand of brown hair behind her ear when a voice startled her out of her thoughts.
"Courtney?" A tall broad-shouldered teen stood in front of her table, his clothing disheveled, his black hair contrasting with his brilliant green eyes. A large smile bloomed across his tanned face as he regarded her. "I knew it was you! How have you been?"
"Oh um hey Trent, I've been good I guess." Her hazel eyes critically looked him over, she hardly ever ran into one of the other former contestants from TDI. Unsure of if he had heard the news of Duncan and Gwen she decided to proceed carefully. "Did you watch last season's episodes?"
"Oh yeah of course." His smile became more forced. "So. Duncan and Gwen huh?"
"Yeah." The smile vanished from her face as she abandoned all attempts at feigning being okay. A tight, emotionless mask settled across her features.
Silence and tension filled the air for a moment as Courtney attempted to reign in her emotions and Trent struggled to find the right words to say. They regarded each other silently both aware that the other was hiding feelings and both reluctant to acknowledge that fact.
Trent finally broke the silence "If you ever need to talk, you I'm willing to listen right? I know we weren't close or anything but what they did…." He seemed to struggle for a moment "what they did was a little harsh. Even someone like you would be hurt by that." Offering a wry smile he looked up, rather apprehensive as to whether or not she'd give him one of her trademark Courtney tantrums.
"I... appreciate the offer. However what that Neanderthal and Gwen do is their own business and no longer affects me what so ever. If you'll excuse me, I'm late for a meeting." Abruptly she stood and briskly stalked out of the restaurant without having ordered anything, valiantly and unsuccessfully trying to fight down her the rage that was boiling within her. A loud crash startled all the customers as Courtney viciously kicked a trashcan over before hurriedly righting it and picking up the trash.
Trent stood and watched her go, as soon as she was done apologizing to and then arguing with owner of said trashcan the pretty brunette stalked off before her shoulders slumped and he watched as the pouring rain blurred the outline of her figure. He wondered if he was the only one who noticed that her shoulders shook slightly. Sighing he picked up his guitar.
"Trent, man you ready to play?" The café's manager, Finn, called out.
"Yeah dude gives me a sec." Slinging the strap of his guitar over his shoulder he sprinted to the stage to set up for his first performance.
Meanwhile…..
Gwen wiped her paint covered hands on her black jeans and pulled her hood down lower to protect her face from the bitter wind. The rain pelted her relentlessly as she quickly crossed the street before ducking into the Chestnut Tree Café. Scurrying inside she felt her phone vibrate in her jean pocket. Too busy fumbling around in her pocket before plucking her phone out, she didn't notice the dark-haired teen crooning into the microphone. Taking a seat towards the back after pushing through the throngs of people she scanned the text on her phone. The Goth's eyes narrowed and her lips thinned as she quickly read her newest message.
Babe, I hve to cancel our date. Cant talk. sorry. Love you
Sighing she rested her head on her hand not bothering to respond. This was the third date Duncan had canceled. Finally her eyes drifted to the stage however the mass of people blocked her view. The song lyrics made her heart ache a little.
"I don't want to love you now if you'll just leave someday
I don't want to turn around if you'll just walk away
Baby you and me got lost somewhere
We can't move on
We can't stay here
Maybe you and me have had enough
Maybe we aren't meant for thins love"
The singer had a beautiful voice, deep and rich, he seemed as though he meant every single word he sang, like it was all the words were part of his soul. Eyes narrowing Gwen realized she recognized that voice. With a sinking feeling she stood and gazed up at the stage. Her normally pale face paled even further as her brown eyes took in Trent perched on an old wooden stool, strumming on his guitar, his eyes closed. His face and posture were relaxed and a small smile was on his face. He opened his eyes and there was so much sadness in them, he closed them once again as he sang the next verse his voice a little louder than before.
"Take my hand
And I will lead you through the broken promise land
Yes I can, oh yes I can
I can be there when you need it
I'll give it all 'til you can't feel it anymore"
Her heart stuttered in her chest as a mixture of emotions flashed across her face ranging from despair to doubt to panic. Shoving her way through the crowd of people she was so close to the exit when she stumbled and fell. Scrambling back up quickly she chanced a peek at the stage to find Trent's gorgeous green eyes fluttering open. He flashed a smile at the crowd and then his eyes met her, recognition and surprise flickered across his face. Panic welled up inside her and she shoved her way out to the street as Trent stumbled over the words to the lyrics.
Somewhere across town…..
Duncan slouched against the brick wall his head bobbing to the music blasting from his headphones. The awning above him blocked most of the rain and he didn't really feel like moving from the spot. A bruise bloomed across his jaw line and his blue eyes were hard and steely as he glared at his surroundings. He checked his phone to see if he had a message from Gwen. Nope. She was probably pissed. Hell he knew Courtney would have been raving and foaming at the mouth if he'd ever dared to cancel on her. Gwen just took it all in a stride hardly ever showing emotion. Courtney was always letting her emotions control her. Particularly her anger…. But she could also be so passionate… Quickly he dispelled those thoughts from his head. All it ever did was give him a headache. A yellow mini cooper stopped in front of him as the light turned red. Something about the car seemed familiar. His eyes slide to the driver's seat. It was clearly a female and at the moment she was facing the opposite direction. His eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the driver skeptically. Nah, he thought to himself, no way in hell its Courtney. What would she be doing on this side of town?
He relaxed and continued eyeing the driver curiously; almost as if she could sense him staring she stiffened and turned, glancing in his brown hair softly framed a slightly tanned face as deep brown eyes flecked with gold and green gazed at him in surprise and hurt before her facial expression went blank. Before he could blink the light turned green and she was gone a trail of dust left behind as she sped away. He stood there for moment stunned and stared after her.
Shit it was princess.
