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"Uhhh… My head… What happened?"
Trent groaned, as he sat up from where he had fallen asleep the night prior. He winced as a sharp pain shot through his head, and rubbed his eyes, blinking away the spots that appeared in his vision.
Once his eyes were focused, they immediately widened when he saw what was incredibly close to him.
Courtney was leaning over him, her big onyx eyes on his figure, watching him intently. Her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were a little messy.
Trent quickly looked down at his body, fearing the worse, his eyes widening even further once he noticed his shirt was missing, and his chest was red and sticky. His hands flew to his hair, and he cringed as his fingers went through the numerous knots in his raven hair.
His shocked and panicky gaze returned to Courtney; who was sporting a confused expression as to why he was acting in a stranger than usual fashion.
"Y-y-you didn't!" He stuttered, shakily backing away from the brunette and covering up his chest as best he could, before his eyes widened and he cringed at the throbbing pain that shot through his head. He quickly clutched his head in his hands and winced. "…Ow!" He hissed.
Courtney stared at the musician blankly, before rolling her eyes and crossing her arms across her chest. She raised an eyebrow and watched as Trent began to sputter random words and stumbled off the couch and tripped over a table and came crashing to the floor.
Trent quickly stood up and pointed accusingly at Courtney, with wide eyes, and a scared expression.
"H-how could you just- invasion of privacy- I WASN'T EVEN AWAKE TO ENJOY IT!" He shouted, before his eyes widened even further and his hands flew to his mouth.
Courtney awkwardly stared at Trent, with equally widened eyes at his shocking outburst.
"I-I…mean…" Trent stammered, staring down at the floor as a blush spread across his face and he sheepishly played with his fingers. Courtney fought a smirk at his bashful behavior, and watched as he stumbled over his words.
"Oh relax, you prude." Courtney snorted, as the colour started to return to Trent's face. She sent him a snide grin and tucked some loose strands of hair behind her ear. "We didn't do anything."
Trent eyed Courtney skeptically, before crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes. "Then how come I'm half naked and all sticky? Huh?" He asked.
Courtney choked out a laugh, before covering her mouth and holding back hysterical laughter. Trent raised an eyebrow and stared at her oddly, only making the laughter bubbling on Courtney's lips louder.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh it's nothing. Nothing at all…" She giggled, before biting her lip to try and stop laughing.
"Tell me." Trent stated firmly, with a scowl.
"Psh, no." Courtney refused, rolling her eyes as she smirked.
"Telllll meeeeeee…" He droned, walking over to her and staring down into her eyes.
Courtney's face blanked for a second, before she giggled and bit her lip. "Nope, no way, it's way funnier for me if I don't."
Trent pouted, before smirking himself and lifting the unsuspecting Courtney over his shoulder earning a satisfying squeal.
"GAH! HEY! PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!" Courtney exclaimed, as she hit Trent's back to try and get him to let her go.
"Tell me and I wiiilll…" Trent said, in a sing songed voice.
"NO WAY!" She shouted.
"Alright then, suit yourself. I'll just go drop you outside in the snow…" Trent shrugged, before heading towards the front door.
Courtney's eyes widened and she screamed. She flailed excessively as Trent's smirk deepened.
"NO! NO! OKAY I'LL TELL YOU!" She shrieked.
Trent grinned, feeling accomplished, and set the scowling brunette down, resting his hands on her hips.
"Glad to have you see things my way." He smiled, as Courtney's scowl deepened.
"You suck." She muttered.
Trent rolled his eyes, before sighing. "Whatever. Now tell me!"
Courtney giggled and smiled foolishly, before clearing her throat and regaining composure.
"Okay, okay. You see, after the movie you decided to have some more wine, and you got a little out of hand…"
Trent's face blanked, and he rubbed the back of his neck. "H-how much is… a little?" He mumbled.
Courtney smiled shyly, and stared off to the distance as she recollected the events of the evening prior.
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"Trent… Trent… I think you've had enough!" Courtney said, as she worriedly eyed Trent. He was swaying slightly as he drank wine directly from the bottle, with dialated pupils that were clearly unfocused.
Trent placed the bottle on the counter, and sent Courtney an idiotic grin. Courtney shifted her weight, feeling uncomfortable at the current intoxicated state of her best friend. She knew Trent was never one able to hold his liquor, but… She'd never seen him this wasted before.
Trent lost his balance and staggered forward. Courtney quickly grabbed onto him and held him up so he wouldn't fall.
"Okay, Trent, could you… You're kind of- really heavy…" Courtney choked out, struggling to hold the musician up. Once she had him propped up, she cupped his face in her hands and examined his eyes.
Trent continued to smile stupidly, failing miserably when Courtney tried to get him to follow her hand with his eyes. Courtney sighed, and let go of his face; but she was shocked when he cupped hers and stared at her with wide adoring eyes.
"Oh…oh m-my FREAKING goodness… I did NOT notice that! That…your eyes… They're like…like… I dunno, it's just like…" Trent stammered, drunkenly as he fished around his brain to try and find the word he was looking for to describe Courtney's eyes. Courtney stared at Trent awkwardly, as he burst out into a giggling fit.
Trent's eyes slowly widened, and he gasped. He brought Courtney's face closer to his, and his idiotic grin widened as well.
"YOU! YOU HAVE FRECKLES!" He stated loudly.
"Um…yes Trent… I have freckles…" Courtney replied, hesitantly, blinking a few times. Half of her was really starting to feel uncomfortable at Trent's drunken stupor, and the close proximately of his body. But the other half couldn't help but like it.
"D'awwww Corney, you're just so cute. Your little freckles are just so… cute!" Trent laughed, earning an eye roll from Courtney at the mispronunciation of her name, despite the small blush on her cheeks. She pushed him away and scoffed.
"Trent, stop it."
"Why?" He pouted, crossing his arms childishly; which Courtney did admit, made him look adorable.
"Because," she sighed, "you're incredibly wasted and despite how unbelievably easy this would be, it's wrong. I can't do that to you…"
Trent tilted his head to the side in confusion, as his eyebrows furrowed. He blinked, before walking over to her and staring down into her slightly narrowed onyx eyes.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because I lo- I mean… Um, I respect you…" Courtney corrected, feeling a blush coming on. She knew it didn't really matter, because Trent was so hammered he wouldn't even remember what she said, but she still felt quite embarrassed. She bit her lip. "And um, yeah. I also can't just have sex with you while your drunk!"
"Why?"
Courtney's face crinkled into annoyance, and her eyes narrowed further, as she sighed irritatedly.
"Because! I just… can't, okay!"
"Whyyyyyy?" Trent drawled, as his unfocused eyes roamed Courtney's body. He attempted to smirk, although his facial muscles didn't comply with the request, and ended up forming a lopsided smile as he placed his hands on Courtney's waist. He started to run his hands up and down her sides, as her face flushed.
"I-I… I… just told you!" She sputtered, biting her lip to suppress the moan on the verge of escaping her lips due to Trent's touch.
"Why?" Trent murmured, starting to nip at her neck, in addition to his traveling hands.
Courtney's eyes fluttered close and she started to relax into his touch, before her eyes shot open and she pushed Trent away. Despite how much she wanted to give in, and how much it would help her plans, she couldn't do it. She couldn't take advantage of Trent.
"Ugh, would you stop asking that! You're acting like a six year old! An incredibly cute and wasted six year old!" Courtney grumbled, trying to pull Trent off of her. Once she had gotten him at arms length, she sighed in relief.
"Meanie." Trent pouted, crossing his arms and turning away. Courtney rolled her eyes, as Trent's pupils began to widen and a smile formed on his lips. He started to hum some kind of show tune, albeit, quite off key, and took off his shirt.
Courtney's eyes widened at his odd notion, before she started giggling as he started to dance. What made it even funnier, was that he was now pretty much yelling random notes, and dancing awkwardly because his balance was thrown off due to his level of intoxication.
"Oh this is just too much…" She chortled, biting her lip and smirking simultaneously. She pulled her PDA out of her pocket and clicked record. She zoomed in as Trent grabbed the nearby wine bottle, and started to sing loudly into it.
"DA NA NA NA! NA NA NAAAA! DA DA DA DA DA DAAAAAA!" He shouted, before dumping the remaining contents of the bottle on himself, and passing out.
Courtney blinked, before turning off her PDA and putting it back into her pocket. She walked over to Trent, and knelt down beside him. She poked his bare shoulder, before grabbing him by his arms and dragging him over to the couch. She grunted as she lifted him onto it, and couldn't help but smile at him as he snuggled into the sofa. Courtney walked into the kitchen and grabbed a tea towel, before walking back over to Trent and wiping away as much of the wine he poured on himself she could.
She tossed the towel into the kitchen, before heading down the hall towards the linen closet. She fished through the closet to try and find an acceptable blanket. Her expression softened, and she could feel her eyes start to water slightly and her heart rate start to speed up.
Courtney pulled out a crudely knit blanket, with a few holes. It had the words 'Friends Forever' knitted into it with red yarn, while the rest of it was pink. The wool was worn, and it looked like it had been used quite often.
"I can't believe he still… has this…" She muttered to herself, a smile tugging on the corners of her lips.
Courtney remembered when she gave that to Trent on his twelfth birthday. The look on his face was…less than ecstatic, but he still smiled and thanked her profusely. She also remembered how long she worked on that blanket; she recalled numerous all nighters and frustrating nights when she couldn't knit it right. She wasn't happy with the outcome, but it would do, she thought.
Courtney smiled as she put the blanket back, and grabbed a different one. She walked over to Trent, and tucked him in.
"Goodnight, Trent." She whispered, before walking over to the reclining chair, and trying to get as comfortable as she could, before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
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"Whoa…well that explains a lot…" Trent remarked, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. He sent Courtney an apologetic glance, and sighed. "Sorry I put you through that…"
Courtney smiled softly, and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. "Heh, no problem." She replied, as Trent smiled back. Courtney pointed towards the hallway, and placed her other hand on her hip. "Now go have a shower and get ready for work."
Trent's eyes widened as he gasped and placed a hand on his forehead, before he winced at the pain it brought him.
"Okay, ow… Aw crap! I forgot I had work! Ugh, I need an aspirin…" He groaned.
Courtney went into the kitchen, and pulled out a bottle of Advil out of the cupboard. She poured him a glass of water, and then handed them both to Trent.
"Alright, here. Take these, then go have a shower." She instructed. Courtney nodded towards the living room. "I'll straighten up."
Trent grinned, and ran a few fingers through his messy hair. "Thanks Court, where would I be without you?" He said, genuinely.
"How about dreadfully lost, and late for work?" Courtney smirked, before grabbing onto Trent's shoulders and spinning him around. She started to push him towards the hall, as he rolled his eyes; a smile still lingering on his lips.
"Now go!"
"Okay, okay!" He chuckled, heading towards the washroom.
Courtney giggled, before sighing and beginning to clean the room. She couldn't stop thinking about last night, and how she left out how when she kissed him goodnight, he kissed back and said 'I love you' when she told Trent what happened.
She knew he was hammered, and probably didn't mean it. But Courtney couldn't help but feel the butterflies that erupted in her stomach after hearing those three simple words, which she doubted that she would ever hear from the musician again.
Courtney's eyes widened, and a small smirk appeared upon her lips.
Unless…she stepped up her methods to try and initiate her plan.
And Courtney was a master planner…
"Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!" Trent mumbled, as he hurriedly brushed his wet hair and tried to make it as neat as possible. Once he was satisfied with how it looked, he nodded at his reflection before hopping down the hall on one foot while he tried to shove his other foot into his shoe. Once he arrived in the living room, Trent tied his shoes. He frantically searched for his briefcase, as his unbuttoned shirt and untied tie swung loosely around his torso.
"Looking…for this?" He heard a voice call. Trent's head shot up, and his eyes widened when they landed on Courtney. She was smirking at him, with one foot propped up on the briefcase.
"U-uh… yeah…?" Trent replied, although, it came out more like a question.
Courtney stepped over the briefcase and started to walk over to Trent as he stood up; his eyebrows rose and his eyes still slightly wide. She grabbed him by his collar and started to lead him towards a chair at the nearby dining room table. She sat him down, as he shifted his weight uneasily. Courtney crouched down, and grasped the hem of his shirt. She slowly started to button up his shirt, as Trent stared down at her awkwardly.
"Uhm…what are you doing?" He asked, struggling to keep his tone of voice even.
Courtney looked up, as she continued to button up his shirt. "You poor thing, your head must be banging from all the wine you had last night! I'm just helping you, so you don't strain yourself." She cooed. Trent eyed her oddly; he'd never in his whole life had seen her act this…nice.
Courtney moved onto tying Trent's tie in a perfect knot (CIT training 101, of course) and smirking as his face began to turn slightly red. Trent cleared his throat.
"Thanks Court, but, uh, I really should be going." He said, awkwardly. He tried to stand up, but Courtney shoved him back down by his shoulders. He rose an eyebrow, and eyed her up and down.
"Why so soon…?" She pouted, walking behind him and beginning to massage his shoulders.
"Uh…because I have to work?" He replied, trying his hardest not to melt into her touch.
Courtney ignored his response, as she started to work on his shoulder blades, which Trent admitted, felt even more amazing than what she was doing before.
"Ooh, you're so tense…" She commented, idly. She found it weird having that sentence roll off her tongue, considering it was one that she got told countless times.
"…More like scared." He responded, awkwardly.
Courtney rolled her eyes, and sighed. "You sure you have to go to work?"
"Yes Courtney, I have important business to do at the loan office. And I can't be late."
Courtney's smirk widened a bit, as she leaned over his shoulder.
"Oh no one will care, or notice, trust me. No offense, but I work in a way more important profession, and no one cares if you're late!" She lied through her teeth. Trent rolled his eyes as Courtney stopped rubbing his shoulders and bent down in front of him so she was staring directly into his eyes; a playful smirk still on her lips. She grabbed his tie and began to pull him towards her. Trent's eyes widened as Courtney's lips came closer, and closer to meeting his.
"Courtney… C-Court… Courtney-" Trent stuttered, before Courtney pressed her lips against his. They both closed their eyes, until Trent's shot open and he pushed her away. Courtney sat down on his lap, and started to trail kisses up and down his neck.
Courtney paused, and smirked as she started to nip at his jaw line, while tracing random patterns with her pointer finger on his chest.
"Come on, Trent…let's fool around…and maybe more…" She whispered, huskily.
"Courtney, no. I still haven't made up my mind about all of this yet." Trent said. He pushed Courtney off of him, and smoothed out his clothes as he stood up. He picked up his briefcase and headed towards the door. Trent grabbed his blazer and slid his arms into it, and pursed his lips and nodded to the scowling brunette.
"I guess I'll see you later…? Uhm, bye…" He called, before left without another word.
"GRAH!" Courtney's scowl deepened, before she punched a nearby wall with incredible forced. She clutched her throbbing hand and bit her lip as her eyes narrowed.
"Dammit…" She grumbled. "Looks like I'm going to have to kick things up a notch…"
Courtney walked over to the kitchen island and grabbed her purse, and grabbing her make up bag to use later.
It's time for Plan B.
Whew! Finally finished this chapter! And it's updated way sooner than I thought it would be, and I actually thought it wasn't too bad. Although the flashback is incredibly fluffy- sorry for that…
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