Hahahaha I hope you guys didn't think I was done with this story, even though I haven't updated it in over a year! I've just been lazy. ;P

Thanks for all the great reviews everyone! Your kind words are what inspired me to keep going with my writing…and lookie up there! I got a picture of Trent and Courtney! You like? ;) I just updated all my stories with images...I'm sooo proud of myself for not being lazy. :P

Theme: Dark: (Trent and Courtney, age 18; New York City)

I got this idea from the season 2 finale of Glee which aired about a year ago…I still can't believe I haven't written this up yet. :/ Enjoy! Lol…


The first trip Trent and Courtney took together was when they were 18, to New York City. Neither of them really wanted to go on their school's graduation trip down south, so instead they decided to spend a week in the Big Apple.

"New York is the city of love," Trent explained, when talking to Courtney about their plans for the trip. "It's just…really romantic, in a mysterious way at night," Trent added, his mind going into dreamland.

Courtney rolled her eyes.

"I'm pretty sure that Paris is the city of love, not New York," Courtney laughed. "But if you are up to trying to change my mind on that one, challenge accepted!" She smirked.

The trip went by fairly quickly. Courtney got most of her shopping done the first couple of days, and was soon out of money. They spent their time walking around downtown, enjoying the simple things life had to offer. They walked across Brooklyn Bridge, and went to Coney Island. They visited Central Park, Harlem, and Times Square to many times they lost count. It was their last night, and they were eating an early dinner at Sbarro's in Times Square.

"I still don't know what you find so romantic about New York City," Courtney grumbled as she picked away at her pasta.

Trent smiled as he stuffed a meatball into his mouth.

"Just wait," he smirked. "You'll see Court."

Courtney sighed as she sipped her soda.

"Why isn't Paris the city of love, Trent? I mean, we're eating at a restaurant you find in an airport!" Courtney argued. "I'm sorry, but this is not romantic at all!" She stated bluntly.

"Courtney, you'll see," Trent repeated, still smiling.

After dinner, they returned to their hotel room quickly. Trent grabbed his guitar, and Courtney followed him out onto Fifth Avenue, not even bothering to question him at this point about where they were going.

"So, a guitar, in New York City…" Courtney grumbled. "I can definitely feel the love tonight," she groaned.

Trent ignored his girlfriend, and they kept walking in silence, until he finally spoke.

"Do you remember the day that we went to Central Park?" He asked.

"Do I remember?" Courtney snorted. "How could I forget? It was by far, the warmest day we had out of all 7 of them," she grumbled. "I got a sunburn that day, I sweated so much that I reminded myself of Owen, and I think I saw the most pathetic excuse for a green space in a city possible!" Courtney ranted. "I remember, very clearly!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it so much," Trent laughed, as they reached the end of the stores. "Maybe you'll think differently now," he said with a smile as they continued walking, hands entwined.

Courtney sighed, and kept walking. She noticed a bunch of lights coming up, making everything seem like she was in some sort of fantasy world. There were bridges in the distance, and the shadows of the trees on the bright spots of the water making everything seem almost unreal to her.

"Trent…where are we?" She asked, sounding a little nervous.

"Babe, welcome to Central Park, at night," Trent announced as they sat down together on a bench by the water.

Courtney laughed.

"Trent, this can't be Central Park…" She said, trailing off, looking around at the magical wonders around her.

"We're in Central Park," Trent laughed as he opened his guitar case. "I promise you that."

Courtney noticed Trent getting his guitar ready. She looked at her boyfriend, surprised.

"What are you doing with the guitar?" She asked, alarmed, looking into Trent's eyes as he sat own next to her again.

"I'm going to nail you in the head with it, and then throw your body in the water and hope that the NYPD never find you," Trent joked. When he saw the terrified expression on her face, he quickly leaned in and kissed her. "Babe, I'm kidding…" he smiled, wrapping his arm around her. "I have a guitar, what do you think I might do?" He asked, still laughing a bit.

"Sing?" Courtney asked dumbfounded.

"Exactly," Trent replied with a smile.

Hey there my Courtney,

What's night like in New York City?

Camp's a thousand miles away,

But girl tonight you look so pretty,

Yes you do,

Times Square can't shine as bright you,

I swear it's true…

After Trent finished singing, Courtney never questioned his reasoning for New York City being the city of love after they made love that night. She then understood what the city meant to him, and over the course of their life together, they made many more trips to the Big Apple.

And they never went to Paris either.


Wow, this was surprisingly long! Longest one yet maybe? It's my favorite so far, and I hope you guys enjoyed this too! The next one will not take a year to be posted, swearsies! ;)

Next Theme: Seeking Solace…

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~Lauren