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Chapter Four: Courtney Chetwynde's Court

Mark lay in bed thinking over the last day of his life. Courtney Chetwynde of the bites-her-lower-lip-when-she's-thinking, stares-right-into-your-heart-with-her-deep-gray-eyes, looks-unbelievable-in-her-volleyball-uniform, and always-smells-a-little-like-roses fame... was his first kiss. Courtney Chetwynde of the Bobby Pendragon's would-be girlfriend... was his first kiss. Courtney Chetwynde of the Mark's best friend... was his first kiss.

That was something Bobby Pendragon didn't even have. Then again, Bobby Pendragon wasn't a dork who girls puked when they saw. Okay, maybe 'puked' is going too far. But girls normally don't go around kissing wallpaper.

Mark was wallpaper.

Mark knew he'd kiss a girl one day... but Courtney Chetwynde was going too far. Courtney was wonderful, beautiful, lovely....

Mark wasn't.

"What was I thinking?" he scolded himself.

"Mark-ie! What are you doing up there?! Come down for breakfast!"

Mark didn't feel like eating. But he did get up anyway. And he felt hungrier when he smelled the bacon and eggs. Ah... when in doubt, wake up and smell the bacon and eggs.

"Mark you seem tense," his aunt said shoveling eggs onto his plate.

"Sweaty too," Uncle Rex added.

"Are you alright?"

Mark looked at them, "Uh... I just got a lot of homework to do today. Yesterday was a field trip so...." This was a lie. Mark finished all his homework on the bus ride home the day he got it.

"Ya nervous? Shouldn't be. You're smar', Mark. You'll do fine!"

Mark wished he was saying this about romance. But Mark knew whet he'd say if he told him he messed up with a girl. 'Ye messed up witha gal? No surprise there, lil' man! You keep snogging yer stuffed animal!' Mark hated it when he said stuff like that.

However, Mark DIDN'T fool his aunt for a second.

"You SURE, Mark-ie?" she asked, glaring at him. Mark knew what she was doing. That's what she did when she wanted to say 'I've got a remote idea what's REALLY bothering you, but I'm not going to say anything in front of your uncle for YOUR sake'. Mark hated that look, too.

Mark wolfed down his breakfast and ran back to his room. He clicked onto and clicked on the first Pirates of the Caribbean fanfiction he could find. He soon regretted this. Not only was it romance... it was hardcore yaoi.

Wile Mark was trying to un-scar his poor, innocent mind; Courtney Chetwynde was busy trying not to punch the wall out from frustration.

Courtney recognized that the ball was in her court. Mark Dimond made his move... and Courtney wasn't sure she liked it. Actually, Courtney didn't know HOW she felt about Mark. He was more than just a friend... but love? Was that going too far? Courtney looked over at the poster on her wall. It read: love heals all.

She ripped it down.

Courtney saw only two choices: accept Mark's unspoken offer, or deny it. It was hard enough to pick weather to deny or accept. Courtney didn't even want to think about the choice of HOW to do either.

Courtney Chetwynde was known for being a formidable person. Knowing exactly what was right and what was wrong. She was Courtney. But this obstacle defeated her.

"I CAN'T!" she screamed into her pillow.

She wanted to talk to someone. An adult, who knew all about this, who could tell her what to do. But Courtney couldn't tell her parents. And she could NOT tell a teacher. That'd be weird. Who could she tell?

An idea hit Courtney so hard she gasped. It was a long shot, but he was a kind man, who gave wonderful advice. Maybe she didn't know him too well from face to face occurrences, but they knew each other well enough from word of mouth and paper.

Courtney got out a pen and paper and wrote.

"Dodger, give this to Gunny...."