(A/N)
Me: Yay update! Woohoo, yeah! Oh yeah. Bridgette and Geoff's baby was named Emma because Bridgette's voice actor, Kristin Fairlie, voice casts for Emma in Stoke! Cornijcountry97 and TDITrentFan has gotten this right :) – as I slightly promised, this chapter shall have a song to it! Hit it DJ! Er… DJ Chef!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own TDI or TDA, or soon to be TDM, and maybe another 4th season! So on and so on.
As it goes, Italics are lyrics.
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(Duncan's POV)
"Tablecloth goes over there honey!" stated Bridgette as she pointed to the table, where the food will be.
I looked at Geoff who was failing at setting it up. Shaking my head, I straightened my loose tie. Today's the day.
Geoff turned his head to me, smiling as always. "Did you pick up the wine?"
"Yeah." I replied.
"This party is going to be awesome! I'm stoked man! WHOO!"
"Enough!" I cringed, covering my ears. "I thought you were done with the 'WHOO'S!'" I imitated. Geoff looked at me, disbelieved and shook his head.
Stupid party. If I haven't opened my mouth I wouldn't be in this rut… Regret. Regret… Rubbing my hawk, I watch Bridgette, with Emma in her arms, lighting some scented candles that smell like crap.
"That smells like shit!" I barked at the newly mother. Bridgette glared her eyes.
"Don't swear! There's children in here you know!!" she scoffed.
Geoff chuckled at me as I whipped my head to make him see my snarl on my face. He turned his head. "Pfft. When are the guest arriving?"
"20 minutes." She answered. I looked at their clock hanging on the kitchen wall, it's 7 PM.
"Just great." I sarcastically said. How long was this party anyway?
(Courtney's POV, Courtney's House)
Justin planted a kiss on my head. I rapidly brushed it down so it won't stick up. "Well, today's your photo shoot!" I half-smiled fixing the collar of his suit. Justin rolled his eyes.
He looked at me sternly, making his fingers shape his chin. "Are you trying to make me forget the reunion party?"
How did he know?
"Know! Of course not!" I said brushing my hair nervously. "Now scat. I'm going to dress."
Justin smiled. "Why not dress right now?"
I rolled my eyes at his pathetic attempt. "I am. Just with you not here. NOW GO!" I yelled pushing him out of my bedroom door, locking it. I opened my closet looking for the outfit, spotting a black dress.
Black dress, with the tights underneath.
The thick straps wrapped my shoulders, and the strap above the waist tightened as I tightened the lace. Slipping on the black tights, almost transparent. I walk to the door as Justin opens it, hitting my forehead.
"OW!" I cried rubbing the red mark that it left. Justin blinked a few times.
"You might want to put some make-up." He suggested. I glared at him and ran to my vanity, taking out the make-up that matched perfectly with my tan skin.
"Geez, thanks for the advice." I sarcastically implied. I feel so snobbish around him. Almost like Heather.
Justin wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered in my ear. "You still look as sexy though."
I've got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth
Smoke.
"Did you smoke a cigar before you came here??" I asked, getting out of his grip to look at his guilty face. Now I feel like a judge.
He nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "About that…"
"You said no more smoking! You had to bleach your teeth so you can stay in the modeling career because of this! BLEACH!!!" I hissed putting my hands on my hips. He rolled his eyes.
"Don't be like that. You know I'll still look good."
And she's an actress (actress…) but she ain't got no need. She's got money from her parents and a trust fund back east
"That's what she said…" I snickered. Two years ago, I caught Justin cheating on me with another girl he met when he was at a photo shoot. I was devastated for a month, with no one to comfort me, but me. Erhg…
T-t-t-tongue's… always pressed to your cheeks
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girl's teeth
Justin frowned and his eyebrows furrowed. "You know I love yah!"
"Whatever. Let's go." I said dragging him by his tie.
(Duncan's POV, 7:30)
Ding Dong.
"Duncan get the door!" yelled Bridgette who was cradling Emma. So far Chef came. And that's it. Which has been a pain in the ---..
"Hey." I greeted to the people at the door, which apparently, was LeShawna, Harold, and Trent.
"Wassup ya'll! Duncan that you! You haven't change a bit white boy!!" LeShawna greeted as she gave me a… death hug?
"Hugs? I see you haven't changed either." I choked out. She let go of me and smiled. Harold looked the other way.
"What? Nerd got your tongue?" I snarled. Harold snapped his head to me. He grew… a mustache?
Harold snickered. "I'm all man!"
"But your still scrawny." I stated. Harold let his head fall as the weird couple entered the building. Trent came in patting my shoulder smiling.
"Great to see you again man." He smiled. I nodded at him. Trent didn't change either.
"Nice to see ya… Uh… food's over there… and… suit?" I looked at him weirdly. He just wore a plain buttoned collared tee with a green tie and black pants.
Trent grunted and came inside. More people started to show up, making the whole house filled with the TDI crew. Except for two.
"Izzy is name my!" Izzy said talking to Chef with Owen inhaling the food table behind them.
"Mmm… Is this biscotti?" Owen asked. "Oh well, I don't care! This is delicious!!! WHOO!" he threw the biscuit crap in his mouth and started drinking punch.
Chris chuckled at the two. "They never change eh Cheffy?" Chef snarled and smacked Chris square in the face.
I chuckled.
(Courtney's POV)
"Okay, now turn right"
Justin rolled his eyes and sharply turned right, making my body swerve. I looked at the bubble gum wrapper and inspected the house addresses, spotting a two story light blue house. "here!"
"Easy now Court" Justin growled as he opened my door for me. I gladly thanked him as we walked to the front door, ringing the doorbell twice.
I looked at Justin's stern expression. "What?" I asked him. He looked at me, expression still there. And shook his head.
"Nothing." He replied. I shrugged. The door finally opened, revealing the glare of the light from several piercings.
"May I help you?" he asked sternly.
Tell your boyfriend, if he says he's got beef
That I'm a vegetarian, and I ain't fuckin' scared of him
"Duncan!"
Duncan smirked at me. "Nice to see you to Princess." He greeted. He gave a calm look to Justin's stern face. "Justin."
"Pleasure." Justin said, taking my hand and walking me in. Many people turned their heads to spot us, mostly of the model who's holding my hand ever so tightly…
Beth shook her head in disbelief. "Justin?"
No one has changed a bit. Beth was sitting near Lindsay. Still wearing her retainer, surprisingly… While Lindsay, with her big chest and beautiful hair, had a cast on her leg, and crutches under her arms. I wonder what happened… Justin flashed his bleach grin at the two, Beth waving pathetically at the man candy, and Lindsay pouting, crossing her arms, as if she was immune to him.
She wants to touch me, Whoa-o
She wants to love me, Whoa-o
Justin chuckled at Lindsay cute mad face. "Ladies, please. Calm yourselves! I'm taken!" he gloated wrapping his arm around me. I immediately, blushed as Duncan came in the door, leaning on the wall.
"Your kidding." LeShawna said. Harold gasped covering his mouth… and mustache? Since when…
She'll never leave me, Whoa-o, whoa-o, oh oh
Justin shook his head. "My Princess is mine. I'll get us some wine hun." He said clicking, and then walking away. I sighed.
Don't trust a hoe!
Never trust a hoe!
Won't trust a hoe.
Won't trust me
Won't trust me
Cause a hoe won't trust me
"Pfft… Stealing another man's nickname. Pathetic." Duncan butted it. I gave him a small smile and turned my head.
"You know you're the one who started it. At least be happy for that." I noted taking a seat near Beth and Linds.
Lindsay gazed upon my hair. "Catherine, your hair is like… so… brown."
Beth slapped her forehead. "It's been like that Lindsay."
"Ohh." She said. Duncan sat next to me, drinking his wine.
I looked at him, who was gazing at his drink. His sharp piercing teal eyes…
She wants to touch me whoa-o
She wants to love me whoa-o
She'll never leave me Whoa-o, whoa-o, oh oh.
"---So yeah, that's how I broke my leg."
Beth, fakely wiped a "tear" from her eye and smiled. "Such a sad story! Isn't it Courtney?"
Duncan's face turned to mines, waiting for an answer, as did Lindsay and Beth. I looked at them, dumbfounded.
"Huh?"
"I broke my leg from cheer camp." Lindsay said, now looking at me, dumbfounded.
Duncan chuckled under his breathes, sipping his wine.
"Oh. Sorry Linds. You still go to cheer camp?"
"I'm a teacher there." She replied. "Am i?"
Beth nodded at her ditz of a friend, while Justin… came up, handing me a glass of whine. "Hey gals. And Duncan." Justin snarled at the last part. "So what's happening?"
"I broke my leg!" Lindsay pouted. Justin laughed.
Don't trust a hoe!
Never trust a hoe!
Won't trust a hoe.
Cause a hoe won't trust me.
"Yeah. Right. So Duncan, how's it been? Steeling? Robbing banks? Tell me everything." He joked leaning on his knees. I nudged him to cut it out, as Duncan sighed.
He rubbed his green hawk and looked at Justin. "No. Unemployed. Haven't robbed. And so on."
Wow.
"Nice one criminal." Justin barked.
"Will this face lie?" he asked pointing to his face.
"In fact. Yes." Justin snickered.
I shifted my position and stood up. "I'm just gonna… yeah…"
"Us too!" Beth and Lindsay cried out as they went to Tyler and DJ.
I walked over to the food table, and sat myself down on a chair that was near it.
"This is awful…" I cried out.
X's on the back of your hands
Wash them in the bathroom to drink like the bands
And the set list (set list), you stole off the stage
Had red and purple lipstick all over the page
"What's awful?" I heard a female voice asked. I looked up to see Bridgette looking down at me, then taking a seat right next to me. "How's it my best friend?"
"Bridgette?" I gushed out.
She smiled. "The one and only."
"Oh Bridgette I miss you."
"Same, so tell me. Let it all out!" Bridgette said placing her elbows on the table and her head on her hands.
(Duncan's POV)
"So." I asked awkwardly. Justin looked at me sternly.
"So." He mimicked.
"What do you want?" I spat out. Justin chuckled.
He placed his wine glass on the coffee table. "I know. That you know. That she knows, that Courtney is still into you."
I snickered. "All I heard is blah, blah, blah, Courtney is still into you."
"Yeah. Anywho---"
"Gay." I coughed. He glared at me.
"As I was saying, stay away from her."
I looked at his serious facial expression. He has got to be kidding. "You have got to be kidding."
"Afraid not Duncan. Stay away. Or you won't be permanently damaged." He snarled. Permanently damaged?
"Says the weak model to the ravishing delinquent." I scowled. Justin chuckled evilly.
"Is it a deal?"
"Hell no." I cringed. "I've seen her look at you, she's not into you!"
Justin rolled his eyes. "Like she's into you? Please. Face it Duncan, she doesn't like you anymore, never has, and never will." He stated getting up. I gripped his arm and quickly pulled him down.
"I'm not taking this shit Pretty Boy, either take back what you said or get 'permanently damaged'" I mocked. Justin tugged his arm back and snarled.
He then gave me a smirk. Now stealing my casual smile? What else does this guy want!
"Listen here. I'll give you a little head's up."
B-b-bruises cover your arms
Shaking in the fingers with a bottle in your palm
And the best is (the best is) no one knows who you are
Just another girl alone at the bar
He reached into his coat pocket. He pulled out his fist, closed. I cocked my eyebrow.
"Is this some kind of gag? Really, a fist. Yeah yeah, oh no your going to kill me. Right. Right…" I scoffed. He shook his head.
"Tsk tsk. Not exactly what I was hoping for the reaction of you." He said. He opened his fists to reveal a black velvet box. He can't.
He won't.
He opened the box, revealing the diamond ring.
She wants to touch me, Whoa-o
She wants to love me, Whoa-o
She'll never leave me, Whoa-o, Whoa-o, oh, oh.
Don't trust a hoe!
Never trust a hoe!
Won't trust a hoe.
Cause a hoe won't trust me.
She wants to touch me, Whoa-o
She wants to love me, Whoa-o
She'll never leave me, Whoa-o, Whoa-o, oh, oh.
Don't trust a hoe!
Never trust a hoe!
Won't trust a hoe.
Cause a hoe won't trust me.
Shush, girl. Shut your lips.
Do the Helen Keller, and talk with your hips.
I said shush girl, shut your lips.
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.
I said shush girl, shut your lips.
Do the Helen Keller, and talk with your hips.
(Courtney's POV)
I sighed rubbing the back of my head. "So Emma huh? She must be a real cutie."
Bridgette babbled on and on, on how cute her baby Emma would be. She's so lucky. I wish I had a family, a husband, a child, a---
"So, Court. You and Justin huh?" she asks me, raising an eyebrow.
I sighed once more… "I don't know Bridgette… I just… I don't know…"
She wants to touch me, Whoa-o
She wants to love me, Whoa-o
She'll never leave me, Whoa-o, Whoa-o, oh, oh.
Don't trust a hoe!
Never trust a hoe!
Won't trust a hoe.
Cause a hoe won't trust me.
She wants to touch me, Whoa-o
She wants to love me, Whoa-o
She'll never leave me, Whoa-o, Whoa-o, oh, oh.
Don't trust a hoe!
Never trust a hoe!
Won't trust a hoe.
Cause a hoe won't trust me.
She wants to touch me, Whoa-o
She wants to love me, Whoa-o
She'll never leave me, Whoa-o, Whoa-o, oh, oh.
Don't trust a hoe!
Never trust a hoe!
Won't trust a hoe.
Cause a hoe won't trust me.
Xxx
(A/N)
Me: Song was called "Don't Trust Me" by 3OH!3, I really recommend to listen to it, just search it up! So this was really hard to write, since I am so braindead… ugh. Well, the next chapter is more of the party, so tune in!