Sorry for the late update! Québec was AMAZING! It was SO pretty! The sugar shack was awesome. We had a traditional Quebécois dinner, where everything had maple syrup in it! DE-LISH! But my fav part was the dance cruise... IT WAS SO MUCH FUN! Also, this guy I kinda have a crush on, asked me to slow dance. It was funmazing! Yeah, my new word. Even though I know he won't like me back, like, ever, I still had a great time! If you want some more info about Québec, or my trip in general, don't be afraid to PM me! Anyways, enough of my babbling. ONTO THE CHAPTER!
I slowly opened my eyes, and squinted when the bright light from the window entered my pupils. I sat up, and rubbed my eyes to get rid of the blur in my vision. I yawned, and looked around the room. It was a complete disaster zone... I cocked an eyebrow, and got up from my bed. I felt really cold, and realized that it wasn't because it was drafty in here, but it was because I was in nothing but my boxers. Usually I sleep with at least my pajama bottoms. Must've forgotten to put them on last night.
Ugh, last night...
It felt like a big blur, I can't even recall most of the evening. The last thing I remember was... Oh snap, where's Courtney! She was totally intoxicated last night, and she probably has a wicked hang over... Eh, Courtney's strong, she's probably fine. I headed over to my bathroom, and froze when I saw my appearance.
My hair was wild, and knotted- not your average bedhead. My eyes were red and puffy, with bags underneath them. What caught me off guard, was the dark pink lip gloss smeared on my face, neck, and even my torso... How'd that get there? I closed my eyes, and tried to stretch my brain to remember what happened after the party... I felt a sharp pain, and opened my eyes. I hissed, then shook my head, causing my tangled jet black hair to whip my cheeks. For some reason, I felt really sticky, and dirty, so I decided to take a shower, and then head down to Courtney's room. Knowing Courtney, she probably expects me to look my best at all times, being a perfectionist and all...
After cleaning myself off, combing my hair, and getting dressed, I left my room. I'll clean it later... I knocked on Courtney's door nine times, and waited for her to open the door. A few minutes later, Courtney opened the door, looking like a hot mess. Her hair was tangled, and messy. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her expression was dull and lifeless. She wore a lilac coloured robe, that covered only about five inches above her knee, showing her long and slender legs. Courtney rubbed her eyes, and looked at me.
"Trent?" Courtney asked, her voice raspy. "What're you doing here?"
I stared at her, not sure what to say. I don't really know why I was there... "Uhm... I'm not really sure. I guess to check up on you, you were really wasted last night."
"Ugh, don't remind me." Courtney groaned.
"Uh, erm..." I said, smiling nervously.
"Why don't you come inside." Courtney offered. I nodded, and accompanied her inside her room. Despite Courtney's look, her room was tidy and orderly. Courtney yawned, and let her body collapse on her bed. I joined her, and looked over her. Her deep onyx eyes fluttered shut, and her luscious lips formed a small smile when she exhaled. Even though she was at her worst, she still looked...wow...
Before I knew what I was doing, I mere centimetres away from her lips. I closed my eyes, and met her lips with mine. I felt her eyelashes brush my forehead, when she opened her eyes out of surprise, and again when she closed them. Courtney wrapped one arm around my neck, and used her other arm to play with my hair. Strange, this feels really familiar. I'm pretty sure we haven't kissed before, but her lips feel so familiar.
Suddenly, an image of a certain teal haired goth- who shall remain nameless, popped into my mind. I grunted, and Courtney removed her lips from mine.
"What's wrong?" She asked, breathing heavily.
"N-nothing." I replied, breathing just as heavily. What? Kissing takes a lot out of you!
"Is it me?"
"No! Of course not, it has nothing to do with you..."
"Then what's wrong, you can tell me." Gwen murmured, caressing my cheek. My eyes widened, and I blinked twice, to try and get the image of Gwen out of my vision. I blinked repeatedly, but she wouldn't go away!
Gwen smirked, and lifted her other arm, and grabbed onto my face with both hands. "Don't worry, I can make it all better..." She whispered, crashing her lips onto mine. I tried to break away from Gwen's cold lips, but her grip on me was too strong. Before I knew it, I was starting to kiss back.
What about Courtney!
Courtney?
Yes, Courtney! The girl you are in LOVE with!
What? I'm not in love with her, I can't believe I'm saying this after all she's done, but... I think I love Gwen...
What? No! We don't love her!
I-I think we do... I miss her, and I bet Courtney misses Duncan too. Maybe we should just 'break up', and try and get things back to normal. Gwen and I happily dating without the stress of competing against each other constantly on our minds, and Courtney and Duncan can go back to their... Whatever they do that makes them happy...
Trent, I say this because I care. WHAT THE HELL! Snap out of it, Gwen hurt us, and Duncan REALLY hurt Courtney. How do you know they won't hurt her even more. She may act really strong, but what would happen if she broke again, Trent.
I thought over what my inner self was telling me... I pulled away from Gwen, and stared at her confused eyes.
"Gwen, I'm sorry but... I can't do this..." I sighed. I shook my head, and looked down.
"But Trent..."
"No Gwen!" I interrupted. I stood up, and stared her in the eyes. "This isn't going to work! You and Duncan really hurt me and Court!" I yelled. I crossed my arms. "And I can't date a cheater." I spat.
Gwen narrowed her eyes, and stood up too. She jabbed a finger in my chest. "That never stopped you before! Courtney was still dating Duncan, when you two 'hooked up'."
"It's not the same! Duncan was still on the show, so she couldn't reach him." I exclaimed. We stared at each other for a moment, before both of our expressions softened up. "I really don't want to have this conversation with you, Gwen."
"Me neither. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I'm sorry too..."
After another awkward silence, Gwen sighed.
"Trent... I-I have to tell you something."
"Yeah?"
"I-I... I'm pregnant."
My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped. "Wh-what?"
"I'm pregnant." Gwen choked out, starting to sob.
"Is it... Mine?" I croaked. Gwen nodded silently. I suddenly felt a bit light headed, and the room felt like it was spinning.
Gwen sighed, and suddenly her face morphed into an evil smirk. "Well Trent, it looks like we're stuck together, for better, or worse."
"AAAAHHHHH!" I wailed.
"AAAHHHHHH!" I screamed, jerking up. I panted, and looked around. Huh? I'm still in my room... Wait, that must mean... It was all a dream! Oh thank god...
"Mmm..." Someone murmured, snuggling me... My eyes shot open, and I quickly looked down at the source of the noise.
"Courtney?" I questioned.
"Uhh..." She moaned, hugging me tighter. I stared down at her, utterly confused, until the events of last night came flooding back to me.
-Flashback-
Courtney and I stumbled out of the club, and into the hotel lobby, giggling like maniacs. Courtney bumped into Izzy, while Owen tried to catch up.
"Hehe, hey Iz!" Courtney chirped.
"Hello there, lassie! Ye got a wee bit a brandy, on yer shirt!" Izzy replied, in a thick Scottish accent.
"Really?" She gasped.
"Heh, allow me to clean that up." I offered. I leaned in, and licked Courtney's chest, getting the alcohol off. Courtney giggled, while Owen looked at all three of us dumbfounded.
"B-bu.. Tuh... Huh?" He sputtered.
"Owen, laddie, let's go up to ma chamber, and count da sheep in ma kilts!" Izzy said, dragging Owen over to the elevator. Courtney and Trent shrugged, then walked over to a love seat, and sat down.
"T-thank for t-taking me to this par-tay, Trent! I've never felt more alive in my entire life!" Courtney exclaimed.
"No problem Courtney, 'twas my pleasure." I replied.
"Speaking of pleasure... How'd you like it if I pleasured you..." Courtney purred, leaning close to me. I smiled, and lifted her up bridal style.
"Trent! Put me down!" Courtney giggled, while I started to head to the elevator.
"You said you wanted to pleasure me..."
"Oh yeah... Let's go, then!"
-End of Flashback-
"Oh crap!" I yelled, jerking up again. I looked around my room, and realized I had fallen back asleep... Courtney was gone. I looked around, and noticed my room wasn't a disaster zone anymore. I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck.
"Man..." I cradled my head in my hands, and let out another sigh. I looked over to my guitar, and smiled. Playing it always made the worst situations a little bit brighter. I reached over, and started to strum. The strings reminded me of myself. Always getting played, but there's always that one special person who treats you just right.
I smiled, when a mocha skinned brunette came into my mind.
And maybe, just maybe, after searching... I possibly could've found mine.
How was it? Shocking? Totally predictable? I WANT TO KNOW IF IT WAS GOOD, AND YOU LIKED IT! So... REVIEW! Or else I won't do this really funny oneshot about Noah and Izzy! It's not NoahxIzzy, but it might talk about their friendship, and Team E-Scope! SO REVIEW IF YOU WANT IT! CONTAINS HILARITY AROUND THE INSULT 'YOUR FACE'!
