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The Last Fight
Chapter 9
Duncan's POV
The next day
I woke up to the sun shining in my face. I groaned and turned away from the sun. I was expecting to see Courtney by my side, but she wasn't. I got up and stretched out. I was still sore, but it's nothing I couldn't handle. I went to the bathroom and washed my face, and brushed my teeth. Everything was just like I left it all those years ago. I walked back into my room and found some basketball shorts and traded them for the jean I had on. I didn't want to put on a shirt, so I walked out of the room into the hallway. It was quiet in the house, and Courtney's bedroom door was close. I walked over there and knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I slowly opened the door and saw that the room was empty.
"Princess... You in here?" I called out. No answer. I walked out of her room downstairs. There was no one here. I went to the kitchen to see what she had to eat; lunchmeat, eggs, veggies, fruit, and a pie. I took the pie pan and looked at it. It was cherry and half of it was gone.
"She won't miss the other half." I said to myself with a grin as I grabbed a fork and put the pie in the microwave.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
I took the pie out the microwave and walked into the living room and sat on the couch. I turned the TV on, and then started to eat the pie. I would have enjoyed my first bit, if it wasn't for the classical music blasting from the TV. Courtney is such a prude. I changed the channel to rock, and relaxed into the couch, while I finished the pie listening to the head banding music. I threw the pan on the coffee table when I finished then turned the surround system on, so I could feel bass of the music. Another song came on and I got up started to bobbing my head to the song while playing the song on my air guitar. I was rocking out in my own world when thing started to fall due to awesome sound system's bass. I turned the music down some as I walked over to pick up the stuff that fell. While I was putting all the stuff that fell in place I thought it came from, or looked good at, I found some papers with lyrics on them. I took all of them and sat back on the couch. I looked at the pieces of paper and chuckled to myself. Every paper had a title, date, time, and feeling for when the song was written.
"Leave it to Courtney to make writing music not fun." I mumbled reading the lyrics to a song title scars
'I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut Drunk and I'm feeling down
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed cause you came around
Why don't you just go home
Cause you channel all your pain
And I can't help you fix yourself
You're making me insane'
I turned the paper over to see what the feeling were when she wrote this. Tired, drunk, sad, hate. I looked at the next song. Burn. It was a song written around my birthday.
'I didn't know you were a fake
Every lie straight to my face
So blind I could not see
Right behind my back you stabbed me
Should've know you were a bitch
Shut up you're making me sick
Little man you're nothing like me
Lying cheating so deceiving
I trusted you, broke me down
And you screwed me over
You turn me inside out
My world is upside down
You're not hurt are you happy now
Looking over your shoulder fucking me over
I trusted you sold me out
This is far from over
Don't try to deny it
You cannot hide it
I'll be ignited
When I get to watch you burn
You're gonna get what you deserve
I wanna watch you burn'
I turned the paper around to see the feelings.
HATE.
That was the only thing on the paper. There was no doubt in my mind that these songs were about me. Part of me felt bad, that she felt this way about the whole thing. But the other half of me was mad at myself. I went to the next song, and started reading.
'Everyone is sick of caring No hope, just desperation
No silver lining on the cloud that covers you
Let it pour and soak you through
So sit and wait for death
And pray it takes you soon.
The addiction's taking you.
Can you see me through bloodshot eyes I will fight, one more fight
Should I fight for what is right or let it die?
Now I'm choking on force fed lies
Do I fight or let it die?
Don't break down in front of me.
I will fight, will you fight?
I am not the enemy.
I will try one last time
Are you listening to me?
I will fight, the last fight
I am not your enemy.'
This song was written a few days ago, I was about to turn the paper around when it was snatched out of my hands. She grabbed all the paper and turned the TV off.
"What the FUCK are you doing?" She shouted. I looked up at her. She was wearing short Nike shorts and a Nike shirt, and her hair was down held back by a headband. I guess she just got back from a jog.
"I was reading, Princess. You of all people should know what that looks like." I said standing up to face her. A glare started to form on her face.
"Then read a book. Not my personal stuff." She seethed.
"Nothing personal about them now. I read them all, well most of them. And I have to say the feeling hate was over used." I told her with a smirk. She turned around and started to walk away. I watched her as she moved to the desk and neatly place the papers. She turned around and walked back up to me, all traces of her being mad before gone.
"Is there anything else you would like to say about my writing?" She asked with a small smile. I smirked.
"Yeah, where are all the love songs?" I asked; the answer I got was what I had not been expecting. The moment I finished my sentence her fist made contact with my jaw. I stumbled back a bit, Courtney may be a small girl, but she is strong. I glared up at her, only to see her glaring back with her arms crossed.
"You of all people should know that music is a personal thing. So forget what you read, because I'm throwing it all away." She said walking over to the desk and grabbing the papers.
"What! Why?" I asked jumping over the couch and grabbing her arm to prevent her from going anywhere. She pointed her noise in the air.
"Because, they're not good. I was just caught up in the moment." She said.
"Princess." I said letting her arm go. "They are good. They are filled with emotion. They're real. Not like the bull shit on the radios. "She looked up at me with a neutral look.
"Your just saying that so you can read them and laugh at how stupid they are." She replied. I took the papers out of her hands, and found the ones that I had read. I showed her the papers.
"These aren't stupid. The only thing I laughed at is the way you organized all your papers." I said with a grin, she relaxed and smiled.
"Let me see the rest of them." I said sticking my hand out. She gave them to me.
"What are you going to do with them?" She asked me.
"Come, and I'll show you." I said jumping over the couch and sitting back down. Courtney walked around and sat next to me. I pulled the coffee table closer to use it and put the papers on the table.
"You ate my pie?" Courtney asked with annoyance. I looked over at her with a grin.
"I guess I forgot to throw that away." I pushed the pan on the floor.
"Okay so what are you doing now?" Courtney asked looking at all the papers spread out on the table.
"I'm going to pick out song songs and make music for it." I said with a smirk, imaging all the fame I could potentially get from these songs.
"What no! These are my songs. Do your own music Duncan." Courtney gasped grabbing her papers. I glared at her.
"But you were just about to throw them away!" I yelled. She scoffed.
"Yeah! Because it's mine, so I can do that." She proclaimed.
"Quit being childish." I said trying to grab the papers from her hands. She leaned back holding the papers with one hand and pushing me back with the other hand.
"Me being childish? You're trying to steal my music and make money off of me!" She yelled pushing me harder. I grabbed her leg and pulled her closer to me, and snaked my arm around her waist. With my free hand I grabbed the papers and put them behind me.
"I wasn't going to steal your music." I said looking into her onyx eyes. She looked into mine.
"How do I know that? Once a liar delinquent, always a liar delinquent." She spat.
"I give you my word." I told her, and she responded with rolling her eyes.
"You gave me your word once before. That didn't stop you from being a dick, and writing that song about me." She told me. I tried to look in her eyes and show her that I was really telling the truth.
"Duncan let me go and give me my songs." She groaned. I pulled her body closer to mine.
"No, not until you let me make music to your songs." Courtney narrowed her eyes at me.
"I said no." she declared. I just smirked.
"Fine with me Princess, we can stay this way until you say yes." I told her.
"Whatever Duncan." She said, not backing down. I just smirked. I picked us up, which wasn't hard and sat on the floor.
"What are you doing?" She said pushing my chest.
"Moving somewhere more comfy." I told her. She looked at me.
"The couch was comfy."
"No because you were on the side of me, but now you're sitting on my lap, which is a lot more comfy. At least to me." I told her as I brought her closer to me.
"Let me go."She ordered.
"Can I make music to your songs?" I asked.
"No."
"Then no." I said bringing as close as I could get her. There was still space between us because of the fact she had her arms crossed.
"You look cute when you mad." I grinned at her while I tapped her nose with one of my hands. She glared at me then tried to get up. I grabbed one of her hands, and grabbed her hip and pulled her back down on my lap closer. I wrapped her arm around my neck and pulled her close to me filling the space that was once between us. Courtney wrapped her other arm around my neck and let them both relax. She laid her head on my shoulder. I felt her chest rise against mine.
"I can stay here all day." She said quietly as her cool breath hit my shoulder. I readjusted my arms around her hips.
"So can I." I Replied.
We sat like that for maybe two hours. Courtney didn't move at all, while I just sat there bored. I was thinking of all the things I could be doing; eating, smoking, drinking, having sex, or playing music. But no, I was sitting here, with this stubborn girl in my lap. My legs start to fall asleep so I started to wiggled them, Courtney's body started to move, then slowly fall to the floor. She had gone to sleep. I pulled her up and she opened her eyes and looked at me like I was crazy.
"Let me go." She said snatching her arm from me.
"Not until you say yes." I told her. She started to move her hips trying to get her legs from behind me. Her movements started to feel more and more like a lap dance. I smile crept on my face, as I imaged Courtney in a strip bar giving me a lap dance in a tight skimpy outfit.
"Stop!" Her yell brought me out of my day dream.
"What? Stop what?" I asked annoyed.
"Stop thinking of whatever you're thinking of." She replied not moving at all. I was lost until I felt my shorts rise.
"Relax Princess." I laughed. She huffed out some air.
"How do you expect me to relax with your junk rubbing against me?" She shrieked.
"I don't know. If you let me make music to your song then you don't have to go through this." I told her.
"No." She replied. I chuckled, and then pulled her closer to me.
"Finee with mee!" I sang as I hugged her tightly. Courtney wrapped her arms around my back then started to scratch my back. She did not know how much that was turning me on.
"Let me go." She growled while continuing to claw my back.
"You want to play that way. Fine Princess." I said snaking one of my hands down the back of her short grabbing her butt. She yelped and jumped, surprised, onto Little Duncan.
"Duncan! Get you hand out my pants!" She said trying to pull my hand from her shorts.
"No. You wanted to play this way." I told her with a smirk. She narrowed her eyes at me.
"I wasn't playing. But I will now." She said then quickly lifted her hips and sticking her hand into my pants, then started to dig her nails into my manhood. I Quickly pushed her off of me. I glared at her. She was smirking at me. Then she quickly got up and grabbed all the papers.
"You're going to pay for that Courtney. Give me the papers." I demanded. She glared at me.
"It's your fault. And how many times do I have to tell you? No." She told me. Then she quickly turned around and sprinted up the stairs to her room. I ran after her just before she was going to close her room door. I pushed it opened and walked in. Courtney was behind the door glaring at me. I shut the door, then walked up to her.
"You're going to pay or what you did to my little friend." I told her as I grabbed her hands and place them above her head.
"Duncan. Let. ME. Go." She seethe, I just smirked.
"Nope." I said as I pushed my lips onto hers roughly. I expected her to kiss me back, but she didn't. She pulled away. I went for her lips again to only have her bit my lips. I pulled back and glared at her.
"Do you want me to fight you? You claw at my dick and now you're trying to bite my lip off." I groaned. She glared back at me.
"I want you to let me go." She told me.
"And I want to make music to your songs. I'm not asking for much." I told her.
"No Duncan! You can't use my shit! Why are you torturing me?" She cried.
"You're doing this to yourself babe." I replied.
"I hate you." She seethed I just laughed.
"We both know you don't hate me." Courtney narrowed her eyes at me the swiftly brought her knee up to my groin. I gasped and grabbed Courtney's hands tight, and leaned against her.
"I hate you." She said with malice as she tried to push my body off hers. I couldn't say anything. I just had the wind knocked out of me. When I felt that I could stand I straighten up and narrowed my eyes at her.
"You really done it now Princess." I said picking her up and throwing her on the bed. I got on top of her, putting my legs on the side of her. She was struggling underneath me.
"You crushing me." She told me.
"I'm not even putting all my wait on you." I rolled my eyes.
"Duncan." She cried.
"Let me use your music." I stated.
"Why is my music so important to you." She asked me. I looked down at her. Her headband was gone, and she looked tired.
"Because, it real. Why is important to you that I can't use them. " I answered.
"Because those are personal, my lyrics are like my diary." She told me.
"That's what makes them good!" I yelled.
"I don't care about other people hearing my music!" She yelled back. The room was quiet. Courtney hand her hands over her face. I was just looking down at her.
"Why are you being so stubborn?" I asked annoyed.
"Just say yes, so you can go. I had plans tonight." I added. She moved her hands from her face, and propped herself up.
"Like what? Go out and smoke and drink and end up in the same place you where last week?" She half laugh. "You never learn do you?"
"You forgot fucking. That was the real thing I had planned tonight." I told her. She gave me a disgusted look.
"Get off of me. Just go." She said moving her body around. I just put my full weight on her hips. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me close to her face.
"If you don't get off me right now-"
"Courtney, I think you've failed to realize that nothing scares me. Your threats mean nothing. Police don't scare me. I know everyone in there." I cut her off. Courtney glared at me intently. It didn't bother me. She has been looking at me like this since we became friends.
"What do I have to do other than give you my music to make you get off of me?" She asked slowly. I raised an eyebrow.
"Well Princess, right now there is nothing I want more than your music." I said with a smirk. She pulled me closer to her face, and kissed my lips and the moment I pushed back she pulled away.
"Anything?" She said softly.
"Nope." I confirmed. She groaned and pushed me away.
"Well kill me now. Because you're not using my music." She said covering her face with her arms. I looked at the clock on her night stand. 3:49pm.
"We have all the time in the world for you to change your mind."
5 hours later
"Can I use them now?" I asked again against her neck.
"No."She replied against my neck. We ended up in the same positions as before. She was sitting in my lap with her head on my shoulder downstairs on the couch. And I was laying my head on her shoulder. Her arms were wrapped around my neck, while my hands circled her waist. We have been sitting like this for hours. I'm surprised she hasn't given in.
"I have to pee." She told me.
"You went pee already."
"I need to go again." She told me.
"No, because last time you went pee you shredded 3 songs." I told her. She sighed.
Another hour passes
"I'm tired of sitting here. Say yes so I can go." I told her. She looked up at me tiredly.
"And I'm not?" She asked with a yawn. I rolled my eyes at her.
"Okay. So I decided you can use my songs." With that I picked us up and let go of her and started to walk to the couch, but she grabbed my arm and pulled me back to her.
"Under one condition. I'm going to be a part of the music making. Whether it's playing the guitar or singing with you. I want to be part of my music." She told me.
"Alright." I replied.
"Oh and I want full credit." She said with a smile.
"Whatever Princess." I told her looking down at her. She let go of my hand and went upstairs. I went to the couch and started to look at the songs that I would be soon making music too. There were so many great lyrics. I'm glad I didn't let her trash these. Thirty minutes had passed and I had already had picked enough lyrics to make a mix tape. Courtney walked downstairs fresh out the shower, and sat next to me.
"What are you doing now?" She asked me looking at all the papers I had on the coffee table.
"These song I want to make music to." I pointed to a scattered stack of papers. "And those are good, but for later." I pointed to the other scattered stack.
"Hmm.." She hummed as she picked up the pile of lyrics I was going to make music too. She looked threw them as I got up the other pile and stack it neatly.
"Nice choices." She said handing me the papers, and getting up walking to the kitchen. I followed her and leaned against the counter. She went into the fridge and pulled out all the fruit and started to cut them up.
"What are you making?" I asked.
"Fruit salad." She replied. I walked up to the bowl of fruit that she had just prepared, and grabbed it when she went back to the fridge.
"Thanks for the fruit Princess." I said taking the bowl and walking back into the living room.
"Duncan!" I laughed as I ate the fruit out the bowl.
Author's Note!
Fruit salad YUMMY YUMMY! Fruit salad YUMMY YUMMY! Fruit salad YUMMY YUMMY! Ymuuy yummy yummy yummy yummy fruit salaaaaaaaad ! Lmao excuses my random outburst in song. :)
So this chapter is just a filler. Just an example of just how stubborn Duncan and Courtney can actually be.
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