Hey guys! Update time! Yay! This update wouldn't have been possible without edwardandbella4evah! Muchos love to her for helping me write this! Love you too girly! Watching the Twilight stars at the MMVA's, got me thinking about this whole Duncan Gwen Courtney nonsense. THEY ARE BOTH INCREDIBLEY STUPID! (Twilight and the CxDxG love triangle) I MAY be a fanatic, and DxC means a lot to me, but still! It's just a goddamn cartoon. Don't worry, I'll still write fanfic! It's just... Don't let it be the centre of your life. Granted, I don't have one, so I have an excuse. Ha! So, review me what team your on. Team Courtney, or Team Gwen! Team Courtney all the way for me, baby! But I do respect Team Gwen... So, I'm 85% Team Courtney, 15% Team Gwen... Anyways... Onto the chapter!
The past two months flew by... And much to everyone's annoyance, we're still here! The filming of the rest of the season had been postponed, due to legal reasons. Apparently, Chris was getting another lawsuit. This time, from Heather about her hair. I actually respect her a little more, now.
These last couple months, I've also not seen Court around... I wonder where she's been... I did see her a few days ago, and she came by my room to talk. Only for like five minutes, but it was still pretty sweet to talk to her.
I had also realized, that since I was voted off TDA, I had not even tried to write a song... So I decided to wander the lobby and try and get some inspiration. But my mind just couldn't focus, it kept wandering to other... Things.
I grunted when I walked into something, and then looked down to see exactly what my mind was wandering to. Courtney.
"Oh, hey Court. Sorry, my bad." I apologized.
She narrowed her eyes at me, and started to dust herself off. I furrowed my brow when she sneered at me. "Yeah, well, watch where you're going! Hmph!" Courtney started to stomp off... I couldn't let her go! Not yet...
"Hey Court," I called after her, "wanna catch a movie or something?"
"No!"
"Aw come on..." I drawled, getting her to turn around and give me a questioning look. I smiled softly at her. "Live a little."
Courtney rolled her eyes, a scowl returning to her face. "You're not the boss of me, Trent." She scoffed. She jerked a thumb towards herself proudly. "NO ONES the boss of me! I gotta..." Courtney trailed off. She clutched her stomach and groaned. I raised an eyebrow at her. "I don't feel that well."
"Hey what's wrong?" I asked, concerned. And not that fake concern either, actual concern...
"I think I'm gonna be sick..." She replied, before gagging.
"I'm not that bad, am I?" I asked, suddenly self conscious. Wait, why am I self conscious...
Because you really care about Courtney, and don't want to royally screw up your chances with her.
Name ONE time I did that!
Gwen?
...Point taken.
Luckily for me, Courtney smiled a bit, before wincing again.
"No, it's not you..." She assured me. "It's just... Probably something I ate."
I smiled at her. Again. I just can't stop smiling at this girl...
Aww, I think you're in love!
Pfft, me in love with Courtney? As if. As IF if...
Trent, we haven't felt like this since Gwen. Don't you think this is good for us?
But... What if she doesn't love me back?
I looked over to her, and she looked like she was struggling to hold down her lunch. Not. Good. "Want some help?"
She looked at me warily, as if she was contemplating whether to accept my help or not.
I sighed, and ran my fingers through my hair. I looked deep into her beautiful onyx eyes, and smiled, giving her a look that read 'Trust me.' Courtney needs someone to trust, and I'll happily be that person.
"Even you need help sometimes, Court..." I said softly.
"No! I can do it on my own, thank you very much!" She replied, sourly.
"Court-"
"Don't 'Court' me, I'm gonna-!" She interrupted, before she covered her mouth and gagged. Okay, that's it, I'm not taking no for an answer anymore, she needs help.
"Let's get you to the bathroom." I stated, wrapping my arm around her. She gagged again, and made a choking sound after it... "And quick." I added, starting to guide her to the restrooms.
Once Courtney had gotten it all out, while I rubbed her back, held her hair out of her face, and murmured sweet nothings to try and make her feel better, we exited the bathroom.
"Ugh, I still feel... Ugh..." She groaned, holding her stomach again.
"Do you still have more?" I asked. She nodded silently, her face covered in sweat and showing struggle... "God woman, what did you eat?"
"I don't remember anymore, all I'm focused on is keeping it down." Courtney replied.
Okay Trent, here is a great opportunity to make a move... "You want to stay in my room for the night?" I offered. "I'll make sure you don't puke in your sleep."
Courtney stared at me oddly. "That's... Disturbing."
"I'm not that bad, am I! And it's not like you haven't spent the night before!" I reasoned.
Courtney face palmed. "Not that! Puking in your sleep..."
"Yeah, my little sister once had pneumonia and she was throwing up in her sleep. The doctor said that she could've choked and died in her sleep, and she needed close monitoring."
"Well... Alright." Court agreed, making my heart flutter a bit. She eyed me suspiciously. "But no funny business."
I rolled my eyes. It kinda hurt that after all the time we've spent together, she still doesn't trust me... But after all the Duncan drama, I can't blame her. "Court, do you seriously think I'd try anything on you?"
She smiled meekly at me, making her cute little freckles stand out on her nose... "Sorry, force of habit from... You know."
"Oh..."
I felt so bad for her... Granted, the same thing happened to me, but still... I smiled, and wrapped my arms around Court from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder. I felt her tense in my grasp for a second, before she relaxed into my hug. "Don't worry..." I murmured. "I'll be there for you."
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Courtney smile, before she leaned her head against mine. We stayed like that for a while, just soaking in each others presence. Neither of us felt the need to break the comforting silence, and hey, that's okay with me. I think my inner self is right. I think I may be in love with-
"You know you want to!" I heard... Duncan... call. Court and I looked to where his voice had come, and saw him smirking at the annoyed Gwen walking off. We both raised an eyebrow at him. He looked over to us, and winced.
"Uh, I-I'm just gonna..." He said, smiling awkwardly. He started to back up slowly. "Yeah."
"Ugh, I SO need to get a restraining order against that waste of oxygen." Courtney spat. "He was probably stalking us!"
"Whoa, chill out." I said.
Court turned to face me, a scowl highlighting her features. "I will NOT chill!" She protested, making me roll my eyes. Now I know how much of a challenge Duncan meant, when Duncan said she was a challenge...
"I just- uh..." Courtney moaned. I felt her flinch, when I moved my arms from around her torso to her stomach. I looked down at her widened eyes. For the first time I actually saw... Fear. Our lips were only a few centimetres apart... But I couldn't kiss her. Not now... Not when she's so... Vulnerable.
"Let's go." I said, letting go of her. I waited for her to nod, before I grabbed her hand. I gave it a reassuring squeeze, and carresed it with my thumb. I smiled at her, and we walked, hand in hand, to the elevator.
I unlocked the door for us, and walked in. I placed Court's bag by my bedside table, then closed the door once Courtney was inside.
"Not much has changed..." Courtney remarked. I cocked an eyebrow, utterly confused.
"'Course not. You were just in her two days ago..." I reminded.
"Was I really?" She asked. She bit her lip, and looked away. "Must've slipped my mind."
I walked over to her, and placed a hand on her shoulder. I made her turn and face me. "What is on your mind, Court?"
She stared into my eyes for a few seconds, before quickly looking to the left, and back. The signature hint of lying. What? I can read body language! That... Isn't weird, is it?
"Nothing." She muttered.
"Tell me." I ordered.
Courtney started to walk over to my bed. "It's nothing! Really!"
I followed her. "Tell me!"
She turned around glaring at me, but I refused to step down. I want to help her. "NO!" She sneered.
I bit my lip, trying to think of a way to get her to spill... "Tell me, or I'll tickle you." I threatened.
Courtney gasped, and her previous look of annoyance had been washed over with a vacant stare. "You wouldn't dare." She said. I smirked, and started to walk towards her, while she backed away frightened.
"S-seriously Trent... Don't!"
I felt as if we were playing cat and the incredibly hot mouse... I now know why Courtney loves being in control... The power felt amazing. Courtney shrieked, as she fell backwards onto my bed. I smirked down at her, before leaning on top of her, trapping her. She panted shallowly, as I stared into her widened eyes.
"Do it and I'll sue you." She said, breathlessly.
I sent her an incredulous look. "That's an empty threat." I stated a matter-of-factually.
She squealed, as I started to tickle her sides. When I moved up to her neck, her giggles erupted into a fit of laughter. It was so bubbly, I almost started laughing.
"T-T-Trent... S-s-st-op! Ahahahahaa!" She laughed.
"Tell me what's on your mind!" I yelled.
"A-a nine obsessed weirdo is on top of me, tickling me!" She giggled, her voice still firm. Ouch.
"Ouch..." I winced, stopping.
Courtney recollected herself, and stared at me emotionlessly. "Yeah. Now get OFF of me!" She yelled.
"Alright. Now what?" I questioned, getting up, deciding not to push my luck... And keep my nether-regions in tact. Courtney got up, dusted herself off, and shrugged. "Hey, why don't we catch a movie?" I suggested.
"No! I look terrible!" Courtney gasped, cupping her face as if it would prove her point. It didn't, because it made her look adorable.
"You look fine." I smiled. I walked over to her, and swung an arm around her.
"No I don't." She pouted... Which was even more adorable... My smile grew wider as I kissed her forehead affectionately.
"You so do."
Her face flushed, and became a rosy pink colour. Courtney coughed awkwardly. "A-ahem, uh.."
I linked arms with her, and started to drag her towards my door to take her down to the movie room, but she wouldn't have it. And when Courtney didn't want to do something, she didn't want to do something...
"No! No!" She screeched.
"C'mon!" I chirped.
"NO!"
"I'll take you to see one of those romantic comedies. I know you like them." I tempted. Courtney's face lit up, and she looked deep into my eyes.
"R-really?" She asked.
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?"
"Wow Trent... Most guys would've dragged me to a mindless guts and gore flic... Like... Duncan did... But you're..." She trailed off. A smile spread across her face, making me smile wider. "Just so sweet... And trustworthy... No one has ever been so real to me before."
Courtney and I stared at each other smiling for a few seconds, before her smile faded. "It's always been a mouthful of lies." She added bitterly.
Courtney sighed, and looked away. I grabbed her hand, and kissed the top of it softly. Like a prince would do to his Princess... And she definitely needed to be treated like one. "Would I lie to you?"
Courtney opened her mouth, and closed it quickly... She bit her lip, while I chuckled.
"Aww, I got her to be quiet...!" I teased.
Courtney pouted, before punching me in the arm. Hard... I yelped in pain, when she yelled "SHUT UP!"
"Owww..." I cringed, rubbing my tender arm.
"Sorry... I guess I got a lot of practice with Duncan."
"Nice."
"Yeah..." She murmured, staring into space. I furrowed my eyebrows, and started to approach her.
"You feel sick anymore?" I questioned, swinging an arm around her shoulders. She looked up at me uneasily.
"Not really."
"Must be some food poisoning." I shrugged.
"Yeah, probably." She agreed. It seemed as if she was trying to convince herself, more than me... I looked down at her, and tilted my head to the side.
"You sure you okay? You seem off..." I remarked. She pushed away from me, and quickly made her way over to my bed, and sat on the edge.
"Of course I'm okay!" She exclaimed, before sniffing... "Why would I not be okay?" She asked, wiping her eyes and sniffling again.
"Hey..." I said softly, noticing another tear rolling down her smooth caramel cheeks. "What's up?"
"Nothing! I'm fine, okay?"
"No you're not..." I disagreed. I sat beside her, and watched her try to fight back tears.
"Yes I am!" She replied, sniffing. It kinda hurt seeing her this way... She's usually so... Not like this, it didn't suit her. I sighed, and gripped both of her shoulders, turning her to make her face me.
"No, Court, you aren't..." I said softly, peering into her eyes...
"I am! I'm not weak, so I'm okay! Okay?" She yelled. Is this what this is all about? Weakness? Courtney is NOT weak. She's one of the strongest people I've ever met... Along with Gwen...
Stop it Trent! Nows not the time to think about Gwen. Courtney needs you. And I think you need her too.
For once, I decided not to argue with myself. And not because it's kinda... Okay, really weird! I do need Court... Maybe if I had realized that earlier, this whole mess could've been avoided. I don't regret dating Gwen; just sometimes I wonder if we truly ever loved each other. Was it just a summer fling? Were we too fickle to last? I don't know, but Gwen is in the past. I'm going to focus on the future.
I looked around, and saw the snack I bought this morning, but never got around to actually eating. "If you tell me, I'll give you a cookie!" I bribed, snatching it off of my dresser.
"Trent, I'm not a little girl." Courtney scoffed. Indeed, she isn't... She's all woman... "I can't be persuaded with such juvenile stereotypical objects."
"It's chocolate chip." I grinned. She bit her lip, while I continued to fumble with the package. "W-with peanut butter..."
"..."
"Fine." I shrugged. "I guess I'll eat it."
"NO!" Courtney cried. "I mean... If you're going to bribe me the correct way, you're going to have to give me that cookie." She covered.
I smiled and rolled my eyes. I handed her the cookie, and watched as she daintily opened the packaging, and ate the cookie. "Atta girl. Now tell me."
She sighed, and wiped the corners of her mouth. "Have I... Gained weight to you?" She asked. That's... Kind of random, but... I looked down at her stomach.
"Well, I can't really tell." I responded.
"No!" Courtney yelled. She stood up, and gestured to herself. "REALLY look at me!"
I looked closer, and saw her stomach. It was a little bigger than her normally perfect body. "Sorta...slightly." I said.
She sighed again, and looked down. "Have I been... Moody lately?" She questioned, uneasily.
-Flashback-
I walked out of the lounge, and saw Courtney talking to Bridgette. I snuck up on her, and grabbed her from behind. She squealed, then giggled.
"You scared the crap out of me!" She gasped.
"Want to go to lunch?" I asked.
"I'd love to, but... I'm hanging out with Bridge."
"Tomorrow okay, then?"
"No! Are you just asking because you think I don't have a life! Ugh!" She hissed, stomping off. I stared after her confused, before shrugging. Eh, she was probably PMSing.
-End of Flashback.
"Um, hello?" Courtney asked, waving a hand in front of my face, bringing me back to reality.
"Huh? What were we talking about?" I said. Courtney smiled meekly, and coughed. Ohhh... "Well... You're always moody." I replied, honestly. She narrowed her eyes, and placed her hands on her hips, offended. Oh great, she's one of those girls. The ones that get offended when you tell them the truth, and want you to tell them what they wanna hear...
"It's sexy." I complimented, huskily. Courtney blushed, hopefully making her NOT mad. "Why?"
"Stop it!" She yelled.
I furrowed my eyebrows. I'm doing this a lot lately... I think it's because this girl never ceases to confuse me. It's both kind of annoying, yet... Intriging. "Stop what?" I asked.
"Stop making me feel loved!" She continued. Courtney turned away. "You're only going to leave me like everyone else..." She mumbled.
I bit my lip. "I won't say that I won't leave you, because then I will be like everybody else when they break their promise. I do care for you Courtney, and I don't want to make a pointless promise just to prove it." I said. Courtney turned to face me slowly... I looked into her eyes to look for any traces of what was on her mind, but the silent tears slipping out of her eyes took my focus away.
"What's with all the questions?"
"...No reason!" She exclaimed. I shrugged, feeling a wave of fatigue crash over me. I slipped out of my shirt, and decided I was going to turn in early.
"Alright." I sighed. I climbed into bed, and saw Courtney sit on the edge of my bed.
"IthinkImaybepregnant." I heard her mutter, quickly. My heavy eyelids shot open. I was suddenly wide awake.
"Wh.. What?" I questioned, getting up. I joined her at the edge of my bed, and saw her fight back what she was trying to say this whole time no longer.
"I think I may be pregnant!" She sobbed. I stared blankly at her, while she continued to cry her heart out.
"Whoa! Courtney! Get a hold of yourself!" I shouted, grabbing her by the shoulders. She stared wide eyed at me, while I stared confused and concerned at her. "Are you sure? Did...did you take a test?"
She shook her head, making me mentally sigh in relief. "No... But the facts-!" She argued.
"No one, not even you can know something like this for sure." I cut off.
Courtney nodded. "I...I should get a test."
"Yeah, you really should."
"Where can I get one?"
I paused, and thought for a second before responding. "Uh... The hotel gift shop should have one, with all the teenage couples having sex nowadays."
"Ah!" She shrieked. "D-don't say that word! It makes me feel dirty..."
"You are dirty."
"Wh-what...?" She gasped. More tears started to swell up in her already teary eyes. My face blanked, when I realized how she comprehended my remark. Crap! Not what I meant!
"I-I mean! You should go take a shower while I go buy the test!" I said, smiling nervously.
"Oh.. Okay..." She frowned. Courtney got up, and trudged to the bathroom. My heart pounded hard as I quickly put on a shirt, grabbed my wallet and stuffed it in the back pocket of my jeans. I grabbed my room key, and headed out to the elevator.
By the time I reached the gift shop, my whole entire body was shaking while I hyperventilated. I shakily walked over to a pale, oddly familiar woman at the cash register. She was wearing cheap glasses, a fedora hat and a dress shirt with dress pants. All of them black, and she wore a green hotel apron over top, and a name tag that read 'Brianna' I nervously said hello to her, and was barely able to hold my wallet still enough to take out some cash!
"Bonjourno..." She greeted, in a french accent that didn't sound all that right to me. It was probably Acadien. "Uh, wha can I get you monsieur?"
"P-pregnancy test." I squeaked out.
Brianna's face lit up. "R-really?!" She exclaimed. She cleared her throat. "I-I... Ahem, Ouais... Coming right up!" Brianna ducked behind the counter, and handed me what I had asked for.
"Thanks." I said, shakily handing her the money. I practically sprinted to the elevator, the adrenaline pumping through my veins starting to get to me. But before I left, I was able to hear Brianna say "No, thank you."
I knocked on the bathroom door, my knees threatening to buckle under me. "Court? I-I got the test." I called. Courtney opened the door, and hugged me tightly, catching me off guard.
"Thank you thank you thank you THANK," She cried. Courtney grabbed the test, and ran into the bathroom. She opened the door, and gave me a tiny smile. "You."
I chuckled a bit. "Tell me when I can come in." I smiled.
"Okay!"
I sighed for the nineth time, and knocked on the door. Fifteen minutes had passed, and the butterflies in my stomach were making waiting very unpleasant. "Babe, everything alright?" I asked. A few seconds passed, without a response. "Courtney...?"
I opened the door, and my eyes widened when I saw her. She was laying on her side, eyes wide, red, and puffy.
"Oh no..." I murmured. I ran to her, and helped her sit up. I wrapped my arms around her, and let her sob into my chest. I rubbed circles on the small of her back, and let her get it all out.
"H-how could I..." She cried, before breaking down again. "Why? Why why why!"
"It's gonna be okay..." I said. She looked up at me, and gave me an incredulous look.
"How!"
I bit my lip, and tried to think. "I... It just is, okay?!" I exclaimed.
"This is all YOUR fault!" She screamed. Courtney pushed me away, and jumped to her feet. She ran out of the bathroom crying. I followed her, trying not to cry myself, and she gripped the doorknob. She looked back to me, her eyes wide. I opened my mouth, and stared at her sadly, my voice caught in my throat. A few tears spilled out of her eyes, and she shook her head. She opened the door, and ran out of the room past Duncan and Gwen, sobbing. I closed the door, and made my way over to my bed. I sat down, and cradled my head in my hands.
"It is... It really is..." I sighed, fighting back tears.
And thus ends the longest Broken Strings chapter EVAH! Muchos luchos to edwardandbella4evah again, half of this was her dialogue. I'm just the tweaker and putter-togetherer... REVIEW! Oh! And ALL will be explained in due time, if you're a little confused and SHOCKED! DRAMATIC, I KNOW! Once again... REVIEW!