Chapter Twelve: The Trial Part One
Duncan's POV:
"Good morning Princess," I purred as I saw Courtney walk down the stairs in the morning. She was in a huge T-shirt for pajamas with morning bed head, but she still managed to look hot. It was 6:00 in the morning and the trial wasn't until 10:00, but something told me Princess couldn't sleep. I couldn't sleep much either.
"Good morning," she smiled back, yawning after that. She opened the pantry and kept looking through it. Finally she shut it and asked, "Do you know if anyone ate my Frosted Flakes?"
"Yeah Princess, I'm finishing them off now," I answered, showing her my bowl of the soggy flakes.
"Damn it Duncan I wanted to eat those for breakfast!"
I plopped a spoonful in my mouth and held it open, "Still can babe." I was expecting her to scream, 'EW!' and be disgusted. But instead she walked up to me and smiled sneakily. "Are you seriously taking me up on my offer?" I asked in disbelief.
"Well… I was going to do… this-"
Courtney snatched the bowl and ran to the other side of the kitchen. "Hey!" I exclaimed.
She smiled and slurped down the rest of the bowl of cereal. "Well what do you know, the criminal got stolen from," she snickered.
"You got lucky."
"Yeah, sure I did. All I have to do is act like a tease and you're immediately in my grasp." Courtney laughed again and put the bowl in the sink. "Do you own a suit or anything?"
I laughed. "Yeah, like a guy like me owns a suit."
"Well you've got to dress up nice for the trial. What you wear now isn't going to cut it."
"Please! I could show up naked and compliment Chris's hair and he wouldn't care!"
"Probably, but no one wants to see you in your birthday suit."
"Sure about that babe?" I winked.
"DUNCAN!"
"Okay fine! Just what exactly did you have in mind?"
Fifteen minutes of Duncan and Courtney arguing and wrestling through clothes in a closet later-
I had to admit, I didn't look that bad in a suit. I looked like the criminal on White Collar, with a dark green suit that ironically matched the green on my mowhawk. (A/N Duncan would look so good dressed like that lol! *cough* not that I care…)
"Dude I wish I made a suit look that good," Geoff sighed. "Bridge and I are going to be matching today."
"Wow man, not going to lie that's really lame," I snickered.
"You wouldn't say that if you and Courtney wore matching colors!"
"I wish. But it's different if it's her and I."
"How?"
"I don't know, just is."
Geoff rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say man you're crazy. Speaking of crazy, I'm hosting a wild party tonight after the trial! You're totally invited!"
"Sweet. I'll be looking forward to going to a party instead of prison."
"Wouldn't it be epic if I threw a party in prison?"
"Totally would be."
"You two done? We've got to leave." Geoff and I turned around to see Bridgette, Gwen and Courtney standing there. W-O-W. Bridgette was wearing a dark blue sleeveless dress and white high heels, Gwen a black tank top, skirt, leggings, and boots (chick is such a goth), and finally Princess was wearing a sleeveless purple dress that went half past her calves, with a shiny black belt and tights to be finished off with purple heels.
Geoff and I couldn't talk. There was just… nothing we could say after seeing that sight. Bridgette giggled, "Come on Geoff we'll take your car."
"I'm actually driving with Trent," Gwen said.
"OOH! Who's Trent?" Bridgette squealed.
Gwen blushed a little. "He's just this guy who always eats at Cheesecake Factory that I talk to after work. He'll be in the audience with us today, okay?"
"AH YOU'VE GOT A DATE! HOW CUTE!" Bridgette squealed.
"Shut up," Gwen mumbled.
"Yeah Bridge, your constant squealing is starting to give me migraines," Courtney added. Bridgette rolled her eyes and went in the car with Geoff. A few minutes later Trent pulled up and Gwen left with him; which left Princess and I.
"I'm driving," I say to her as she unlocks her car.
"No, you're not," she objected.
"Yes, I am."
"Not until you say the magic word."
"Now."
"No, please."
"Fine. Please."
Courtney smiled as she got in the passenger's seat. "You'll be surprised how far a please can go," she said.
"I'll make a mental note of that," I snickered.
Courtney's POV:
My stomach was in knots as we walked into court. There was Chef, standing next to where Chris would sit, the jury sitting to the left, Harold and Heather in plaintiff seats, and surprisingly a lot of people in the audience. But where was… there! Sitting behind Heather in the audience was Alejandro. It reminded me of the first time I met Duncan… he was sitting in the defendant's seat and I was behind him in the audience. Except then he was wearing an orange jail jumpsuit and…
"Earth to Princess," Duncan said, waving his hand in my face.
"What?" I asked.
"You want to take a seat?" he asked. "Standing there oblivious isn't going to help much."
"Uh, right." I sat down in my seat, Duncan right next to me. We looked over to our left and saw Harold and Heather talking and strategizing about their case, which made me even more nervous.
"So do you have a plan?" Duncan whispered.
"Tell the truth. Whatever the hell you do, tell the truth," I whispered back.
"Why?"
"10-15 years in prison for committing perjury if you lie on the stand." (A/N That's true actually. I'm not too sure how long, but somewhere between 10-15 years.)
"ALL RISE FOR THE HONORABLE CHRIS MCLEAN!" Chef roared.
Everyone rolled their eyes as they stood up. "Thank you, thank you," Chris smiled as he walked out and sat down in his huge black chair. "Before we begin I'd like to say that I stopped giving my hair the windblown look and went with straightening it. I'm thinking of dying it. Any comments?"
Everybody (and I mean everybody) just looked at each other awkwardly and wasn't sure what to say. "HE SAID ARE THERE ANY COMMENTS!" Chef roared.
"Yeah, it'd look great," everyone mumbled.
"Thanks, I think so too," Chris smiled, pleased. "Okay, court is now in session!"
"Your honor I'd like to get Duncan Adams on the stand," Harold said.
Chris looked at Duncan. "Alright Mr. Adams, get on up here." Duncan gave me one final look before getting up on the stand.
"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth so help you God?" Chef asked Duncan.
"Yeah, whatever," Duncan answered.
"Good enough," Chef sighed. (A/N Lol hilarious to picture in my head of Chef asking Duncan XD)
"So Mr. Adams, what were you doing the night of August 28th?" Harold questioned.
"What happened August 28th?" Duncan asked.
"The murder! Gosh!"
"Oh yeah, that's right. What was your question again?"
Harold released this loud and heavy breathing noise. Duncan was trying to get on his nerves and it was hilarious. "Okay let me restart. What did you do at 5:00 P.M. August 20th?"
"Went to Taco Bell and ate some burritos. Then I went home and watched some TV with my buddy Geoff until 8:00 or so. After that I left the house and started walking to this new club in town."
"So how did you arrive at the crime scene? The victim was shot around 9:45-10:00 according to the police reports."
"I took a shortcut in the alleyway he lived in while walking to the club."
"Had you ever been down that alleyway before?"
"No."
"Were you carrying a gun?"
"No."
"So tell me, Mr. Adams, why did you try to steal the victim's car?"
"I didn't."
"Well I think you did. I think you were walking down the alleyway, saw the car, couldn't contain your criminal thoughts, tried to steal the car, the victim heard you and came outside with a gun. Then as he started shooting wildly you pulled out the gun you had and shot him. You killed him, then somehow got knocked out, woke up, and there was his cold dead body lying in a puddle of his own blood." Harold was actually… serious about this.
"Objection!" I exclaimed.
"Overruled," Chris replied. "What do you have to say about that Mr. Adams?"
"It's not true," Duncan replied. "I didn't kill anyone."
"Oh really?" Harold asked, "Then please enlighten us as to who did!"
"Him!" Duncan shouted. He pointed and we all turned around- and saw a smiling Alejandro…
Author's Note:
Yes I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Just part one of the trial, I think it'll be three parts then this story will come to an end. So my internet modem isn't here yet, as far as I know the plan is still receiving it Wednesday, where everything will hopefully be back to normal. So please review, and thank you for reading!
