Hey you guise!

Sorry again for the D/G lemon last chapter, but hey they broke up on the show! But Courtney's checking out that nasty looking dude. I don't like him...

I wonder if my readers read my AN at the beginning of each chapter...

Oh well!

Time for another great installment of...Mental State!

Opening her eyes, an immediate pounding hit Courtney as she woke up on her floor. The bottle of wine she had been drinking, had rolled over near the fireplace and Cupcake was licking the inside of the bottle.

"Ughh!" she groaned and rolled over to her side. Cupcake, happy her owner was awake, licked Courtney's face. Her rough pink tongue, tickled Courtney's cheek and actual made her giggle a bit.

The pills mixed with alcohol, made for a the huge headache Courtney had. She needed something to ease the pounding pain on her brain. Courtney got up and walked into her kitchen. Opening her fridge, Courtney stared at the nearly empty shelves and sighed. Nothing to eat.

*RING*

The loud shrill made Courtney jump a little, as her phone rang. It was Bridgette calling.

"Hello?" Courtney answered, rubbing her temples.

"Hey!" Bridgette's voice was light and cheery, which annoyed Courtney greatly.

"What's going on?"

Bridgette sighed happily, "I think he's the one, Court".

"That Geoff guy?"

"Yes! He's super sweet, nice and-"

"And has the IQ of about 25" Courtney interrupted.

Bridgette laughed a bit, "Okay, I do have the brains in the relationship but everything else makes up for that!"

Taking a bottle of wine out of her cabinet, Courtney took the cork off with her teeth and spit it out in the trash. "How serious are things?"

"Serious enough that I started looking at wedding dresses.." Bridgette whispered. Courtney scoffed, "So soon? You've known him only a few months, it hasn't even been a year yet. Slow down".

Bridgette sighed, "You're right...so does that mean that moving in with him next weekend is a bad decision?" she asked, timidly. Courtney nearly choked on her wine. Bridgette always did what she felt was right, she followed her heart instead of her head and Courtney never liked that notion about her. But, it was her life.

"I would think so, but it's your life Bridge."

"Aww don't say it like that!" Bridgette whined. "I want you to say yes."

"You know that I'm the type of person to tell you what you don't want to hear."

"I want to hear you say that you and Lisa will help me move in

Courteny sipped her wine, thoughtfully. "Sigh, what time?" Bridgette squealed, "How does 10am sound?!" Courtney scoffed, "Sounds like Lisa won't get there until noon. Sounds good nonetheless".

"Awesome! Now, how's life?" Bridgette asked.

How is life?

Courtney thought about the list of things she could tell her friend.

Her sisters might have to come live with her since they weren't doing well in boarding school. Duncan had stopped progress on her backyard, and Courtney was still paying him for no work. Thoughts from her old past kept creeping back into her mind. She was almost out of her pills that helped her sleep well. And to top it all off, she had to meet her sister and no doubt her Mother next weekend for dress fitting for Hillary's wedding.

But the simple answer she gave Bridgette was, "Life is life!"

Bridgette didn't seem convinced, but she knew better than to pry her any further. "Well if you say so. I'm about to go look at paint sample with Geoff. God, I can't believe I just said that! Talk to you later Court!"

"Bye" Courtney hung up the phone and poured just a bit more wine into her goblet. Thinking to herself, she remembered that she was paying Duncan and his team for doing her yard, and it wasn't even close to being done. That was totally unexceptable to her and she picked up her phone to dial his number.

Then again, she got a better idea.

Eyeing her keys, Courtney decided to drive over to his apartment and curse him out for this..professionally of course. Perhaps it was the alcohol getting to her sense of judgment or maybe it was that little piece of her that actual missed him. Either way, she was going to his apartment.

She slid on a jacket, because the little patters on her roof indicated that it was raining heavily, and she grabbed her keys and left out.

Duncan was still nodding off after he and Gwen's make up session when Gwen came in the room, fully dressed and car keys in hand.

"Where are you off to, gorgeous?" Duncan asked, opening one eye.

Gwen giggled, "I'm going to the store to find something for dinner tonight."

Duncan grew suspicious, Gwen never cooked because she didn't know how to. "You're cooking tonight?"

Gwen turned her back to him and said, "Yeah, why not? Nothing fancy of course, maybe just spaghetti."

Duncan smiled, he was natural Italian and he loved authentic food. Especially made from his mother and grandmother. It made his suspicious disappear that Gwen was attempting to repair their relationship.

Duncan turned over on couch and said as Gwen went out the door, "Dont forget the garlic bread!"

"I know!"

Gwen shut and locked the door behind her and her phone rang. "Hello?"

"We still on for dinner tonight?" A man's voice asked.

Gwen was getting off the elevator when she accidently bumped into a woman getting on.

"Oops, sorry!" Gwen only merely glanced at the woman with the angry face and brown hair bouncing away.

"Gwen?" the man called again.

"Yeah!" Gwen said diverting her attention away from the woman.

"So I was thinking Italian tonight?"

DW: sorry to for this fille chapter, but I promise next one will be better!

DeathNote was updated last week, so check that out if you haven't already. Im trying to alternate between updating this and Death Note, so hopefully, I will be able to push out another chapter for DN and I promise you wouldnt want to miss the next one!

So review my darlings!

Peace and Love,

DW