Friday the 24th of July, 1993. 7 PM. New York state, Long Island, Duncan's Parents' House.
"Well Duncan." Courtney said. "We're finally here."
"Whoopee." Duncan groaned.
Courtney and Duncan were getting out of Duncan's old, black '74 Dodge Challenger. They were parked next to the house to which Duncan's parents had moved to after graduation, since they were going to have dinner with his parents, and it would be the first time Courtney met them since they began dating; since she had met them before, but her dating their son changed everything.
"Be a little bit more cheerful, this is the first time I will be the first time I see your parents since we've started dating." Courtney said. "Which has been a year and a half; and I'll also get to meet your brothers."
"Like it wasn't bad enough that you have to see my parents, you also have to meet Dickhead and Douchebag." Duncan groaned.
"Duncan! It's rude to refer to your brothers like that!" Courtney scolded him. "And why is it so bad that I'm seeing your parents again, I mean, I did meet them before we started dating."
"Yeah, the thing is, when they heard I got into a stable relationship for the first time, thye got a little too happy; then when I didn't get arrested for over a year, they were happier; then when I graduated, even happier; and when they learnt that I wanted to go to college and that I got a good job offer, albeit one related to heavy metal music; they were jumping for fucking joy." Duncan explained. "So I have no idea how they'll react to meeting you now."
"I'm sure it can't be that much of a reaction." Courtney said.
The pair reached the door and knocked. In a second, the door swung open and a blonde haired woman with green eyes jumped forth and hugged Courtney extremely tight.
"Courtney dear!" The woman exclaimed. "It's so nice to meet you...thank you, thank you so much!"
"Can't...breathe." Courtney groaned.
Duncan's mom released the preppy good/bad girl and she fell to the floor.
"Sorry honey." Duncan's mom said.
"It's OK, Mrs. Nelson." Courtney said, standing up and brushing dust off her usual gray sweater vest.
Duncan's mom walked inside and let Duncan and Courtney through. She led them to a large dinner table. On the head of the table was a man who looked exactly like Duncan, having thye same baby blue eyes, and same jet black hair, only without the mohawk. On the left side of the table were two guys who also looked almost exactly like Duncan, except one had his mother's blonde hair and the other had brown hair. The blonde one had the baby blue eyes and looked about 25 years old or older while the brown haired guy had green eyes like his mother's and looked like he was either 21 or 22.
Duncan's mom sat next to his father while Courtney and Duncan sat next to each other on the right side of the table.
"Princess, that jerk over there." Duncan said, poiting to the brown haired guy. "That's my brother Danny."
"Nice to meet you." Danny said, giggling.
"And the other jerk is my oldest brother, Derek." Dunca said groaning.
"Nice to meet you." Courtney said, waving.
"Same here." Derek said, giggling as well.
"OK, what's so funny?" Duncan asked, getting angry.
"We just thought that...you know." Danny said. "That the chick who managed to get a leash on Duncan would look a little tougher."
Duncan glared in hatred as Courtney retorted.
"I am much tougher than you think." Courtney said.
"Oh really." Derek said.
"Yes, in fact, I'll prove it." Courtney said, getting up. "Stand up and come here."
Courtney moved to the side of the table and Derek followed.
"Throw a punch." Courtney said.
"I'm not gonna punch a girl." Derek said.
"Well then just throw one at the air." She said.
"OK." Derek said, looking at his brother Danny with a "who does she think she is" look.
The skeptical Nelson brother threw a punch at thin air and before he knew it, Courtney had gripped hold of his fist, swung it over her shoulder, hoisted him over her head and thrown him on his back against the floor.
Duncan burst out laughing as Courtney smiled in pride; while Duncan's parents and Danny stared in awe.
Derek groaned as he got up.
"OK, she's tough."
Derek stumbled back to his chair.
"But I'm sure not tough enough to take on Duncan." Derek added.
"Oh really." Courtney said, looking at Duncan threateningly.
Duncan leaned over the table and whispered into Derek's ear.
"Good going, Douchebag, now she's gonna get crazy in bed tonight...and not the good kinda crazy."
"Oh don't worry, Duncan." Courtney said, pullng Dunca off his brother and snuggling to his right arm. "I wouldn't do anything mean to you, I love you."
"I love you too, Princess." Duncan said and kissed her head.
"Awwwww."
Duncan turned to see his mother squealing happily and his brothers squealing in fake, mocking happiness. He heard some giggling coming from his right arm, he turned to see Courtney snickering to herself.
"You tricked me." Duncan whispered to her. "No fair."
"Hey, I learnt it from you."
Meanwhile in New York City, Manhattan, Greenwich Village.
The pale skinned girl walked down the street. Her usual attie of the corset and the skirt now replaced with a black shirt and gray pants. Her mind wandering around in anger and frustration as she thought about him. He was currently following her, pleading for her forgiveness, but alas, the pleas fell upon deaf ears.
She still felt the same way about him that she did during their high school dance last November, but she also felt something else...rage. She still loved him deeply, but she was also mad because he had trusted someone else over her, despite the fact she was his first friend in the city.
But she could not forgive him yet.
"Gwen, please." He pleaded.
She had been shopping at "Underground Records", her favourite music store, but he had arrived there as well and he tired to talk to her, she ignored him and walked out. He ahd been following her and begging ever since then and they had been walking for about twnety five minutes.
"Gwen please...what do I have to do for you to forgive me? How many times will I have to say I'm sorry?" Trent begged.
"You know what, Trent." Gwen said, angry as she turned around to face him. "It's not a matter of saying sorry...I don't care you dated Lindsay or that you didn't want to go out with me, what I care about si that you trusted that blonde slut of your former girlfriend more than you trusted me!"
Gwen took a deep breath, holding back tears.
"I was your first friend in the city, we became best friends for about two years when we met in L.A. When you moved here, we always talked and told each other everything...we trusted each other perfectly, but then when she came, you started hanging out with her more than with me; I can accept that, since she was your girlfriend." Gwen explained. "But what I can't tolerate was that you trusted her judgement more than mine...you trusted her over me when you had dated for only a week, you made it so that it seemed that dating her one week meant more to you thanbeing my friend for about two years."
"But..."
"No 'buts', Trent!" She yelled, her attempts at holding back the tears now forgotten. "I don't want to talk to you!"
She stormed off, the sad liquid splashing down her face to her clothes. Trent groaned in anger and self-loathing. He needed a drink. He had never drank to drown away the pain before, but now he needed it. He walked two more blocks over to "Stevie's Bar", where Duncan told him they never asked for ID's and sat down on a stool at the bar.
"What can I get you, mac?" The bartender asked.
"Budweiser." Trent replied, slumped over the bar.
The tender got it to him and Trent drowned a long chug after opening the bottle. The musician gagged at the taste but still let it slide down his throat.
"Jesus, mate. You look beaten." The man sitting next to Trent said, with a peculiar accent. "What's wrong witchoo?"
The man had a giant tuft of messy hair that looked like it was a black plant stuck on his head, since the majority of it was standing up in strange positions and peaks. He had very pale skin and was wearing all black.
"Long story, had a big-ass fight with a friend/girlfriend." Trent said.
"I know the feeling, I remember the first time I had a real big-ass fight with my friend/girlfriend; we worked through it an now we're married." The guy said.
"Good for you." Trent said, taking another drink from the bottle. "Dude, you have a strange accent, where are you from?"
"I'm from Blackpool, England." The guy replied. "What's your name, mate?"
"Trent, dude." The musician replied.
"My name's Robert." The other musician replied. "Robert Smith."
Then it clicked in Trent's head. The musician looked up at the face of the stranger and examined his face. He failed to realize how he hadn't recognized him when he took a brief look at his face as he sat down on the bar.
"You mean Robert Smith from The C..."
"The one and only, mate." Robert replied.
"Man, I didn't recognize you. I love your music." Trent said.
"Thank you." Smith replied.
"But, what are you doing here in new York?" Trent asked.
"Me 'n' the boys from the band are playin' a lil' show on Madison Square Garden this Friday and we decided to explore the city." Smith replied.
Trent groaned out of the blue and Smith noticed this.
"Wassup now, mate?" Robert asked.
"Sorry, it's just that you're Gwen's favourite musician and it got me thinking about her." Trent said.
Smith thought on this for a second.
"So I'm her favourite musician?" Smith asked.
"Yeah."
"I think I have an idea on how to lessen your friend/girlfriend's anger."
One hour later. The apartment complex where Courtney and Bridgette and Geoff and Duncan live.
"Why couldn't Bridgette ask me to meet her at her apartment instead of the damn rooftop." Gwen groaned.
The goth walked up the flight of stairs of the apartment complex and pushed the rooftop door open. Standing in front of her was Bridgette, wearing her ususal attire.
"Yeah Bridgette, you wanted to tell me something in this very inconvenient location?" Gwen asked.
"Not really." Bridgette said.
"Bridgette, if you're telling me that you made me climb up the entire flight of stairs for no reason I swear to go I'll throw you off this rooftop right now." Gwen threatened.
"Relax, Gwen." Bridgette said. "I didn't want to tell you anything, but I'm sure he did."
Bridgette pointed to the space of rooftop next to the entrance, a spot Gwen hadn't looked at as she came in. But now that she looked, her jaw practically dropped to the floor.
Standing there were Robert Smith, Porl Thompson, Simon Gallup, Perry Bamonte and Boris Williams; also known by their collective band name:
"The....The...The C-C...The Cure!" Gwen exclaimed.
Gwen turned to Bridgette.
"How?" The goth asked.
Bridgette pointed to the stair doors and Gwen saw them open. In came Geoff, DJ, courtney, Duncan and finally...Trent.
"Your boy Trent met me in a bar tonight and told me of your little problem...Trent 'ere asked us for help since we're your favourite band and since me 'n' the boys ahd nuthin' better to do, we thought we'd give you a little show, to cheer you up." Smith explained.
Gwen turend to Trent.
"You..."
Trent nodded.
Gwen felt all feelings of anger agaisnt Trent suddenly dissipate...she was normally deeper than that and was used to holding grudges and staying angry...but a visit from ehr favourite band of all times could easily change that.
"Now we're going to play the lil' song Trent 'ere told us was your favourite." Smith explained.
The song began. A bang of drums was heard, followed by the incorporation of a bass guitar riff. A regular guitar then joined in, followed by a syntheziser keyboard and finally the main electric guitar string picking riff of the notorious song. Then the song finally took off with Robert Smith's vocals.
"'Show me, show me, show me
How you do that trick'
'The one that makes me scream' she says
'The one that makes me laugh' she said
She threw her arms around my head
'Show me how you do it and I promise you
I promise you that I'll run away with you'
'I'll run away with you'."
Duncan wrapped his arm around Courtney's shoulder and kissed her head. He then pushed her down, making her scream a bit in shock before laughing after being caught in his arms. He told her that was because of the trick she pulled on him in front of his parents and then pulled her up. She threw her arms around his head and kissed him sweetly on the lips before turning back to the band, arms over each other's shoulders.
"Spinning on a dizzy edge.
I kissed her face and kissed her head
I dreamed of all the different ways I had to make her glow
'Why are you so far away?' She said
'oh, won't you ever know, that I'm in love with you'
That I'm in love with you.
You...Soft and only.
You...Lost and lonely
You...strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You're just like a dream
You're just like a dream."
Geoff picked up Bridgette and swung her around happily. He put her down and stumbled around, dizzy from spinning on the edge. Geoff watched as the moonlight reflected off her now ponytail-less hair, glowing magically in his eyes. He noticed she had stumbled a bit too far away and then took hold off her to keep her from falling off the rooftop. He pulled her in for a kiss and told her her loved her before beginning a make-out session.
"Daylight licked me into shape
I must've been asleep for days!
And moving lips to breathe her name
I opened up my eyes.
I found myself alone afloat
Alone above a raging sea
Stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me."
Gwen smiled for the first time in a long time.
"This is awesome, I'm watching my favourite band perform my favourite song just for me and some friends and I'm watching the guy I love smile at me and...did I just think that! No! I can't!" Gwen thought. "I mean, I love Trent, but he betrayed me! I can't...But I want to! But...Fuck!"
Gwen turned to Courtney and saw her giggle and squirm happily in Duncan's arms as they wrestled playfully.
"Courtney probably thought the same things as me when they first started dating. Whether she should do something that might be wrong just because she really wanted to." Gwen thought. "She tried it and it turned tou to be right...pobably one of the most correct hook-ups in all recorded history...but should I take the same chance with Trent?"
She turned towards him and saw that he was smiling at her. It was a comforting smile that, without words told her that he would be OK if she didn't want to date him, that he just wanted to see her happy.
Then Gwen knew what she had to do.
"You...Soft and only.
You...Lost and lonely.
You...
Just like Heaven."
Gwen walked up to Trent and after wrapping her arms around his neck, planted a long kiss on his lips.
Just as the song ended, The Cure began to cheer at the sight.
"Looks like our work is done, mates." Robert said.
The rest of the group agreed.
"I just love happy endings." Simon said.
"Me too, mate." The rest of the group said in unison.
The band huddled together and cried in happiness as the musician and the goth kissed.
"What a bunch of whimps." Duncan muttered.
"I agree." Courtney replied.
