I always feel like I should put an A/N up here but I have no idea what to say, oh! one thing is sorry for not updating in a little bit, I'm just busy with end of the year testing and other boring stuff, anyway lets continue to story:

Courtney's POV:

"Hmmmm," I hummed contently as I snuggled up to my warm pillow. I hugged my pillow to the point of suffocating it and I started to drift back to sleep.

"Hey! Are you trying to kill me?" A voice said, my eyes shot open and I saw that not only was I not in my room, but I was also snuggling up to Duncan instead of my pillow. I looked around and I saw we were in the park, how we got there, I don't remember but all I knew was I was way too close to Duncan. I quickly let go of my grip on Duncan and hurried to get off of him.

"Morning, sunshine." He said.

"You, were cuddling me!"

"I was calmly lying on my back, YOU were cuddling up to me."

"You are such an ogre!"

"I've been called worse."

"Ugh!" And with that I turned to storm off.

"What are you so mad about; you were the one that kissed me!" Duncan called out.

"What are you-" I stopped and remembered, he was right...I hate not being right. I was the one who kissed him first. It's bad enough that he was right but what's even worse is that I actually enjoyed the kiss. His lips were so soft and warm, its taking a lot to stop myself from just jumping on him and making out. I turned around and looked at him. His eyes were so stunning; I could see the dazzling teal color all the way from where I was standing.

We didn't say anything we just looked at each other, carefully studying each other.

"You want me." He said out of nowhere.

"What?"

"You," He pointed at me. "Want. Me." He said now pointing at himself.

"No I don't!"I objected.

"Oh please, its written all over your face, the way your legs are stiffly standing next to each other, the way your twiddling with your thumbs, how you're not sure of what to do with your arms so their awkwardly resting on your sides, and the how you're so anxious to be near me your biting your lip, it couldn't be any more obvious."

I took a quick look at myself: Stiff legs? Yep. Twiddling with thumbs? Yep. Awkward Arms? Yep. Biting lip? Yep. I was about to protest but one genius thought crossed my mind: Screw it, I have feelings for that crazy delinquent!

Duncan was still sitting on the ground, he was wearing a "I'm right" smirk, but for once I didn't care that I was wrong, I liked being wrong, hell, I loved it. Duncan stood up and looked at me confused because I hadn't denied my feelings for him, or that I yelled some insulting name at him.

I ran over to him, and he flinched because he probably expected me to kick him or inflict some sort of pain. But instead of doing what I would've normally done, which would be kick him where the sun don't shine, I ran to him and hugged him, as tightly as I possibly could. He stopped flinching and unsurely started to put his hands around me. After he eased into what was happening he brought me closer and he held me tighter. He was so warm and his being in his arms was just the most amazing thing.

After a little bit, thunder could be heard and cold drops of rain started to fall on my head. I looked up at the sky and saw clouds starting to form; it's never rained in Poshly Heights. There's never even been a cloud in the sky before. It was always perfectly sunny, at just the right temperature. Rain was an imperfection, and nothing was imperfect in this town. A rain drop hit my nose and I laughed, I forgot how good rain felt. I snuggled my face back into Duncan's chest but he lifted my chin and gazed at me with those mesmerizing teal eyes.

He hoisted me up so that my legs were wrapped around his waist and now he was the one looking up at me. I cupped his face in my hands and we kissed, it was just like the scene from the movie the Notebook, except better. The rain started to come on harder, but we didn't care. We just stayed in the perfection of the moment. After a little bit we started shivering and Duncan had started to sneeze. I laughed, "How about we go inside before we get sick."

"There's Courtney for you, always concerned about health."

"Shut up." He carried me bridal style to my house, I reached for the door knob and tried to twist it. It didn't move in even the slightest, "Oh crap! I forgot my door is still messed up."

"No problem." Duncan said as he backed up and proceeded to kick my door down.

"Duncan!" I hit his chest, which was surprisingly firm.

"What?" He said defensively.

"Uh...my door!"

"Oh come on, Princess; for once choose passion over responsibility."

I sighed, "Fine...I guess you're right, which I don't like."

"You know you love it."

"Right, as if." Duncan smirked and carried me upstairs to my room. He laid me on the bed and kissed me gently. I laid on my back as he laid next to me on his stomach. He twirled my hair and gave me light kisses on my jaw. His kisses trailed from my jaw up until he gave me a light kiss on the lips. He kissed me again and again until our kiss became deep and passionate, even though there was loud rain and thunder the night was just perfect.

I woke up in the morning and Duncan's arms were wrapped around me. I looked up at him and kissed his nose lightly, I slowly got out of bed, being careful not to wake him up. I opened the window and gasped. I heard Duncan shift around and he slowly opened his eyes," Mmmmmmmm, whats going on?" He said hazily.

"Look," I said pointing out the window. Duncan got out from under the covers and walked over to where I was. He tiredly rubbed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair.

He glimpsed out the window and put his arms around my waist, "This is just the last step, Court." Step five: people slowly disappear and following that bigger objects just fade away. Outside the window was bare gray. The houses collapsed, the sky was gray, the streets were barren and thick fog engulfed the sky. I turned around to hug Duncan but he was gone.

"Duncan?" I asked worriedly. "If this is a joke it's not funny." I looked around the room and then around the house and he wasn't anywhere. I walked out onto the street and called out his name, but not a soul could be heard. For a brief second I saw something flash before my eyes, but I couldn't tell what it was. I shrugged it off, but then it happened again, except this time the flash was longer.

I couldn't make out what it was, but I could see it better than I could last time. Again something flashed, this time I could see it was a room, but then I was returned to the dark, empty street. This happened continually, the flashes slowly got longer, I was confused until I finally figured out what was going on: And finally after everything has been stripped from you, you start to see a change of worlds, you'll start going from this place to the real world you'll keep flashing in and out of it until you finally wake and see where you've really been all of this time.

Eventually the flash got long enough that I could walk and interact into the room. It was an operating room, I was lying on the hospital bed and many different cords were attached to me. I heard the steady beat of the heart rate monitor that was next to my bed. I ripped off the cords and walked around the room. Everything was dark blue and there was a single, flickering light bulb hanging from a thin cord on the ceiling.

I looked down and saw I was wearing a hospital robe. I ventured around the room and peeked out to look in the hallway. The hallway led both right and left, both hallways were pitch black at the end. I decided to do the most idiotic thing, and turned left and walked down the pitch black hallway.

After a little bit the hallway was slightly lit by barely-there lights on the ceiling. I saw many different rooms and I peered into the window of one of the rooms, there was a young boy, lying on the hospital bed, he was wearing the same thing as me, except he was obviously unconscious, he looked exhausted, I wondered if he was in his 'perfect world'.

I felt bad for him, I wondered if he had someone to help him escape his supposedly perfect world. I kept thinking about that until I started hearing voices, "Hey! She's gone! We have to find her! Go, go, go!"

Crap! I'm guessing I'm the 'she' that their looking for, I started running down the hall, when I realized Duncan was still here. I had to save him. I continued to run down the hallway, looking through the windows of different operating rooms as I went.

"Hey! I hear her, come on!" I heard them getting closer. At the end of the hallway I saw a giant glass window, I squinted my eyes to see who was in that room. As I got closer I saw Duncan sleeping restlessly on the hospital bed. I ran even faster, but as I was running I heard the people chasing me get painfully close. I felt a sharp pinch, but I didn't think much of it, I kept running and running, and just as I was getting close to Duncan's operating room, the hallway started to disappear, and it was getting replaced with white picket fences and perfectly green lawns.

"No! No! Duncan! No!" I yelled as I saw the real world fading away and the fake world starting to take over. I approached the door to Duncan's room. I quickly turned the knob but when I opened the door I saw Poshley Heights. I felt something on my arm and I saw a syringe stuck in my arm. "No, no, no, no." I said as I realized the sharp pinch I had felt was them giving me a shot of sedatives. I was asleep again and I have no idea when I'll wake up again.

I saw Bridgette walking up to her house, and her hands were full of groceries, "Hey Court, could you help me with this?" She asked as she struggled to get out her keys.

"No..." I said almost inaudibly.

"What?"

"I said no you stupid, fake, piece of sick imagination! Go away!" I screeched at her.

I slammed my door, and I saw that my door knob had reappeared. I opened and closed the door continually opening it just so I could slam it closed.

Aw poor Courtney she was so close, what will happen next? Find out next week or two weeks from now! I would update sooner but I'm really busy, dont forget to review! Its the nicest thing you could possibly do!