Courtney and Duncan were immediately sent to the retirement home the following morning. they checked in and took a seat on a nearby couch to wait for thir first volunteering assignment.
Duncan: sooo...
Courtney: dont talk to me
Duncan: what do you have against me? -smirk-
Courtney: are you trying to be funny? what do i have against you? well.. your piercings, your hair, your clothes, your behavior..
Duncan: ouch. if my ego wasnt this big, that woulda hurt babe
Courtney: do you act like a cocky flirt to every girl who backtalks you or what
Duncan: i dont know.. your the only one who has.
Laney: hello dears you must be.. Duncan and Courtney. thank you for volunteering at the riterment home. it truly means a lot.
Laney is a plump short woman with insane, curly red hair and burning green eyes. she strongly resembled an older Izzy and Courtney chuckled at the thought.
Laney: anyways, today, being your first day, your on kitchen duty! which is.. over there -points-
they all walk over to the kitchen, Duncan checking out Courtney's ass from behind.
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Gwen: i dont really know you but first things first.. keep your distance. i dont like.. funny guys got it? -scowls-
Trent: its cool. i understand -smiles-
Gwen: -to herself- who does he think he is anyways?
They arrive at the music store to find that it was totally to Gwen's liking. A tall gothic teenage boy walks over to them as introduces himself.
Cam: im Cam.. i own this dump. -sigh- so your volunteering i see.
Gwen: uh.. yah?
Cam: snarky.. i like that in a chick.
Gwen: umm sure. -blushes-
Trent: look man. just show us what to do and well be on our way..
Cam: no no.. its cool. Trent right? you can work over there..
Cam points to the corner where all the posters were
Cam: organize all the posters will you? and Gwen.. you can assist me at the register -winks-
Trent: -to himself- who does he think he is!? i mean.. hes Gwen's type i guess but shes.. mine! wait. i dont even know the girl that well. what am i saying..?
Gwen: cool.
Cam takes her hand and walks over to the cash register, leaving Trent alone in the corner by himself.
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Courtney: ugh. careful your big paws dont ruin the pastry!
Duncan: careful your uptight butt doesnt curdle the custard
Courtney: oh ha. ha.
Duncan: so how about while were waiting for these to bake.. we make out?
Courtney: ew!
Courtney throws the bowl of custard at Duncan's face at takes a sample to taste it
Courtney: how about you go clean up and ill finish the pastry.
Duncan: -to himself- oh this means war babe.
After washing up, Duncan walks back into the kitchen to find that flour was all over the floor and a mini fire was in the overn.
Duncan: pfft. and you call yourself a high class prep. you cant even handle a few deserts!
Courtney: shuttup! im just not that good with this okay?
Duncan: -smirk- ill help you with this mess.. but you owe me
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It was about half an hour of sorting posters by numbers and Trent couldnt take it anymore. he walked over to the other corner where he found a guitar.
Trent: awesome.
Trent picks it up and starts playing one of his own songs until somebody comes around the shelf
Gwen: what song is that? i dont think ive ever heard it before
Trent: oh.. i uh. made it -blushes-
Gwen: it was.. really good Trent. you done with the posters?
Trent: yah.. hows um.. Cam?
Gwen: oh he seems pretty.. cool -fake smiles-
just on cue, Cam steps around the bend to see Gwen with Trent
Cam: whats going on here? i never allowed this.
Trent: its cool man. were just talking..
Cam pulls Gwen closer by grabbing her tiny waist.
Gwen: -to herself- this cannot be happening..
Cam: Gwen? could you uh.. count the money in the reguster? i think somethings.. wrong with the system.
Gwen trudges off leaving Cam and Trent alone.
Cam: look kid. Gwens MINE. and if i ever EVER catch you again with her.. ill kill you. understand?
he grabs Trent's collar
Trent: i wouldnt do that if i were you.. Gwen seems pretty scared of you
Cam: she is not! dont you ever say that again. now go back to organizing the posters.. poserboy
with that, Cam walks away to Gwen..smiling to himself
