Disclaimer: I DO NOT own TDI or the TDI characters. Whoo-hoo! Thanks for reading the second chapter! This one's kinda slow. Don't worry, though. It's funny, and it's gonna keep getting interesting! I dunno but I think this one might be pushing the T rating a bit, too. Maybe, maybe not. I just don't wanna get in trouble. PEACE

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Duncan

Her dad looked down at me just as I was about to jump off and land on the grass. "Well, well. Mr. Michaels."

I glanced around and stared up at him quietly. Shit. "Uh, hey, Mr. Castillo. How's it goin'?"

"Mr. Michaels–"

"Duncan."

He scowled down at me for interrupting him. God, I just hated it when people called me 'Mr. Michaels'. You know how much that creases me? "Duncan," he tried again, "why don't you come up here and GET A BULLET TO THE HEAD?!" He turned purple, gripping the windowsill so tight, it looked like it might break apart in his hands.

Oooh. Harsh. "I'd rather not, sir," I called up.

"YOU BETTER!"

"Daddy!" Courtney shrieked. "Stop it!"

I started to climb back up when he turned around to fight with her, knowing that I was risking my face. Eh. I didn't really care.

"–told what to do by a teenager!" Mr. Castillo was yelling. "He doesn't know what's best for you! He's just using you for sex!"

Court gasped. "You don't even know him! How can you be so sure of someone if you don't even know who they are?"

"Oh, I know what his type are like," he growled back. "Like I said: he's just using you for sex."

"That's not true! He hasn't once mentioned that to me!" Okay, that was a lie (a BIIIG lie), but at least she was keeping a straight face. Before we started getting serious, she was so god awful at lying. Now, well, let's just say that I've taught her well.

"That's bull," Mr. Castillo threw back at her.

"Everything you say is bull!"

"Don't you talk back to me, young lady!"

"I can do whatever the heck I want! Might I remind you that I am now a legal adult, Daddy?"

I had just reached the top and peered in. She was giving him one of those looks of triumph that I loved so much. Her dad, on the other hand, just looked angrier, fists clenched. God, what I'd give to have a gun in my jacket right now...

Stop it! my guts barked. This is Courtney's dad! Killing him would be against...the boyfriend rules!

I frowned and nodded to myself. Eh, I could live with that.

"And what's that got to do with this?" Mr. Castillo demanded.

"Everything!" Courtney was stomping around her room, hands on her head. "You can't just not allow me to have a boyfriend, an-and a life, it's..." She shot a look of disgust in his direction. "...it's not right! I deserve to be happy, don't I?"

Her dad softened a bit. "Of course, honey." Then his voice turned sour and dick-like again. "But not with him."

"But that's not fair! I love him!"

Aaaw. She said she loved me. Aaah, yeah. Y'all heard it. And I'm guessing so did her dad.

"You don't love him," he moaned. "And he doesn't love you. Do I have to say it again? He's just–"

"–using me for sex," Courtney finished. "Daddy! C'mon! Whadda you have against Duncan, anyway?"

"He's a punk! He wears those leather pants, has that god awful haircut! He's no good, and how is having him by your side going to help get you into a brilliant college?"

I nodded behind him. Yeah, I loved my leather pants. And my do. Oh yeah, green is my color. I stared at Courtney as tears started leaking from her eyes one by one. I hated seeing her torn between me and her family. If she didn't have to make a choice, she's be a lot happier right now. What if I was just out of the picture completely? She'd get everything she wanted out of life, without me screwing it up for her.

But wait. Courtney has to grow up and be her own person sometime. And she loves me. She's making the choice to be with me and nothing her parents do or say can stop her.

"I don't care what you say," she yelled at him. "I'm going to continue seeing him, and you can't stop me." Alright, Princess! Way to show that fatass who's boss!

"Not in this home!" Mr. Castillo screeched. "In this house, you live under my rules! You are not going to even speak to him again. He's a bad influence, a biker gang-banger! He'll ruin your future, your career!"

I wrinkled my nose behind him and snorted. "What's wrong with me?" I shouted. If anything, there was somethin' wrong with this guy.

He spun around and pushed me off the vineyard. Hey, I hadn't even seen it coming. The whole two-story fall was kinda trippy, all the trees and stars flying by and whatnot. Courtney just had to live in a big fancy mansion with three floors with all her fancy, expensive stuff. And I'll tell ya: finding her room was like hell. I hit the grass with a thud, flat on my back. Weeeell, the bottom half of me hit first, then my head slammed back against the ground. Huh. I was just happy I didn't land on and sharp rocks. That'd just make my day, wouldn't it? And I was happy I was still alive.

A/N: Hey! Sorry if some of you are confused. Duncan's falling from 2 stories, but the rest of the house is 3 stories. The sides of Courtney's house are the 2 story parts, then there's a big 3rd floor in between 'em. Confusing, I know.

I cried out like a little whoosie, groaning and grabbing my head.

"There!" Mr. Castillo called down to me. "Now you're getting what you deserve you little prick! Stay away from my daughter or I'm going to kill you!"

"Duncan!" Courtney screamed, pushing her dad out of the way and leaning out the window to make sure I was in one piece. "Oh my god, are you okay?!"

I hesitated, not finding my tongue right away. "H-h-had...worse," I called back up to her.

Courtney shrieked out a loud grunt of frustration.

I looked up at the sky. Stupid stars. All happy and shiny. Screw them. Yeah, they think they have it so great, do ya, stars? Oooh, you make outlines of people I don't believe in. Wow, you're just so f***in' awesome.

God, what the hell am I doing? Am I...talking to stars? Holy crap, I must be hurt. Either that or I'm just going crazy.

Courtney

I cried out in frustration. "That's it!"

Daddy scowled at me. "What?"

"What do you mean 'what'?" I asked in disbelief, storming around my room, throwing important things into random boxes and bags.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

"I'm leaving." I pushed past him to my closet, grabbing all my clothes and stuffing them into a suitcase I had on the floor under my clothes.

He just laughed at me. "Where are you going to go?" he scoffed.

I smirked as I packed. "Duncan's apartment." Thank you, Duncan! I can finally get out of here, finally escape the perfect triangle which is my family! Do you know how hard it is to have everything planned out for you? It sucks! Real bad! I don't want to go to law school! I want to be able to hop from job to job and find what I like. I wish I could've helped my sister, Cayla. Mom and Daddy pressured her into going to Med school. When I was thirteen, I found her up in her room crying. She told me that she hated her life and wished she had the courage to kill herself. Luckily, she graduated and got married before that day ever came. Now, she's currently taking some time off of work to raise her 1-year-old daughter, Lizzie, with Mom and Dad looking down on her for having a baby. Fortunately, Cayla decided she had to rule her own life, and that she wasn't going to be pushed around or told what to do anymore. And that's what I was doing right now.

Daddy gasped. "Oh, hell no! You can't live with him! I won't allow it!"

I felt like Cayla would be proud of me; I had to call her once I was outta here. "You said that if I live in this house, I had to follow your rules," I reminded him, smirked again. "This is my of telling you to piss off." I felt kind of bad saying that to my own dad, but he deserved it. I grabbed my suitcase and couple bags I had packed, heading for my door.

Daddy grabbed my hand and my head snapped back to glare at him. "What?" I hissed.

"Please, don't go,"he pleaded. "Think about your future! Think of everything you're throwing away!"

I frowned. "Yeah, I'm throwing away awful parents and an awful life. Hmm, I'm really screwing up." He hated sarcasm but who cares! I glanced out the window. "Meet me at the front door!"

Duncan was still on the ground, rambling. After a moment of mental preparation, he stood stiffly, looking up at me. "Kay."

I took the stairs two at a time, jumping off the landing and planting my feet by the front door.

Mom came rushing in from the kitchen, a mug in her hand. "What is going on?!" she yelled.

I gave her a small frown, grabbing the dead-bolt and unlocking the door. "I'm leaving," I said quietly.

Mom gasped, Daddy glaring at me harshly. "If you walk out that door," he said, "don't expect to be welcome back."

"I don't."

Duncan walked up just then, grabbing one of my bags and slinging it over his shoulder. "You're gonna love my place," he said with a grin.

"Let's not talk about it now," I whispered, looking back at my family one more time. Jason had joined Mom and Dad, looking at me with sad eyes. "Courtney, don't leave," he said.

"Good-bye." And with that, I walked out to the car with Duncan at my side. Who cared what they think. I was going to be happy, and no one could stop me.

A/N:

Me: You like it?

Courtney: What do you have against my parents? They're...nice.

Duncan: Yeah, once you get past their pissy attitudes and the crap they serve to you on a freaking silver platter.

Courtney: ...True.

Duncan: I like this chapter 'cause the Princess it gonna be movin' in with me. Giggity giggity goo. (That's a Family Guy thing, not mine!)

Courtney: God, you're such a pig.

Me: Review, or NO MORE CHAPTERS FOR YOU! Oh, and I didn't spell chick it or re-read it, so feel free to point things out. Oh, AND TELL ME YOUR FAVORITE PARTS! I LOOOOVE THAT!