A/N- Okay, I've found some MORE time to write another chapter! I got asked. SO, hope you like!
Disclaimer: I don't own TDI or the characters. I do own: The plot, Mark, Sophia, and the fish.
Duncan's parents asked me to babysit again. Of course I said yes! It's a good payment and it's easy! And Duncan would be there.
Once I got to the door, his mom and dad were just getting their coats on.
"Thank you Courtney! You were an expert last time, so hopefully this time would be a snap!" The dad said.
"And Mark's been a little bratty lately, so hopefully you can handle it," The mom whispered to me. I gulped. I remembered how Mark was last time. And I didn't like it. It made me mad.
"Don't worry, I can handle anything. You know, I was a C.I.T," I told her.
"Yeah, yeah, you were a counselor. Now, I have to go. Here's 20 bucks for pizza," The dad said, and handed me 20 bucks. "Make sure you order from Pizza palace. The boys love that kind. Now, goodbye Courtney!!" He said, and shuffled out the door, followed by the wife.
"Boys! Down here!!" I yelled as soon as I heard the car pull out. They came down.
"Princess!" Duncan said, and hugged me. I pushed him.
"Don't call me that!" I snapped.
Duncan and I have been in touch ever since I babysat last time. We talked twice by phone and once in person. He asked me out, but I told him about my parents, who were lawyers. He surprisingly was okay with that.
"Well, how's life?" He asked, and plopped on the couch, He grabbed my wrist, and pulled me down next to him.
"Okay. I've got electives coming up," I said. He nodded.
"I almost forgot about high school, since my parents don't trust me there and they home school me," He said. I nodded.
"And why don't they trust you?" I asked.
"Um.... you're talking to a juvie dude, remember? A guy who has a knife collection in his supposed underwear drawer?" He said. Eww.
"This is going to be my only time asking this, but where do you keep your underwear?" I asked.
"In my sock drawer," He replied with a laugh. I cringed.
"You're not organized, are you?" I asked. He shook his head. Okay, I'll admit I'm a neat freak, and had a huge tendency to go up to his room and organize it. But he'd probably mess it up again, and I would've done all that work for nothing. Stupid criminal.
"So, what's for dinner?" Duncan asked.
"Pizza. I'm going to order right now," I said, and picked up my cell phone. "Hello, pizza palace? Yes. I would like 1 cheese and one pepperoni," I said., and paused. "How much?" Pause. "That's outrageous for 2 pizzas!" Pause. "I was a C.I.T! You should give me a discount!" Pause. "Thank you." Pause. "20 bucks." Pause "19.99?" Pause. "Okay, thank you!" I hung up. Duncan looked at me like I was crazy. "What? I just ordered 2 pizzas for 20 bucks!" He rolled his eyes.
"2 key terms. 20 bucks and pizza palace. 20 Bucks is horrible, and so is pizza palace," He said. I rolled my eyes.
"Live with it Duncan," I said. He sighed.
"Fine, but you have to promise me something," He said. I sighed.
"What?" I asked.
"Kiss me," He mumbled just enough that I could hear.
"Eww! Why would-" I was cut off by Duncan kissing me. He tore it apart.
"So, there's your promise!" I snapped, and walked away to find Mark.
(A/N- If there is no line above, this is the line. Lol)
Mark was sitting on his bed in his room, reading a book. He looked so innocent. Now why would his mom say he's a devil if he looks like an angel?
"Hey Courtney," Mark said.
"Hi Mark," I said, and walked in. He had splattered paint on his side wall, and colored on the other. Talk about creative. "So, I like your room."
"Thanks. I did it one night when my parents had to bail Duncan out of juvie last week," He said. Hmm, this was new.
"What happened?" I asked him.
"Something about putting a bra on the statue city," He replied with a laugh. I rolled my eyes. Well, someone had explaining to do.
"Well... you're brother is plain stupid," I said. He nodded in agreement.
"So, go look at the picture frame I put up," he said, and pointed to the wall that was actually it's original color. Went up, and saw something carved in it, very small.
"C plus D?" I asked myself out loud.
"Huh?" Mark said. I forgot he was in the room.
"The carvings in this," I told him. He came to look, but saw no carvings.
"Courtney, I don't see any. Maybe it's your imagination." I laughed.
"My G.P.A is 4.0, and you're saying I'm imagining things? You're crazy," I said, and went downstairs to wait for the pizza.
When I got downstairs, someone had set the table, put out drinks, and laid out the pizza on the table. There was a note on the fridge.
"'Went on motorcycle. Be back tomorrow morning or late tonight. Duncan,'" I read aloud. Great, I'm stuck here with Mark. Oh gee, thank you Duncan.
"Mark! Dinner!" I yelled to him. He didn't come down. "Mark! Now!" I tried again. No answer. "Mark, you better get your small butt down here or I'll call your mom!!" I threatened. Just then, a thomp was heard from the stairs. I saw Mark, crouched down, like he just landed. Then, I remembered there's a stairwell with a banister. He jumped from there! "Mark!"
"What? I came down like you asked. Yum, I smell pizza. Cheese or pep?" He wondered aloud, and went to the table.
Once he got his pizza, which was pepperoni, he opened his soda. He had shaken it, and it exploded.
"Aw, shit!" He yelled. I turned around from my book.
"Watch your language," I told him. He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," He mumbled. Oh, there's the devil part. I should've seen this coming!!
"Mark! Don't whatever me!" I snapped. Just then, someone knocked on the door. I opened it, and a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes was there. She reminded me of my friend Bridgette.
"Is Mark here?" She asked. I nodded.
"Mark! Visitor!" I yelled. He came over, with a fish bowl in his hands. A fish was in it.
"Here Sophie," He said, and handed her the fishbowl.
"Where'd you get that?" I asked.
"Oh, Clarko? At the fish store yesterday. He's a birthday present for Sophie," Mark said. Hmm....
"Oh! You're Sophie! The one Mark talks non-stop about!" I said. The two looked at me, then Sophie looked at Mark.
"Um, thanks for the fish Mark. I have to go. See you on Monday," She said, and scooted out of the door. Mark looked at me.
"Why'd you do that!?" He boomed.
"You were being an evil brat," I replied with a snicker.
"Courtney! I've had enough! It's on!" He yelled, and walked out of the room. Considering the fact that he's been evil and bratty, I was actually kind of afraid of what he was going to do.
Oh! Cliffhanger! Yes, I made this into a story. But I'm keeping the title. You'll see why xD Review and read!
~Tdiharter