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A/N: I know the last chapter was posted on the same day as the one before that... I hope you got to read both! Please review if you haven't already! Enjoy!
Courtney stared up at the jailhouse that loomed before her. As she stared up at it, a weird feeling came before her. It was uncomfortable, and it felt almost depressing. She wanted to become a lawyer after college, and was wondering if every jailhouse would make her feel this way.
True, she was also very happy at the moment. She was there to pick up Duncan, who had been in jail since Monday. She had seen him on Saturday and Sunday, and she would have stayed until Monday, but she knew she would get incredibly emotional if she accompanied him there. They were both strangely getting emotional over him going to jail. She had cried several times just thinking about it, and she could tell he was getting upset by going. They both had told each other they knew he wasn't going to die, but in the back of her head, she wasn't so sure. She heard about the horror stories about people dying in jail, and she was afraid someone, who probably had a life-sentence there, would get pissed off by him and hit him one too many times.
She grabbed her phone and checked the time: three P.M. on the dot. He had told her to pick him up then when they had spoken on the phone the previous day. She told he could just call her instead of her visiting, since the idea of her visiting him in jail tended to make her uncomfortable.
She stepped inside the jailhouse and walked up to the front desk. "Hello," she softly said, looking over the desk and at the woman who sat behind it.
"Hello," the woman said, smiling. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm here to pick up my boyfriend," Courtney said, her voice strangely soft.
"And what's his name?" the woman asked, positioning herself so she could type in the name that Courtney presented to her.
"Duncan Evans," Courtney said, watching the woman as she typed in the name.
The woman nodded. She looked at Courtney and smiled. "He's just on the other side of these doors, checking out. If you'll have a seat in any of these chairs over here, he should be out in just a few minutes."
Courtney smiled and said, "Thank you." She walked over to the chairs. She sat in one that was in the middle of the room, but was at the end of the row. She stared down at her hands, which were resting in her lap. She stared down at her manicured nails, examining them for dirt or any other dirty spots. She had only worn fake, French-manicured nails one other time, and that was when she was thirteen. She then ran her hands through her now long hair.
She sighed, reminiscing on the events that led to her getting her nails and hair done. She hadn't though about getting extensions or getting her nails done just to impress Duncan. She didn't need to think about changing her physical appearance in order to impress her boyfriend.
Of course, her Mom thought otherwise.
Courtney didn't mean for her Mom to find out Duncan was in jail, but she didn't think her Mom would casually be listening in on her phone conversation with Bridgette, either.
"How long until he gets out of jail?" Bridgette exclaimed.
"Only two more days," Courtney muttered. She groaned and said, "God, Bridge... Duncan didn't even deserve to go to jail, either! His friend... ugh, I hope he's not friends with him anymore..."
"Oh, I hope not, either. Why would your friend stab you in the back like that?"
"I don't know," Courtney sighed. She was about to say something else when a knock was heard at her door.
"Courtney?"
Courtney's face instantly paled. It was her Mom outside of her door, and she probably heard her daughter's entire conversation. "Bridgette, let me call you back..." she murmured, instantly hanging up her phone. She stood up and walked over to her door. She opened it and wore a cool facade as she asked her Mom, "Yes?"
"Can we talk for a moment?" her Mom softly asked.
Courtney slowly nodded. As she opened her door, she knew her suave facade was slowly fading. "What did you want to talk about?" she asked, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Your boyfriend," her Mom said, staring down at her daughter expectantly.
Courtney instantly looked down. She stared at the floor and softly asked, "What about-"
"Is he really in jail?" her Mom quickly asked.
Courtney continued staring at the floor for a few seconds, already feeling her emotional wall breaking down. This was the end of her's and Duncan's relationship, she already knew it. She looked up at her Mom and nodded. "He is."
Her Mom laughed, much to her surprise. It wasn't a laugh that read, "Oh, you're so funny!" It was cynical, sarcastic. "That's great, Courtney," her Mom murmured. "You're dating a convict."
"He'll probably be able to get this expunged from his record," Courtney quickly quipped. She wasn't even so sure about that herself, for she barely did any research on it.
"That may be nice," her Mom started. "But it'll be hard for us to forget that your boyfriend went to jail. How long has he been in there?"
"Since Monday," Courtney muttered. "He leaves on Friday. You know, it wasn't even his fault. His 'friend' basically backstabbed him."
"Why do you continue to even go out with him, sweetie?" her Mom softly asked.
Her Mom being so blunt like that shocked Courtney the most. Her Mom had never asked that about either of her ex-boyfriends. Well, she barely knew about the first one, but her Mom absolutely adored her previous boyfriend. Yes, her Mom was shocked about their break-up, but didn't say anything like, "You didn't deserve to be with him."
"I'm still with him because I love him," Courtney simply said.
Her Mom frowned. "We just talked about this, darling, you're just going through-"
"I'm not going through a stage, Mom!" Courtney said, exasperated. "I went through my 'puppy love' stage when I was with Josh. I thought I loved him, and I thought he loved me, but that wasn't exactly the case."
Her Mom stared at her for a few seconds before firmly questioning, "And you know it is with Duncan?"
"Yes." Courtney nodded before adding, "Like I just told you, I love him. And, I know he loves me, too. I know he isn't lying when he says that to me."
Her Mom nodded before sighing. She reached over and softly ran her hand through her daughter's hair. "I just don't want you getting hurt," she softly said.
Courtney smiled at her Mom. "Thank you."
Her Mom smiled and nodded at her daughter. "Of course. Now, what do you say for a girl's day out tomorrow? We can go shopping, or go to the salon..."
"A trip to the salon sounds nice..." Courtney murmured, shrugging.
Her Mom smiled and said, "You can get your nails done, and even get some hair extensions..."
"What? Why?" Courtney quickly asked, raising an eyebrow.
"So you can look even more beautiful when you see your boyfriend on Friday," her Mom explained.
Courtney absent-mindedly ran a hand through her hair. "I have always wanted long hair..." she murmured. She kind of had long hair when she was a child, but hasn't had long hair in over ten years. Her hair hadn't gone past her shoulders in that time period.
"Well, then it's decided," her Mom said. As she walked out of Courtney's room, she said, "We'll leave at eight. I heard extensions can take a while."
"Courtney... Oh, Princess..."
Courtney snapped out of her daze. She looked up and saw her boyfriend leaning against the front counter. She instantly grinned as she stood up and quickly made her way over to her boyfriend. Her smile got bigger as he began to smile. She instantly wrapped her arms around his neck, tightening her grip when he wrapped his arms around her waist and began to spin her lightly. She giggled, causing him to chuckle.
He put her down and stepped back lightly, just staring at her. He immediately noticed the difference her hair and told her, "Did you get extensions?"
She nodded. "Mom insisted," she told him.
"I like your hair," he said, smiling as he ran his hands through her hair. He chuckled before adding, "It's not the cheap stuff, either."
She rolled her eyes, smirking. She subconsciously leaned into his touch, her emotions going haywire at his soft touch. Their heated kiss at the park outside of the museum was the most stimulating thing to happen to them in almost two months. The few days they spent together before he left for jail was time for reminiscing and just talking. Sure, they had their fair share of kisses and soft touches, but nothing got too passionate or heated.
"Come on," he suddenly said, removing his hand from her hair and softly patting her shoulder.
"Do you want to go home?" she asked as they walked outside and away from the jail.
"Not really," Duncan said, chuckling lightly. He reached over and grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers. "How about you and I grab something to eat first? Then we can head back to my house."
Courtney smiled, happily lacing her fingers through his. "Okay. Maybe you should call your parents first, though?"
"They knew we'd be hanging out," he said, shrugging. "It's not like you picking me up is a surprise."
She rolled her eyes. "Fine. Where do you want to go?"
"I'm hungry... like, starving. The food here was shit."
"I'm sure it was," she muttered as she stepped into her car.
"Uh, it was," he persisted, shutting his door. "It wasn't as unique as Chef's food, but it was bland and horrible and... ugh. It was terrible. And the portions were small, which, you know me, I like my food, and I like lots of it..."
"Where do you want to go?" Courtney interrupted, smirking as she glanced over at her boyfriend.
"Hmm..." He pursed his lips, placing a finger to them. "Let's just head to Chili's."
"You sure do like that place," Courtney murmured.
"Oh, you're just mad that I don't like Friday's."
"I barely like Friday's, sweetheart."
"Same here... no offense."
"What? I don't cook any of the food, nor did I invent any of it."
"I know, but you work there."
"Whatever." She then paused before asking, "Can I ask you a question?"
He paused before returning with, "Sure?"
"Do you have a job?"
"Kinda."
"What do you mean?"
"I do odd-jobs here and there."
"What kind of 'odd-jobs'?"
"Sometimes I help out my parents at their job. They'll ask me to organize or whatever. Sometimes I'll help out Nonna. She'll ask me to serve or whatever. Well, sometimes I'll clean her house, and she usually pays me top dollars to do that..."
"No wonder your room is moderately clean," she muttered, her voice hinting with sarcasm and tease.
"Ha, ha." He smirked. "You're right, though."
"Oh, sweetie!"
Duncan sighed as he was engulfed in a hug by his Ma. He rested his head on her shoulder and softly patted her back. "Oh, Ma..."
"How was jail?" she bluntly asked, her voice filled with concern.
"Fun," he muttered, his voice full of sarcasm. "I had the time of my life..."
His Mom softly laughed, causing him to smirk in return. "Oh, I bet you did. Did you make any friends?"
"Yep... then he punched me."
"WHAT!" his Mom instantly exclaimed, pushing her son away from her. She kept a firm grip on his arms and stared at his face. "WHERE DID HE HIT YOU AT?"
He rolled his eyes and let out a loud sigh. He was grateful that his girlfriend were outside, or she would be freaking out as well. He wriggled out of his Ma's embrace and lifted up the side of his shirt. On his side was a light brown and purple bruise, which was the size of an apple.
"Oh, my God," his Mom gasped, bending down and softly grazing her hand over his bruise.
He hissed in pain, lightly swatting her hand away. "Don't touch it," he murmured.
She let out a sigh, standing up and patting his arm. "You got into a jail fight."
He groaned. "Ma, doesn't say it like that..." he whined.
"It's true!" she pointed out. "Good thing your Father isn't here..."
"I still don't quite remember what happened," Duncan admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "I remember talking to this one dude and then I woke up later with some guard's staring at me like I was the biggest idiot in the world."
"You have to watch your anger, sweetie," his Mom muttered. She smiled at him and gave his arm a final squeeze as his girlfriend walked in.
"Who'd you call?" Duncan asked, smiling at his girlfriend.
"Bridgette," Courtney said, returning the smile.
"Thank you for picking up Duncan today," Mrs. Evans softly said, walking over to Courtney and giving her a hug.
Courtney slowly wrapped her arms around Duncan's Mom. She looked over at Duncan, confused. Duncan just shrugged. He then winked at her and gave her two thumbs up. She rolled her eyes and said to his Mom, "You're welcome."
"Your Father told me to tell you how sorry he is that he couldn't be here," his Mom said, letting go of Courtney and turning towards her son.
"He's at a conference, right?" When his Mom nodded, he said, "I don't care."
"He wanted to be here when you got out of jail..."
"So he could lecture me?" Duncan snapped.
"Duncan..." his Mom warned.
"What?" he muttered.
Mrs. Evans sighed and looked over at Courtney. Her son's girlfriend was awkwardly standing there. Her hand held onto her opposite arm as she looked down. Mrs. Evans frowned and said, "I'm sorry about our little tiff, Courtney."
Courtney instantly looked up, smiling. "It's okay," she said, placing her hands behind her back.
Mrs. Evans stared at Courtney for a few moments before saying, "Darling... Does your hair grow really quickly?"
Duncan snorted as Courtney softly laughed. "Aah, no... I, uhh, got some extensions a few days ago..."
"Oh, you look so pretty!" his Mom exclaimed, smiling happily.
Courtney sheepishly laughed, tucking some hair behind her ear. "Thank you..." she murmured, her face turning pink.
Mrs. Evans smiled and said, "I've never had any of those... How do they feel?"
"They hurt a bit the first day," Courtney admitted. "It feels pretty natural now, though."
"Natural, eh?" Duncan teased, earning a gasp from Courtney.
Mrs. Evans laughed, shaking her head. "Oh, you two," she murmured. "Well, I'm going to get ready for work now." She turned to Courtney and said, "You know you're welcome to stay here as long as you need to."
Courtney softly smiled. "Thank you," she softly said.
"So..." Duncan started, walking over to his girlfriend and wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"Hmm?" Courtney smirked up at Duncan, resting her hands on his arms.
"I've got some beer in the fridge..." He laughed as she made a disgusted face. "Oh, babe. I'm of legal age now! And we're not going anywhere. We can drink a little..."
She rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine. I'll have a few sips. Then what?"
He smirked, running his hands down her sides. "Well..."