A/N: I Don't own TDI or Most of the characters I'll use. If I DID own TDI Courtney and Duncan would have NEVER broken up on TDA (but thanks the lord they got back together). And also, MTV awards do not belong to me, if they did: Andy Samberg would be host of all of them, oh and he is a real person… who does not belong to me…bummer :(
ITALICS: it will usually be their thoughts, sometimes flashbacks, I'll let you know.
BOLD: i will mostly use it for quotes
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"You could write a book on how to ruin someone's perfect day
Well I get so confused and frustrated
Forget what i'm trying to say, oh"
-Taylor Swift
5:30 p.m.
One cell phone ringing could be heard in the big, almost empty house, and also a pair of clacks from Courtney's heels.
"Where is it? Where is it? Where, where is it?" Ran an already ready Courtney from room to room, that was until she ran into his father Kyle, who was holding her cell phone in his left hand.
"You should reaaaaally put it in just one place" he told her as he walked into the same room he had come from.
"thaaaaaank yoooou" she smile and leave before answering her phone
"Seriously, I'm getting tire of fetching it for you" he yelled from the other room
"Yeah, yeah" she yelled back and then open her phone before it stop ringing.
"Hello?!" she asked
"Uhh… hi, Courtney, it's Trent" Trent, her boyfriend, they had been together for two years, he was the lead singer of the band Nightmare Asylum, and her date to the MTV Movie Awards.
"Oh hi baby! Are you ready yet? What time are you coming?" she asked, with her cheerful voice and her happy smile.
"Umm, yeah, that's why im calling, i-im not going" Her smile faded and he face fell down, once again…because of him, but not because he had canceled, but because she should have seen that coming.
"Oh, w-hy? Is something wrong?" she asked, trying to cover her sadness with concern, which went totally unnoticed by Trent.
"No, no, it's that, the band and I have to go to the studio to record some of the songs and i-im sorry babe"
"N-no, it's okay, it's okay, don't worry" im used to it, she thought for herself
"Are you sure?"
"Totally, I guess I'll just see you another day right?" she said finally, covering every bad emotion that could escape from her lips, replacing them with numbness.
"Right, im sorry hun, see you later bye"
"Bye, I lov-" but he had already hung up, giving one big last sigh she walked into the living room.
"What that Trent?" she heard a voice from behind; she looked back and watched Kyle walking in the room with her purse giving it to her adoptive daughter.
"Yeah, h-he's not coming" she said again with all the numbness she could afford as taking her purse.
"Well you better get going" he said opening the door for her.
"I know, I know" she said as she walked to the limo
"Don't let him get you down once more" he said and walked back inside
"Good evening Miss Courtney" said her middle age old driver and open the door to the limo.
"Good evening Lorne" she said back and the driver shut the limo's door.
'Should have seen this coming, he always turns me down, I can't believe it' where some of the thing she was thinking the whole way, until the screams and the flashes that could be seen from her window told her it was time to force the best smile she could afford for the crowd once out the limo. Although that smile faded once he saw the person that was getting out the next limousine.
"I know I'm searching for something
Something so undefined
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of the blind
In the middle of the night."
-Billy Joel
5:30 p.m.
A Goth girl was calling out his little brothers name all around the house, trying to found him but wasn't succeeding: "Duncan?!, Duncan where the hell are you?!" still no response "Duncan, look I swear im gonna kill you if you don't come out!!" but silence, she thought that was weird, he usually responds to her threats.
Duncan was laying asleep –and drooling- on the couch of his 'secret-room' in the basement, his headphones playing his music up so loud, that it was a shock it didn't woke him up.
Another minute passed by and Duncan was still asleep, still drooling and he was still not being found by his sister, his dream was very interesting to wake up, but it doesn't mean it was not a weird one; Duncan was walking in a dark brick alley, smoke was coming out of the bricks as we continued walking, then he couldn't see anything, but he kept on walking, he felt like he had to find something, like he needed it, very, very much, he reach out his hands in case he bumped into something, which he did, he start touching whatever he had reach out, by the feeling, he could tell it was a brick wall, a dead end.
"SHOUT! SHOUT! SHOUT AT THE DEVIL! SHOUT! SHOUT!" the lyrics were heard so amazingly loud on his 'dream' and ears waking him up from his dream. Quickly he took out his earphones, throwing them aside with a frown appearing on his face.
"Awwrg, shit!" he said rubbing his ears from the pain his iPod had gave him, he looked around and everything was silent, except for the 'loud' music coming from his headphones when he hear his Goth-girl sister
"..?!" he was the only person in the house that knew that they had a basement, and he really wanted to keep it that way, specially to his sister. He got out of the couch and ran upstairs as fast as he could and was Gwen walking his way.
"Duncan What the-" she say walking towards him with a threaten face
"Hey slow your roll, What's the problem?!" he said holding his hands up in defense. She was about to yell at him he knew it, before she did, she took a big deep breath and told him calmly.
"The problem is!: that you have five minutes to leave to MTv's whatever awards!"
"Oh that, nah, I might just skip!" he said Turing around
"Your presenting an award!!!" she yelled again as it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was. Damn.
"Riiiiight!" he said walking to his room
"Where are you going?"
"To my room, Officer. I need to get change don't I?" he said smacking the door once he got inside.
He took about five minutes to change, since his 'loving' sister had pick up the clothe already, if it were for him he would had pick and entirely different outfit just to teach her a lesson, but it was getting to late for that; A white and blue stripped shirt, black jeans and a black vest, he clean his piercings and put them all their place in his face, he ran a hand trough his green hoax-faux and VOILA!.
He saw the white limo was waiting for him once he walked out the door of his mansion, his driver was a bald middle-age man, he had a funny beard, and eyebrows. How can a bald man have so many facial hair?
"Good evening Mr. DeFiore" he said politely
"Whatever" he said getting inside the limousine. Even if it was rude, they were used to this kind of response from him, they had to live with it. Once he got there he notice a lot of flashes and screams, but they hadn't seen him yet, it could only mean one thing…
Hate turns into love, but it can also cut your balls off.
-DramaticRunner
Duncan got out of the limo and look to his right and there she was standing, with her pink with black lace dress, smiling to the crowd, but then she turn to him and her smile faded away, of course. And before he could smile he gave her glares which soon turned into a smirk as his eyes start traveling along her body.
Courtney couldn't believe he had arrived just seconds before her, she saw him giving a glare to her and she gave one back, but his glare soon turned into a smirk, and he saw his eyes roaming all her body. That disgusting, immature pig. She thought, she glared at him even more.
That stuck-up, smarty pants bitch. He thought after seeing her reaction.
In less than three seconds, their smiles were back on both of their faces and turn away from each other, smiling to the cameras; Courtney to the right; Duncan to the left. It wasn't anything new for anybody; everyone knew they practically hate each other since 'The New Year Eve's Incident' as the press likes to call it.
*Flashback*
A fifteen year old Courtney walked in into the huge mansion, there were lights everywhere, the music was loud, and people were talking and dancing. This year she had been invited to Lindsay Roman's special New Year's party. And the party couldn't have been anymore amazing then it already was. Courtney's favorite holiday had to be New Year.
This time, was the first time Courtney had accepted an invitation to one of Lindsay party's. She didn't know it would also be the last one. As she walked through the crowd, she tried to spot someone she knew, or at least someone that look decent enough to talk to. Not that she was a judge, but by the way most of these people were dress, they couldn't expect to be taken seriously, and well, Courtney wasn't really the dace-until-you-can't-get-enough type, she was more of a catch-up-with-friends-and-have-a-good-laugh type, but as far from now, she couldn't find any of her friends. That was until she heard:
"Wha'cha calling me? You skinny white boy" LeShawna. Courtney got just in time to see what was going on, LeShawna was facing with anger at this black and green haired boy, while the redhead Harold and the big guy DJ were trying to hold her down. Next the piercing boy was a blue haired Goth girl. She quickly knew who those two hair-dyed people were: The DeFiores.
"All I said was, that someone was blocking all the view, I never said who, you did that all by your own" he say between laughs
"Ooooh, you asked for it" She say as she threw the weak read her aside. It was time to intervene.
"Hey, woah, what's going on?" Courtney asked
"This little punk here thinks he can mess with little LeSha-!" she scream as she pointed to the teen punk, but was interrupted by him.
"Little!? But you're like-" Now was time for Courtney to interrupt him, no one talked like that to her friends.
"Excuse me, but what the hell is your problem?!" An angry Courtney asked
"My problem? What is your problem? You weren't even in the conversation princess"
"What did you just call me?" she asked getting angrier by the minute
"Mellow your yellow babe, don't act like-" but was interrupted once more, only that this time, it was his annoyed sister.
"Ugh, Duncan, let's just go"
"No, let him finish, what were you about to say?" Courtney asked the green hair boy.
"Don't act like you didn't like me calling you that" he said smirking
"First of all: I hate pet names, and Second of all: no I didn't liked it"
"My god, Are you always such a stuck-up!?"
"Are you always such a jerk!?!?-"
"Okay... Yo, Courtney, calm down gir-" LeShawna tried, but failed.
"Uh' c'mon, slow your roll. Why don't we save ourselves and get to the part in where we furiously make out?" Everybody's eyes widen as those words had came out of his mouth and waited for her reaction. That was it, her limit had been reach. And his member had paid for it.
"bitch…" he squeaked on the floor
"Pig, c'mon guys, let's go talk somewhere else" she said as they all walked off, with amazed eyes following her.
"Duncan, Duncan, Duncan. When are you going to learn" Her sister laugh
"Shut it" he said.
Courtney's favorite holiday had to be New Year, until now.
*End of Flashback*
"Aww, princess, got all dressed up for me, you shouldn't have" he asked teasingly while still smiling and waving to hot fans, she just rolled her eyes and keep on walking and smiling
"Ooh, cold shoulder huh?" Still no response. She didn't want to make a scene, but oh he was begging for it.
"I here I am, thinking that after all these years you would have taken that pole outta your butt" That's it, he wanted a response? He was going to get it.
"And here I am thinking that after all these years you would be less of an immature, egocentric, disgusting pig!" she yelled loud enough for all the cameras to point their way "But I guess we all make mistakes" She say and stomp away, leaving him and his signature smirk to himself.
"The worst thing is the day you realize you want to win more than the players do."
–Gene Mauch
The awards had almost come to an end; they were still two more awards that needed to be given. Best Female Performance and Best Movie. This year, Courtney had been happily nominated in the Best Performance category. And she was very, very excited, not Trent or Duncan could spoil this. Or so she thought.
"And now, ladies, young ladies and gentlemen, her is Duncan DeFiore!" Say Andy Samberg. The camera went from the corner in the one Andy was sitting to the stage in the one Duncan was standing, and the screams and 'I love you's' from the fan girls could be hear perfectly. Courtney rolled her eyes once more, clapped two times with no enthusiasm at all, and So did LeShawna, who was sitting next to her.
"The white boy need to learn a little thing called modesty" she said.
"Even if he did, he would probably forget it" Courtney said and they both laughed, that they didn't even hear the whole speech the punk kid had said
"And the nominees are:"
The all the screens showed the bowling ball hitting the pin as the female voice said "Best Female Performance"
"Angelina Jolie: Wanted" claps and screams
"Anne Hathaway: Bride Wars" A lot of claps and screams
"Kate Winslet: The Reader" Claps and screams
"Taraji P. Henson: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" Claps and a few Screams
"Courtney Garcia: Sequence" claps and a lot of loud screams
Once it was over Duncan had to wait until the screams and howls from crazy and hormonal teen guys to stop. Damn they have it bad for Princess, don't blame them, I mean, if she wasn't such a bitch I would ask her out or something…what, no, im going crazy, well whatever.
"And the winner of Best Female Performance is" he open the envelope, and read the name "Cooooourtney Gaaarcia" He said smirking, giving a look at the amazed brown haired teen.
A/N: Wow, longest chapter I've write in my life! Well, the Disclaimer is on the first Author note. And well, I don't see the MTV Movie awards all the time, so I don't really know that much, I'm based mostly on the 2009 one.
People, PLEASE REVIEW, please, let me now if you like it, suggestions, flames are welcome. But I need to know if this story is liking, either way I might stop writing fanfics…but for now
I'm going on Hiatus. I have a lot of stuff going on here like: since I failed math last year I have to do this HUUUUGE and scary exam, so I have to study math every freaking day until Jan 25, and I have, I've been studding since January 10.
Another thing is that my Drama Club vacations are over. And I and a friend are going to write a play (musical) because the plays our teacher chooses are awful, boring and strange… not weird, freaky or spooky: Strange.
And my birthday is coming on, and you wouldn't believe which day it is….The day of my math exam, way to celebrate one's birthday huh?
Well those were just a few things; I don't want to write a book about it.
if you have any question feel free to ask: www(dot)formspring(dot)me/DramaticRunner
Thanks, that's all for now. I don't expect this to be a long, long break, just… a little long ;)
Bye.
I try to fly but all I get are broken bones
- Dramatic Runner