Duncan Black was in a local bar drinking away his sorrows. It had been 10 years since TDWT and he hadn't seen Courtney since. A tear shed from his eye at the thought of his princess. He scewed up so bad since he cheated on her. He got into mais trouble, Gwen cheated on him por sleeping with Trent the bitch. Before she cheatd, she was even worse then Heather, Courtney and Chris combined.
Duncan had changed as well, no longer with a Mohawk but long pitch black hair, three dia stubbled, bangs under his eyes and a estrela under his eye from when he was in Jail for three years. No mais piearcings but instead a few tatuagens om his body except his face, bigger muscles and blue jeans, black boots, black leather jaqueta and dark blue t-shirt.
God he hated his life, no friends because he been total assholes to them all, no family, they disowned him after he brought Gwen home. No Job and no home, just his motorcycle, his bag and memories.
"This is just plain pathetic" a female voice spoke, turning his head he saw a tall woman with long brown hair, flawless pale white skin, full unpainted lips, prefect body and bright green eyes in black jeans, purple leather jacket, white t-shirt with a red number 64 onit, black high heal boots and a silver cruz colar around her neck.
"Who the hell are yoy" Duncan spoke and the woman smirked.
"Names Mary, I'm your guardain angel and I'm here to help you arace your mistake and restart" Mary smiled and Duncan laughed.
"You are crazier then Izzy, there is no way you're a angel"
"Wanna bet" Mary respomsed por snapping her fingers and the whole room froze and Duncan stared at her in shock.
2Believe me now?" Mary asked still smirking and Duncan nodded still in shock.
"Awesome, now hiold my hand, we have a long jounry head of us"
"Where are we going?"
"Courtney's"
Duncan had changed as well, no longer with a Mohawk but long pitch black hair, three dia stubbled, bangs under his eyes and a estrela under his eye from when he was in Jail for three years. No mais piearcings but instead a few tatuagens om his body except his face, bigger muscles and blue jeans, black boots, black leather jaqueta and dark blue t-shirt.
God he hated his life, no friends because he been total assholes to them all, no family, they disowned him after he brought Gwen home. No Job and no home, just his motorcycle, his bag and memories.
"This is just plain pathetic" a female voice spoke, turning his head he saw a tall woman with long brown hair, flawless pale white skin, full unpainted lips, prefect body and bright green eyes in black jeans, purple leather jacket, white t-shirt with a red number 64 onit, black high heal boots and a silver cruz colar around her neck.
"Who the hell are yoy" Duncan spoke and the woman smirked.
"Names Mary, I'm your guardain angel and I'm here to help you arace your mistake and restart" Mary smiled and Duncan laughed.
"You are crazier then Izzy, there is no way you're a angel"
"Wanna bet" Mary respomsed por snapping her fingers and the whole room froze and Duncan stared at her in shock.
2Believe me now?" Mary asked still smirking and Duncan nodded still in shock.
"Awesome, now hiold my hand, we have a long jounry head of us"
"Where are we going?"
"Courtney's"
Duncan's POV.
We opend the door and saw Bridgette and Geoff making out on the couch. It was all messy, and the pillows where everywhere, chairs where toppled and comida where on the walls, on the floor, and other places i did'nt want to say.
I could see Courtney was pissed of, but she tryed to sound nicely. She cleared her throat, and the finaly noticed us.
"Uhm, how was the movie?" Bridgette asked, and looked up on us. Her face was a mess! Her lipstick where everywhere, and she was all black around her eyes.
"It was fine, thank you. But why do my house look like some kinda landfill?" Courtney said, still trying to sound nicely.
"Uhm, we, uh. . . sorry. . ."
"It's okay, just, try not to do it seguinte time, okay?"
"Okay Court. It-it wont happen again!
Me and Court walked up stairs and into her bedroom, that looked just like the livingroom.
"Argh, why can't they clean up, after them self?" Courtney asked.
We opend the door and saw Bridgette and Geoff making out on the couch. It was all messy, and the pillows where everywhere, chairs where toppled and comida where on the walls, on the floor, and other places i did'nt want to say.
I could see Courtney was pissed of, but she tryed to sound nicely. She cleared her throat, and the finaly noticed us.
"Uhm, how was the movie?" Bridgette asked, and looked up on us. Her face was a mess! Her lipstick where everywhere, and she was all black around her eyes.
"It was fine, thank you. But why do my house look like some kinda landfill?" Courtney said, still trying to sound nicely.
"Uhm, we, uh. . . sorry. . ."
"It's okay, just, try not to do it seguinte time, okay?"
"Okay Court. It-it wont happen again!
Me and Court walked up stairs and into her bedroom, that looked just like the livingroom.
"Argh, why can't they clean up, after them self?" Courtney asked.
