hola guys. I’m sorry I haven’t escritura anything Duncan and Courtney in what seems like foreeeeveeeer, but I’ve been busy with my art, I’m trying to get better. ^^ I’ll draw some DxC fanart when I feel like it, that’s a promise! :) Well, short, fluffy OneShot, I hope tu haven’t all forgotten me! Remember, comentarios make this Dane happy! :D
Oh! And since I’m on a vacation in Crotia right now, I placed the story there, and the “unknown” people in this story, is people that have been at that place, and the group of nine, is me and my family, just to let tu know. ^^ And Cardo IS an actual restaurant, and the comida there is amazing, it’s my favorito! restaurant of all time! ^-^
Alright, as tu may notice TD series never happened, it would ruing the story. :) Enjoy! ^-^
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My still wet hair clings to my neck, a few strands hanging por themselves, as I pass por yet another stranger. It feels like the sand is glued to my body, doesn’t want to let go of it, like it was the only way to survive, and not being left to the horribleness of the cold tiles of the elegant sidewalks in Porec. Receiving some winks from people, mostly boys and young men, that I’ve never met before, I continue my path through the streets, thought I know that I’m completely lost, having no sense of where to go. Even thought I’m a CIT, it doesn’t mean I can’t get lost in streets I’ve barely ever seen before, and Croatia has got many cities, where it’s very difficult to know, where you’re actually going, due to the many, narrow alleys. I’ve always loved our family vacations, just me, my mother, and my father. We rarely go to the same place twice in a row, but usually, we go to places where we have family, but we have family almost all over planet earth, so it shouldn’t be that hard to find a rather new place to go to.
I cruzar, cruz yet another road that leads down to the ocean, the exact place I just came from, and I’ve seen the road before, because I’ve crossed it about 3 times now. I’ve walked in a circle, o a triangle, o a square, o something. My sigh fills the air up to three feet away from me. I’m so tired of walking, I just want to sit down already and feel the warmth from one of the many armchairs in my uncle’s summerhouse.
Then again, I have no clue where I am, where I’m going, o where I have been going the last 40 minutes, o what I’ve spend, trying to reach my destination. A sigh escapes my throat as I start walking towards the playa once again, back to start. I sit down on a big stone and let my poor legs have a break. Thought flip-flops are comfortable, they’re not supposed to wear if you’re walking 3 miles. I promised my uncle that I’d be inicial por 6 o’clock, and that I’d just go for a swim and then head straight home. Well, I did try to keep a promise, but, I couldn’t find the way back, so what was I supposed to do?
Come on Courtney, it shouldn’t be this hard! I press my palms to my temples, thoughts running through my head as I’m trying to figure out what to do. I left my phone at home, and my father and uncle is probably at the marina, looking at boats. There it is! I know where the puerto pequeño, marina is, or, I almost do, just a few hundred meters from here, I think. I rise from the cold stone, a cold breeze gently embracing my arms as I look around to see where exactly I am. A few boys standing under the dim light from a lamppost whistle at me, a pair of old ladies sitting at a café mesa, tabla and talking, and a boy, probably around my age, and someone who could be his father, discussing something about boats. I hug my camisa, camiseta tight to myself, the only other piece of clothing I did bring with me to the beach, and walks towards them, they MUST know where the puerto pequeño, marina is!
As I walk up behind them is about to poke the young boy on his shoulder, I actually doubt if it’s a good idea to talk to them. My mother always told me not to speak with strangers. I shake my head lightly, forgetting all about what she said, o at least trying to, and softly lays my hand on his shoulder. He quickly turns around in one, smooth mover and suddenly verde azulado, trullo, teal eyes meet brown ones.
I don’t look away as he scans my body, from toes to top, but his companion, who seems to have manners, then elbows him. A giggle escapes from my mouth, and I quickly cover it with my hands. The teal-eyed boy raises his eyebrow, the one with the piercing, and a smirk forms on his lips.
I remove my hand, but now my throat is dry as a desert, but finally, the words “Excuse me?” escape from my lips.
“Uhm, can tu tell me how to get to the marina?” I finish the sentence, and I’m actually proud I did, because now, my throat feels like it’s burning.
“Yeah, it’s right down ther-“ He doesn’t get to finish the sentence before his older companion elbows him yet again and glares at him. “I mean, I can help tu get there, whatever tu want to.” He glares annoyed at the tall guy and rubs his side.
“I guess that’d be fine.” I start walking in the direction I was told, rubbing my arms since I’m getting cold, looking back over my shoulder. “You’re coming?” The pale guy glares annoyed at the rather tan one, and if looks could kill, the he would be dead por now.
He runs up beside me and copies my speed. “So, you’re new here?” The pregunta doesn’t really come as a surprise, yet I shriek a little from the sudden sound. “Yes, first time ever I’m here, what about you? tu seem to know the place.”
He shrugs and stretches his back. “No, but I got some family here… We go here almost every año for summer vacation, and let me tell you, it’s way better than prison.”
Oh, prison, he’s a criminal… I shiver as yet another breeze hit me, and I can clearly feel his stare in my neck. I quickly pull my camisa, camiseta over my head and let it cover my torso, but it doesn’t help that much. Then, I feel cold leather around my shoulders. I slowly raise my head to look at him, but he just shrugs, puts his hands in his pockets and looks down at his feet that are busy, kicking small pieces of rock down the street. I whisper a quiet “Thank You” before starring down at my own feet and tries not to stumble over the flat, yet sneaky stones that makes the sidewalk.
After studying the many stones closely, I look up at the purple sky. It’s probably around half past seven now, but I’m not certain. The thin clouds flies across the sky and slow motions, some forming funny objects o odd-looking animals. I poke his shoulder, which is covered por a thin, black T-Shirt with a skull on it, and point at a nube that looks like a banana. He raises his eyebrow yet another time and smirks, non-innocent thoughts probably crossing his mind. “I don’t see why I should be impressed por a big, flying wiener, Princess.” I glare annoyed at him and poke his chest. “Can’t tu tell? It’s a banana, tu Juvie!” His chuckle rings in my ears, but instead of laughing, I frown. “What’s so funny?”
His chuckle transforms into laughter, and with tears in his eyes, he continues walking. I easily catch up with him. “What’s so funny?” I ask again, but neither this time I get an answer. I rub my temples with my fingertips, eyes closed tightly, as I’m starting to get pissed off. The puerto pequeño, marina finally shows, but to my disappointment, I can’t see any of my family members. No father, no mother, no uncle, no aunt, no cousins, no one. A soft cry escapes my throat, and the stranger looks down at me, I can feel his eyes. I sit down on a nearby stone and bury my face in my hands, sobs and sniffs filling my head and ears. The footsteps approach me, and a comforting hand is laid on my left shoulder. The hand if cool, but not uncomfortable, comforting, and who would deny any sort of comfort in this situation, lost in a big city?
I keep crying, but less and less, and soon, my sobs are gone, and only my red eyes are left. I look up into verde azulado, trullo, teal ones, and before I know, gentle arms are surrounding me. I press my head deep into his hard chest. His hand gently strokes my mocha hair. My sobs return, but not as loud as before, but enough to soak a little area of his shirt.
After a few minutos of sobbing and stroking, we rise, but I can barely stand, my two shaking legs preventing me from standing straight. His arm is around my shoulder, pressing me close to him. His worried expression. He asks me where I’m going and who I’m trying to find. My sniffs becomes less and less, and I’m finally able to answer. “My family has got a summerhouse, or, más of an apartment near the restaurant Cardo...”
Before asking más questions, o let me ask him any, he leads me down a few streets, past some small stores with fake Dolce and Gabana, Gucci and other brands, a pair of Cafés and some other buildings I can’t put my finger on, and suddenly, we stand in the middle of a crowded street. A little girl with a ice cream cone and some melted ice cream pulls the sleeve of her fathers camisa, camiseta and points at us, but then loses interest in us, and instead stares at a group of nine, who are buying a huge ice cream that they probably wouldn’t be capable of eating. I stare amazed at the giant ice cream, before he pulls me down another few streets. The marvel is cold under my bare feet, but I didn’t feel like putting my flip-flops back on again after my crying episode at the marina.
Before I know it, we stand a few meters away from the brilliant restaurant, where my family and I enjoy eating. The boy starts to walk away, but I grab his hand and pull him back again. “I didn’t even get to know your name.” His eyes stares into mine as the words were spoken from my mouth. The almost famous smirk of his shows itself yet again as he speak. “Duncan, and you?”
“Courtney.” I can feel myself lean towards him, and he does the same, and soon, our lips meet in a sweet, gentle kiss. I close my eyes and I can feel his tongue piercing tickling my lips, his tongue is trying to break through them, and I let it in. Our tongues dance with slow moves, but then, I have to pull away to breathe. I pull his chaqueta off myself and hands it to him. “Well, nice to meet you, Courtney.” He smiles, not a smirk, a smile.
“Nice to meet tu too, Duncan,” I smile back at him. “But I guess we’ll head different directions now.” He takes my hand and places a soft kiss in my palm. “I hope we’ll meet again, Princess.” He lets go of my hand, and starts walking back the way we came from. I whisper “Goodbye” as he vanishes in the crowd.
Oh! And since I’m on a vacation in Crotia right now, I placed the story there, and the “unknown” people in this story, is people that have been at that place, and the group of nine, is me and my family, just to let tu know. ^^ And Cardo IS an actual restaurant, and the comida there is amazing, it’s my favorito! restaurant of all time! ^-^
Alright, as tu may notice TD series never happened, it would ruing the story. :) Enjoy! ^-^
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My still wet hair clings to my neck, a few strands hanging por themselves, as I pass por yet another stranger. It feels like the sand is glued to my body, doesn’t want to let go of it, like it was the only way to survive, and not being left to the horribleness of the cold tiles of the elegant sidewalks in Porec. Receiving some winks from people, mostly boys and young men, that I’ve never met before, I continue my path through the streets, thought I know that I’m completely lost, having no sense of where to go. Even thought I’m a CIT, it doesn’t mean I can’t get lost in streets I’ve barely ever seen before, and Croatia has got many cities, where it’s very difficult to know, where you’re actually going, due to the many, narrow alleys. I’ve always loved our family vacations, just me, my mother, and my father. We rarely go to the same place twice in a row, but usually, we go to places where we have family, but we have family almost all over planet earth, so it shouldn’t be that hard to find a rather new place to go to.
I cruzar, cruz yet another road that leads down to the ocean, the exact place I just came from, and I’ve seen the road before, because I’ve crossed it about 3 times now. I’ve walked in a circle, o a triangle, o a square, o something. My sigh fills the air up to three feet away from me. I’m so tired of walking, I just want to sit down already and feel the warmth from one of the many armchairs in my uncle’s summerhouse.
Then again, I have no clue where I am, where I’m going, o where I have been going the last 40 minutes, o what I’ve spend, trying to reach my destination. A sigh escapes my throat as I start walking towards the playa once again, back to start. I sit down on a big stone and let my poor legs have a break. Thought flip-flops are comfortable, they’re not supposed to wear if you’re walking 3 miles. I promised my uncle that I’d be inicial por 6 o’clock, and that I’d just go for a swim and then head straight home. Well, I did try to keep a promise, but, I couldn’t find the way back, so what was I supposed to do?
Come on Courtney, it shouldn’t be this hard! I press my palms to my temples, thoughts running through my head as I’m trying to figure out what to do. I left my phone at home, and my father and uncle is probably at the marina, looking at boats. There it is! I know where the puerto pequeño, marina is, or, I almost do, just a few hundred meters from here, I think. I rise from the cold stone, a cold breeze gently embracing my arms as I look around to see where exactly I am. A few boys standing under the dim light from a lamppost whistle at me, a pair of old ladies sitting at a café mesa, tabla and talking, and a boy, probably around my age, and someone who could be his father, discussing something about boats. I hug my camisa, camiseta tight to myself, the only other piece of clothing I did bring with me to the beach, and walks towards them, they MUST know where the puerto pequeño, marina is!
As I walk up behind them is about to poke the young boy on his shoulder, I actually doubt if it’s a good idea to talk to them. My mother always told me not to speak with strangers. I shake my head lightly, forgetting all about what she said, o at least trying to, and softly lays my hand on his shoulder. He quickly turns around in one, smooth mover and suddenly verde azulado, trullo, teal eyes meet brown ones.
I don’t look away as he scans my body, from toes to top, but his companion, who seems to have manners, then elbows him. A giggle escapes from my mouth, and I quickly cover it with my hands. The teal-eyed boy raises his eyebrow, the one with the piercing, and a smirk forms on his lips.
I remove my hand, but now my throat is dry as a desert, but finally, the words “Excuse me?” escape from my lips.
“Uhm, can tu tell me how to get to the marina?” I finish the sentence, and I’m actually proud I did, because now, my throat feels like it’s burning.
“Yeah, it’s right down ther-“ He doesn’t get to finish the sentence before his older companion elbows him yet again and glares at him. “I mean, I can help tu get there, whatever tu want to.” He glares annoyed at the tall guy and rubs his side.
“I guess that’d be fine.” I start walking in the direction I was told, rubbing my arms since I’m getting cold, looking back over my shoulder. “You’re coming?” The pale guy glares annoyed at the rather tan one, and if looks could kill, the he would be dead por now.
He runs up beside me and copies my speed. “So, you’re new here?” The pregunta doesn’t really come as a surprise, yet I shriek a little from the sudden sound. “Yes, first time ever I’m here, what about you? tu seem to know the place.”
He shrugs and stretches his back. “No, but I got some family here… We go here almost every año for summer vacation, and let me tell you, it’s way better than prison.”
Oh, prison, he’s a criminal… I shiver as yet another breeze hit me, and I can clearly feel his stare in my neck. I quickly pull my camisa, camiseta over my head and let it cover my torso, but it doesn’t help that much. Then, I feel cold leather around my shoulders. I slowly raise my head to look at him, but he just shrugs, puts his hands in his pockets and looks down at his feet that are busy, kicking small pieces of rock down the street. I whisper a quiet “Thank You” before starring down at my own feet and tries not to stumble over the flat, yet sneaky stones that makes the sidewalk.
After studying the many stones closely, I look up at the purple sky. It’s probably around half past seven now, but I’m not certain. The thin clouds flies across the sky and slow motions, some forming funny objects o odd-looking animals. I poke his shoulder, which is covered por a thin, black T-Shirt with a skull on it, and point at a nube that looks like a banana. He raises his eyebrow yet another time and smirks, non-innocent thoughts probably crossing his mind. “I don’t see why I should be impressed por a big, flying wiener, Princess.” I glare annoyed at him and poke his chest. “Can’t tu tell? It’s a banana, tu Juvie!” His chuckle rings in my ears, but instead of laughing, I frown. “What’s so funny?”
His chuckle transforms into laughter, and with tears in his eyes, he continues walking. I easily catch up with him. “What’s so funny?” I ask again, but neither this time I get an answer. I rub my temples with my fingertips, eyes closed tightly, as I’m starting to get pissed off. The puerto pequeño, marina finally shows, but to my disappointment, I can’t see any of my family members. No father, no mother, no uncle, no aunt, no cousins, no one. A soft cry escapes my throat, and the stranger looks down at me, I can feel his eyes. I sit down on a nearby stone and bury my face in my hands, sobs and sniffs filling my head and ears. The footsteps approach me, and a comforting hand is laid on my left shoulder. The hand if cool, but not uncomfortable, comforting, and who would deny any sort of comfort in this situation, lost in a big city?
I keep crying, but less and less, and soon, my sobs are gone, and only my red eyes are left. I look up into verde azulado, trullo, teal ones, and before I know, gentle arms are surrounding me. I press my head deep into his hard chest. His hand gently strokes my mocha hair. My sobs return, but not as loud as before, but enough to soak a little area of his shirt.
After a few minutos of sobbing and stroking, we rise, but I can barely stand, my two shaking legs preventing me from standing straight. His arm is around my shoulder, pressing me close to him. His worried expression. He asks me where I’m going and who I’m trying to find. My sniffs becomes less and less, and I’m finally able to answer. “My family has got a summerhouse, or, más of an apartment near the restaurant Cardo...”
Before asking más questions, o let me ask him any, he leads me down a few streets, past some small stores with fake Dolce and Gabana, Gucci and other brands, a pair of Cafés and some other buildings I can’t put my finger on, and suddenly, we stand in the middle of a crowded street. A little girl with a ice cream cone and some melted ice cream pulls the sleeve of her fathers camisa, camiseta and points at us, but then loses interest in us, and instead stares at a group of nine, who are buying a huge ice cream that they probably wouldn’t be capable of eating. I stare amazed at the giant ice cream, before he pulls me down another few streets. The marvel is cold under my bare feet, but I didn’t feel like putting my flip-flops back on again after my crying episode at the marina.
Before I know it, we stand a few meters away from the brilliant restaurant, where my family and I enjoy eating. The boy starts to walk away, but I grab his hand and pull him back again. “I didn’t even get to know your name.” His eyes stares into mine as the words were spoken from my mouth. The almost famous smirk of his shows itself yet again as he speak. “Duncan, and you?”
“Courtney.” I can feel myself lean towards him, and he does the same, and soon, our lips meet in a sweet, gentle kiss. I close my eyes and I can feel his tongue piercing tickling my lips, his tongue is trying to break through them, and I let it in. Our tongues dance with slow moves, but then, I have to pull away to breathe. I pull his chaqueta off myself and hands it to him. “Well, nice to meet you, Courtney.” He smiles, not a smirk, a smile.
“Nice to meet tu too, Duncan,” I smile back at him. “But I guess we’ll head different directions now.” He takes my hand and places a soft kiss in my palm. “I hope we’ll meet again, Princess.” He lets go of my hand, and starts walking back the way we came from. I whisper “Goodbye” as he vanishes in the crowd.
I decided to end the series cuz im real bored wit it so this is good bye but i am makin a series were u make the characters and i use them for a series on the Total Drama island club all u do is message me sayin ur characters name personality and gender i need 15 i have 6 hurry so u can have a spot on my series más details if u message me again im srry if u like this series if u want me to make it i can write the rest of the story for u over a message thx for all the comentarios and apoyar i have recieved try to give me ur Character A.S.A.P thx again sincerley ME!!!! lol
when duncan gets back to the holtel
courtney im back where are tu dicho duncan
im in the bath room ill be out in a seconf k dicho courtney
k dicho duncan
when courtney came out of the bathroom
um i have to tell tu something dicho courtney
what princess
i might be pregnant
he looked at courtney and then looked away
did tu a condom asked courtney
duncan looked down not making eye contaced
duncan plece she stared to cry
i thought when tu dicho it was alright tu ment it was alright dicho duncan
no i ment it was alright be cause it was my first time dicho courtney
courtney dicho duncan
no duncan just leave me alone ahe stated to cry and ran in the bath room
baby plece open the door dicho duncan
why should i dicho courtney
becouse we can get throgh this together and becouse i amor tu
courtney im back where are tu dicho duncan
im in the bath room ill be out in a seconf k dicho courtney
k dicho duncan
when courtney came out of the bathroom
um i have to tell tu something dicho courtney
what princess
i might be pregnant
he looked at courtney and then looked away
did tu a condom asked courtney
duncan looked down not making eye contaced
duncan plece she stared to cry
i thought when tu dicho it was alright tu ment it was alright dicho duncan
no i ment it was alright be cause it was my first time dicho courtney
courtney dicho duncan
no duncan just leave me alone ahe stated to cry and ran in the bath room
baby plece open the door dicho duncan
why should i dicho courtney
becouse we can get throgh this together and becouse i amor tu
"You Make me feel, like im livin a teenage dream"
As i walk into the motel, its quiet. The clock says 1:30am. I sigh. A overweight man works at the front escritorio snorts then wakes up. "Excuse me, Can i have a room for one?" I ask. He takes a deep breath and scratches his back. "Sure, Heres your room key." He says while handing me a room key. "Thank You." i say polietly. "Your room 1 lady." He says. "Wonderfull..." i say sarcasticly.
I walk to my room and set down my bolso, monedero and my small bag with just a few Pieces of clotheing and a tooth brush and toothpaste. I change into my pajamas and lay on the bed. The sheets are not soft. más like hard. The tv looks like its from 1985. And It smells like Rotting Meat. Im so grossed out, but it will have to do. I fall alseep and dream, about... Duncan.
I wake up in the middle of the night panting. My Dream was breathtaking, Me and Duncan were having.... Ugh, the thought was too much to bare! I sigh and go back to sleep.
As i walk into the motel, its quiet. The clock says 1:30am. I sigh. A overweight man works at the front escritorio snorts then wakes up. "Excuse me, Can i have a room for one?" I ask. He takes a deep breath and scratches his back. "Sure, Heres your room key." He says while handing me a room key. "Thank You." i say polietly. "Your room 1 lady." He says. "Wonderfull..." i say sarcasticly.
I walk to my room and set down my bolso, monedero and my small bag with just a few Pieces of clotheing and a tooth brush and toothpaste. I change into my pajamas and lay on the bed. The sheets are not soft. más like hard. The tv looks like its from 1985. And It smells like Rotting Meat. Im so grossed out, but it will have to do. I fall alseep and dream, about... Duncan.
I wake up in the middle of the night panting. My Dream was breathtaking, Me and Duncan were having.... Ugh, the thought was too much to bare! I sigh and go back to sleep.
Courtney Stone and her father work for a prince that has no idea slavery got as bad as working.Courtney`s mother died when she was only 3 and Courtney has held a grudge on the prince,queen and king since she was forced to work as a slave.But after a month,Courtney`s father has gone missing while she was sleeping.So the prince`s mother and father send Courtney and the prince to go and find him.So día por day,while they are searching for Courtney`s father,they both grow to fall in amor with eachother.But when they find her father............
That`s all I can tell you.
That`s all I can tell you.