Duncan's Pov.
** 5 Weeks Later.**
Ugh.
Stupid hangover.
I slapped myself until I could finally look for a clock And, my surroundings.
Okay. Clear vision. Now, let's see where I am.
I was in a small, deserted, alley. A low lit postlaml was flickering by a dumpster. I moaned and stood up.
Alright. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot.
I stumbled down the streets until I could finally get to a payphone.
Aha.
A small blue Payphone was standing across the street. I looked at both ends of the street before crossing over to the payphone. I dropped 25 cents into the slot and pressed onto the numbers and waited for The Party boy's voice to greet me.
"Hello?" A husky voice answered.
"Yo, Geoff. Can you.. Pick.. Me.. Up?" I Stuttered. There was a long pause. Then, a low whispering.
"Uh, Duncan... I can't. I have.. Homework to do.. See ya!" Then, All I could hear was the dial tone.
Geoff? Homework? Not possible. I took a glance at the numbers and dialed another number.
"Hello?" DJ Answered.
"Hey, Deej. Can you pick m-"
"DJ! Come clean your room!" DJ's mother exclaimed in the background.
"Sorry, man. Can't."
Dial tone, Once again.
25 Cents again.
I pricked my fingers against the number keys again and waited; Impatiently.
"Hello?" Tyler replied.
"Tyler, Pick me up why dont'cha?"
"Baby, Who's that?" A seductive voice said In the background. Lindsey of course.
"No, one. Babe," He paused. "Dunc, Im a little busy right now.." Then, He hung up.
Ugh. Seriously? No one is willing to help out a guy in need?
Damn.
I sighed and let the phone slip through my fingers. Everything is so F*cked up.
I slumped onto the nearby Bench and watched endlessly at the road that looked like it would never end.
Thats it. I snatched the Phone into my palms again and dialed a number that I haven't dialed for some time...
Yeah, Im an idiot for trying but... Hey... I'm desperate.
courtney pov
its been 87 years since i set sail on the titantic and yet i can still smell the fresh paint the beds had never been slept in and most people called it the ship of dreams and well it certantly was
"the new unsinkable ship is about the set sail today" news reporters would of said as little kids would of looked upon that ship with admaration whiching that 1 day they would be riding 1st class on it but to me it was a prision ship taking me back to america in chains outside i was everything a well brought up girl should be inside i was screaming.
but there was 1 person who changed all that his name was duncan dawson and he was the man i feel in love with. sadly he was lost in the sinking of the titanic and i never even got a picture of him but then again why dont i just tell you he story
its been 87 years since i set sail on the titantic and yet i can still smell the fresh paint the beds had never been slept in and most people called it the ship of dreams and well it certantly was
"the new unsinkable ship is about the set sail today" news reporters would of said as little kids would of looked upon that ship with admaration whiching that 1 day they would be riding 1st class on it but to me it was a prision ship taking me back to america in chains outside i was everything a well brought up girl should be inside i was screaming.
but there was 1 person who changed all that his name was duncan dawson and he was the man i feel in love with. sadly he was lost in the sinking of the titanic and i never even got a picture of him but then again why dont i just tell you he story