A/N: So the chapter title has NOTHING to do with this story. Sorry ;) but the return is of moi! my computer broke down but it is better now :) (man, i NEED to get a new computer...) so um... enjoy!
Courtney's P.O.V.
"COOOUUURRRTNEEEYYY!" my mom called from our attic. "Where is your helmet!?" I rolled my eyes.
"How am I supposed to know!?" I yelled back. "I haven't seen it since I was six!"
"You are not making this easy for me, Courtney! Can you please help me find it!?"
I glanced over at my dad, who was putting my old boots in the trunk. Any idiot would know that they were about six sizes too small.
"I am acctually halping dad put the stuff in the trunk!" I yell up the stairs.
"No your not!" I hear my dad shout from the car.
"Sweetie, can you please help me find it?" my mom begged. I groaned and sauntered upstairs.
"Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" my little sister, Charlise (we call her Cookie), kept on asking and asking and ASKING eagerly.
"Not yet," my mom calmly replied. Cookie groaned.
"But I wanna see the horsies!" she whined. Cookie picked up her riding helmet (which was once mine) and shoved it over her head.
"Where is everybody?" she asked and giggled. I merely piched the bridge of my nose and sighed.
"I've asked once, and I'll ask it again: Why are we staying here?" I breathed.
"We haven't seen Inez in a long time. You remember Inez, right? Your old horseback riding instructor?" I nodded. Come to think of it, I missed Inez. She was so funny and she could really connect to me. My mom continued.
"Plus, we found out that there is a summer program where you can stay at the ranch and spend your summer there. It sounds like fun!"
I moaned. "So we are staying here for the whole summer?" I asked.
"Yes, Courtney. That is why we made you pack a lot." My dad answered. I slumped in my seat and stared out the window for a few minutes.
"Here we are, family! Carousel Ranch!" my dad announced. Cookie bounced in her seat and pressed her face against the glass window.
Our car rolled under a huge arch that had the words "Carousel Ranch" painted in old, blue paint.
This is going to be a looooong summer...
Courtney's P.O.V.
"COOOUUURRRTNEEEYYY!" my mom called from our attic. "Where is your helmet!?" I rolled my eyes.
"How am I supposed to know!?" I yelled back. "I haven't seen it since I was six!"
"You are not making this easy for me, Courtney! Can you please help me find it!?"
I glanced over at my dad, who was putting my old boots in the trunk. Any idiot would know that they were about six sizes too small.
"I am acctually halping dad put the stuff in the trunk!" I yell up the stairs.
"No your not!" I hear my dad shout from the car.
"Sweetie, can you please help me find it?" my mom begged. I groaned and sauntered upstairs.
"Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" my little sister, Charlise (we call her Cookie), kept on asking and asking and ASKING eagerly.
"Not yet," my mom calmly replied. Cookie groaned.
"But I wanna see the horsies!" she whined. Cookie picked up her riding helmet (which was once mine) and shoved it over her head.
"Where is everybody?" she asked and giggled. I merely piched the bridge of my nose and sighed.
"I've asked once, and I'll ask it again: Why are we staying here?" I breathed.
"We haven't seen Inez in a long time. You remember Inez, right? Your old horseback riding instructor?" I nodded. Come to think of it, I missed Inez. She was so funny and she could really connect to me. My mom continued.
"Plus, we found out that there is a summer program where you can stay at the ranch and spend your summer there. It sounds like fun!"
I moaned. "So we are staying here for the whole summer?" I asked.
"Yes, Courtney. That is why we made you pack a lot." My dad answered. I slumped in my seat and stared out the window for a few minutes.
"Here we are, family! Carousel Ranch!" my dad announced. Cookie bounced in her seat and pressed her face against the glass window.
Our car rolled under a huge arch that had the words "Carousel Ranch" painted in old, blue paint.
This is going to be a looooong summer...
Man #1 POV:
You look really rich so how about we make it simple ok you give me your money and I dont hurt you or you can give me a kiss on the lips.
Courtneys POV:
OK then pucker up.
Narrators POV:
Courtney balls up her fistes and tells him to close his and sucker punches him.
Courtneys POV:
I have a feonsay so you can forget about it.And if you ever come around when Duncan is here you will die.Then she hears "Im right here babe.
Duncans POV:
So Mike you thought you could just rob my girl well your dead wrong buddy.
Narrators POV:
Wale Duncan is beating up Mike Courtney tells him to stop.
Duncans POV:
Courtneys did he hit you or something he tryed to make you kiss him.
Courtneys POV:
No but I want to finish the job.
Narrators POV:
Well courtney did finish the job Mike was beatin severly.
To be continude
You look really rich so how about we make it simple ok you give me your money and I dont hurt you or you can give me a kiss on the lips.
Courtneys POV:
OK then pucker up.
Narrators POV:
Courtney balls up her fistes and tells him to close his and sucker punches him.
Courtneys POV:
I have a feonsay so you can forget about it.And if you ever come around when Duncan is here you will die.Then she hears "Im right here babe.
Duncans POV:
So Mike you thought you could just rob my girl well your dead wrong buddy.
Narrators POV:
Wale Duncan is beating up Mike Courtney tells him to stop.
Duncans POV:
Courtneys did he hit you or something he tryed to make you kiss him.
Courtneys POV:
No but I want to finish the job.
Narrators POV:
Well courtney did finish the job Mike was beatin severly.
To be continude
Biggest Fan: Prologue.
What happens when you exscape to LA, with Your True Love? Who's a famous rockstar?
Trouble.
All, Courtney Stone wanted was to be able to spend time with her Boyfriend, Duncan Brooks. The famous leadsinger of,"The Snitchel Kickers."
But, Duncan was too blind with rehearsals & writing songs.
Each time she would bring up anything about spending time with eachother. Duncan would sigh and give her the usual comment.
"Cant. Rehearsal." Or,"Cant. Meeting up with my manager."
Gwen Scott, The Manager of The Snitchel Kickers. She was a Gothic Beauty. She had everything Duncan wanted. Or, So Courtney has thought He wanted.
She had the personality, & Same interests.
Gwen was perfect for Duncan.
Will Gwen ride Courtney out of L.A? Or Will Duncan?
What happens when you exscape to LA, with Your True Love? Who's a famous rockstar?
Trouble.
All, Courtney Stone wanted was to be able to spend time with her Boyfriend, Duncan Brooks. The famous leadsinger of,"The Snitchel Kickers."
But, Duncan was too blind with rehearsals & writing songs.
Each time she would bring up anything about spending time with eachother. Duncan would sigh and give her the usual comment.
"Cant. Rehearsal." Or,"Cant. Meeting up with my manager."
Gwen Scott, The Manager of The Snitchel Kickers. She was a Gothic Beauty. She had everything Duncan wanted. Or, So Courtney has thought He wanted.
She had the personality, & Same interests.
Gwen was perfect for Duncan.
Will Gwen ride Courtney out of L.A? Or Will Duncan?
Duncan`s Fire
