NEXT DOOR: courtney and duncan; a love story.

chapter two

i love love LOVE making duncney stories guys
(if u can't tell)
i'm not cancelling any of my other series!!
for example; twily, stuck with you, one shots!
i hope you like this chapter 😊😊😊
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-narrators pov bc i felt like it-

"Court, you promised." Heather huffed as she leaned against Courtney's window frame.
"Keep your voice down!" the brunette whisper-shouted back.

She was wearing a small strapless black dress that Heather had lended her.

"Isn't it too short?" she muttered as she tugged with the bottom of the dress.
"Honestly?" Heather laughed quietly as Courtney nodded.

"Yes. But it looks hot! You look hot!"
"I don't know, what if-"
"I'm so sick of 'what if'." Heather rolled her eyes in irritation at Courtney's hesitation.

"We promised Bridgette! You promised me! You're going to this damn party."
Courtney sighed as she strapped on a black heel onto her left foot.
'Come on.' Heather mouthed as she pulled out her hand for Courtney to grab onto.

-AT THE PARTY-

Heather hung around Courtney for the first thirty minutes of it, but after a while she just ran off with Alejandro- or as Courtney likes to call him- her latin slave.

"Hey, Court!" Bridgette exclaimed sloppily- clearly drunk as she gave her an unstable hug.
"Hi. You're drunk, aren't you?" she sighed at her- not surprised.

"Tipsy." Bridgette corrected.
"More like shit-faced." Courtney grained with worry.

She saw Geoff run up behind her with a somewhat toothy grin and overall drunk expression.

"I'll leave you two." Courtney said as Bridgette got swept away by her blonde boyfriend.

It was hard being around parties when there are so many rules being broken. It took everything to keep in her usual lecturing habits.

"Does anyone know where I can get a Sprite?" Courtney shouted with her hands cupped over her mouth to sound louder to the mass of people.

No one replied.

She huffed and walked over to the fridge, her expression brightening when she saw her favourite soft drink.

"Finally!" she exclaimed as she wrapped her hands around the green can.
As she opened it, it sliced her finger- red liquid dripping quickly from the small- but deep- wound.

"Shit!" she winced.
"You okay?" a familiar voice asked.
"Yeah, thanks for asking-"

As Courtney looked up, dread filled her body.

Not him.
"Duncan." she glared.

"Well, hello to you too!" he exclaimed- too cheery for her liking, but nonetheless, still annoying as fuck.

"What do you want?" she huffed.
"Can't I speak to my favourite neighbour?" Duncan winked cockily.
"No, you can't." she rolled her eyes, turning on her heel to end this conversation,

"I think I'm safe, I mean- there are no pies here- right?" he chuckled which made her spin back.
"Very funny. Now- leave me alone." Courtney groaned as she wrapped her hand around her cut finger.

"Do you need help with that?" he said pointedly to her hand.
"Not from you." she rolled her eyes at his bickering.

"As much as I don't like you, I'd never leave a lady behind with an injury." Duncan bowed jokingly.
"Even if the lady will give you an injury- which will be much worse- if you step closer to her?" she smiled cruelly.