Author Note's: This is my first fanfic on here, so please bare with me! Also, my grammar isn't perfect, so apologies for that. I'm still learning.

Courtney rested her head against her boyfriend of two years, Duncan. His arm wrapped around her shoulder. And it has been like this for the last few hours; they've been watching movies on a channel that had a annual marathon.

"I better get going," Courtney said while looking at the time on Duncan's T.V.

"And why?" Duncan ask with a slight groan in his tone.

"One word; my father."

"That's two words, Princess."

"Very funny, Duncan. But in all seriousness, I need to go before my father calls the cops on you." Courtney father didn't bother to hide the fact that he hated Duncan with a passion.

"You know, Princess? Aren't you forgetting that I have been to juvie?" Duncan ask with a smug on his face. His arm was still wrap around Courtney.

"Yes, Duncan. You did. I heard you well and clear when you told my dad that you served time in Juvie." The flashback to when Duncan told that to her father, his face was a new shade of red. "Whatever you say, bad boy." Courtney then got up from the couch. Duncan moved his arm, so Courtney could get up. She leaned over the chair and grabbed her light brown corduroy bag (Author's Note: Image Fiona Gallagher's bag from the Shameless US version) and retrieved her cell phone.

"Hey, Princess?" Duncan hands were behind his head, while both of his legs kicked on his coffee table. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Courtney smiled. She walked towards Duncan sat, and gave him a kiss. The kiss lasted for ten seconds before Courtney broke free. "Goodnight, Duncan."

Duncan smiled. "Text me when you're home. Okay?"'

"I will," Courtney says before walking herself out of the apartment.

A few hours have passed. And Duncan was getting quite nervous, which never happens. Usually, Courtney always Text Duncan the minute she arrive home. His fingers dial Courtney number.

"Hello," a familiar voice that caught Duncan attraction.

"Mr Anderson?" Duncan ask. Did he dial the wrong number. "Did Courtney arrive home safely."

The line went silent for a brief second before Mr Anderson answered Duncan questions. "There was an accident; Courtney passed away half an hour ago."

Duncan dropped his phone. The screen shattered everywhere, but that was the last thing he could care. His knees collapse down. And, for the first time, tears started to fall down from his eyes.

Duncan mum immediately came to his room when she heard noise. "What's wrong?" She ask.

Without thinking, Duncan embraced his mum. And she knew something was serious since he never did this. She hugged him back. "Duncan, what's wrong?"

"Courtney ... she—she's gone."

"Duncan ... earth to Duncan."

Duncan awoke with a gasp, immediately sitting up from his bed. He felt both of his hands gripped, holding him steady. "It's me, Duncan. It's your old buddy, Geoff."

"What?" Duncan sounded shocked at first, but then after a few minutes, he calmed down. "What happened?"

"You had. Nightmare of some type; all I know is that I heard you shouting from my room," Geoff said. "I tried to wake you up, but you kept hitting me." Duncan notice the red marks on his shoulders and upper chest are

"I—I had a dream about... her." And Geoff immediately knew what this was about.

"Come on." Geoff got off of Duncan bed. "Go into the living room area."

As soon as Duncan sat onto the couch, Geoff handed him a glass of water. "It's been ten years, man. You need to move on," Geoff said to his roommate while sitting down across from him on the chair. "And I know for you that Courtney wants you to move on."

"Eight years, and the police didn't do anything about it?" Duncan said. "What if—what can—" he didn't know what to say next.

"Look, man, I can't gave you any advice, since you don't really listen to people." Geoff said with a yawn. "We'll talk more tomorrow, bro. I have an early shift for work." He got up from the chair and walked back to his room, leaving Duncan alone on the couch.

The following morning, Duncan walked into work.

"You're late." His boss stood, was probably waiting for him. "I'm not done talking to you." Duncan proceeded to walk past by him, to the break room.

"Yeah. Yeah." Duncan brushed it off. Taking off his bag, he replied, "look, all know you can't threat anyone on your life; I'm not scared of you."

But, his boss didn't find that assuming. "Then I guess you volunteered to close up tonight."

"Whatever." Duncan placed his bag into his locker, but making sure he got his ID badge. "Anything else? Because I need money?"

His boss stepped away from the entrance. "That's better." Duncan went to his station, where he saw his one of his co-worker.

"Hey man," male voice said as Duncan went near him. "The box's over there is yours."

"I owe you one," Duncan replied, taking out the CD's and placing them alphabetical in order; as each CD went on the shelf... "Can I ask you something, Trent?"

"Shoot," Trent answered.

"Have you ever had that feeling of someone you once knew was gone, but then suddenly have this feeling they're alive?" Duncan ask.

"That's a tough question, man," Trent said, thinking of a good answer to say. "I mean, sometimes, our gut have this feeling, like, they know of something before we do? I have zero ideas on how you want me to answer." He then ask, "why suddenly bring this question up?"

"It was just a question," Duncan said. He placed the last CD up. "If you'll excuse me, I have to see if anymore CD's need to be put away.

It was closing time.

"I'll see you man." Trent waved Duncan goodbye.

"Yeah." Duncan shrugged his shoulders. Closing the shop was no big deal; the best part of it, was getting to listen to music without his boss yelling at him for not working, or distracting the costumer.

Humming to one of his favourite songs, he grabbed his bag and walked out of the store; the keys closing it and began to walk back to his place.

Walking down the streets, he heard had to walk past by some restaurant ... just as he walked past by one, one of the doors swing open and hit right in the face. His body immediately fell down.

"Are you okay?" A female voice asked.

Rubbing his forehead, Duncan angrily said, "watch where the hell you're looking—" as soon as he saw the female face, he immediately stopped talking.

"Are you okay?" The female ask. "Do you need me to call emergency?"

"It's you ..." Duncan eyes widen.

"What are you talking about?" The female ask. "Are you sure you're alright?"

But, Duncan stood there still. He couldn't believe what he was seeing right now. Trying his best to speak, the one word he never he would say ever again.

"Courtney ..."

Author's Note: I know ... not a great first chapter, but I am still learning. And again, I'm sorry if there are any grammatical/spelling errors—like I said, I'm still learning.