Okaaay so I know I've been TERRIBLE with updates but I wanted to let you guys know that I haven't COMPLETELY forgot about this story. I will be posting a complete version of this chapter sometime this week but this is just a sneak peak at what I'm working on.

COURTNEYS POV

Okay so I know looking for Duncan is the right thing to do, but did he have to make it so difficult? I've been walking for an hour and still no sign of him. I'm about to give up and head back to the park when I hear a guitar faintly in the distance. As I get closer and closer, I start to hear someone singing along.

Duncan.

I start to pick up my pace, prepared to give this kretan a piece of my mind! I've wasted almost an entire afternoon, worrying, and looking for the idiot, how dare he make Courtney Lopez worry!

As I see his outline I open my mouth to scream at him for being so damn stupid, but as I step nearer, I notice his eyes. They're red and puffy and unless he conveniently brought pot to the forest with him (a story he'll probably go with if I ask him), it's a clear sign he's been crying.

I'm suddenly nervous to approach him.

what will I say? Should I bring up the thing with his parents? Should I pretend I have no idea and just yell at him for running away for no reason? As the thoughts flurry through my head I notice Duncan sigh and turn towards my general direction with a blank look on his face.

"I know you're there Princess, so you can stop thinking about how you're going to approach me, and just get it over with."

I flinch at how accurate his statement is and if I was nervous before, I'm having a full blown panic attack now. I cautiously step towards Duncan, afraid of what he's going to say.

DUNCANS POV

I see Princess long before she sees me.

Her hairs a mess, her pants are dirty, and she's never looked more beautiful.

My heart speeds up when I see her step closer to where I am.

she's here, she's looking for me, she's looking for me! Someone cares! My brain chants over and over again. Without really thinking I start strumming on my guitar and singing the chorus to Miserable at Best. If I'm being 100% honest I want her to find me and bring me back and tell me everything's alright, even though we both know that's complete bullshit.

I turn away when I see she's heard the guitars soft melody.