Duncan's P.O.V.
"What are anda doing?" Dayna questioned.
"I'm not exactly sure." I scrolled down the page.
Dayna glanced over my shoulder at the screen. She squealed in surprise.
"Romantic Comedies, Duncan?! How could you?!"
"Courtney loves this crap." I grumbled, still wondering why I was going to force myself to go to this movie.
"But still, a Rom Com?!" She spat the last word in distate. I shrugged.
"Ugh. anda have reached new levels of obsessity."
I grinned helplessly.
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"Let me get this straight, I have to pretend to me Friends with her, set her up on a blind tarikh with you, and, worst of all, wear this disgusting outfit?!" She held up the offensive garment. It was a short, hot-pink skirt.
"Well anda can't look like anda do now, she won't even look at you. Besides, you've worn stuff like that before, Dayna."
"Yeah, but not pink!" She threw the skirt on her katil along with a crumpled merah jambu tank bahagian, atas she'd also refused to wear.
"Come on, anda owe me for making sure Zack didn't give anda away. Otherwise you'd be picking up trash with the rest of us."
"He's right." Chrystyna agreed, watching Dayna in amusement. Marcus remained silent.
"Fine! But I'm not wearing merah jambu every time I have to see her!"
I smrked.
"Do I get a thank you?" She grumbled as she picked up the outfit.
"Thanks!"
Dayna nodded and stormed out to change.
She returned, looking exactly the same, except her ripped jeans and dark tank bahagian, atas had been replaced with the merah jambu outfit.
"Come on," Chrystyna sighed, "I'll do your makeup."
It took a while, but eventually we made her look like your average popular chick. Chrystyna nodded, looking pleased with herself.
Dayna plucked at her skirt nervously.
"Dayna! I barely even recognize you!" That was true. Chrystyna had gone all the way and even gotten her color contacts. Dayna's eyes were now zamrud, emerald green.
"Wow," Marcus breathed. I got the feeling he liked this new look. Especially the skirt. Dayna smiled at awkwardly.
"Well, I think you're ready."
"What do I say? What if I accidently mention anda atau something! What if-"
"Stop!" I interrupted. " Treat her like you'd treat anyone else, don't act like a delinquint, and.." I grabbed her dompet, beg tangan and ripped out all the foto-foto of me, Chrystyna, Marcus -why are there so many of him?- and everyone else. Zack wasn't in there. Go figure. I replaced the pictures with ones of normal looking girls I'd pulled of the internet.
"Um..who-?"
"I wrote their names on the back. Make stuff up as anda go."
"Are anda sure this is going to work?" Dayna looked at me hesitantly. Her eyes flicked to Marcus then back at me.
What is up with those two?
"Well, if it doesn't I might just be depressed for all of eternity. Your choice!"
"OKay, okay, I'll do it! Anything to get anda back to normal. " Her eyes glittered mischievously. "Where can I find Courtney?"
"What are anda doing?" Dayna questioned.
"I'm not exactly sure." I scrolled down the page.
Dayna glanced over my shoulder at the screen. She squealed in surprise.
"Romantic Comedies, Duncan?! How could you?!"
"Courtney loves this crap." I grumbled, still wondering why I was going to force myself to go to this movie.
"But still, a Rom Com?!" She spat the last word in distate. I shrugged.
"Ugh. anda have reached new levels of obsessity."
I grinned helplessly.
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"Let me get this straight, I have to pretend to me Friends with her, set her up on a blind tarikh with you, and, worst of all, wear this disgusting outfit?!" She held up the offensive garment. It was a short, hot-pink skirt.
"Well anda can't look like anda do now, she won't even look at you. Besides, you've worn stuff like that before, Dayna."
"Yeah, but not pink!" She threw the skirt on her katil along with a crumpled merah jambu tank bahagian, atas she'd also refused to wear.
"Come on, anda owe me for making sure Zack didn't give anda away. Otherwise you'd be picking up trash with the rest of us."
"He's right." Chrystyna agreed, watching Dayna in amusement. Marcus remained silent.
"Fine! But I'm not wearing merah jambu every time I have to see her!"
I smrked.
"Do I get a thank you?" She grumbled as she picked up the outfit.
"Thanks!"
Dayna nodded and stormed out to change.
She returned, looking exactly the same, except her ripped jeans and dark tank bahagian, atas had been replaced with the merah jambu outfit.
"Come on," Chrystyna sighed, "I'll do your makeup."
It took a while, but eventually we made her look like your average popular chick. Chrystyna nodded, looking pleased with herself.
Dayna plucked at her skirt nervously.
"Dayna! I barely even recognize you!" That was true. Chrystyna had gone all the way and even gotten her color contacts. Dayna's eyes were now zamrud, emerald green.
"Wow," Marcus breathed. I got the feeling he liked this new look. Especially the skirt. Dayna smiled at awkwardly.
"Well, I think you're ready."
"What do I say? What if I accidently mention anda atau something! What if-"
"Stop!" I interrupted. " Treat her like you'd treat anyone else, don't act like a delinquint, and.." I grabbed her dompet, beg tangan and ripped out all the foto-foto of me, Chrystyna, Marcus -why are there so many of him?- and everyone else. Zack wasn't in there. Go figure. I replaced the pictures with ones of normal looking girls I'd pulled of the internet.
"Um..who-?"
"I wrote their names on the back. Make stuff up as anda go."
"Are anda sure this is going to work?" Dayna looked at me hesitantly. Her eyes flicked to Marcus then back at me.
What is up with those two?
"Well, if it doesn't I might just be depressed for all of eternity. Your choice!"
"OKay, okay, I'll do it! Anything to get anda back to normal. " Her eyes glittered mischievously. "Where can I find Courtney?"
(TDI, TDA and TDWT never happened)
I was toppled over sejak scrapbooks, ribbons, medal and a big canvas bag when I opened the closet door. What really caught my eye was the huge canvas sack that almost pulverized my leg. I wrenched myself out and pulled the bag over to my bed. I dug out my little sister's, Cookie's (her real name is Charlise), little plastic "Sheriff" badge and giggled. I placed it down and pulled out an unopened letter that I never have seen before. I opened and read it:
Dear Miss Courtney Langerak,
Thank anda for help saving our ranch from MorcuCorp! We really appreciate your concern for all of the Kuda and the ranch. anda are welcome to come here anytime!
From,
Vickie
Barry
Duncan
and the rest of Carousel Ranch!
I ran my fingers over the printed words, especially Duncan's. There was a picture in the envelope of me and Duncan. I now remember how we helped Carousel Ranch like it was yesterday...
I was toppled over sejak scrapbooks, ribbons, medal and a big canvas bag when I opened the closet door. What really caught my eye was the huge canvas sack that almost pulverized my leg. I wrenched myself out and pulled the bag over to my bed. I dug out my little sister's, Cookie's (her real name is Charlise), little plastic "Sheriff" badge and giggled. I placed it down and pulled out an unopened letter that I never have seen before. I opened and read it:
Dear Miss Courtney Langerak,
Thank anda for help saving our ranch from MorcuCorp! We really appreciate your concern for all of the Kuda and the ranch. anda are welcome to come here anytime!
From,
Vickie
Barry
Duncan
and the rest of Carousel Ranch!
I ran my fingers over the printed words, especially Duncan's. There was a picture in the envelope of me and Duncan. I now remember how we helped Carousel Ranch like it was yesterday...