Courtney’s POV: I walked down the sidewalk as the sun was just beginning to rise. “What a night.”I thought. “Wonder what Brittany is gonna say this time.” I walked through the front door as Brittany ran up to me and hugged me. “Where have آپ been?! I’ve been worried sick!”she said. Brittany wouldn’t know what to do if she didn’t have me. “I was out somewhere.”I simply said. “And I don’t get a hello?” Brittany asked. “Hey Brit.”I said. I walked up the stairs and into my room and layed down on the بستر and turned on my laptop. I checked my emails as I pulled up my friend Bridgette’s email.
“Hey Courtney! What’s up girly?? Listen, I got us a ٹمٹم, gig, لٹو at a bar. I know exactly where its at and I’ll come and pick آپ up tonight. See ya later!” I read.
“Ok, see ya tonight.”I typed and clicked send.
I layed back and put my aching head on the pillow. The reason my head is hurting is because Brittany hit me with a pool stick a couple nights ago. I think she thought I was an intruder یا something. I think she hit me سے طرف کی accident but I don’t know. I walked back downstairs and saw Brittany sitting on the سوفی, لٹانا and watching T.V. “Whatcha watching?”I asked holding my head. “Jersey Shore. Snooki and Mike are fighting again. “Why do آپ watch that دکھائیں again?” I asked. “Because they’re famous.” Brittany said. “Of course they are.”I said. “How’s your head.” She said. “Hurting.”I said. “You know I didn’t mean to hit آپ that hard.”Brittany said. “I’m fine.”I کہا and looked at the clock. “I gotta go.”I کہا and walked out the door before Brittany could ask why. She’s always in my business. I saw Bridgette in her car as I hopped in the car and she drove off. “So, this bar, are we here yet?”I asked. “We are now.”Bridgette said. We got out of the car and walked inside. We walked on stage and saw the rest of the band was already there. Bridgette plays bass, I’m lead singer/ acoustic guitarist, and Gwen plays drums. “Where have آپ guys been?”Gwen asked. “I had to pick Courtney up.”Bridgette said. “That’s funny. The spoiled princess gets everything she wants except a car.”Gwen teased. “Shut up and play.”I کہا as I adjusted the microphone. Gwen got a beat going on the drums then Bridgette joined in as I started singing.
Ow.
You’re gonna have to meet my mama.
Gonna learn to say yes ma’am.
Gonna learn to call me Lord.
If آپ wanna be my cowboy.
Gonna have to treat me like a lady.
Get the door and hold my hand.
آپ better tell me that I’m pretty.
If آپ wanna be my cowboy.
Ain’t got no time for players.
Gonna beat آپ like a rodeo.
Ain’t got no room no heartbreakers
So giddy up, giddy up go!
Grab my hand and take me dancing
دکھائیں me out to all your friends
Rub my back and call me baby
If آپ wanna be my cowboy.
Better learn my پسندیدہ pony.
Better learn my پسندیدہ song
Gotta lay some bling up on me
If آپ wannaa be my cowboy
Ain’t got no time for players
Gonna beat آپ like a rodeo
Ain’t got no time for no heartbreakers
So giddy up, giddy up go!
Grab my hand and take me dancing
دکھائیں me off to all your friends
Rub my back and call me baby.
If آپ wanna be my cowboy
Saddle up and take me for a little ride
Lay me down on a blanket
سے طرف کی the river side
Come on boys!
Ain’t got no time for players
Gonna beat آپ like a rodeo
Ain’t got no time for no heartbreakers
So giddy up, giddy up go!
Grab my hand and take me dancing
دکھائیں me off to all your friends
Rub my back and call me baby
If آپ wanna be my cowboy
Wanna be my cowboy?
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Courtney’s POV: “Do any of آپ wanna be my cowboy?”I asked the crowd as they all started laughing and whistling. Then all of a sudden, a teenage punk stepped on stage. “I do.” He said. “And what’s your name?”I asked. “Duncan, yours?”he said. “Courtney.”I کہا and put my hands around his neck as his hands moved to my waist. We both leaned in and kissed. The crowd went wild as I broke the kiss and backed him up to the edge of the stage and held him سے طرف کی his shirt. I pulled him slightly آگے and kissed him on the cheek before I let him drop to the floor. I walked back and started the اگلے song. I looked down at him, smiled, winked, and threw a piece of paper with my number on it at him. He looked down at it and smiled.