Disclaimer: Don't own the four Ducks in this story (Guy, Luis, Fulton, and Portman) but I do own the OC's (Parker, Cooper, Jess, Greenberg, and Maxwell).

Summary: Sequel to Show Me Everything You Got. After living a year, with their chaotic lives in New York City, everyone is still figuring out that thing called love. Whether it is old love, current love, or broken love, everyone in the group has it in mind. (A Germaine, Fulton, Portman, and Mendoza fic)

A/N: Why helloo there. The sequel is here. For those who didn't read the story prior to this, it's called Show Me Everything You Got, and it's pretty long, but if you wanna read it, then go for it. I'm going to try to make this sequel explain the things that happened in the other story so you won't have to read Show Me just to understand this one. But all that info can't come out in one chapter, so this is just an introduction. Sorry, the chapter is a tad bit long... so is this author's note. Also, but the summary could be changed over time. Story title is from this awesome 'Temptations' song.

Anyway, I hope you guys like this. Please tell me what you think through those lovely things called reviews. Feedback are a lovely thing.

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Portman sat at the counter of Jess's apartment, watching as Guy and Parker laughed with cake batter splattered across their faces, as they did their best to not mess up the cake. Unlike last time, when Cooper could have sworn that they were trying to poison everyone because it tasted so bad.

Rolling his eyes, Portman hopped off his chair, and walked to the TV, to see Cooper and Maxwell hugging on the couch while watching a movie.

"Come on man, watch a movie with us," Max said, the two looking up at him.

Portman glared, feeling instantly jealous of their cuddling, "Screw you, man. I don't appreciate your mocking at all." Portman turned on his heel, imitating a snooty girl, and Max looked at Cooper, slightly pouting, confused to why Portman freaked out on him.

"Its okay honey, I don't think he meant it," Cooper replied, putting her hand through his hair, also confused to why Portman had a bitch fit on them.

Walking past Fulton, who was smirking as he talked on the phone, Portman huffed past him and walked into the girls' guest room, slamming the door for effect that the toddler was angry. Breaking everyone's happiness, and ignorance of Portman loneliness, they all straightened up their backs, and looked at the direction of the room.

"Poor Portman," Parker mumbled. "He really needs a girlfriend."

Cooper sat up, and grinned, "We should find him one!"

Guy shook his head, "Oh no. You two on a search for a girlfriend just screams catastrophe."

"Sh," Parker replied, pushing Guy without looking at him. "Yeah, we should."

"Where's the phone?" Max asked, and they all looked around, searching for the cordless house phone.

"Ah," Fulton groaned. "Tams, I'll call you later," He said, quickly, waiting for her to say bye before he replied and hung up. "I got this," Fulton said, opening the door, and closing it behind him.

"Give it back!" The three heard through the paper thin walls, "Fulton! Give it back right now!"

"How pathetic are you, man!" Fulton yelled back, "Stop calling Katie!" After that was said, all that was heard was one last, 'No!' then a thud on the ground. "When are you gonna learn man! Now stay there, and think about what you've done." Fulton said opening and closing the door behind him.

Parker shook her head, "That was a little harsh. Poor Portman. I'll go talk to him."

They all nodded, and Fulton directed an arm towards the room, leading her in. She opened it, sighed, smiled, and walked in, closing it behind her.

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Parker stared at Portman, face down in the carpet, and his legs still on the bed. With his body hanging off, Portman slowly took his arms to lift his upper body off the floor, to look at Parker.

"Portman," She pouted. "Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" Portman asked, snarling a bit. "Am I okay?" He repeated, and Parker backed away little, with eyes wide, in fear that the Portman on the ice was going to freak out on her in the midst of his loneliness and pathetic love life. He closed his eyes, and pouted, "I'm not okay." Parker sighed as he let his legs drop to the floor, creating a thud, and disturbing whoever lived in the apartment beneath them. He slowly got up, and sat on the bed against the wall, "I need a girlfriend."

"We can find you one," Parker sat on Cooper's bed across from hers, where Portman sat.

"Yeah, but I want Katie," Portman sighed, and Parker followed.

"Portman, I know she's said that she wants to get back together with you a few times, but it seems that she's just playing around with you," Parker sat forward, towards him. "I think it's time to move on. She's been doing this to you for a year already."

Portman closed his eyes, and let his head rest, thudding into the wall behind him. Parker winced and Portman whispered, "I know."

"So, would you let me and Cooper set you up?" Parker asked, smiling, as Portman's eyes shot open wide. "Oh, come on, Portman, we won't pick anyone ridiculous. Just someone we think would be good for you." Portman's eyes turned into slits, "Please." Parker asked, her lip pouting, and her puppy dog eyes apparent.

"Aw jeez," Portman groaned, rolling his eyes. "Fine, we'll try one."

Parker grinned, got up, opened the door, and yelled, "Coop! Mission, find Portman a girl, is officially on!" She turned around, grinning at Portman, and Portman sighed, as she closed the door behind her.

"He agreed?" Max asked, walking into the kitchen.

"He's depressed, he doesn't know what he's saying anyway," Fulton shook his head. "You guys can't do that to him! He's in this state right now."

"Who's in a different state?" Luis asked, walking in, and closing the door behind him. Joining the group, he stood there, as Greenberg came out of the guys' guest room.

"I mean, you remember what happened to this kid?" Guy said, putting an arm around an obviously confused Greenberg.

"Yeah, what happened to him when you guys set him up with that girl from Cooper's Sociology class?" Fulton said, as Cooper and Parker shared a smirk and a look.

Greenberg rolled his eyes, "Aw, jeez. Why did I come out of the room?"

"You mean that time when he got set up with that Ashley girl, who was really hot, and seemed normal, but when it came down to the end of the night," Luis started.

"She wanted to rape him," Maxwell said, mocking the exact words Greenberg used just a few months ago.

"A guy can't get raped," Cooper laughed.

"If you don't want to it, then it is," Greenberg defended, everyone looking at him, with a raised eyebrow, realizing how un-masculine it sounded. He grumbled, "We went over this."

"And exactly what does that tell us, Greenberg? That you don't want to get laid by a hot chic, who is obviously throwing herself at you," Parker said, checking to see if there was anything left in one of the Chinese food take out boxes. Before she could even reach for one, Guy handed it to her, and she received it without looking.

Confused, Luis and Maxwell stared at the two.

"How do they do that?" Luis asked, and Maxwell shrugged.

"I have no idea," He replied.

"Yeah, I didn't set you up with someone bad. She just wanted to," Cooper thought. "Make you happy."

"She was kinda crazy, Coop. Greenberg didn't have a chance to get any of his clothes because she was so insistent, that he had to run outside with one of her towels, because it was the only thing he could grab. We had to pick him up, and he was using that one bright pink towel," Parker said, chewing her food. "God, it was embarrassing to pick you up."

Greenberg closed his eyes, "Ah yes, the memory has just been refreshed in my mind."

"Well, we learned from our lesson, right?" Cooper said, putting a hand out to get the fork from Parker. "We can pick someone better now."

"I vote that Parker picks the person," Luis raised his hand.

"Hey," Cooper whined, looking up, as all the boys instantly raised their hands up too.

Parker patted Cooper on the back, "Sorry, Coop."

Suddenly, the seven heads all directed their attention to the ringing phone. Parker smiled, running to pick it up, answering with a big, loud, "Buddy! How are you?" Parker asked, in an unusual accent. "I'm good." Parker nodded, "Yes, I went to class." Parker nodded again, "Yes, we already ate dinner." Parker rolled her eyes, sighing, already tired of Jess's grandfather like questions. Even if he moved to Seattle, he still wrapped a protective arm over his best friends living in New York City. "Here, talk to everyone, Jess."

The seven gathered around the tiny table, holding the phone up, talking to Jess simultaneously as they stood his apartment, exactly a year later from the day they all met.