A/N: It's been a while. School has been hectic, so I've really been lacking going on here.

I think I'm going to start a story of a bunch of DXC one-shots. I've got a bunch of these little ideas, but none that can develop into a real story.

Enjoy. ;D

~LooksDon'tMakeTheWorldGo'Round


Octave:

Saying that it was torturous for him was an understatement, but as long as it made Courtney happy then he could just barely tolerate it.

There they sat - in his car driving home from school as they did everyday. Though the only difference this time what they weren't sitting in silence as they usually did leaving more opportunities to talk, but instead she had convinced him to leave the station playing non-stop Mariah Carey music on.

He was about to tear the radio out of it's damn socket.

In case you weren't able to tell from his bad boy persona, or from his frightening apparel that Mariah, wasn't really his style of music. He was more into the headbanging, vulgar, dark forms of metal that gave his girlfriend nightmares upon hearing.

But today he was feeling more generous than usual that, and the fact she nearly begged him for a full five minutes. Knowing Courtney, she knew how to get her way when it came to Duncan. She always would get her way, and honestly he saw nothing wrong with that.

Currently stopped at a red light he tapped his fingers impatiently praying the light would change instantly, because the quicker he got Courtney home the quicker he got to demolish that radio.

"Isn't her voice just spectacular?" His over-elated girlfriend asked. He peered up at the street light - still red. Releasing a sigh he replied.

"Eh, I've heard better." He shrugged feeling his eye twitch at the high range her voice hit.

"Better? How, Duncan? She said to have a five octave vocal range!" She yelled as if he'd insulted her in someway.

"Pssh, big deal. I'm sure anyone could do that." He continued glancing at the light which remained red, and groaned to himself.

"Oh, like yourself? I've heard you sing before, Duncan, and you're not exactly impressive." She spat crossing her arms over her chest like a stubborn five year old.

"You don't have to be good to hit those notes." He scoffed running his hand through his gelled hair.

"Well, then what do you have to do smart ass?" She questioned still glaring at him. He sat in the driver's seat for a brief second thinking of a reasonable response to her previous question when it came to him.

"You just have to squeeze your nuts hard enough." He grinned devilishly watching her face go from slight rage to a flush of embarrassment. She then bit her lip, brought her attention back to the radio, and not even a full ten seconds later shut it off completely just in time for the light to turn green.

The cocky smirk he normal wore remained on his face as he pressed his foot down on the gas pedal. This time however, it deserved to remain there. He had gotten his way without even trying. She was just too easy sometimes.

Now if only he thought of that a full fifteen minutes ago...


A/N: I'm going to have to give full credit to my boyfriend for this one-shot. It was sort of a conversation we held on New Year's except we were talking about Michael Jackson...review? I vote yes. :)