Sup peeps? I would like to clarify that I am not dead. There are times when I wish I was, so I wouldn't have to go through the pressures and problems of the daily life of a teenager, especially if said teen is a weirdo and psycho, and always has a smile on their face and laughs constantly - which is meee :D

So here is a new story that occurred to me while listening to a Spanish song on my iPod... yeah, this is one of the things that would classify me in the weirdo category, since I don't speak the language... well I know how to count in Spanish, does that count? Now I'll shush and work on my Chem and Bio hw... -w- die, die, die.

Disclaimer: Me no no own TD series, just the awesome imagination of my mind that pops up every now and then.

"So the princess has a dark side."

"Okay... that was so gross. But it was like... once I did something bad, it was so much fun, I just wanted more!"

"Well, you could always give me that kiss. That'd be pretty bad."

"You're still not my type."

"Fine. Enjoy a peanut butter-less life."

"Thanks. Enjoy prison."

"I will."

And when he was expecting another insult, he wasn't expecting the actions the girl next to him did. Feeling a set of soft yet delicate pair of hands grasp each side of his face, his face warming up by the touch of her skin, and then the sudden touch of a new and different sensation touching his lips. Was he surprised and shocked? Hell yes, but was he going to let her have all the fun? God no.

Shutting his teal eyes, he began to deepen the kiss, trying to ignore the fireworks exploding in his mind. From day one he had a mission ever since he locked eyes with the C.I.T. and now he had accomplished it. Somehow, kissing the girl in front of her seemed like she was the only one he would, could and should kiss for the rest of his life.

Before his heart could rule over his head, her inexperienced lips had parted from his rough ones. Now, smiling sweetly with her onyx orbs of vision at him while he opened his eyes, she descended down the woody and rickety stairs from their cabins love-struck. Still watching her retreating form, his train of thought was removed by a cheer from his fellow teammate and new friend.

"Yes, dude!" he cheered ecstatically, placing an arm around his shoulders and grinning achievingly at him, flashing their infamous thumbs-ups.

In response, the mohawked boy grinned back at his cowboy-hatter friend, giving a simple response that seemed to answer everything, "Told you she wanted me."

Then all of a sudden, the pink shirt friend's expression had changed from being overjoyed to somewhat concerned, informing his friend an unusual request – "Dude, wake up."

"What are you on about? This is real," he assured his friend, trying to see if his friend was joking or not.

"This is all just a dream, I'm sorry to tell you that dude," the blonde boy persisted with, turning around to hold a red bucket in his hands, filled with water.

His words got the teal-eyed boy more furious by the minute. "This is not fake Geoff, it is real. I'm not making this crap up, you saw everything!"

"Sorry dude, but wake up!" And with that, he threw the water-filled bucket at him, drenching his mohawk, his thin white singlet and his indigo trackies, as well as his pillow and his doona covers.

He coughed and spluttered, regaining vision from everything that just happened. After a few minutes, he finally had a clear view of everything – he wasn't back at Camp Wawanakweird like he was all those years ago, he was in his bedroom, with Geoff standing next to his bed holding a red bucket.

It got him wondering why his friend was holding a bucket that was filled with dihydrogen monoxide like in his dream, when it occurred to him.

"Geoff, I did it again, did I?" he enquired, stretching his muscly arms in the air.

Geoff in return gave a sympathetic smile, nodding slightly. He turned to leave his buddies' room, knowing that he didn't like small talk when being woken up – especially by someone pouring water on their face. "Yeah, Duncan you did. I guess you are just dreaming about the awesome memories that we had back there."

After knowing Geoff left, Duncan sighed, ruffling his mohawk. His dreams always plagued him ever since his relationship with Courtney went downhill. He didn't know what he did wrong, he was sure he had never hurt her physically at all; he never pressured her into anything. Despite all they had been through with the whole rumours of a relationship with him and his fellow friend Gwen and their constant bickers and arguments, they still managed to stay solid and strong, always supporting the other, and always caring for each other.

Getting out of his bed, he made his way out of his room and down the hall, heading for the kitchen. Man was he starving! As he paced grudgingly and half-asleep down the hall, he couldn't help but observe the pictures of him and his roommate Geoff. What intrigued him was a picture of Geoff and his long-time girlfriend Bridgette hanged up on the wall, especially of one of the two at a park. It brought back another memory that Duncan remembered that even in his sleep deprived state, his teal eyes had widened by recalling the sad memory.

The park where his buddy and his girl were at was Duncan and his girl's favourite place to hang out. He remembered the day very well, it was the day that they had broken up. She wanted to meet him at the park one day a few years back, wanting to tell him something important. He also planned to tell her something too, something he had been debating over the past few weeks. When they had both met up, she began to cry, telling him that they had to break up because she was moving half way around the world, and that long distance relationship would be too difficult to handle. As he watched her leave for the last time, his heart ached, never getting to tell her what he wanted to tell her in the first place – that he loves her.

What was sad was that it had been nine years since that unforgettable moment, and Duncan still loved her. He knew it was highly possible that she had met someone that was just like her – persistent, stubborn, intelligent, and someone that never gave up, as well finally settling down with the guy and getting married with him, and possibly having little miss Courtney's running around as he thought about this.

Thinking of Courtney with another man that wasn't him crushed his heart. Yes, although he was still a bad boy, he was still also someone with feelings. At least his sudden emotions that were swelling up inside of him had vanished when he saw a note on the kitchen table.

Dude, gone to get more food, spech the drinks and meat. Will be back with Bridge from the airport. And call your mum, she worries. G.

Duncan chuckled; it was so like his mum to call constantly over him. After all, he still believed he was the better child of the family. He remembered that Bridgette would be coming home after going to see her friend in America. He wondered if she ever kept in contact with Courtney, or better if that friend she went to visit was -

"Oh yeah!" he cheered, losing his train of thought by realizing that today was his day off. Oh how he was waiting for this day since… last week.

Opening the fridge door, he grabbed himself the only available item there was – cordial. Duncan stared at the drink with disgust. He knew that it was only in the fridge because one) him and Geoff forgot to do the weekly shopping, two) they had a party a couple of nights before, three) Bridgette liked drinking it, and four) they couldn't be bothered filling up the fridge.

Sighing, he grabbed the drink and headed to the lounge where their plasma television was. Grabbing the remote from the couch, Duncan clicked on the power button, expecting a sports channel, not the…

"Opera channel!" Duncan screeched, trying to flick through all the channels, with the only channel appearing was the opera itself. "Damn Geoff forgot to pay for the cable. Argh, this sucks!"

Furious, he shouted to himself, "What the hell am I supposed to do now?"

It didn't matter anyway, he fell fast asleep after hearing the opera within the minute he switched the television on. He always had a habit of falling asleep immediately after classical music began to play, so it came to no surprise that whenever Courtney would practice her violin near him, he would be in sleepyland.

The front door slammed, making Duncan's reflexes become jolty, waking him from his sleepy state. At least he was thrilled that he got the sleep he needed, although he would have to yell at Geoff for forgetting to pay this month's cable bill.

Then all of a sudden, he had felt someone tugging on his mohawk, running their hands all over it. Everyone knew that if you touched or messed with Duncan's hawk when he was asleep, you would be dead… no lie. Before Duncan could manage to tell whoever it was to go run for their lives, he didn't expect to hear a soft voice pipe up above him.

"Why does this man have grass growing on his burnt head?"

Muahahaha, that is all you get for now. Why? Because I am awesome, and because I just said so!

And I guess I better do this before I get poked, nun-chucked and killed by sophisticated words by these certain peeps of mine - to Rebekah, Monique and Melvyn, thanks for taking the time to read this chappie. Although I am still disappointed at you Melvyn for reading it after I sent it 3 hours before... disgusting indeed. Monique, just go eat some food like you always do you odd child, and Rebekah, go be a wannabe-emo-and-gangsta-turned-ninja-and-nerd somewhere else.

Now I shall watch Glee to watch the muscly and hot 'PUCKY PUCK!'... and this part would classify me in the psycho category :D

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