A/N- Wow, second story this week. And this one's about Duncan and Courtney. And video games. Wow. Haha. I don't have a hate for Duncan and Courtney, I just have a dislike of them. I don't know why..... anyways, here ya go!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own, TDI or the play station 2. I do own one of the characters.

I was babysitting the nest-door neighbor. He was 10, and a pretty good kid. But his brother was the one who needed babysat. His name is Duncan. He's 16, and an immature delinquent. No, I'm serious. He got out of juvenile 3 weeks ago, and could probably go back in any minute.

He's such an ogre. A green Mohawk, a lot of piercings, a punk! You know, if I was more like him, I'd find it sexy. But I don't. (A/N- Damn, she's tight! That was mean! Wait, I'm writing it, so, yeah. But this is So not true! Okay, random author's note over.)

"7:30, dinner," I mumbled as I read the list. I pulled out my cell phone for emergency uses ONLY, and looked at the time. 7:29. Just on time.

I pulled the pizza from the fridge, and set it on the plate. Apparently, the boys like their pizza cold. I'd never last a day here, eating cold pizza and making a mess.

"DINNER!" I yelled. Mark, Duncan's brother, charged down here. Duncan on the other hand, didn't come down. "Din-ner!" I yelled again. A stomp wasn't heard. I walked over to the stairs. "Dinner! NOW!!" I shrieked. He still didn't come down.

He was NOT going to disobey me! I was a C.I.T! NO ONE disobeys me! I climbed up the stairs, and knocked on his door. How did I know it was his? It was the only one that smelled like armpits on the outside and the only door that went "Boom, boom boom" every 2 seconds. He opened the door.

"Princess, how's life babysitting Dorkohontus?" He asked. My face turned red with anger, as he called me princess. My name was COURTNEY!

"My name is Courtney! I don't like being called princess!" I shrieked. He put his hands up.

"Okay Sweetheart," he says with a laugh. I scream.

"You OGRE!" I shriek. He just laughs.

"Aw, am I supposed to be sad?" He teased, and closed the door. He didn't lock it, so that gave me a chance to drag him downstairs.

I walked in, and he was playing a video game. It was on full volume. He looked at me for a second, and looked back at the game.

"What is this?" I sputtered.

"Geez, it's a video game. Maybe if you weren't such a tight butt, you'd know what it was and how to work it," He said. I clenched my fist.

"What am I, stupid? Of COURSE I know what a video game is, AND I know how to work it," I yelled, and grabbed the control to prove him right. I pressed the B, and and an arrow came out of a ship. I tried Y, and liquid came out of the back of the plane.

"You just made the plane have a gas leak!" Duncan yelled, and took the control. He fixed the plane. And gave me back the control.

"Why would I want this stupid thing back?" I snapped.

"Well, your still holding it, right?" Duncan asked. I rolled my eyes, and secretly firmed my grip.

"Fine, you win," I mumbled, and looked at the video game. Duncan put his hands over the controller, and put them on mine. Wow, his hands were so..... soft, and firm. Great, I could NOT believe what I was thinking.

"Like this," He whispered, and softly forced my finger down on the X button. Gunshots fired, and the plane exploded.

"Alright!" I said, and turned around and hugged him. He laughed and hugged back.

"Aw, how sweet! Now, wait until my mom finds out you're not babysitting me!" Someone said. I jumped off of Duncan and saw Mark. That's just great.

"Go to bed! It's 8:00!" I yelled. Mark snapped his fingers, and slammed his bedroom door.

"Nice princess," He laughed.

"Don't call me that!" I snapped. He smiled.

"So? Stop being such a boss. You played VIDEO games," He said, and emphasized video.

"Got a point," I mumbled. Just them, the front door closed shut. Crap. Either the twerp got out or his parents are home. I ran downstairs. His parents were home. I sighed in relief.

"Courtney hun, you did a great job! One problem. When I said the boys better be in bed by 8:00, I meant both of them," The mother said. I turned around and saw Duncan.

"I was just helping her clean up after dinner. Mark made a mess, so I cleaned up and Courtney sent him to bed," Duncan said. He defended me? Just for your information, I can defend MYSELF! But, that was sweet for a criminal.

"Oh. But go to bed mister," the dad said, and followed his wife into the living room.

"Here sweetheart," he said, handed me his phone number, and kissed me on the cheek. "G'night," He said, and shuffled upstairs. I turned red. Wait, why did I just let him kiss me!? Why did I let him call me sweetheart!? Why did I let him give me his phone number?!

Oh yeah, we played video games together. I laughed, grabbed the well-earned 10 bucks, and left the house.

Okay! Yeah, not very good. Whatever. Read and Review this story and my other 3, and check out the pole on my page!

~tdiharter