AN: So here we go. First of the new stuff.

I Don't own TD, or the Germs.

The Freak in the Mirror

"But mom, why does it have to go in my room?" A daughter said to her mother.

"Because your aunt sent it specifically for you, and said it has to be in your room." The mother, Laurena told her daughter.

"That doesn't make any sense."

"It doesn't have to Courtney, now stop being a brat, and do as your aunt wishes."

"Fine."

Her name is Courtney Ramirez, and she's a seventeen year old high school student, who could be classified as a nerd, based on her looks, because of her long unkempt hair that is sometimes wrapped in a very big bun on her head, her huge glasses. and her style of dressing, which made her look like she was cashing checks at a bank or doing people's taxes, usually only grays, or browns in her loose fitting wardrobe. The argument she, and her mother, were just having was over a really strange looking mirror Laurena's sister sent Courtney from Tamaulipas, Mexico. Courtney isn't a social person at all. She has straight A's in all of her classes, so she never really got to know anyone, and never made any real friends, since she focused so much on school. She pretty much only has passing acquaintances that she greets once in a while. This is just how her social life turned out. Her aunt says that the mirror will help her with problem… Courtney thinks otherwise.

After hanging up the mirror in her room, she realized it was actually kind of cool, since it was a top to bottom mirror, and had a nice design on the frame that held it together.

After looking at herself in the mirror, she decided it was time to take a shower, and get ready for bed, because she had to be up at five. There was nothing she needed to do, she just always wakes up at that time, and feels like changing her sleeping time could really throw off her whole schedule.

After getting out of the shower, Courtney walked to her room in a robe. Once in, she threw off the robe, and quickly put on a pair of short shorts, and a t shirt to sleep in.

She examined herself in the mirror, thinking about how she didn't want it at first, but now seeing it hung up, it actually brings her room together a little more.

She turned around to get into her bed, but then heard something... Something that nearly scared the crap out of her.

"Well, hello there." A voice came from out nowhere, and she immediately looked all around the room, but couldn't see anyone.

"W-Who said that?"

"Over here gorgeous."

Courtney turned to where it sounded like the voice coming from, right in front of the mirror, and before her eyes, a boy appeared.

"AHHHH!" Courtney screamed, as she ran out of her room.

"Courtney! What's wrong!?" Her father shouted, as he, and her mother ran up the stairs.

"T-T-There's someone in my room." Courtney stuttered.

"Where!?" Her mother shouted this time, then went into the room

After a few minutes of searching, and making sure the windows were locked, her parents gave up on finding anyone.

"Courtney, you must've imagined it, you're probably just sleepy." Her father said.

"Dad! I swear I saw someone standing right there in front of the mirror!"

Her dad walked over to the mirror, and laughed. "I guess you must be a cat, because you were scared by your reflection."

"Ughh."

"Princess, just get some rest. You should be fine in the morning." He said, as he walked out of the room, with her mother in tow.

"Reflection my ass." Courtney said to herself, then got up to check the mirror.

She stared at the mirror intently, and even got closer, so she could make out the markings on the frame.

"Well you do have a nice ass."

"Holy cr-" She yelled, but quickly covered her mouth, so as to not wake up her parents.

"Stare any harder, and your eyes will pop out." Courtney looked directly into the mirror, and she suddenly felt chills up her spine, and all the blood rush from her face.

Looking back at her was the same boy, but now she noticed he had piercings all over his face, a green mohawk on his head, and what she felt looked like clothes only a delinquent would wear, but the part that stunned her most were his unreal teal colored eyes. She didn't freak out like earlier though, mostly because she was in shock. Courtney had realized he wasn't standing in front of the mirror…

He was in it.

"W-What the hell are you doing in my mirror?!" She asked him nervously.

"Uhh, your mirror?"

"Yes. My mirror."

"Okay... Well, I just thought maybe I'd take a nice stroll in some random chick's mirror, yeah that's it." He said sarcastically.

Courtney stood in silence, trying to calculate what was happening.

"You okay?" The boy asked her.

"H-How are you in the mirror?" She asked back slowly.

"I don't know. How are you not in the mirror?"

"Oh great. A mirror with a sarcastic neanderthal in it, just what I needed, thanks aunt Vero." She huffed.

"Hold on. You're V's niece?"

Courtney looked at him dead in the eye. "How do you know her?"

"Hello? I was her damn mirror for the past ten years. I only helped her out with so many things."

"You helped her out? With what?"

"You really wanna know?"

"I guess."

"Your aunt used to have some seriously bad self esteem issues, because she never coped with the fact that she was getting old. I helped her fix that."

"How did you do that?"

"By doing what a mirror usually does. Showing her she should be proud of who she really is, also I listened to her problems a lot, and that's always a good thing for women. I was there for her when no one else was."

"Just who the hell are you?"

"I'm Duncan, and you are?"

"Umm, I'm C-"

"Completely beautiful." He cut her off, and then smirked.

"No, my name is Courtney."

"Okay Courtney, I guess you're the next person I need to help then."

"I don't need help from a talking mirror."

"Your aunt sending me here says otherwise. So, you wanna tell me what your problem is?"

"I'd rather fail my next test."

"Ahhh smart girl? You get good grades in school?"

"Of course."

"Nothing less than an A?"

"Nothing less."

"I'm just gonna take a wild guess, and say you have no friends."

Courtney stood wide eyed, and completely astonished. Duncan had figured out her problem, by reading one of her usual habits.

"Am I right?" He said snidely.

Courtney took a deep breath, then proceeded to remove the mirror. She attempted to take it down several times, but it wouldn't budge, no matter how hard she tried.

"The mirror can't be moved until I feel that I've helped you fix your problem." He smirked, and crossed his arms.

Courtney glared at him. "Fine, I'll just tell my dad." Now she smirked.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Trust me." He told her.

"Why not?"

"Because it'll be the second time your dad has to look in this mirror for me, and I don't think he'll like that."

Duncan was right. Courtney couldn't tell her dad about the guy living in her mirror. Not only would he freak out, but he'd probably be really pissed at her too. She instead walked over to her purse, and pulled out a black stick.

"What's that?" Duncan asked.

"Something my dad gave me to defend myself. I've never really needed it until now." She said, then flicked the stick, and made it longer. It's a retractable nightstick.

"Oooh. I'm so scared." Duncan teased.

"You should be. It's got a steel ball tip." She said, and Duncan chuckled.

"What's so funny?" She asked with a snobbish look.

"You said tip."

Courtney was finally fed up with Duncan's shit, so she walked up to the mirror, and swung the nightstick as hard as she could, smashing the mirror into pieces.

She dropped the nightstick, and kicked it under her bed, knowing her parents would probably be rushing to her room by now. Surprisingly her parents never showed, so she decided to head downstairs to find them.

After looking all through downstairs, she opened the front door, and saw that her dad's mustang was gone.

"I guess they went out?" She said to herself, then went back upstairs, and into her room.

Courtney pulled her cellphone out from her purse, and saw a text from her mom, but of course didn't know she got it, since she places her phone on silent during school, and always forgets to change it back, even though no one actually texts her, other than her parents.

Your father, and I are going out with some friends from his firm, there's leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry, love you.

She placed the phone on her nightstand, and decided to grab the broom, and dust pan from the closet in the hall.

When she returned with the broom and dust pan, she stopped dead in her tracks at the entrance of her room.

"Did ya miss me, princess?" The mirror was now back in its place, and a visibly irritated Duncan was standing in full view.

"H-How-B-But-"

"Let's try that again. Am I right about your problem?" Duncan asked.

Courtney had finally gathered herself, and shot back a threat. "Maybe I'll just smash you over, and over again until you finally stay broken."

"That won't work, after this mirror gets smashed once, it can't be broken again until it's removed."

Courtney threw the dust pan across her room, and pointed the broom at Duncan.

"You're gonna test it? Be my guest."

Courtney gripped the broom, but after a moment, dropped it, and sighed.

Duncan then sat on the floor in his mirror.

"Come sit over here." He pointed to a spot in front of him on Courtney's floor.

"Now, what's your problem, in detail." Duncan asked sincerely.

"Well I-"

"Hold on." He stared closely at Courtney. "Now that I see you up close, you've got a cute face, but those glasses really throw off your looks, and what is this hair?"

"I thought you were going to listen to my problem first, not criticize my looks."

"Well, with all that hair, there's barely anything to look at."

"Ugh, can you stop being a jerk."

"Okay, continue."

"As I was saying, I… Umm I don't have any friends."

"That it?"

"I've never been in a relationship before, or been kissed."

"Well, you don't have to be in a relationship to get kissed."

"Eww. I would never kiss a random person."

"You should try it. I always had hippy girls looking to get a little tongue from me, and even more."

"Eww. You pig." Courtney thought for a moment. "How long have you been in this mirror?"

"Well, I went to the last Germs show at the Starwood, so about ten years, I guess."

"Germs show? Starwood?"

"C'mon! You know, the Germs. Darby, Pat, Lorna, Don. Please don't tell me you seriously don't know the Germs. They only stopped playing in 1980!" Duncan shouted.

"Umm, Duncan what year is it?"

"Hearing you say that makes me think I might be wrong."

"Completely. Duncan, it's not 1990, the year is 2014!"

Duncan stood wide eyed, and silent for a while before he said anything.

"Your aunt…" He said quietly.

"What?" Courtney asked.

"Your aunt…" He said a little louder.

"My aunt?"

"Your aunt… She's a lying bitch… She told me it had only been ten years, since I got trapped in here."

Courtney laughed at his confusion. "I mean seriously Duncan, technology has advanced so much. How could you possibly think it was barely 1990?"

"Maybe it's because, I'm trapped in a damn mirror!"

"Point taken." Courtney said, then laughed again.

"She's still a lying bitch." The two were silent for a while, before Duncan spoke again. "Back to your problems. Take off your glasses."

"Why?"

"Do you have contacts?"

"Yes. but I never wear them."

"Well, now you're gonna."

"But I won't look as intelligent as I am."

"Princess, I'm gonna teach you how to use your confidence to make friends, not your brain."

Courtney scowled at Duncan using her dad's nickname for her. "Why couldn't I have gotten the mirror with a university professor in it?' Courtney asked rhetorically, as she got up to do as he said.

Courtney placed her glasses on her nightstand, and pulled her contacts out from the drawer. She placed them in here eyes, and walked back, so Duncan could get a closer look. "Well?" She said.

"Wow, you've got some gorgeously dark eyes, Princess. If I wasn't in this mirror, I'd probably be chasing you."

"If you weren't in the mirror, you would probably be in juvenile hall."

"I'm not gonna lie, I've been there before. Actually about eight times."

"Oh great. You're a pig, and a delinquent."

"And don't forget, I'm also your mirror." He smirked.

"Stop making that face, it's creepy."

"Okay, whatever. Now you've gotta do something about that hair."

"You're one to talk." She said in reference to Duncan's green mohawk.

Duncan thought for a bit. "Do you have any of those fashion magazines?"

"No, but I think my mom does."

"Well, go get one."

"Fine." Courtney said, as she walked out of the room, and into her parent's room. Once she found a magazine conveniently left next to the master bathroom sink, she went back to her room.

"How are you going to read this?" She asked.

"With my eyes?" Duncan responded.

"I mean, how are you going to turn the page?"

"That's why you're here, Princess."

"Stop calling me that." She said, as she held the magazine up to him.

"Whatever." He said back.

After flipping through the pages a few times, Duncan finally saw something that attracted his attention.

"Okay, I found it."

"Found what?" She asked, and he signaled to turn the magazine around. "Oh no. I am not cutting my hair that short." She said defiantly to his suggestion.

"It'll make you look hot. That's always a plus when you're trying to make friends."

"I want to start by making friends of the same gender first."

"It goes both ways. The more attractive you are, the easier it is for people to talk with you."

"That has to be one of the most superficial things I've ever heard!" She shouted.

Duncan crossed his arms, and smirked. "Humans are ugly creatures. People like you always try to deny it, but once you get a taste of being acquainted with people, you'll definitely want more."

"As if." She crossed her arms as well. "I would never act that way, and I am not cutting my hair that short. It's barely past her shoulders!"

Duncan did not look amused. "Think about this. There's probably that one cheerleader, who was an ugly duckling in middle school, but one boob job daddy paid for, and some caked on make up fixed that, and now she has all the guys groveling at her feet. That one jock that was the fat kid in elementary, but started working out, and became the first string linebacker on varsity as a freshmen, and gets laid whenever he wants. If you want to change the way people feel about you, you've gotta change the way they see you, be it physically, or emotionally, and I don't think you can pull it off emotionally."

"That was really profound, Duncan. I didn't think you could sound so intelligent."

"I get that way sometimes. So it's been decided, you'll get the haircut after school tomorrow, and the next day you'll make your first friend." Duncan said excitedly.

Courtney was hesitant at first, but then agreed. "Yeah!" She shouted, as she got up to head to bed. She laid in her bed, and looked at Duncan, who was now standing.

"Are you going to watch me sleep?" She asked a little nervous.

"Nah, I was just waiting till you got into bed." Duncan told her. "Goodnight, Princess." He said, then faded from the mirror.

"Wait... Duncan?" She called.

"Yeah?" Duncan said, as he came partially into view in the mirror.

"Goodnight." She told him. He smirked, and then faded away again.

"Maybe this'll work." Courtney thought to herself, as she laid in her bed. She took one glance at the now empty mirror, and smiled.

"Yeah, this is definitely going to work."