Duncan woke up that morning with a stiff neck. He was sure it was from the cheap pillow his mom gave him. He smiled at the recent "Happy Nude Year" memory in his head and laughed softly. He finally sat up straight when done dissecting his memories and such and felt sudden vertigo.

"Got up too fast," he muttered to himself.

He then sat there staring around his room smirking at the perfect mess he had created within the past year. It felt like yesterday he had won it all. He then frowned.

And lost it all.

That bitch. He thought to himself. He hated that everytime Courtney popped in his head he wanted to tear off hers. He missed everyone else, though. At least, quite a few of them. Even Noah's constant nagging at Duncan's "unoriginal" insults. He smiled at the memory of watching the cheap zombie movie with Lindsay, and even blushed from the memory of when LeShawna did the cheer for the campers.

He put his hand to his face and and still felt the warmth even after a year. Since this suddenly came upon his mind, he looked through his organized chaos for the promo pictures Chris had given them. He finally found a poster and open it entirely on top of the bed. It had dust on it, but no tears or wrinkles. He rubbed his hand across it and spotting his old pals and enemies. He chuckled when he saw Harold. Dweeb. He smirked when he saw Heather. Karma's a bitch. And once again, with the lively personality in his head, he nearly swooned at the thought of LeShawna.

He shook his head and filed within his mind. That's right. She was into Harold. He couldn't even believe that even after all of this time, that he suddenly felt for LeShawna. Would she have ever considered him in that way...?

No. Besides, he shrugged off this feeling. He wasn't supposed to be a lovey-dovey freak like the cliche guy, or party boy. Especially after what Courtney did to him. He kicked over his desk chair that made a large thud throughout the house. Let them hear.

He stomped downstairs into a disgustingly clean kitchen and found his mom staring at him, obviously in pity.

"Honey, that was long ago, I think -"

"I don't wanna hear it." he mumbled as he walked right past her.

With only plaid boxers and a torn wifebeater on, he walked right out of the front door and sat on the front stairs. He sighed and ran his finger through his hair. He had grown it out now, it was shaggy with streaks of green. His eyes still were the light blue, and since his loss of money they have been nothing but daggers stabbing people with every look he gave.

He finally just thought about the past, and his good times on the shows, season one and two. He just decided while he was out, he should just take a walk. While he walked, he took in the scenery. It was coming close to fall, and his last year of high school. Strange that everyone on the show just HAPPENED to go to his school afterwards, and that Courtney had been desperate to apologize. Yeah, like that was gonna happen.

He made it out of his block and forked left into Main Street, where most of the small business stores are. He enjoyed going to the small resteraunts and coffee places, they were homy and cozy and just nice. Princess always refused to go to those "ghetto" places. He scoffed at the thought. Nothing ghetto about a suburban Canadian neighborhood.

He turned to one of the windows and looked inside. It was small bakery with a raven-haired boy at the counter, picking at strings on his guitar and humming, obviously writing a love song. Hmm, I wonder...

Duncan barged in with a smirk and a rude aura about him. The cashier was startled and nearly dropped his guitar. He frowned at the rude guest. Duncan rolled his eyes and nearly slammed his hands on the counter.

"You got samples for me?" he asked teasingly, and the young man rolled his eyes.

"Not for punks like you. Get out." the man answered. Duncan loved playing with this guy.

"Oh but come on..." Duncan now gave bedroom eyes at the young man. He finally sighed and got out a few rolls for Duncan.

"You are one sick bastard, you know that?"

"I know." Duncan ruffles the guy's hair. "Bye Trentie-poo~!" He wolfed down the rolls and walked out laughing mockingly. Trent shook his head as Duncan walked out.

"I really have to question him sometimes," he said to himself and went back to plucking his guitar strings, working on his vocal chords.

Duncan continued down the street until another familiar face came by him. Duncan laughed to himself. This is gonna make my day.

He walked over to the geek and greeted in a friendly way, building up to his wonderful idea. He chatted and checked the curb. Water was running down it swiftly and in huge amounts. He turned his attention back to the geek.

"... And I finally got my gap closed. Can't you see my level of handsome go up?"

Handsome my ass.

"I can see a difference. Hey, is that the new Spirnt 4G phone?"

"Yeah," Cody replied. He gave it to Duncan and puffed out his chest in pride.

"Wow it's so top-notch!" Duncan fakely enthused. He walked to the right a little and pretended to trip on the curb, and the phone got covered in water. He had a concerned look on his face but alacrity in his heart. Cody looked at his face and sensed the fake concern.

"You're lucky I can pay for that."

"I know."

"You're a sick bastard." Cody glared at him and walked away. Duncan sniffed and smiled.

"I know."