*Crowd Cheering on* Hey, I'm back with a new fanfic!!! Hoooo oooh!!!! Now, I'm focusing on Duncan's life but this is a DxC story, so don't worry! Uh, I had that idea yesterday at 10 o'clock, trying to sleep to go to school the next morning and then, it popped up! Hum, for the ones that are asking if there's anything related to Vanessa Carlton's song, hum... no! Spring Street is my creation (fanfic). Anyway, read and I pray you'll like it.

I don't own TDI (too bad...)

R&R

Spring Street

It is 4 am and I'm wide awake, lying in my bed, waiting for some answers to come. Not even tired, I stare blankly at the plain white ceiling facing me. It is all empty and the room is filled in with some of the new come summer air. Regardless that I just graduated from high school, I think of nothing else. As if I didn't do anything more than this. I know who I am, I totally do but now, I am just wondering what life can give me. I mean, with what it has given me by now, there's nothing really interesting.

My mistakes will always be following me; I realize it by now. I may not be the smartest guy in that city, or even in my former high school, but I know when something is wrong. Life isn't a party all time; I realize it. We can't always be surrounded by good people; there are some bad asses too. It's everyone for himself and I just figured it out. I can't deny about it anymore. Tonight, I could be sleeping hardly after partying hard as I did with all the other graduated guys, but I can't. Thinking about me hurts too much and keeps me without any sleep. I must mend my way; I must start all over.

After twisting my body all over my bed, I straighten myself up on the mattress and run my fingers through my hair. The room completely stifles me with guiltiness and some strangling warmth of the hot summer night. I can't stay there anymore. I stretch my arms in the air and get up to walk toward the door. I slowly open it and step around the second floor, being careful not to waken up my folks or my brothers. I peek at my parents' room; they're sound asleep and my father is snoring as usual. I tiptoe to my room and put on faded jeans and my black Chuck Taylor converses. I slip on the first tee I touch and quietly tiptoe again until the stairwell. Then, I carefully go one-by-one the stairs and trot through the living room until the front door, where I disarm the burglar alarm and discreetly thread through the entrance. I take care of closing behind me.

Walking silently in the hot night, I think about this afternoon's events. I always knew that I wouldn't live like a king all my life; but I'd never thought these responsibilities would come that early. Next year, usually, I would have to go to college and change all of my habits ―one of my favourite being skipping classes. I would have to get another job than the one I already have. The most important; I'd have to grow up. Things are different now; I did a deal with myself. I will go to college in two years and, the new coming one, I'll have it free. Free to get my own stuff. Well, I didn't actually decide that― my parents did. I had promised them before to get my diploma so I could get a good job but then, they asked for more. My mom begged me to do at least a year of studies. My father found the solution I kept after several minutes of deliberation. Maybe I'll respect my promise, maybe I won't.

But then, since I am free, I am wondering what I should do for a whole year. The thing is I don't wanna stay with my parents. I don't even want to stay here. I just want to go. I want to leave the hell out of here. There is that bad feeling wandering around; something telling me I don't belong here.

Suddenly, after walking a few minutes, I stop in front of a large post showing some classified ads. Some for furniture, other for garage sales and some for places to rent. Unconsciously checking all of them, I stop my eyes right in front of one of them. It is a house, well a room in a house, to rent. A large bungalow, with 7 bedrooms, 3 washrooms, a kitchen and a living room. There is a spaced basement, really well-ventilated and an ample backyard with a swimming pool. The best is there's an extra room with a Jacuzzi indoor. It is located in Toronto, on Spring Street Avenue. That is the perfect deal but the thing is the bungalow is 2 hours away from here.

I take a chance and pick the phone number of the place. If I have any chance, I'll call tomorrow. What am I saying? I will be calling tomorrow. Anything to get out of here.

I open my eyes to stare at the alarm clock sitting on my bed side table; 8:16. Without hesitation, I get up and hurry to the first floor. I gulp down a glass of water and run toward the phone. I shove my hand in my left pocket to get out the small piece of paper I had torn out with a phone number on yesterday. While reading it, I dial the number and hear a masculine voice answer with some disgrace.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, uh, I call for the room."I say, on an assured tone.

The man on the phone seems to enjoy that fact and doesn't wait for me to say anything else.

"Your name?"

"Duncan Coles."I respond, confident.

"So, when do you come visit, Duncan?"

"I don't need any visiting. Just tell me how I can pay and I am there Monday."I reply.

His appreciation trails off when he lets out a long sigh.

"Kid, if you don't like the room and you've already paid, I won't pay you back."

"And what are the bad points in there?"I demand, still sure of myself.

"Well, the only one I see is that you'll have to share the house with 6 other people. Don't you mind?"

Yeah, sharing that incredible house with 6 strangers, that's pretty weird and dangerous. Well, who cares? As I said, anything to get out of here. It's time for me to show some maturity. It's time for me to grow and get some challenge. It is time for this to change.

"I don't."

He remains quiet for a moment to finally sigh again.

"Okay then. Just be there by Monday; get the money of the allocation for the first three months and we'll see for the rest."

"Thanks Mr..."

"Mr. Graham. You're welcome, Duncan."

Well, if that is the beginning of a new life, let's say that's cool.

Contrary to my thoughts, my folks didn't take it bad. They said it was a great idea. Well, I was expecting that; it's been a long time since they try to get rid of me. They're scared. They know I'm dangerous and they don't want me to stay with them. It was the same in juvie; there was that blond guy, Randy. He was tall, well built and really arrogant. When I say arrogant, I mean more than I actually am. We were sharing the same cell and he was talking really often about his family. That was annoying; I once told him so. The problem with that kind of guy is that he never listens. Finally, on a February night, when he was sound asleep his bed, I took all his stuff and flushed them into one of the toilets of the washroom. The next night, because he kept talking about them, I grabbed him by the collar and threw him on the floor. The shock was so brutal that they sent him to the hospital. No one ever knew that I was responsible for that, except them. That's why they never dare bothering me.

I took care not to say bye to my friends and packed my suitcases to take the train leading to Toronto. My parents gave me 700 bucks and I dug in my economies and found 300 others. That is it; I am ready to go, as promised.

I left everyone and I'm arrived to the train station. Many people are stepping around and reading news papers, and others are sitting on benches, waiting impatiently. Apparently, I seem to be the only 18 year-old guy around. In time, the train pulls up and stops right in front of me. I sit in and wait for the 45 minutes to pass, until I get to my new life.

Since the arrival by train, I took a taxi to finally be in front of my destination; 762 Spring Street Avenue. At the first look, it looks totally basic and really simple but then, when you come closer, you see there's a difference between other bungalows you could see. It is made of thick red bricks and a long highway decorating the front of the house. I hand some money to the taxi driver and take another look to the house.

"Here it begins."I say, while getting out of the car.

It seems that some people are already in. I don't wait anymore time and step hastily toward the entrance door. I knock three times and a blond green eyed girl responds me. She is dressed like she just came back from Malibu.

"Hey, you must be our other co-tenant..."She says, moving aside to let me pass.

I nod my head and walk in, followed by the surfer chick and the taxi driver carrying some of my stuffs. She stops me in the hall, where she points out a corner where many cases where piled up. I direct the mature aged taxi driver and follow her. Then, we stop again in the living room where many others, surely my new co-tenants, wait up. Counting Malibu, they were 7. A well built Jamaican was standing in a corner, petting a white rabbit. Another male, blond with blue eyes, was obviously eying the blond that had received me seconds ago. Then, there was a raven haired boy, with some bright green eyes, talking with a pale skinned chick with some blue streaks all over her hair and wearing a really dark make-up. At least, someone seems to be like me. My eyes twitch at the sight of a pretty tanned brunette, dressed up in a short skirt and a gray polo. It was unbuttoned so I can see her cleavage (hot!). She glances at me and her attention comes back to the PDA she's holding.

"So guys, I guess we have our last mate. Here is..."She pauses to let me finish her sentence.

"Duncan."

They all begin to glare at me; surely because of my percings and stuff. Before I could tell them to get over it, Malibu continues.

"If I can remember well, here is DJ, Geoff, Trent, Gwen, Courtney and I'm Bridgette." She says, while pointing anyone one by one.

"Hi."I say, less sheepishly than before.

They all smile at me except the brunette, I guess her name is Courtney, who is still on her PDA. I move forward to her and wave my hand in front of her.

"Hey, don't you know it is really impolite not to look at someone that just greeted you?"

She lifts her head to face me. Her gaze is really sweet but, at the same time, really rude. Her onyx eyes meet mine and, suddenly, they change into a kinda infuriated look.

"Yeah, I know it. What about you get the hell out of my sight?"

"Whoa, chill out Princess; a girl like you doesn't need to get angry to excite me."

Her gaze intensifies and gets filled with rage. She stretches her foot and knocks it on my left shin. It really hurts but I don't stumble.

"So hot."I moan silently.

Before she says anything else, a gray haired man, seeming in his middle 50's, steps in the room. Glasses on and holding a notepad, he looks really professional.

"Good morning guys, glad you're all here."

Everyone throws a friendly grin to the mature aged man.

"I'm Mr. Graham, as you should know. Uh, before continuing, are you all there?"

"Yes, Mister."Says that DJ guy, putting his rabbit back in the cage next to him.

"Alright then. First, there are some rules here. The most important; if you don't pay your bills at the end of the month, you're out of the house. Second; your teenage adventures, they're none of my business so if I don't wanna see it, I don't wanna hear of it. Clear?"

Everybody nods in comprehension. Damn; that guy knows how to talk with youth.

"In conclusion, this house must remain clean. Always. I'll do some surprise visits at sometimes so if you wanna do a party, you must advertise me before."

The blond dude smirks while glancing at the Jamaican next to him.

"Ready to visit?"He asks finally.

We don't say anything but follow him into the long hallway. On purpose, I wait for the brunette to put her fucking PDA back in her bag and step into the way. I let her pass before me so I could talk to her.

"Don't you know you're freaking hot babe?"I whisper in her ear.

She obviously blushes but tries her best not to show it (bad actress). Damn, she must be great to fuck with that attitude; I like that!

"You're such a moron."

"Yeah, but you want me as I want you. Don't you?"I deliberately make her feel my soft breath hitting her cheek.

She doesn't say anything and catch up the other guys in the hall. Yep, I came here to mend my way but that upcoming year will bring some interesting things here, on Spring Street.

Boost my ego up and review, I'm waiting! Seriously, tell me if you like.