AN: HEY! THIS IS IMPORTANT THIS TIME ROUND! (shocking.. I know..)

Okay, so I just wanted to clear a few things up before this (incredibly short..) one-shot.

1) Yeah, Duncan smokes in this fic, but I do not, I repeat, DO NOT, aprove of it of any kind.
2) I don't actually think Duncan smokes, but hey, there wouldn't be a fic without it.
3) I believe that if, IF, Duncan smoked, he'd do it cause he wanted to. And so because of that, in this story, he is one of the rare people
(if the only person) who smokes cause he wants to, not cause he needs to.
4) This is in Duncan's POV. All of it. It fits better.
5) Yes, I am aware that I repeated a sentence at the end. Yes, it is supposed to be there.

Well, that's all really. I'll end this now. Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: Nope. Still own nada.

Inhale, exhale. I smirked as the familiar puff of smoke formed a cloud in front of me than disappeared. It was just another night at Wawanakwa, and the Killer Bass had finally won our first challenge, with my leading expertice might I add. Inhale, exhale.

I know what your thinking. Smoking is bad for you! You'll get addicted! Yeah, well I've been smoking for two years now and I'm still not addicted. I just like the feeling of it, a feeling I'd never be able to explain. I was leaning on the porch railing of our crappy cabin when I heard a door slam.

"Duncan? What are you doing up so late?" I heard a familiar voice ask from behind me. I turned to see an exhausted looking Princess.

"I could ask you the same question." I said, as I put my lips to the cigarette once more and watched the butt glow an orangey red.

"Are you. Are you, smoking?" She asked, rubbing her eyes. Man she was adorable. And hot. And sexy. And gorgeous.

"Maybe I am. What's it to ya?" I asked, trying my hardest to put a dangerous tone to my voice. She just glared at me.

"Smoking isn't good for you." She scolded, than bit her lower lip. "It's a really bad habit that's hard to kick." I looked at her confused.

"You smoke?" I asked incredulous. Heck, I never would've guessed that. She scowled.

"No, I do not smoke! And I never will! It's an unhealthy habit that kills! It's a waste of time, and more often times then not it leads to bigger more dangerous things." It took me a while to process what she meant.

"Look sweetheart. I might smoke, but I'm not addicted. I'm fully aware that it kills. It's not a waste of time, it's something to do. And I'm not, nor will I ever be, on drugs." I said, rolling my eyes. She shook her head.

"The first step to helping a problem, admitting you have one." She said, than turned to go back inside.

"Wait!" I called to her. She turned around, not saying a thing, waiting for me to continue. "Would you ever date a guy who smokes?"

"Why?" She asked suspiciously. I rolled my eyes.

"Don't flatter yourself dollface. It's just a question. Now are you going to answer it, or not?" The look on her face clearly showed she was thinking it over.

"No." She said. I cocked an eyebrow.

"No your not going to answer it?"

"No I wouldn't date a guy who smokes." She said, turning back around and walking into her cabin. I sighed and ran my hand through my mohawk. What did I care if she'd date me or not, just because I smoked. It wasn't that big a deal. I raised the half smoked, still lit cigarette to my lips, than lowered it and snuffed it out, throwing it to the ground. I looked to the girls side of the cabin once more and sighed. The things I do for that uptight prep, I thought, walking back to the guys side. Than I smiled. The things I do for that uptight prep.