I was sitting at my desk doing homework, when my phone started ringing. The Caller ID read Dunky.

"What do you want?" I asked, didn't Duncan know that I was busy and had a lot of stuff to do. I had to finish my homework before my late soccer practice.

"Courtney," Duncan's voice sounded very strained "Can you drive me to the hospital?"

"What? What happened? Are you okay?"

"Courtney, Ill explain it to you when you get here. Please hurry, I'm in a lot of pain." Duncan said, then the line went dead.

I jumped out of my chair and rushed to Duncan's house. I finally arrived 10 minutes later.

"DUNCAN. WHERE ARE YOU." I yelled as I walked through the front door.

"Upstairs." His voice sounded so small and exhausted.

I ran up the stairs, to the 3rd door on the left, Duncan's room. When I opened the door and saw that he wasn't in there.

"Duncan what room are you in?"

"The bathroom." Was his response.

I walked down the hall to the bathroom and found Duncan laying on the floor, leaning against the tube, with his arms folded on the top of the toilet, with his head in his arms.

"Duncan?" I asked nervously.

"Yes." He said lifting up his head, showing his sweaty and red face.

"What hurts and what happened?" I asked.

"My balls and crotch really hurt and it burns." Duncan replied.

"Wait. What?"

"You herd me. Can you take a look and see if it's infected?" Duncan asked in such a small voice that it gave me a view on what he might have sounded like as a three year old.

"Okay. I guess." I answered. I was really nervous to look at Duncan's penis, I have seen it before (we've been dating for almost three years), but this was a totally different situation.

I bent down, unzipped his pants, pulled down his boxers, and what I was made my face pale and my stomach turned. I jumped back really fast and my hand accidently hit him really hard down 'there'. He let out a moan of pain

"Duncan, what the hell happened?" I asked raking my brain trying to think of things that could have happened to him.

"I tried to dye my pubic hair neon green." He answered.

What. The. Fuck. Was he serious or was this some sick joke him and Geoff came up with to scare the crap out of me.

"You did what."

"I tried to dye my pubic hair a neon green, to match my Mohawk. I thought that it would look really cool." He said, his face turning red from embarrassment.

What in the hell would make him try something like that. This was worse then when he tried to pierce his penis, because it was "The coolest thing and all the punk stars were doing." Does he even think things through.

After my anger and astonishment cooled down, I couldn't help but laugh. This was way too funny. I laughed hysterically for about three minutes, before looking up and seeing Duncan's face, that was filled with pain and embarrassment.

After I calmed down and helped Duncan up and to the car, we rushed to the emergency room, where we found out that Duncan left the dye on too long (Why am I not surprised. He can be so irresponsible sometimes) and has an allergic reaction to one of the ingrediants in the dye.

Hahahaha. I can't wait to tell people about this, I even got a picture of Duncan on the emergency room table making a very pained face.