Authors Note.. I DO NOT OWN TDI/A/M, wish I did, but I don't.

This is my first story, so go ahead and flame if you want.. I don't really care all that much. I don't mind if you correct spelling mistakes and/or grammer mistakes.. cause I hate it when a story I'm reading has noticable ones.. I don't know, it just bothers me.

I won't be inserting random AN's into the story, unless nessecary, and I won't be bringing the characters into my story, except maybe further on, and JUST to do the disclaime.. teehee.. well, I hope you like my story, and if I can get it back from my english teacher, I'll be uploading a short little one-shot Christmas-y type story thingy.. so yeah. Now for the part you came here for, the story! (Comment/Review)

Duncan's POV

Uggh, hangover! Wait, that can't be right, I didn't do anything that could give me a hangover last night, or at least, not one THIS bad.

Suddenly, I start to hear a thumping sound. Oh yeah, Bridgette and Geoff are over. That would explain the headache. God their loud! I'd go get some Advil, but that's in the kitchen, and to get to the kitchen, you have to get past the fold out couch, which is conveniently where Geoff decided him and Malibu should sleep. This day, couldn't get worse. Unless of course...

*RING, RIING, RIIING, RIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!!!!!*

Yes of course. The cherry on top. I pick up the phone and hear my boss freaking out at me.

"DUNCAN! GET DOWN HERE NOW! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE HELPING ME TODAY! WE NEED TO TRAIN THE NEW EMPLOYEE!"

"Alright, alright, I'll be down there soon. Just let me get rid of a little problem over here..." I say, while laughing evilly than hanging up. I get up, wash up, get dressed, eat some cereal, put in my piercings and fix my mohawk. What, thought I was a goody-goody prep type who has a high paying job? Ha! More like bad-boy delinquent who enjoys causing trouble and works at an automotive shop helping out for very little pay. Oh well, gives me something to do.

I grab the keys to my car, and tell Malibu and Geoff I'm leaving, and that they better be dressed or gone by the time I'm back. Geoff mumbles something that sounds like an 'ok' but I can't tell since his tongue is halfway down his girlfriend's throat. I roll my eyes and leave.

************** About 30 minutes later... ***************

I walk into the shop. I got to the back room, open my locker, throw my keys in, and put the stupid one piece suit you have to wear, than walk over to the garage. I figure that's the most likely place to find my boss and the new employee. Turns out, I was right. My boss and the new employee are both standing there. My boss, a tall, African-American who was bald and had to be at least 45, was standing there trying to teach the new employee, a guy who looked to be my age with pure black hair, blue eyes, tan and who looked like he'd never held a wrench in his hands before, not to mention fixing a car. Oh, did I forget to mention that I was pretty sure every girl who wouldn't be able to look away, or possibly even faint? Yeah, he was one of those guys who'd be better off on a modeling contract.

Just as I was about to announce that I was here, a beautiful brunette walked in. Her hair was to her shoulders, she was tan, her eyes were such a dark brown they were almost black, she was nicely shaped, if you know what I mean, she had six freckles right above her nose and she was small, and by small, I meant a little short and not overly skinny.

Of course, I wasn't the only one to realize this girl was gorgeous; the new employee did as well.

'Whoa, whoa, WHOA!' I heard my inner voice say. 'Beautiful? Gorgeous? What's gotten into YOU!?'

I just shook it off, I'd think about it later. Right now I had to focus on what was important, that the new employee was trying to get her to fall for him. Funny, I thought she'd be one of those guys to fall the pretty boy right away.

"Hey, I'm Justin" the new employee said.

"Courtney" the girl responded than turned to my boss, Hatchet. Ooh... Justin probably wouldn't like that...

As I'd guessed, Justin wouldn't have that.

"I was wondering if maybe, after I'm done my shift if you'd like to go to supper and catch a movie or something." He said confidently.

"Umm, I don't think so." Courtney said. Than she turned to Hatchet, asked him if he could take a look at her car, signed everything she needed to and got the pick-up time, she left, leaving a still shocked Justin behind her.

'Serves the guy right! He's probably rejected tons of girls, or used them, or both.' My inner voice said.

Well, if Princess doesn't just go for looks, than I'd better step up my game. Time to call in reinforcements. But I can't help but feel that I've seen her somewhere before... Nah, I'm just being paranoid.

With that last thought, I flipped my cell phone open, and called the one person I new could help.

'Hello?'

"Hey, it's me." I answered. "Look, I need a little favour.."