The Duncney Fanclub

But they're just friends, right? In fact, rumor has it, they hate each other!

It wasn't that Duncan didn't want Heather in his apartment, it was just - Well, no, Duncan didn't want Heather in his apartment.

"Who even is this girl?" She was yelling.

"My next-door-neighbor." Heather groaned. Anyone but the next-door-neighbor. Some up and coming star, a hooker, but not the next-door-neighbor.

Duncan rolled his eyes, exiting towards the supply closet. He was not ready to deal with Heather again. First the naked incident and now this? She was probably having a field day.

Duncan was out of the way when he heard Heather start talking again.

"You," she mumbled, to which Duncan thought she was still talking about him. He was clenching his jaw, prepared to urn around and give her a piece of his mind when,

"I-Uh, sorry, the door was open."

That was not Heather. Duncan stuck his head around the doorway to see the girl of Heather's nightmares standing there.

"Courtney? What are you doing here?" He asked, pulling himself away Sent from Miss H.

"I heard you arguing, sorry, it's none of my-"

"Oh no, it is your business!" Heather butted in, and Duncan wished Courtney hadn't shown up. Heather was in a bad enough mood as it was, he didn't want Courtney to get anymore blame. Not that he cared about her, but he could at least admit it was his fault. "You are as much at fault as if he is," she accused, wagging her finger in Duncan's direction. Duncan rolled his eyes, used to Heather by now, but Courtney looked personally insulted

"Excuse me," she spat. "This is not my fault, this is all his fault!" Courtney pointed towards Duncan, also. "I was an innocent by stander that got caught up in his 'act of kindness'. I didn't want this to happen, I still don't want this to happen, so do not go and put me on the same step as you've put him, because I am in no way at fault here! Now, if you excuse me, I have things to do." And she turned on her heel and left.

Duncan was speechless. Courtney had been mad at him before, but he'd always had her down as a 'silent-treatment' kind of mad not 'blow-up-in-your-face' kind of mad. Heather looked even more pissed off than before. She turned her attention to Duncan, her face a bitter expression. For a moment he thought she was gonna whack him one, but instead she walked away, into the living room.

Noah was already in there, half watching the news coverage, half on the phone. Heather sat herself next to him and Duncan watched from the kitchen archway. It was not like Heather to miss a chance to yell at him for something, and if she wasn't yelling she was thinking.

Duncan knew from experience that when Heather was thinking, it never ended well for him.

His heart was pounding in his chest, his manager seemed oblivious to the situation.

"So who is she anyway?" Heather asked. "There's no way she could afford an apartment here if she wasn't somebody."

And for the first time Duncan realized that Heather was right, Courtney must be someone. This was hardly a cheap are of the state to live in, let alone the fact they were living in West Hollywood itself. The apartment building was over-run with celebrities, it wasn't just Duncan. And then there was Courtney who Duncan had never wondered about before.

"What's her angle?"

Duncan stopped pacing. "What?"

"Her angle," Heather repeated, turning her upper body to face Duncan. "Why is she involved with you? What does she want out of this?"

"I think she made it pretty clear that she wants nothing to do with me," he replied, referring to his neighbors little out burst just moments before.

It was Heather's turn to roll her eyes.

Duncan took a seat on the arm of the sofa, where Courtney had sat early that morning in distress.

Heather looked like she was going to start yelling at him again, but stopped, open-mouthed, as she listened to the gossip reporter on the TV set.

"And is this a new path for Hollywood's bad boy? All we can say is this is a new side that we haven't seen before."

Duncan didn't see it, but the publicist knew exactly what she was doing. Heather's face lit up, and Duncan was terrified.

"She wants us to WHAT?!"

"My reaction exactly."

Duncan was leaning against the wall next to the window seat that Courtney was occupying. She hadn't exactly invited him in, but he figured she'd need to be sitting down before she heard the plan Heather had hatched. He didn't think Courtney would go along with it, he had high hopes that after this she would move to the other side of the country and never speak to him again.

"It doesn't even make any sense-" Duncan continued.

"Oh no," Courtney countered. "It makes perfect sense. It's all about publicity, right? For you. You have so much bad press following you, that I'm the only way to get you some good press for a change. It's genius, really. But I will not be used."

Before Duncan could stop her, Courtney was already on her feet and half-way to the door. Duncan didn't think he had much choice in the matter than to follow her back to his own apartment. If there was going to be another blow-out between the two most irritating women in his life, he might as well be there to witness it.

"Hey!" Courtney interrupted Heather's phone call, and Duncan leaned against his open apartment door, amused. "We need to get one thing straight here, I. Am. Not. Your. Plaything."

"I'll call you back." Heather stuffed her phone into her pocket, her eyes never leaving the younger girl. "Can I help you, Courtney?"

"I want nothing to do with him," she violently pointed behind her at Duncan. He felt offended, but didn't speak up. He wanted to see how this would play out between them. "I do not want to play any part in this ridiculous plan of yours."

"I don't think you're looking at the bigger picture here," Heather stated, pulling out a chair at the breakfast table. "This could benefit you as well."

"I don't want this to benefit me!" Courtney hissed in reply.

Duncan considered intervening, but decided against it. They both looked angry enough.

"Of course you do-"

"No, I don't!" The brunette protested. "I don't want fame, I want a nice, normal life, which I have been living up until now! Now my face is everywhere, and it's not long before my name follows. I. Don't. Want. That!"

"What do you want?" Courtney was caught off guard. Duncan was surprised at the silence that fell across the room. "Tell me, Courtney, what do you want?" Courtney's face tightened. "I'm willing to cut you a deal. Three months hanging around with him," Heather pointed at Duncan, "and you can have anything you want. All we ask in return is some PDA paparazzi shots and a sob-story breakup."

Duncan had never seen Courtney think before, but he was sure this was it. Her eyes were calculating and her expression unreadable. It scared Duncan as much as Heather thinking did. There was no telling what was going through the mind of his next-door-neighbor.

"I want him gone." He was not expecting that. "I want my life back to the way it was without him in it."

"Hang on a minute-" Duncan tried to interrupt, but they both silenced him with their hands.

"Deal," Heather replied. "You spend your three months together and I'll have Duncan moved out the day you breakup."

"I'M STILL HERE!" Duncan yelled, but Courtney had already stormed out of the apartment and Heather was back on her phone again.

The thing about Geoff was he was too laid back for his own good. He often lounged around on Duncan's couch, not giving a fuck when Heather screamed at him as much as she screamed at Duncan. He'd grown accustomed to not being welcomed by the publicist, being viewed as just 'another bad thing'.

"Man, that's rough," Geoff commented, his eyes fixated on the ceiling.

Duncan was laying across the coffee table, hands covering his face as he told Geoff Heather's masterful plan. He didn't have many friends that had stuck around over the last two years, most came and went, some just stayed for their own slice of fame, but Geoff had been there for Duncan since day one.

"Who even is this chick?"

"That bitch from next door."

"The prissy one?"

"That's her."

Geoff let out a low whistle. "That's low, man, even for you." Duncan rolled his eyes. Duncan was not the kind to stay tied down for long. He thrived off one-night stands and never having to see that girl again for the rest of his career. Heather had already warned him if he tried anything like that over the next three months she would have him medically castrated and, somehow, Duncan didn't think she was joking.

So, for the sake of his balls, he was going to have to put up with Courtney for the next three months.

"What are you gonna do now?"

Duncan was quiet for a moment, his brain working harder than it had since his last movie contract. "I have no fucking idea."

A/N: Shit is going dooooown...

I am NOT late with this chapter. I am not. I fucking wrote this last weekend in all my excitedness. And you know what? You fucking know what? The day it comes to actually being able to upload it, my fucking laptop gives me a big fat 'NOPE'.

I told you I was suffering laptop problems...hopefully they are on there way to being fixed, but you'll have to be patient.

Anyways, this is my favourite chapter so far!

Thanks for reading, please review (:

Love, ChloeRhiannonX