AN: I officially hate my computer. I almost had the entire one-shot done, and it didn't save it. -.-' Grrr.. Well, hopefully I can remember some of it.

Couple requested by paulinaghost.

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is this stupid computer that doesn't like to save my work that I was late on to begin with. -.-

Justin's POV

While I'm staring at myself in the mirror, trust me, if you were as gorgeous as I am, you'd be staring too, I hear the door bell ring. Sighing when I realize I'm the only one home, I blow my reflection a kiss, then run downstairs to answer the door. When I open in, I see a beautiful young girl standing there who seems to be about fourteen. I flash her a smile, and she stares at me unamused. Then she holds up a rake.

"I'm here to rake your lawn?" She says uncertainly, looking around her at our lawn that's covered in leaves. I just nod.

"Knock yourself out, kid." I reply nonchalantly. Her onyx eyes narrow. I flash her a grin and point to the extra rake and the garbage bags. "Get to work." I say. She scowls, then looks over at the pile of stuff before looking back at me.

"Well?" She asks.

"Well what?" I respond.

"Well aren't you going to help me?" She says, putting her hands on her hips, as if it's the most obvious question in the world.

"No. Why would I do that?" I say, before I take a step back and shut the door in her cute little pissed off face.

"Duncan! You disgusting, immature, stupid, juvenile, evil little pig!" I hear someone yell from outside. I look out the window to see a green mohawked boy, standing beside the girl, holding a broken rake, standing in a squashed pile of leaves smiling sheepishly. She continues to yell at him, and he just smirks and rolls his eyes. Half way through what she was saying, he leans in and kisses her on the mouth, winks at her then runs away. If she was a cartoon character, she'd have steam rolling out her ears right now. She continues to glare at the direction Duncan ran off too, before walking over and getting the second rake. For the first time in my life, I take pity on someone who isn't me. I grab a coat, gloves and a scarf and head outside. The girl glances up at me and scowls.

"What are you doing here? Come to rub it in my face that you don't have to work and I do?" I stare at her for a minute, her eyes watery as if she's about to cry. I notice she's struggling to scoop leaves into a bag that's only half open. I walk over to her and take the bag, opening it wide.

"No." I reply. "I'm here to help you." She blinks then smiles.

"Thanks." She whispers. "I'm Courtney, by the way." She says louder, beginning to scoop leaves into the bag.

"Justin." I reply. And for the rest of the afternoon, we don't say a word. Just rake, pile and bag leaves.

By the time we're done, it's almost dark out. Courtney stands up straight, putting a hand to the small of her back and covers her mouth with the other hand as she yawns.

"I should probably get going. I want to be home before dark." She says. I'm silent, as I look up at the sky. I notice that some of the street lights are starting to come on, and I nod.

"Yeah. We wouldn't want anything horrible happening to you." She looks at me puzzled, trying to figure out if I meant it or not. Oddly enough, I did, and I let it show. She smiles, then leans over and gives me a slight peck on the lips.

"Thanks." She says for a second time today. Upon realizing this, she continues. "Again." I chuckle, grab her hand and give it a squeeze, then watch as it gently falls to her side.

"Your welcome." I say. She hands me the rake and the last bag of leaves then turns and walks away. When she's halfway down my driveway, I call out her name and she turns. "We should do this again sometime." I shout loud enough for her to hear. She smiles at me, then turns and continues to walk. I smile at her back, cause I swear I heard her say 'Yeah, we should.'