Duncan had cursed like a sailor all the way to the park, thinking of all the awkwardness that could rise in the party. He wore his favorite red chucks, which didn't shock anybody; Duncan had always worn them. He walked as slowly as possible, wondering why he was walking there at all. He tried to think of one reason to go back. Sadly, the one and only reason to keep going outruled his excuses, no matter how good they were.

He forked right now, away from Main Street and the scene of his lovely morning. He sighed and began to argue with himself for a bit.

"I cannot believe I put lotion on my face," he started. He walked by a woman with a younger child, and they both stared at him, extremely creeped out. He shrugged and continued.

You would want her to feel its velvet touch, wouldn't you?

"Would you stay out of this?"

You need to snap out of it. Stop being in denial.

"I'm not in denial..." Duncan continued, barely mumbling.

Then why are you having these thoughts?

"Shut up!" Duncan yelled, now and old man walked by him and almost ran at the sight of the self-talking boy. He shook his head and patted it hard to get the little voice to shut up. Once it was completely muted, the thoughts played over and over again in his mind. He ran his fingers through his shaggy hair and furrowed his brows. What made him most frustrated was that her liked the idea of being with LeShawna. He even loved the idea of her stroking his face... his body...

Chills ran down his spine and goosebumps rose at the thought. He looked at his arms to see all of the little bumps rise at the thought of getting remotely intimate with LeShawna.

I wonder how Harold would feel if...?

He shook his head and continued walking to the park, and lot 4 was now in sight. Courtney nor Heather were there, so he was a bit relieved to see the absence of tweedle-whore and tweedle-bitch. He found himself grinning when he saw Geoff miserably fail at kareoke, with eveyone dancing and singing along anyways, no matter how horrible he sounded.

Noah happened to turn and find Duncan just in front of the fence. Noah waved him over and Duncan nodded and hopped the fence, nearly jogging to Noah in sudden excitement.

"Show-off."

Duncan nudged Noah, and even began to dance with him to Geoff's screechy voice, and Duncan knew he would regret when he even added giggles to the dance, making people think he was bubbly all of a sudden. People change when they're having a good time.

He was starting a congo line and clapping to the latin music coming from lot 3. Everyone joined, and Cody had the honor of taking a picture with everyone laughing and dancing and with Duncan being the poster child of "fun".

He spotted LeShawna and Trent leaning against a tree, grinning and shaking their heads. He waved at LeShawna, in a dorky way, and frowned at Trent. When Trent did it, it was kind of... creepy. Duncan confirmed to himself that he was straight years back.

Go talk to her.

"Not you again," he whispered so nobody could hear. Too bad for Duncan that LeShawna saw, because she excused him from the congo line, and talked to him behind the tree.

"What was that?" she asked, hands on hips, but with a grin on her face. He liked how much she glowed, even in the evening. He simply shrugged.

"Why don't you allow yourself to be more like that? You were happy, weren't you?"

Duncan felt like he'd been slapped in the face. Like he had been given ice cream, and someone just took it from his hand, and stuck it in a microwave. He was speechless and tried to say something, but only stuttered syllables came out.

"I-I..."

"You...?

Just bare your soul already. If she stays and listens, she's worth the body rub.

"Shut up!" he whispered harshly. LeShawna was still waiting, and hadn't even moved. He sighed.

"I was happy out there. I just forgot about everything, and -"

"There you go, that's the solution. You need to forget. As long as it is on your mind, you're never going to let yourself feel that positive energy, I mean, look at Noah."

They made a beat turning to Noah, who was now singing the kareoke, and everyone clapped on time. Duncan snickered quietly. He knew Noah ha some party in him. He turned back.

"I need to find ways to forget, is that what you're saying?"

"Exactly."

Duncan nodded and turned around, and skipped back to the party, but minutes later he was pulled back again by Trent.

No. I'm not letting cliche boy ruin my fun.

Duncan fought against the pulls but Trent pinched him, and Duncan harshly pulled aroumd.

"What?" he snapped. Trent had a smirk on his face and crossed his arms, trying to show off his non-existent mojo.

"Why did you look at me like that?"

Because you're an insensitive and spoiled prick.

"Like what?"

"Those 'goo-goo' eyes. You were flushed red, too."

Oh no. This can't be good.

"I wasn't looking at you."

Trent smiled and threw back his head for a quiet laugh and walked closer to Duncan. Duncan stiffened and tried to pivot himself so he could run as fast as possible.

"Don't lie~" Trent went on, getting closer to him, and Duncan caught a whiff of his breath. He wuickly turned and startled him.

"Are you... drinking?" Trent put his hand on Duncan's shoulder and smiled, and gave him bedroom eyes.

What a piece of work.

"IIf I say yes, will you take me to the outhouse?" Trent giggled almost delieriously and Duncan slapped Trent. Everyone stopped, except Trent who kept laughing. Duncan turned to everyone.

"Did somebody spike the drink, this guy is losing it!"

No answer. Noah looked to Duncan with a sincere "Sorry, I actually don't know" look. LeShawna stepped up to help poor Duncan.

"Come on! We won't judge, we wuld just like to know!"

Everyone made a comment that they didn't, and few said why. Duncan looked at Trent's guitar case and asked someone to open it. The BFFFLs ran over and opened it, gasping in unision.

"He's been drinking!"

LeShawna and Duncan look at each other, and then to Trent, who was staring at Duncan's ass from the ground.

"Why hello, I love the view your room gav me..." and he laughed deleriously again.

LeShawna nodded to Duncan and they carried the toxicated teenager to LeShawna's car, and put him in the backseat. Seconds later, he started snoring and Duncan and LeShawna remained silent, wishing they knew the directions to Trent's house. Duncan suddenly sparked an idea.

"The bakery! His mom owns it!"

Without hesitation, LeShawna pumped the gas and drove to the bakery, ignoring the sleeptalking in the backseat. Duncan shuddered at everytime he mention Duncan's name.