AN: Well okay, now I'm finally getting off my lazy butt and writting this chapter. Haha. AND OMG! A BUG'S LIFE! haha, yeah, you probably don't care. XP .. ON WITH THE STORY! :) Oh, and the btw.. if it took a while.. I didn't know how I wanted the conversations to go.. so it took me a while.. so yeah, sorry..
BUUUUUT! This chapter feels long. That little scroll bar on the side of the writting thing is TINY! At least, to me it is. Hope it was worth the wait.
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So now, let's OFFICIALLY start the story.. well, chapter.. but still
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the TD series *tears up a little*
Duncan's POV
I woke up, STILL in a good mood. I mean seriously, how long was this going to last? Oh well, I guess I'll figure it out, eventually. I got up, got dressed, got ready for work, walked past Bridgette and Geoff who were goin at it.. yet again.
"Well, I'm off to work." I shouted. "Even though you don't care." I than mumbled under my breath. And with that, I set off for another day at work.
-At the shop-
"Yo Hatchet! Where are ya?" I yelled out, as soon as I walked through the door.
"In the garage, grab Justin, I need to talk to you two maggots!" He yelled back. I smirked, typical Hatchet.
"Hey pretty boy! Hathchet wants to talk to us, so stop flirtin' with Lindsay, and get your butt down to the garage!"
Justin just stared at me, shocked and insulted that I had the nerve to say that to his face. Hey, I'm in a good mood, not my fault if that brings other peoples moods down.
"I'll go when I'm ready." He glared at me.
"Are you ready now, maggot." Hatchet said in his normal volume, but the tone of his voice was enough to make me almost piss myself, and the threat was directed towards Justin!
"Y-y-y-yes sir." Justin said, bug eyed and stammering. Woah, Justin the model loosing his cool? BONUS!
"Good, now if you would so kindly WALK TO THE GRAGE NOW PUNKS, NOW!" Hatchet yelled, starting to a reddish-purpleish, one of his vains popping out. That shut-up us both up. We looked up at each other, this time both of us bug eyed, and I know that if either one of us were to even TRY to talk, we'd both be stammering and we'd just look stupid while also making Hatchet mad, so we just kept quiet and followed Chef down to the garage.
"Alright boys, listen up. I have to keep one of you later tonight. And by that, I mean 12 at earliest." Hatchet said.
"I can't do it." Justin said immediatly. "I FINALLY got a date with AE, they want me to model their latest jeans."
"Well I can't do it either." I said, completley forgetting about Justin's failed attempt to get Courtney to go on a date with him. "I have a date tonight at 8 with Courtney."
Justin looked shocked, while Hatchet looked confused.
"Which. Courtney." Justin breathed out angrily.
"You know, the one with the amazingly soft brown hair, those shining onyx eyes, beautiful tanned skin, those 6, cute, little freckles on top of her nose. She was in here a few days ago cause her car broke down." That I clued in to why Justin was so mad. I turned to him and smirked. "You should remember her. I think she rejected you while she was here.
Justin got even madder, but before he could say or do anything, Hatchet interupted.
"Oh her. Mmm, fine. But if you let it happen again, I'll be on you like stink, on a poop wagon. Do I make myself clear?"
"Stink on a poop wagon? What kind of saying is that?" I asked.
"I SAID! DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND. ME!" He yelled.
I just smirked. Even Hatchet getting in my face couldn't break the even better mood that showing Justin up and winning a night off had put me in.
"Yes sir! I understand, SIR!" I said while saluting him. I thought he would blow his top, but he just smiled and shook his head.
"You've got a lot to learn maggot. Treat her good."
"Why does everyone keep telling me that." I questioned under my breath. Hatchet laughed and got back to work, while Justin glared at me for the rest of the day. HA! Let him. Like I care. I got something to look forward too for the first time in a while.
I got to my apartment, to see that Bridgette and left, and DJ had come to see me and Geoff.
"Dude! Bridgette said you have a date with Court!" Geoff yelled at me, excited.
"Umm, what's the big deal?" I answered.
"Yo, Dunc man. Court's not just another one of those girls you hook up with in an alley, or a car, or a run-down hotel, or, well, anywhere really. I've got it! Bring her to me and my moms restaurant. You'll get a discount, and if you guys get a flirty waitor, you can easily report him to get him fired, so you don't have to worry about COurt even thinking of someone else." DJ offered.
"Dude, that would be awesome! But wait, isn't your restaurant all fancy like? What the hell would I even WEAR?" I asked.
"Just put on a dress shirt, some jeans that aren't ripped and your black converse, so they don't stand out as much." Geoff said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. But he was right, that would work. I went to change, and when I came out, I didn't look half bad. I was wearing a black dress shirt, my one pair of jeans that weren't ripped, which were also black, and my black converse. It's a good thing I like the colour black.
"Okay, now, LEAVE! You'll be late, and Court will NOT put up with that." Geoff said while DJ pushed me out the door.
"Alright, alright, I'm leaving." I said laughing. It took all of my might not to run the whole way to Princesses house, and it only worked half the way there.
When I got there, I stopped to catch my breath. After a minute or two, I stood up straight, and than rang the bell.
"Hey Princess! You in there?" I asked cockily, but a bit worried that she might have blown me off.
"Umm, just a sec!" She called back to me. I instantly relaxed. She didn't blow me off, thank God. I heard a bit of shuffling and giggling and than the door opened revealing a very hot Court. She was wearing a dress that hugged her, well, upper body perfectly, and stopped just above the knee.
Than she laughed. I got confused, and a little panicky. Crap, did I do something wrong already? I guess she must have noticed, cause she giggled and explained.
"I'm not laughing at you, you look great. We're just both dressed completley black. It looks like we're headed to a funeral." She laughed.
I started laughing too, realizing she was right. "Touche Princess, touche."
We headed out, going to DJ's. Of course, I couldn't tell her where we were going. She would freak out. I mean, DJ's mom owns the most popular, and most expensive, restaurant in town. I kept trying to tell her that it was going to be a surprise, but she still kept going. After asking him for about the gazillionth time, she FINALLY gave up, realizing that I was just as stubborn as people kept telling me she was, which apparently is REALLY stubborn. "Duncan, are we almost there?" She complained.
"For the last time, yes Princess, we're almost there!" I said, exasperated.
She sighed, "Fine."
We walked in silence for a little bit. "Close your eyes Princess." I said, getting an idea in my head.
"What! Duncan that's ridi-"
"Just shut-up and close your eyes, please." Isaid, putting on a puppy dog look.
She sighed again and said "Fine." She closed her eyes. I took my chance, leaned in and kissed her. My arms wrapped around her waist, and her arms wrapped around my neck, which shocked me a little, but in a good way. We both deepened the kiss. Definitley a good way. I pulled away, not wanting to for the life of me. Both our eyes opened, but not by much. Her eyes were full of emotions. Shock, happiness.. and what was that other one? I couldn't quite place it. My stomach did a flip. She wasn't saying anything.
"..love.." I heard her say. I, regretfully pulled away from her, raised an eyebrow and tried to look amused.
"What about love?" I asked, quietly. She game me a smirk. Using my own look agaisnt me? Hot!
"It looks a lot like the emotion that was in your eyes a second ago." She said. Crap.. did I let that show?
I suddenly got tongue tied. "I, uh, well, you know, um, how about that restaurant?" I said, turning red.
Unfortunatly, she noticed. "Oh my God, are you.. blushing?" She asked, laughing a little.
"What! No! I am NOT blushing." I said, the blush on my face getting worse. Yes, of course it would.
"You so totally are!" She said. Than she yelled out to a full street, "DUNCAN. MR. TOUGH GUY IS BLUSHING!" before I clamped my hand over her mouth. She was too busy laughing to notice.
I smiled. "You really are a handful, aren't you?" She smirked again.
"You'll never know." She said coyly. Than started to walk away.
I smirked, happy I hadn't told her where we were going, cause she was going the wrong way. I decided to let her know.
"Your going the wrong way Princess!" I called out to her. She turned around and started walking the other way.
"I knew that." She said, blushing. She tends to be doing her fair amount of that whenever I'm around.
"Look who's blushing now!" I said, pretending to be smug.
"Yeah, but I'm not afraid to admit it.. anymore." She admitted. All I could do was laugh.
"Come on Princess, let's go eat."
"Oh my God, Duncan, I can't afford this." She exclaimed as we walked into the restaurant. She looked amazed at the restaurant. Than again, everyone else does too.
"Relax Princess, I've got it covered, DJ and his mom own the restaurant. We get a HUGE discount. And don't even THINK about TRYING to pay, this is all mine!"
She smiled that amazing smile of hers. "Fine." She said, giving in. We sat down. Suddenly, a girl with a huge chest came over and started flirting with me. I started getting Courtney looked worried. I could guess she was thinking that I might just up and leave her for this slut. DJ had it right on the whole waitor flirting thing, but I don't think he was counting on it being a waitress. I suddenly got an idea that would guarantee getting the bimbo barbie doll to stop flirting with me, and making Court feel better.
"Look" I said, turning to face her. "I'm not interested in you, your obviously fake boobs, a make-out session, a one night stand OR a relationship of any kind with you. I'm interested in my food, and the beautiful girl who's sitting across from me. So either take our order, or send someone else. Oh, and by the way, you shouldn't be flirting with the customers. My friend and his mom own this place, so I hope this isn't your only income, or your screwed." And with that, I turned away from the shocked and jealous waitress, looked over at my beautiful Princesses shocked but relieved face, leaned over the table, gave her a small kiss on the lips and than returned to my seat. After we, finally, placed our orders, we just talked about, well, everything! About the dog I used to have and how she'd wanted a dog for as long as she could remember. That I had visited juvie a few times and that she never broke any rules, not even the no gum in class rule! That I almost flunked every single class I took besides gym and that she always passed with flying colours. Talk about your polar opposites! But what was that saying? Something about opposites attracting I think.
After we were done with our food, I made her stop to say bye to DJ and his mom, and to report that waitress. I than walked my Princess to her appartment, for once not embarrassed about holding a girl's hand, so I held hers the whole way there. It's weird. She's the only thing I can think of that's worth not doing something stupid that could screw up my life. She's my whole world! She gives me a feeling that I've never felt before, and I loved it, almost as much as I loved her. Yeah, you heard me, I love her, more that I've ever loved anyone or anything in my entired life. I never wanted to let her go. When we got to her appartment, I was disapointed, and by the look in her eyes, she was too.
"So, I guess that's it than." She said, spunding sad. I hated hearing that emotion come from her.
"Yeah," I answered. "I guess so." She went to was to let go of my hand, but I didn't want to let go. Not yet. Not ever. I help her hand tighter, pulled her back, hugged her tight to my chest and kissed her like it was the end of the world, and to me, it felt like it was. She deepened the kiss, which made me smile, and suddenly, she smiled too. I pulled away, but she grabbed my face and brought me back to her. Soon enough, it was no longer a kiss, it was full. On. Make. Out! Just as I was about to shove my tounge into her mouth, Bridgette ran out yelling that there was a spider in the room. She stopped when she saw Court and I kissing. I got embarrassed, and pulled away. We all turned red at the same time.
"Umm, I'll just, uhh, go now, talk to you later Princess! Love you!" I said, than slapped myself for being so stupid as to say that. I must've looked shocked, as I turned red and ran away. Uggh, how could I have been so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
I heard footsteps behind me. The stupid part of my mind thought it was Court, even though it knew it wasn't. Still, when I turned around and saw Bridgette I couldn't help but feel a little disapointed.
"Did you mean it?" She asked me immediatly.
"Mean what?" I asked, playing stupid.
"Did you mean what you said. That you love her."
I was about to deny it, but I didn't. I couldn't.
"Yeah." I said, telling the truth. "Yeah I guess I do."
