A/N: I'm really trying to finish this up so I can start a new GxD fanfic I've been thinking of for the past few weeks. Enjoy :)! Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Gwen

I sit in my trailer, trying not to cry. I have never been more humiliated in my life. Suddenly, the door opens.

"Gwen, are you okay?" It's Lindsay. She places a hand on my shoulder and spins me around to face her. "OH MY GOD! LOOK AT YOUR FACE!" Typical.

"Um, thanks?" I mutter, placing one of my pale hands to my cheek.

"I mean, look at you! YOU HAVE A HANDPRINT ON YOUR CHEEK!" Lindsey shrieks, practically forcing me into the chair in front of my vanity. "How the hell did this happen!" She asks, slathering almost white goop on my face.

"Duncan's ex-girlfriend." I state, getting a confusing look from Lindsay. I sigh and check my schedule for today. Great, I have four straight hours of shooting today. Lindsay slaters more white goop on my face, sending a shiver down my spine.

"What is this stuff?" I ask.

"Foundation." She states, not looking up from her makeup kit. I wrinkle my nose and sit patiently as Lindsay applies about fifteen more layers of makeup on my face. "Better get going before Harold throws a hissy fit." She smiles as she packs up her stuff, heading out the trailer door.

"We wouldn't want that to happen now, would we?" I smirk as she softly closes the door. "Shit." I mumble to myself, checking the time. Harold is so going to kill me. I run out off my trailer, and then run into someone, again.

"Sorry!" We say at the same time. I smile up at the guy I ran into.

"Hey, didn't we run into each other earlier?" He asks, pushing his black hair out of his eyes. It's the music supervisor, Trent.

"Uh, yea." I blush. He looks at me sympathetically.

"You okay?" He asks me. That's when I burst into tears.

"No! I just humiliated myself in front of my fake, er, real boyfriend." I sobbed, accepting his open arms.

"Sunshine?" I hear his voice. Prying myself out of Trent's arms to face him.

"What are you doing here Duncan?" I ask, wiping my tears.

"I came to see if you're okay, but obviously you are." Duncan says cooly, turning away from me.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I snap at him. He turns back to me.

"Just forget it!" Duncan snaps back, storming off.

What the fuck is his problem?

Duncan

I need to punch something, like, now. I have no idea why but seeing Gwen with that music guy really pisses me off. I hop back on my motorcycle and head home way over the speed limit.

"Duncan, is that you?" My mom calls out to me somewhere in this fucking huge house as I slam the front door behind me.

"Yea." I shout back, storming upstairs. I swing my bedroom door open, hitting my forehead.

"Shit." I murmur, rubbing the spot on my forehead where the door hit. Somehow in the next minuet, I'm holding my notebook, reading the song I wrote for her. I have to say, for a song I wrote myself in four hours, it's pretty good. The lyrics really...mean something to me. It's everything that could ever describe her, everything I wish I could say to her. Well shit, I may just like her.

A/N: I am really unsure about this chapter. I mean, it took multiple sittings to write this one chapter, but I am really trying to finish this, like really trying to. There is this new GxD fic I've had the urge to write, and it's inspired by one of my favorite songs, so, yea. I'll try to finish this as soon as I can!

MTC

Sparkulz