Title: Heat (Collection 2)
Author: Cereal-Killa
Rating: K+
Pairing: Duncan/Courtney
Summary of Chapter: Sometimes, meaningless things can bring out something more.
#1: JUICE
Duncan and Courtney actually weren't that good at getting along.
I know, shocker, right?
Of course, this was obvious to everyone at school, outside of school, at home, within a 500 mile radius, etc., etc. They had just never heard of the two ever agreeing on… well anything.
If there was something to argue about, Duncan and Courtney would find it. Once, while on the fourth grade science trip, one of their fights led to the entire class being banned from the museum and never allowed on the grounds again.
In sixth grade, they had both had a competition to see who could make Harold cry first, ending with a mentally distraught Harold and both Duncan and Courtney being chased up the monkey bars by a furious LaShawnna.
And now, after only two hours of being on the freshman class camping trip, Courtney had literally threatened to throw Duncan off a cliff and Duncan had taken a piss on Courtney's campfire so she wouldn't get the satisfaction of eating any marshmallows.
It was well known that no one was a winner when it came between the two. Nothing was ever agreed upon, a common ground had never once been reached. Having them both on a camping trip was just bad news.
The mess hall was quiet as both of them walked in at the same time. Duncan slammed the door open, making Courtney mutter about how obnoxious he was, making him call her a prude-like bitch, resulting in more muttering as they both sat by their friends at a table. It was only ten in the morning and the two were already in a foul mood.
Bridgette grabbed for two cups at the end of the table, yawning before looking to the both of them. "You guys want any juice?"
Duncan and Courtney both nodded. "Orange." They both said in unison, causing everyone at the table to stop eating and stare. The pair stiffened, looking to each other with a glare.
They had never wanted the same thing before. If Courtney wanted salad, Duncan wanted a cheese burger. If Courtney liked dogs, Duncan liked cats.
Geoff looked to them both warily. "No pulp?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Whichever."
At this point, people around the table were gasping in surprise. This was absolutely unheard of; nothing like this had ever occurred before.
Bridgette shakily poured orange juice, both with pulp, into the glasses, as Trent took a shaky breath. "One block of ice?"
"Two." Both said in harmony.
Okay, now that was just plain freaky.
Duncan smirked. "Good taste, Princess."
She shrugged, hiding a blush. "I like my juice sweet, thick, and really cold."
"Odd," Duncan started, pressing the glass of juice to his lips. "That's the same way I like my women."
One slap across his face later, everyone let out a relieved sigh. Duncan and Courtney were fighting again, the universe was in balance, the world wasn't going to end.
Thankfully, no one else heard Duncan whisper, "I meant it."
Not even Duncan noticed the twitch of a smile that appeared on Courtney's lips.
Notes:
I'M BAAAACCKKK! ~
©2011 Cereal-Killa
