AN: Well, here's the new chapter. I know, I know.. I havn't been updating as good as I wish I could. But you see, I have no excuse for it. Just that I'm a lazy butt who get's easily distracted. Haha, so yep, that's all.
Disclaimer: I. OWN. NOTHING! ..yet.. ;)
Courtney's POV
"Aw, come on Princess, don't start this again." I heard Duncan complain the next morning. He'd been trying to wake me up for an hour at least.
"Why?" I complained. I was trying to fake the sound of being tired. I'd been awake before Duncan had, considering how much I had slept yesterday. But I was comfortable here, and I didn't want to get up.
"Because I can tell your not tired anymore." He said smugly. Darn, I knew it wouldn't work. Oh well, it was worth the try. So instead of trying to get him to leave me alone, and I did the second best thing. I turned around to glare at him.
"Fine." I said. I got up and stomped away, pretending to get mad. I was about to tell him that he should leave me alon when I'm sleeping, but when I turned around, still glaring might I add, I saw Duncan with a look of worry in his eyes. Hmm, maybe I didn't give myself enough credit. I couldn't help myself, I burst out laughing.
"Aw, did you think I was actually going to leave?" I asked, still laughing, teasing him a little. All of a sudden out of nowhere, Duncan started to tear up. I didn't get it. Duncan was Mr. Tuff, he didn't cry unless something was seriously wrong and seriously bothering him.
"Well yeah. I mean, I told you I was in love with you last night. I've been worried ever since that you would leave me so when you pulled me back down I felt relieved, but I still wasn't sure that you weren't going to leave. You mean everything to me, and thinking about you leaving hurts more than anything, but actually seeing you leave, it just, I don't know, nothing I know even adds up to how much it hurts." He said, his tears starting to fall down his cheeks. A wave of guilt washed over me. He was really worried about me leaving him, especially after last night. Maybe that's why he didn't want to tell me, I said, remembering what he said before he told me. I ran up to her and hugged him.
"Duncan, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to! I-" He cut me off, laughing and flipping me upside down over his shoulder. I was confused. What just happened? Oh my God! Did he just trick me? He was SO going to get it!
"UGGH! Duncan!" I shouted. I didn't get it though. He hadn't teased me in, well, since we went to the coffee shop. Darn. This didn't mean he was going to start again did it? I wouldn't matter anyway. I wasn't stupid. I knew that even if he was faking his tears, he meant everything he had said. I couldn't leave him after that. Oh who was I kidding. I wouldn't have left him, even if he hadn't told me everything he had, and not just the stuff he said just now.
"Say it." He said. "Say your sorry for tricking me."
"Why don't YOU say sorry for tricking ME?" I countered, getting frustrated at the fact that he was treating me like a little kid. He just laughed.
"Cause I spilled my guts to you two days in a row. And I think it's your turn. And if you don't want to, fine, but the least you can do it say sorry." He said, placing me on my feet in front of him and he put both of his hands on my shoulders to steady me, and as much as I hated to admit it, I would've fallen if he hadn't. Everything that Duncan had just said sunk in. I bit my lip. i knew that I was in love with him. I had figured that out recently. But I didn't know if I had the courage to tell him. Me. Of all people was afraid, and just of saying I love you! I started chewing on my lip for fiercely. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him so bad. And I knew he wouldn't leave, seeing as he had told me he was in love with me too. It was only fair for me to tell him how I felt. Like he had said, he spilled his guts out to me twice in the past two days. But something was stopping me from saying it. Or was it just me that was stopping myself. I snapped out of my inner conflict, reaching a decision. I looked over to see a very patient Duncan looking fown at me. I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.
"Duncan." I said, and Duncan looked relieved that he was finally going to hear something. "I, I'm in. I'm in love with you too." I blurted out nervously, bitting my lip again. I hated that habit. It made me look vulnerable! I felt one of Duncan's hand lift off of my shoulder. It cupped my chin, pushed my head upwards, forcing me to look at Duncan and it gently took my lip out from under my teeth. He leaned his forehead agaisnt mine and kissed me. I was a little shocked. Not that he kissed me. He did that a lot. I was shocked at all the emotions that seemed to be running through it. I pulled away a little, but stayed as close as I possibly could without kissing him. He leaned down to try to kiss me again, but I didn't let him. I just wanted him to hold me right now. He kept trying to kiss me, and I kept pulling away. We were basically going back and forth. I looked up at him, biting my lip again, but this time I was smiling, and I could almost feel the love filling my eyes.
"You have no idea what you do to me." He whispered into my ear. I shivered a little.
"Yeah, I do." I answered without thinking but knowing it was true. "The same thing you do to me." And with that I let him kiss me again. I was getting lost in the kiss. It wasn't like anything I had ever felt. I never wanted it to end. I never felt this way. I mean sure, I had boyfriends before, but none of them cared about me this much. Of course, it was than that something bad decided to happen. Stupid karma, what had I ever done wrong? I pulled away, only cause I had too.
"I have to go to the bathroom, be back out in a second." I said, though I doubted I would be. I walked as calmly as I could to the bathroom, but as soon as I closed the door, I bolted for the toilet. I got down on my knees, gripped the toilet bowl, and than and there started throwing up. The first thought that ran through my head was pregnant, it happened all the time. But luckily for me, before IU started to panic, I realized that I hadn't done anything in order for me to get pregnant. I tried to think about what it could be, but another wave of nautea hit me and I threw up again. I heard a small rap on the door.
"Uhh, Princess, are you okay?" I heard Duncan ask quietly and concerned.
"I don-" I tried to say, but couldn't finish it, due to the fact that I started to throw up again. I heard the door break open, but was feeling to sick to turn around and see. I heard Duncan's feet running across the bathroom floor. Than I felt an arm around me. My hair was lifted away from my face and back into a ponytail sort of. Duncan squeezed my shoulder a little, and started whispering into my ear, trying to comfort me. I felt like a little kid, cause I was crying. When I was finally done, Duncan helped me up and dragged me to the bed. He tried to lighten the mood by teasing me a little.
"Hey Princess, didn't know you thought I was that disgusting." He said, laughing.
I tried to smile but it probably looked more like a grimace than a smile. Duncan frowned.
"Hey, it'll be okay. It's probably just the 24 hour flu or something." He said, again attempting to lighten the mood. I sighed, or as close to a sigh as I could muster. I still felt sick to my stomach, but I had nothing left to empty.
"Can I just put my pj's on and go to bed please?" I asked. "Oh, and some soup?" I added.
Duncan smirked. "Sure Princess, if you want too. Would you like some help putting your pj's on?" He asked suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows. If I hadn't all ready been sick, I probably would have been right , actually, no, probably not.
"No thanks Duncan." I said harshly. Duncan looked taken a-back. I sighed, my stomach feeling all yucky again. "Sorry." I said, clutching my stomach. "Could you just make me some soup? Please?" I asked, still clutching my stomach and on the verge of crying cause I felt so sick. I know, it sounds stupid, but it's true. Duncan's expression softened.
"Come on Princess, let's get you into bed." He said, wrapping his arm around the middle of my back, and I leaned on him the whole way to the room. When we got there, much to my displeasure, Duncan did have to help me into my pj's, which was basically just one of his shirts. It was a completley black teeshirt, with a funny looking skull in the middle and long yellow-ish sleeves. It was way too big for me, but it was comfortable. Underneath, even though you couldn't see them, I had a pair of pj short shorts that were completley white. I sighed. I hated being sick, and I hated staying in bed all day. And it had to be today, the day that Duncan finally had off from work.
I was sitting in bed, not doing anything, seeing as Duncan wouldn't even let me read. Just than, he walked into the room with a tray in his hands. He places it in front of me. The tray is equipped with chicken soup, crackers, a glass of water and a small bowl of vanilla ice cream. I picked my spoon up and started eating my soup. Than I looked over at Duncan who was now laying down next to me on the bed playing with my hair. When he realized I had turned my head, he looked at me, my hair still twirled around his finger. He smirked. I rolled my eyes and went back to my soup. Duncan let my hair go and I was actually disappointed.
I looked over to him again. He smiled. I blushed. My bangs fell into my face when I quickly put my head down. Duncan cupped my chin again with one hand and brushed my hair out of my face with the other. Even though he usually acts mushy, he never acts this mushy.
I looked up at Duncan, right into his eyes. I almost forgot how to talk. Almost.
"Why are you acting so mushy?" I asked him quietly.
He looked at me, eyebrows raised and a look of panic on his face. "Sorry. Do you not want me to be?" He asked, still somewhat shocked.
I smiled, mostly cause I didn't have enough energy to laugh. "No, no I like it. I just wanted to know why." He relaxed. Wow. He really was paranoid about doing the wrong thing and losing me. I grabbed his hand, and he smiled.
"I'm only acting this mushy for today Princess." He warned me. "As soon as you get better, your going to have to put up with perverted Duncan." He smirked. He than picked up the tray and brought it out to the kitchen. I heard the tap running. He must be washing the dishes, I thought, before drifting to sleep.
I woke up again, my stomach turning. I ran to the bathroom, pushing past Duncan to get to the toilet on time. I heard Duncan running after me, and soon enough he was running in front of me, opening the door and letting me in. As soon as I got over the toilet, he was by my side holding my hair out of the way again. Stupid soup, I thought. Than again I started to cry. I don't know why, but everytime I vomit, I cry. It's weird, but oh well. I was really hoping that it was only the 24 hour flu. Again, when I was over, Duncan helped me to the room. He left for a little afte rhe made sure I was comfortable in bed, and came back with a cold wet cloth. He put it over my forehead, and kissed the tip of my nose. I couldn't help but smile. Pervert or not, he was still one of the sweetest guys I knew, and I didn't deserve him. But oh well, he loved me, and I loved him, and it was all good. I tried to keep my eyes open, but I knew they wouldn't be for much longer.
"I'm sorry." I whispered. He looked surprised.
"About what?"
"Ruining your day off." I said.
He just laughed and shook his head, climbing beside me into bed again, and pulling me close to him. "You see this?" He asked me, gesturing towards me and him. I nodded my head. "Good." He continued. "Cause this. this isn't ruining my day. All I wanted was to spend the whole day with you. And if that's helping you get better and looking after you or making out with you, than hey, it's fine with me." He said, smirking and pulling me closer to him.
I laughed a little. I looked up at him again, and took him all in. I wanted to memorize his face. I also didn't want to lose him. He meant everything to me, and we had basically just met! Oh well. I never really did believe in love at firt sight, but I guess this was proving me wrong.
"I love you Princess." Duncan whispered, kissing the top of my head.
"I love you too, Delinquent." I replied. I snuggled into him, and he wrapped his arms around me even more. In that position, I fell asleep again.
When I woke up again, I was alone and feeling much better. I was also extremly hungry and alone. I went to get up, but at that moment, Duncan walked in with another tray. This one however held eggs, toast and bacon and a glass of orange juice. I looked at Duncan questioningly. He just shrugged and smiled, than walked out again with not so much of a word. I was a little confused and than started to eat. Once I started, I couldn't stop. I gobbled everything up happily. Duncan walked in just as I was finishing up the rest of my juice. Duncan almost laughed out loud, you could tell he was trying his hardest not to. I smiled up at him, a huge smile. He smiled back at me, jumped into bed, threw the tray on the ground, rolled me over on top of him, than rolled me onto my back with him pinning me down. He smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. I laughed a little. Than he kissed me, and I kissed back. It didn't take long until we were kiing jut as fiercely as Geoff and Bridgette if not more so. His hand started moving from my knee up my thigh. I smiled. Normally it would have panicked me, but I knew he wouldn't do anything. He promised. He started rubbing small circles along my upper thigh. He was about to move his hand a little higher, when Geoff burst into the door crying with DJ and Trent close behind him, placing their hands on their thighs while bending over and taking deep breaths.
"Du-du-dude." Geoff got out. "Bri-Bri-Bridgette dumped me." His lip quivered. "For JUSTIN!" And he started crying harder. DJ and Trent looked up just than, looked at each other and smirked.
Geoff stopped crying and finally took in the surroundings. Duncan was still on top of me, hand still on my leg. With an exasperated sigh, he rolled off me, and stood up.
"I'll be right back Princess." He said, winking at me. I rolled my eyes.
"Sure," I replied, rolling my eyes and grabbing my book. "I'll stay in here while you guy have your big macho discussion." I said. "WAIT! Geoff, did you say, Justin?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Geoff sniffed and nodded. "Oh, and she said not to call her anymore." He turned away and left. DJ and Trent on either side of him, and Duncan bringing up the rear.
I picked up my phone and called Bridgette. She answered and sounded furious.
"I told you not to call anymore!" I heard her shout at me. "Well I told Geoff, but he should have told you by now!" She screamed at me. "So DON'T CALL ME AGAIN!" And with that she hung up on me. I just stared at my phone, shocked. About 15 minutes later, I was still staring at my phone, and I heard the door close. I heard Duncan walk into the room. I looked up at him, he was stretching and rubbing a hand down his face stressed. He looked like he needed to relax, and for some off reason, I wanted to, oh my God, I can't believe I'm thinking that, but, I want to.
Duncan looked at me and smiled. It was almost as if all his problems disappeared, or maybe just didn't seem as bad. I smiled back though, I couldn't help it. He came to lay beside me.
"So, where were we?" He asked, smirking.
I smirked right back. "Just about here." I said, reaching over, kissing him and taking off his shirt. He pulled back surprised. I just looked at him, pleading with my eyes, hoping he would see it. He looked at me, and sighed.
"Are you sure about this Princess?" He asked me, being serious for once, but with a small speck of hope in his eyes.
"Yeah, I am." I said.
"Well, alrighty than." Duncan said smirking. He leaned over and whipered in my ear, "Get ready for the time of your life."
He leaned over me, flicked the light off, than looked over at me. He kissed me, and it was a kiss full of passion, eagerness, love and most of all lust.
I smiled into the kiss and returned it just as forcefully. And for the first time in my life, I wasn't scared.