A/N: I wasn't focused while writing any of this…I was watching Game 3 of the World Series…(I'm rooting for Philly, if you must know)

For my day off, I spent it listening to music and watching a few movies.

For Duncan's day off, he spent it by looking frantically for condoms.

I didn't hear anyone yell "YES!" over the course of the day, so, I'm guessing he was unsuccessful in finding something. Blah.

Around dinner, I left, and walked with Duncan towards the Mess Hall.

"…didn't find anything?" I asked, keeping the subject of conversation a mystery to anyone overhearing.

"Oh, yeah. I found something." He nodded.

My face lit up. Yes! Yes! YES!

"Just a shitload of nothing." Duncan sighed.

I sighed. How dare he crush my dreams like that. He continued, "We have to find one."

"I doubt I'll find or have one, but I'll check." I promised.

"Good." He nodded. We then entered the Mess Hall. They were serving overcooked waffle fries and undercooked hot dogs.

I grabbed a tray, and walked up to Chef. "I'll skip on the raw hot dogs, and take the burnt fries."

He stuck his spoon in the huge pile of fries, put it on my plate, and growled, "Here."

I shrugged and thanked him. I went to the soda fountain, got some root beer, and sat down.

I turned. Duncan didn't have anything.

"Did Chef change his mind about feeding you?" I asked. It may seem like I was joking – but I wasn't.

"No, I'm not hungry at all - just thirsty. 'Scuse me." He leaned over, and poured Coke into his glass. "Besides, I'm going to go look some more."

I smiled. "You're dedicated, hm?"

"Yes, I am." He grinned back. I looked down at the mountain of fries on my tray. "I'll end up throwing these out anyway. No problem."

"Okay," he nodded. "I'm going to go look."

He waved goodbye, and sipped his Coke as he left. He better find a damned condom, or I was going to lose it. Hormones mixed with temptation? That can be a bitch.

I quickly consumed the fries that were slightly squishy, tossed out the burnt ones, and ran to join him. When I walked inside the trailer, he was ripping mattresses and suitcases apart screaming, "Dammit! Where the fuck can one be?!"

I knelt by him, scrambling. I spotted his duffel bag and asked, "Can I look through?"

"Sure, whatever." He shrugged, searching the floor.

I totally discombobulated the whole duffel bag, until I checked a zippered compartment. I smiled, and held a Trojan condom up. I was absolutely ecstatic. Temptation has been defeated.

"Found one! Yay for me!" I exclaimed.

Duncan turned, grabbed it, and looked at it as if he couldn't believe it. He put it in his pocket, turned to me, and said, "Tonight. That green patch thing. Okay?"

I smiled. I agreed with him no matter what. I leaned over the mess of sheets, and began to kiss him passionately. However, my angle was way too extreme, and I fell over on top of him. He put one hand on each side of my waist, laughed, and we resumed kissing.

I looked at the floor. "We should clean this shit up."

"We should." Duncan nodded. "Remember. Tonight."

I nodded. "Why the fuck would I ever forget?"

He smiled, clearly trusting me. We spent a good five minutes cleaning up everything from the floor, and afterwards, fell back onto his bunk.

"Well, that was…not fun." I simply said.

That's when I realized – I was in a freaking rush to have sex. I felt like a slut. I've become the one thing I don't want to be. I felt dirty, almost immoral. But, like every other "good" Catholic, I flipped God off by shrugging off the bad feeling.

"No, it was not." He exhaled in exhaustion. Then, he changed the subject. Let me warn you, it's the most random thing I've ever heard: "You know how Trent and Courtney are slightly over-protective?"

"Yeah, Trent always thought he was never good enough." I told Duncan.

"Well, he's not." He put his arm around me. "Anyhoo, do you think they have creepy-ass calendars and charts? Like, recording our every move? It came to me last night, and it's been bothering me."

"Maybe Courtney." I guessed. "Trent's not smart enough to make a chart."

Duncan laughed, and began mocking Courtney's charts. "10:06 AM: He flirted with me. I smacked him. 10:09 AM: He flirted with me. I smacked him. 10:10 AM: He insulted me. I insulted him back…"

"10:11 AM: My bipolarity kicked in, and I realized he was my dream prince." I mumbled, slightly jealous of the fact she dated Duncan.

Duncan commented, "You're so damn right…she is bipolar. One minute, she hates you, and the next minute, she loves everything about you. It was so freaking confusing. I could not take it. Once I got the best opportunity to dump her, I did. I just cannot stand her."

"She watches too many opposites-attract scenarios." I added. "Grease? Impossible. Especially the part where she's like, 'Oh yeah, I just found out we were moving to the United States!' Like, isn't that a big move? Something you plan months and months ahead of time? And then, her whole big change was shit, too. Like, nobody but a horny douche like John Travolta would fall for that. Seriously. She's a goodie-goodie the one day, and a hooker the next. They must have had something lead up to that, but no. No, that will just not work for me. That was ridiculous. RIDICULOUS."

"…you have very detailed rants." Duncan added after a moment of quiet. "Like, they're good. Yet long. And detailed. And they represent exactly what she thinks life is like. Proceed."

"Thank you," I nodded, and said, "Titanic sucked, too. I did not cry when Jack died. His character was a douche…"

Duncan smiled at my usage of his favorite word.

"…and fairly uninteresting. Would a fancy girl like Rose get together with a peasant like Jack? The parents would be all over her ass. They wouldn't leave her alone for a minute, and she would not be sneaky or daring enough to get away with Jack. Sure, she can flip off her Dad. Lifting a finger. How daring.

He applauded. "Gwens, you would make a fairly decent critic."

I playfully bowed. "Thank you, Duncan; I did have a lovely performance."

"Quite." He held me tighter.

It was hushed, and the atmosphere made it feel like we were deciding what the hell to say next. That thought scared me. If we were meant for each other, we'd always know what to say. However, we were probably just…I dunno, simply enjoying the fact we're alone together, without any interruption. At least that's what I was doing.

"I really needed a day off with you," Duncan admitted, "we usually just spend nights alone in the woods, sort of fearing the possibility of a camera, or something like that. But, today, we had the whole fucking day to ourselves, without any concerns. It was nice."

"I know," I agreed fully. "As much as I love the dark, it's superb to kiss you in the sunlight. Heh heh."

Superb. I had to use that more often.

"Yeah. Speaking of which…" After that, he leaned over and kissed me. I put my hands on his shoulders, and he put his hands on my waist.

After two minutes of kissing, we were aware that people will start piling in here any minute after dinner. We stopped, and decided to talk about our personal lives, friends, et cetera.

"Okay, I have three best friends." I explained. "There's Marilyn, Pixie Corpse, and Reaper. Plus, I have my other friends, but they're my main clique."

Duncan's attention was drawn to Pixie. "Did you just say her name was Pixie Corpse?"

"Nickname." I pointed out.

"Yeah, I get that…but Pixie – um…Pixie Corpse is a unique name." he stuttered. I decided to let it slide. Whatever.

"And I have a single mother and a thirteen-year-old brother named Alex." I finished.

"My closest friends are Vic, Ryan, Matt, and Shaun. I hang out with Shaun's girlfriend, Lexi, but I only text her, since she can be a bitch." He said. "And I have my police-chief parents, my two older brothers, and my little sister. My two older brothers are Tom and George, and they're 21-year-old twins. Tom is a dedicated guy in business, while George is really laid-back and evil…reminds me of myself."

"So you like George, not Tom?" I asked.

"Yeah…well, Tom is okay." Duncan explained. "The one I don't like is my sister, Amber, and she's fourteen. She's a prissy prom queen…she just got into high school, and God knows it won't be easy her and I sharing the same freaking air. As if the same house wasn't bad enough, hm?"

"I thought I had it bad with Alex." I laughed. "He's an ass, but at least he and I can share air harmoniously…"

"Shush." He snapped. "Anyhoo, she dates this douchebag, Calvin Smithson, who the freshmen girls all drool over. Oh, and he just has to eat at our house every night. Great, huh? So I just usually hang out with Ryan, Matt, Shaun, and Vic at a restaurant or something…well, you can't really count Shaun. He sits there with his phone texting Lexi until someone drops his phone in his Coke."

"It breaks every time?" I wondered.

"Thank God that Shaun buys cheap-ass Tracfones." Duncan laughed, and I laughed with him. His friends seemed amazingly fun. I would love spending a day with them.

"Mine aren't as interesting as yours." I smiled. "They're cool. I love them with no end, but we usually spend our wild and crazy evenings talking about music, people, each other…just, basic stuff."

"Mine talk about sports, the school assholes, concerts, all that jazz." Duncan said.

"We usually hang out in Marilyn's basement, like in That 70's Show." I giggled. "It's a decent place, and Marilyn's parents don't know or care who the hell is in their house, as long as nothing's stolen."

"Great parents." He laughed. We then heard the doorknob shake wildly. Duncan tore his arm off of me, and we sat very casually, and we appeared to be innocent best friends. Harold entered the trailer, looked around, and said, "You two guys spend too much time together."

"Are you just jealous that I have a girl drooling over me?" Duncan (jokingly…or else we'd be screwed) put his arm around me, and held me so close, I could feel his heart beat. I blushed, and laughed with him.

"No," Harold protested, "because I have LeShawna."

Duncan began arguing with him. "No you don't, because she dumped your ass at Playa des Losers."

"It's called 'a bump in the road', it's not a break-up," Harold objected. "At least my girlfriend doesn't dump me for money that she ended up losing."

Now, Duncan was furious. He did not like being reminded of that, especially by someone like Harold. As Duncan stood up to most likely rip his head off, Harold dashed out the door, scared shitless.

"He was smart to run." Duncan said as he sat back down.

I grinned, and replied, "Indeed he was."

I then checked the time on my iPod. It was seven o'clock. Dinner ends at 6:45. We were lucky that only Harold came in, and didn't suspect anything.

"It's seven." I told him. "Fifteen minutes after dinner let out."

"Jesus, and nobody tried to get in?" he asked.

"Nyuh-uh." I shook my head. "I'm concerned somebody's going to get in."

"Yeah." Duncan nodded. He looked at me and said simply, "It's only two hours. I think we can survive."

I flirtatiously (yet desperately) whined, "Not all of us."

He laughed, "Aw, yes you can."

I was defeated. I sighed, "Fine, I'll see you in two hours, hon."

I kissed him goodbye, and left the trailer. I was still in love. I was in motherfucking LOVE. I was absolutely swooning as soon as I closed the trailer door.

I walked over to my trailer, humming a simple tune, and once I plopped down onto my bunk, I picked up the book I was previously assigned for summer reading (Shakespeare…how stupid), and read until about eight o'clock.

Everyone piled into the trailer.

"Today's been a relief," Beth sighed, "but tomorrow's going to be torture."

I stared outside my crappy window. No, it would not be torture. What was going to happen tonight would most likely prove the fact Duncan may be "the one". Sure, it's only been a few days, but, I felt something inside – a gut feeling, per say – that he was perfect for me. And he was. I felt absolutely stupid for not realizing it before I wasted my time with Trent. He was a decent fellow – very sweet, creative, mysterious, and artistic. But, he wasn't very daring, and he seemed like he'd be an extremely popular guy back at home. This will sound prejudice…but he'd spend time with popular cliques. The ones I've spent my whole life hating and avoiding. Hating them forever, and suddenly loving them would just seem weird, and morally wrong when it came to my other friends. That was also a factor in the breakup I never, ever wanted to bring up. It would feel unfair to Trent, coming out and saying, "The real reason I don't like you is because of your stupid little friends."

"Well, you're probably going to sleep in tomorrow after today." I pointed out. "Everybody's worked their hearts out."

"Yeah, especially you." LeShawna grinned. "Duncan has seriously screwed up, losing that nose-stud thing…I hear they're expensive."

Good excuse, Duncan. Good excuse. "Yeah, they are. We ended up finding it on his floor, though. Happy endings."

"Who found it?" Lindsay asked.

"I did." I explained. I was bragging in my lie. Oopsies, too late now.

"Good for you, girl." LeShawna offered a high-five.

I high-fived her back. It was nice to know that I was also, thankfully, maintaining the trust of my peers and friends.

After a good fifteen minutes, everybody was fast asleep. Beth was snoring – due to her breathing through her over-salivation (she was the human vomit inducer). I was absolutely excited. I may pass out from over-excitement any moment. Instead, I somehow made my way towards Duncan in the woods.

A/N: Woo, cliffhangers. Yeah…the game is still going on, and I'm writing a Vladimir Tod fanfic, yes, its decided. xD More details later, but – HOLY FUCK NO. Sorry – Yanks won. Fuck them. Fuck their blue-and-white. Go Philadelphia. ;]