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Disclaimer: I do not own the TDI series or the characters in anyway. I also do not own the song Change Your Mind by Small Talk (which is Gwen's ringtone later in the chapter)

Duncan P.O.V.

"LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!" Geoff's voice roared through my condo, followed by several cheers, and screams in agreement.

Geoff jumped off my couch, and turned up the music on my stereo. A couple of Geoff's buddies, came in my house carrying three cases of beer.

"This is gonna be sweet!" I howled.

"Right on bro!" Geoff high-fived me, and grabbed a bottle of beer.

"Hey Geoff, where's that girl you're always with, Brianne or something?" I ask.

"You mean Bridgette? Oh we're taking a semi-break." He took a drink of his beer.

"What for?" I ask, as the party crowd grew bigger, and pushed past me.

"She thinks I'm not serious enough, and hates that I party way to much. But, that's my lifestyle, she can take me or leave me."

"I hear that, bro." I laughed, and walked around Geoff to grab my own beer.

I'm not much of a drinker, but every once in a while I can't help myself. I popped the cap open, and Geoff was by my side again.

"So where's your babe?"I raised my eyebrow, maybe Geoff is already drunk. "What babe? You know I'm flying solo right now, dude.""No, you know that uptight chick."

A smirk crept onto my face, "Oh her? Yeah, we're not really…anything." I took a big gulp of my drink.

"I don't know man, she is pretty hot."

I chuckled, "I guess man. But, she's so complicated. Like, half the time I swear she wants me, and then the other half she wants to kill me."

"Dude, that's love."

"Are you drunk, you dumb ass?" I asked, laughing.

"No, well I don't know. Yes?" He began slurring. "Anyway, it's like this you see. When you are married and junk, you love your significant other, but you don't always love them." He sounded so drunk.

"Uh, what?" I rolled my eyes.

"Check it, parents always fight, but they make up too!" Geoff pointed out.

Figures this guy is smartest when he's a drunken mess. I took another swig of my beer, he was actually beginning to make sense.

"You know, you might be making sense. I'll call her." By this time, I'm pretty sure I was half way to being drunk. Whatever is in this beer, it is as strong as Hell.

I pulled out my cell phone, and dialed Princess's number, and waited for her to answer.

"Yes, Duncan?"

"Ay, Princess! 'Sup?!" I slurred.

"Duncan! Are you drunk?" She asked immediately.

I began to go into a mass of giggling fits, I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop.

"Uh, id-dunno."

"Oh my God, what is wrong with you?" She asked.

"Nothing! God!" I snapped.

She groaned. "Anyway, wana come over? I'm having a….a….killer party!" It took me time to get my train of thought working properly.

"Bye, Duncan. Leave me alone, I'm trying to work!"

"You're so uptight all the time!" I shouted into the phone.

The music was blasting loud, it seemed like more people were here now.

"No, I'm not!" She argued.

"Then prove it!" I stumbled, walking up the stairs and into my room so I could hear her. "Come-" I tripped, and picked myself back up.

I was strangely winded, I got into my room, and slammed the door shut. "Come, here and prove it!" Then I hung up.

My headache was pounding even more, as I collapsed onto my bed. What was in that drink?

Trent P.O.V

Dr. Crammer came into my room. Dad isn't here, he's working again. I swear he is slipping into his workaholic stage again. Although, I hate to say it. I wish my mom were here.

"Trent, how have you been feeling?" Dr. Cramer asked, walking over to me, and checking out my broken leg.

"I've been okay. My headaches have stopped."

"That's wonderful! And you have been getting around just fine?" She asked, writing something down on her clipboard.

"Yes."

"Great, I think we can have you out of here by tomorrow! All I need is your father's consent. Is he here?" She asked.

"No, he isn't. He's working late tonight."

She made some kind of humming sound.

"Well, I can come and check in on you tomorrow, and I will get in contact with your father so he can hear the news." Dr. Cramer exited the room, and I gave her a small smile when she looked back at me before leaving.

I stared at my cell phone which sat in my lap. Debating if I should call my mom or not. I'm in the hospital. Shouldn't she know? She probably has the same cell phone number.

I reached toward the phone, and pulled back. She didn't want to stay. What makes you think she will give a damn if you call her? I picked up my phone and stared at it. Then I flung it across the room, and it smashed against the wall. But, my phone didn't break.

Courtney P.O.V

I pulled up to Duncan's so called 'crib', and I could already hear music coming from inside. I'm shocked to see his party is still going on, and that neighboring condos had not shut it down yet.

I brushed my hands over my blue pair of jeans. Very rarely I wear jeans, but I figured this event would be casual. Very casual. I adjusted my turquoise top, which had sequins embroidered around the v-neck line.

I stepped out of the car, leaving my jacket inside and walked into the chaos. I shut the door behind me, and I was immediately surrounded by drunken idiots. I spotted a handful of people from school, and more people I didn't recognize whatsoever.

Then I saw the face I have come to know pretty well, unfortunately.

"Princess!" Duncan slurred, stumbling toward me.

He had a drink in his hand, and it spilled a little on his shirt when he 'walked' toward me.

"Oh my God, you're so hammered." I muttered to myself, taking the drink from his hand, and placing it on his kitchen counter.

"Hey!" I mumbled lazily."It's for your own good." I promised.

"I misssssseed y-you!" Then he engulfed me in a large hug.

I squirmed to get out of his grasp, if my parents smelt the lightest hint of alcohol on me, I would be dead.

"Let go of me, you idiot!" I kept trying to squirm away.

"Why?" He dropped his arms, and looked at me.

Like, really looked at me. He studied me.

"What?" I snapped.

Quicker than I could react, Duncan was kissing me. He pulled me to him by my shoulders, and kissed me. I tried to pull away, I used my hands to push against his chest to breakaway, but I couldn't.

He was much stronger than me, by then he wrapped his arms around me. He continued kissing me, and I kept protesting, trying as hard as I could not to kiss back. Duncan, still drunk mind you, pulled back but he had his arms wrapped around me still.

"Come on, princess." He whispered in my ear, then began kissing my neck.

It ran chills up and down my body, making me squirm more. "Relax, I'm not doing anything bad. Just what you wanted me to do…." His voice trailed off, and he kissed me on my lips again.

He crushed his lips against mine, and I relaxed myself. I relaxed my shoulder, and I moved my arms, and pulled him closer to me.

I responded to his kiss, and I ran my fingers through his hair I felt him smiling against my lips.

He pulled back, and we were both breathing heavy.

"Wow." his eyes widened.

"Uh huh." I nodded my head, and pulled him back to kiss him again.

***

It was nearly midnight, and the party was getting better by each moment. I hadn't had any alcohol, because I was driving myself home and I don't need any car accidents, like Trent.

Duncan isn't so bad. Besides the fact that he is infuriating, argumentative, annoying, and obnoxious. He's a pretty good kisser. So, I spent the night dancing to music I have never listened to before, or making out with Duncan.

But, I need to get home, my curfew is twelve-thirty. I pushed through the crowd, trying to get to the door, but a felt a pair of hands on my waist.

"Where ya going?" Duncan wasn't as drunk as when I first came here, I think whatever was in the beer was wearing off. But, he was still wasted.

"Home." I responded, turning around to look at him.

"Whyyy?" He whined.

I giggled, I giggled. I never giggle. "It's late." I shrugged.

"You should s-sta-stay." Duncan went into a giggle fit.

"I can't. Call me, tomorrow." I winked, and walked out.

"Yeah, we'll see. Princess." He shouted after me.

Gwen P.O.V.

Three in the morning my cell phone rings. "I use to shut the door/ cause the world is just easier to ignore/ now I'm crawling across the floor/ searching for something worth dying for." My ring tone sang.

I groaned, and got up out of bed dragging myself across the room to grab my cell phone off my dresser. I don't even recognize this number, and I swear to God if this is a prank someone is going to die.

"Hello?" I answered, clearing my throat.

"Gwen?" I heard a groggy voice.

"Duncan? Is that you?" I was awake now.

"Uh, yeah."

"What number are you calling from? Even better, what do you want? You know it's quarter to four, right?" I sound like an overbearing adult.

"That's the problem. I need you to pick me up. I'm at the police station."

"What?" I sputtered.

"I threw a party, and I was busted for underage drinking, and disturbing the peace."

"I can't believe this. I'm on my way.""Gwen, don't tell my parents. Please." He pleaded.

"Fine, but how am I suppose to bail you out?" I asked, grabbing a pair of socks, and slipping them on my feet.

"I have my wallet on the counter in the apartment. The bail is only two-hundred and fifty. I should have enough in my wallet. Go to my apartment, and bring the wallet here. The door should be unlocked." Duncan sounded worried.

I slipped the shoes on, and started walking down the stairs, grabbing my car keys off the key rack in the kitchen.

"Fine, I will be there in a half hour." I hung up the phone, and left my house.

***

I rushed into the police station, now it's quarter past four in the morning. I saw Duncan sitting alone on a metal bench, next to the front desk.

"I'm here for bail, for Duncan Scott." I told the woman at the front desk.

I've never done this before, I've never even been here before. She handed me a few forms, and explained to me the bail pricing, and glanced at Duncan who jumped up and stood by my side.

He looked over my shoulder as I read the forms, and signed my signature.

"I can't believe I'm bailing you out of jail." I muttered to him, signing the last paper, and paying the guard the bail.

She nodded, and we left. When we walked out the first thing I did was slap Duncan against the arm.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I demanded.

"Ow! Nothing!" He stumbled walking to the car.

"Oh my God, you're drunk!" I shouted.

"Can you stop that!" He covered his ears.

"Stop what?" I asked, unlocking the car door.

"That shouting!"

"I'm not shouting." I muttered, getting into the car.

I slammed my door, and Duncan winced.

"Just close your eyes, you're staying at my place tonight." I told him, driving out of the parking lot.

"Why?" He mumbled.

"Because you can't be alone, and I'm not staying at your place it is disgusting." I wrinkled my nose.

Plastic cups everywhere, it reeked of alcohol. Food, and chips, all over the floor.

"God, you're so unfun." He muttered, with his eyes shut.

"Yeah, I suck." I replied flatly.

"I wish you were more like Courtney." he said.

"What?" I spat.

"She's fun." He said.

I snorted, "Since when?""Since tonight." He mumbled again.

"She was at your party? Right. What was she doing there?"

"I invited her.""Yeah, right." I rolled my eyes.

Duncan didn't say anything. I kept driving, listening to nothing but the engine of my car. No other cars were on the road. I drove up to my house, and parked into the driveway.

"Sleep on the couch, and if you wake my mom or my brother, I'll kill you. Got that?" I asked.

"Whatever." He muttered, getting out of the car.