This chapter is a tribute to 90's music...not all of it, but a lot of it. You don't need to know about 90's music to like it...it makes no difference, but I just want to point out that the 90's ruled.

Now there is something I have to do. CarmillaD, I have to thank you for all your reviews. Every time I read one of your reviews it just brightens up my day and makes me want to write faster. Thank you so much and also thank you for that list of 90's events, some of which I'd forgotten about others which I remembered and I have to say, that list really gave me a lot of ideas.

Thank you CarmillaD.

Here goes the chapter.

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Monday the 15th of August, 1994. Times Square, Virgin Megastore. 5 PM.

"One thing Duncan." DJ said. "Didn't you get banned from this store, man?"

"Princess threatened the manager and they let me in." Duncan said.

What is to be done in New York on a boring afternoon except go out and buy something. Today, Courtney, Gwen, Bridgette, Trent, Geoff, Duncan and DJ went out to the Virgin Megastore record place in Times Square to buy recent releases.

"So what are you guys getting?" Trent asked. "I'm going for Parklife."

"Park-what?" Duncan asked.

"Parklife, the Blur album." Trent said.

"Dude, you listen to the wussiest music ever." Duncan said solemnly.

"Duncan, don't be rude!" Courtney yelled at him. "And besides, what are you getting, tough guy?"

"Some good old punk music." Duncan said.

The punk then pulled a copy of Green Day's debut album Dookie off the shelves.

"I heard these guys on the radio yesterday and they're fucking awesome." Duncan said.

"Typical of you Duncan, listening to whatever deals the most damage to your eardrums." Courtney said in her typical "holier than thou" attitude. "I'm getting something calmer and more beautiful."

"What?" Gwen asked, curious.

"Liz Phair, Ella Fitzgerald and Tori Amos." Courtney replied.

"Whatever."

As the group drifted apart to search for their own music, Bridgette grabbed Gwen and pulled her into the area of the store labeled "Shadowy Secret Confession Section".

"What is it?" Gwen asked.

"Gwen, remember that you guys wanted to hook up DJ with someone and that he didn't get that well along with that friend of yours LeShawna?" Bridgette said.

"Yes." Gwen said, growing curious.

"Well, I think I know why." Bridgette said.

"Why?" Asked an even more curious Gwen.

"Well, last night DJ was musing over things the balcony and I went there to talk things over with him and…I kinda kissed him." Bridgette confessed.

"Oh god no." Gwen said.

"What?" Bridgette asked.

"Bridgette, you can't do that, you just broke up with Geoff a month ago, if he finds out then he won't let DJ go out alive." Gwen said.

"Come on Gwen, Geoff's not like that." Bridgette replied.

"Perhaps not, but I don't think it's good for DJ, he's very unsure about his feelings and he cares a lot about you, but if he dates you then that will make him think he's betraying Geoff and that'll just tear him apart." Gwen explained.

"I think you're right…it's just that I like DJ, a lot and I want to move on to someone else, someone whom I know can't hurt me like Geoff did…someone like DJ." Bridgette said.

"That is true." Gwen said, biting her finger.

"Gwen I don't know what to do." Bridgette said.

"Don't worry Bridgette, we'll figure something out." Gwen said soothingly and patted the blonde on the back.

The two girls walked away from the "Shadowy Secret Confession Section". Just then, DJ dragged Duncan into the section.

"Duncan, man…I gotta confess something." DJ said nervously.

"Woah dude, get Trent here, he's the wuss who knows about feelings." Duncan said.

"Hey!" Trent yelled at him. "You do know about feelings. What about Courtney?"

"Yeah, just the one feeling, I love Courtney that's it. But you buddy, you're the wussiest guy I've ever met and you know every feeling in the book. Enjoy." Duncan said, shoving Trent in front of DJ in the "Shadowy Secret Confession Section" while he left.

"What a jerk." Trent said.

"He's good inside." DJ told the musician. "But that's not the point. I have something to tell you."

"What?"

"Well, last night…before my date with LeShawna I kinda kissed Bridgette." DJ said.

"DJ, you know I haven't been with you guys so long so I don't know a lot about this…so I'm just gonna say everything will be alright and you'll have to take my word for it." Trent said.

"Fine." DJ said. "Now I gotta go get a CD."

Thirty minutes later, outside the store…I think, God was stoned when this happened so he can't remember too well.

"So, what did you guys end up getting?" Bridgette asked.

"I got Exile in Guyville by Liz Phair and Under the Pink by Tori Amos." Courtney replied.

"Dookie by Green Day." Duncan said. "Need something to replace Nirvana and this is good enough."

"Like I said before, I got Parklife by Blur." Trent replied.

"I got myself copies of Vs. by pearl Jam and Siamese Dream by Smashing Pumpkins." Gwen said. "I just love Eddie Vedder, he is so cool and he's so hot."

"I'm standing right here, Gwen." Trent said, joking.

"Don't worry Trent, you're hot too." Gwen said.

The goth girl shyly leant forth and kissed her boyfriend's cheek.

"Get a room." Duncan exclaimed, earning an elbow in the gut from Courtney.

"Well, I got myself Cracked Rear View by Hootie & the Blowfish." DJ replied.

"I didn't buy anything." Geoff said.

"I got the single from Blues Traveler's Run-Around." Bridgette said.

"Cool." Geoff said, smiling. Bridgette returned the smile.

(Now readers, here's a first for me…the rest of this story will be written in a first person perspective from different character's point of view…don't get used to it though, this is probably a first and only.)

That night, 8 PM.

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Duncan's Song:
She

She…
She's figured out
All of her doubts were someone else's point of view
Waking up this time
To smash the silence with a brick of self-control.

I sat there in Malibu's and Princess' apartment. In that girly red couch that Princess had bought despite Malibu's objections. I sat there and I got thinking about what I had said to Elvis earlier that same day.

"I love Courtney. That's the only feeling."

I wondered. Why DO I love Princess? I mean, she's smart and pretty…pretty hot. But why exactly do I LOVE her? I've never been able to figure that out. I just love her but WHY?

The answer came to me when I heard Princess talking on the phone just then.

"No mom I don't care!" I heard her yell through the phone. "I love Duncan, no matter what you say…Like you would dare cut off my college funds if I don't leave him, you wouldn't want your only daughter to not be able to go to college and become successful, wouldn't you? I thought so…I'm going to keep dating Duncan whether you and dad like it or not and that's final!"

Princess hung up the phone with a slam and then opened the door to her room. She came out in her usual neat attire and said:

"Sorry you had to hear that."

I smirked my trademark smirk, which she claimed to hate but that I knew she loved.

"Don't apologize Princess, hearing you yell really gets me going." I cockily stated.

She glared at me playfully and rolled her eyes.

"Come on Duncan, let's go. " She said. "But you better climb out the window; I don't think your gigantic ego can fit through the door."

She took my hand in hers and pulled me to the door, pulling it open after turning the knob and dragging us both outside.

She's so awesome. She's driven and doesn't let anyone stop her and she doesn't give a fuck about what anyone thinks about her.

That's why I love her.

Because she doesn't care about what others think.

I love her because she loves me no matter what.

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Gwen's Song:
Daughter

Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to be…
The picture kept will remind me…
Daughter.

"Mom, relax." I told my mom over the phone. "I've dated Trent before and you know that…I've dated him for about a year."

"I know Gwenny, I'm just concerned." My mom said. "Does he treat you well? Is he sweet with you?"

"Yes mom, he is. You have to stop worrying." I assured her.

My mom has been like this ever since she realized my relationship with Trent was serious. Trent was my first serious boyfriend, since I had been on a couple of dates before but no guy stuck. But now that I'd been dating a guy for a long time, my mom was having concerns. She has always been really attached to me and really careful about me since my dad died. She doesn't want me to get hurt in anyway and I think that after Trent came along, she's worried that she might be losing me or something.

"Don't worry about me mom, Trent is an excellent guy. He's sweet and he's nice, he'd never hurt me." I told her.

"I know Gwen…it's just that, you know, same old mother concerns." She said.

"Don't worry mom. I'll be fine, I love you."

"I love you too Gwen, bye."

I hung up and finished getting ready for my date with Trent. In about ten minutes, the doorbell rang and I answered it. Trent was standing there.

"Ready to go, Gwen?" He asked, smiling sweetly.

"Yeah, let's go Trent." I smiled as I answered.

I wrapped my arm around Trent's shoulder and he did the same with me but slowly and carefully. Trent was always shy about physical contact, he always worried about whether he was doing something that made me uncomfortable. That's one of the many things that I love about Trent. How much he cared.

That's why my mom should stop worrying. Trent's a perfect guy and I love him, and he loves me back and he cares more about me than he cares about himself. So mom shouldn't fear losing me, because she never would and because Trent wouldn't be capable of doing anything to tear me away from mom.

So relax mom, no matter how much I love Trent…

I'll always be your daughter.

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Trent's Song:
Girls & Boys

Love in the nineties is paranoid
On sunny beaches
Take your chances, looking for…
Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone you really love.

My date with Gwen that night had been my best ever. We went to a small Italian restaurant there in The Village and ate.

"So, do you think Geoff and Bridgette will stay broken up for long?" I asked, pretending I didn't know about Bridgette kissing DJ.

"I think so, I mean, Geoff slept with Heather. She's a real bitch." Gwen said.

I smiled at her soothingly when I saw her eyes. I could tell from her eyes that she was thinking about the time I dated Heather. She had been good at first, but she had insulted Gwen at the prom and not just on the passing. She had been really vile about Gwen and I couldn't stand that.

I'd been attracted to Gwen since I met her in L.A. Of course, after she left I moved on and dated another girl, Lena, but that didn't last too long and then a couple of months after Gwen left she was back…under less fortunate circumstances, but nonetheless, I was really glad I saw her during that riot. After I moved to New York I never thought I'd meet Gwen again, since the chances of meeting a person in a city as big as NYC were almost none. But that fateful day I decided to go to Underground Records was possibly one of the happiest of my life. We talked for hours and we really befriended each other.

Yet, I only realized I really loved Gwen the day I had The Cure sing to her in her rooftop. When she kissed me then, I realized I really loved her and wanted to be with her forever. To grow old with her.

"Hey Gwen, don't worry…I know I dated Heather, but she meant nothing. Compared to you she's absolutely nothing because Gwen, I love you." I told her, smiling.

She smiled at me with the most perfect smile in the world. So beautiful.

"I love you too, Trent."

Then, after dinner, I walked her back to her apartment. But instead of kissing me goodnight like she always did, she invited me inside. Once inside, we walked over to the door of her bedroom and she said.

"I know you'd be too shy to give the first step for this…so I'm just going to do it for you."

She reached for her shirt and pulled it off, and then dropped her skirt. I stared mesmerized. I'd done it before and I'd seen women naked before as well, but never had I seen one as beautiful as Gwen was. Perhaps she wasn't as big as Lena or Lindsay, but she was perfect. She was just perfect and what we did there that night was the best thing that had ever happened to me up to then. It was the best night of my life.

"I love you." A naked Gwen said to me as she cuddled up to me in bed.

"I love you too." I said and kissed the top of her head as she fell asleep in my arms.

What we did that night was just one of the most beautiful things ever. Because it wasn't just sex. It was pure love.

The best that can happen between girls and boys.

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Courtney's Song:
Cornflake Girl

Never was a cornflake girl
Thought that was a good solution
Hanging with the raisin girls
She's gone over to the other side.

I snuggled onto Duncan's arm as we walked down the hall of the mall. I knew that snuggling up to him always sped up his heart rate and that I could tease him with that. I loved to tease him now. This got me to thinking. I had really changed since I first met Duncan. Before I met him I was so spoiled and a lot snobbier. I was also really bitchy. I now see that, because being with Duncan has changed me. Now I'm more tolerant of things, I'm less stubborn, I became a girl with less prejudice and I became a better person overall.

He changed for me too. He stopped doing illegal things and he learnt to care about others a little more, this applies to me too. We're both still pretty selfish, but not towards each other. Not anymore.

"Courtney, is that you?" A familiar voice asked.

I turned towards the voice and saw an old face. There stood Trisha Carols, Nina Roberts and Mary Charles; a.k.a. my old friends before I started hanging out with my current friends.

"Trisha." I said sternly.

Did I mention that I stopped hanging out with them when I was fifteen because I started realizing they were snobbish, bratty bitches? Well that's why.

"Duncan, go get me a drink from that McDonalds over there please. I have to take care of some unfinished business." I told my boyfriend, letting go of his arm.

"Alright Princess." Duncan told me and started off.

I approached Trisha.

"So, how have you been, Trish?" I asked sarcastically.

"I'm fine myself. But you don't look so good, you know, hanging by the arm of street-trash." Trisha said.

"Better than your selfish snob boyfriend Trisha, at least Duncan cares about me instead of just wanting me for sex." I replied, not losing my cool.

"How dare you?!" Screeched Trisha, indignant. "I guess hanging out with the hippie, the weird emo girl, the party-freak, the gay Jamaican kid and that delinquent really has messed you up."

"If made me see how bitchy and vile you girls are is mess me up then yeah, Duncan messed me up." I said, smiling. Just then, Duncan arrived with a coke.

"Here's your drink, Princess." Duncan said.

"OMG, the beast can talk." Trisha said. "Maybe stupid little Courtney didn't make such a terrible choice."

She and her moronic friends started giggling like idiots. I saw Duncan look at them with rage. He really hated it when someone insulted me. He was really protective. I really love that about him, how much he cares about me and my happiness. I simply smirked in a Duncan-like manner at Trisha and then I opened the top of my drink and poured it on her head, stopping her and her friends' stupid laughter all together.

Trisha gasped as Duncan and I laughed at her.

"Cool off Trish." I said and started walking away with Duncan.

She yelled "bitch" at me and I simply flipped her off.

This was just like the Tori Amos song "Cornflake Girl", which talks about the spoiled, prejudiced and vile "cornflake girls" and the open-minded, tolerant and kind "raisin girls". They were cornflake girls and thanks to Duncan I was now a raisin girl.

Everybody thinks that it's Duncan who had to change for our relationship, but it's not entirely true. We both changed, and believe it or not, I'm the one who changed the most. He was always good inside, but I wasn't, he made me the moderately good person I am now. I'm the one who changed the most, because I stopped being a bitch.

Thanks to Duncan, I stopped being a bitchy cornflake girl.

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DJ's Song:
Only Wanna Be With You

Yeah I'm tangled up in blue
I only wanna be with you
You can call me your fool
I only wanna be with you.

I'd never been so confused in my life. Throughout my teenage years I dated a ton of girls, but none of them ever lasted. I always felt in someway for Bridgette, but I never thought too much of it. I always figured she and Geoff would end up together. But now…

She seems to feel the same way about me and I don't know what to do.

I wasn't given much time to think though. Since as I stood there on the edge of a Central Park lake, leaning on a railing, Bridgette approached me and leaned on the rail right next to me.

"Hey DJ." Bridgette said, smiling at me.

"Hi Bridge." I said awkwardly.

"Look DJ, about last night…it was just a spur of the moment thing, since you were being so sweet and everything and well…in a way I've always had a lot of feelings for you, but they didn't ever really take a romantic shape and…well, if I did anything to unsettle you last night, I'm sorry and I hope we can still hang out, you know…"

I smiled at her. She really seemed to be sorry for having feelings. That's nonsense. If you have feelings for somebody you shouldn't be sorry about it. My problem was that I didn't know where my feelings for Bridgette lay. What the hell, I'll take chances and face the risk.

"You don't have to apologize Bridge." I told her. "You just have feelings for someone, there's nothing apologize about. To tell you the truth, I think I may have the same feelings for you…"

She looked at me in an ecstatic manner and then puckered her lips, leaning in hopefully to meet mine. I slowly leaned in and met her lips with mine.

When we kissed, it just felt great. It felt right, like all those feelings and instincts were correct. It was the best kissed I'd ever had.

But then…bad things happened.

"Oh my god!"

My eyes flung open and so did Bridgette's a second later. I pulled my lips away from hers and turned to the direction of the voice. My eyes meet blue eyes. The blue eyes of a boy in a pink shirt and a cowboy hat.

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Well people, I really feel like this is one of my best chapters. Perhaps not the funniest, but one of the greatest in a character-centric manner. So PLEASE review and tell me what you think.

Gracias Totales