Author's Note: Okay, so the reason it took me so long to get this chapter done was because of SEVERAL obstacles. The first obstacle was that I wanted to take a couple of days to make sure that I was sure of where I wanted to go with this chapter. The second was I became too focused on Doctor Who to actually work on the story. The third was after I finally got it done the FIRST time, I decided I'd post in the next day and then my sisters did something that very night and crashed the internet and eventually the WHOLE computer crashed for good. Then I typed it again for the second on the laptop and my sisters actually crashed that one too. Now, I'm on my last computer…until our new one is up and running. Also, I finished all of my Ocs for my next fanfic :D.

Chapter 36

"I'm being serious guys!" Duncan exclaimed as he was attempting to make ammends with Courtney and Gwen by banging on Courtney's closed front door and yelling apologies. "I think we should atleast be friends!"

"All you do is think of yourself," Gwen snapped through the door. "Now go away and stop stalking us already."

"I'm thinking of getting a restraining order," Courtney muttered as she and the Goth giggled as they insulted the desperate punk.

Their laughter ceased when Gwen's phone rang. "OH, maybe it's Dawn!" the Goth exclaimed and took out her phone. "Nope, just Vexie."

"It could be ABOUT Dott right?" Courtney said.

"We'll see," Gwen said and answered the phone. "Hello."

"OH MY GOD!" Vexie exclaimed with utter excited. "Guess what, Madame Monster!"

"Did Scott confess?" Gwen asked, obviously hopeful.

"Confess what?" Vexie sounded confused. "To Dawn, you mean?"

"Who else?" Gwen sighed.

"Probably not," Vexie shrugged as she answered.

"What do you mean 'probably not'? Aren't you supposed to be spying on their date?" Gwen exclaimed; confused on what exactly it was that Vexie meant.

"Well, I was," Vexie winced. "But I got bored and then I saw this extremely attractive fella' and everything goes blank until now."

"You called to brag about your date didn't you?" Gwen sighed, feeling like she should have known this would have happened.

"There you go!" Vexie clapped. "And not only is he attractive with a tan and gorgeous blue eyes; he's also got a British accent."

"You realize this whole thing was your plan, right? You are literally messing up with your own plan."

"Oh no, dear," Vexie tsked the Goth. "I have a feeling my plan is going perfectly." She hung up with a final words being 'have fun with your gal pal'.

"She can be really infuriating sometimes," Gwen sighed.

"So she ditched everything for a guy?" Courtney snickered; she expected the outcome to be as much.

"It better being going okay," Gwen was slightly more concerned about the current situation that involved her younger, shorter, blonde friend.

Dawn and Scott were forced to meet at a park; they were currently sitting on one of the several benches at the previously mentioned park.

"So," Scott said. This was the first effort in making conversation since the two hours that they had been sitting there. "Anything new?"

"No, not really," Dawn muttered. Both of the two were forcing themselves not to grow red. "You?"

"It's the same with me, I guess," Scott answered, tapping his foot as he tried to muster up the courage to do what was intended. "I, uh," he stuttered. "I'm pretty hungry."

"Really?" Dawn went along with the topic. "I ate before I came here."

"Cool," Scott hated being so cowardly. "So, uh," his stutter got worse. "I was wondering how you felt about, uh," the two stared dead into eachother's eyes. "About pigs."

"They're very interesting creatures," Dawn giggled as she answered him.

"I know right?" Scott was extremely nervous.

"Hey, Scott," Dawn attempted to muster up HER courage at this point. "Do you think I'd be a good girlfriend?"

"What?" Scott stuttered.

"I mean, I think I like someone," Dawn admitted. "But I'm too scared to read him enough to know if he really likes me back."

"Really now," Scott's eyebrow began to twitch as she spoke.

"I just realized it recently though," Dawn "But I've been told he may like me as well, but do YOU think someone would like me in that way?"

"No way!" Scott, too dimwitted to realize she was talking about him, was filled with jealousy at the information she had told him. "There is absolutely NO WAY anyone would like you!"

"You think?" Dawn asked. "So I shouldn't even take the effort, huh?"

"No way, no how," Scott told her. "You're too creepy for anyone to like you!"

"I was thinking that would be the case," Dawn's eyes slide to look at the ground, showing that his words dulled her mood.

Seeing that his words hurt her, again, Scott regretted what he said. Again. "I gotta go," Scott muttered, running off with guilt that made him feel like crap.

Dawn took a closer look at him, watching him go: her eyes widened as she noticed something. "Oh," she muttered just as her cellphone began to vibrate in her skirt pocket. "Hello?" she answered the phone.

"Hey Girly," Gwen was on the other line. "Hows it going?"

"Well," Dawn's gaze was fixated on the direction that the now out of sight farm boy had run. "He said that there was no way that there would be anyone who would ever like me as a girlfriend."

"He did, did he?" the malice and anger in the Goth's tone was very evident. "I'm going to mutilate that ginger haired bastard and feed his remains to Vexie's sea bestie she calls Fang," Gwen said to Courtney, covering the speaker in the phone so Dawn wouldn't hear.

"But, I think its all okay," Dawn said, hearing what Gwen had said regardless of the blue-haired female's efforts.

Gwen could not believe how good hearted this girl was. "HOW IS THAT OKAY?!"

"Because," Dawn voice perked up. "I was able to bring myself to actually read his aura before he left."