Cody: New chapter? It's been like 15 years.
Izzy: Neat-o!
Courtney: Hopefully Duncan won't get as drunk as last time.
Duncan: Don't start with me!
Kari: Um, kay?
Disclaimer: I am NOT a millionaire, so I MUST not own TDI/TDA/TDM or TMBG.
"Ok, we'll be back soon." Trent's voice said as he, DJ, Geoff, Gwen, and Bridgette left the RV to go get groceries. Courtney nodded. Duncan was sleeping it off on the couch. Last night's concert had been a success. Great golly goodness. None of that changed the fact that a crazy, alcoholic, hoodlum, pierced, delinquent was sleeping on her couch. Her band's couch, whatever. She could understand why he had gotten drunk, he had a lot of pressure, but still.
Not that he was too cheery about it himself. I mean, Duncan still hadn't met "the adult" of the band. He knew there was one. You couldn't have a band without authority. And if it was some snob, idiot beer belly dude, he was out. He loved the band, but he hated adults. (He liked being drunk with a hangover even less, but that's not the point.) An adult was going to tell them where to play and make them stand a certain way and tell them what to do. An adult was going to take the Duncan out of Duncan. There was no freaking way, man. Long story short, that was why Duncan had gotten drunk. Mainly because he wanted to escape the meeting of the jackass. He wanted it to last… just for a little bit. To last. He slept on soundly.
"Think they'll be okay together in there?" Gwen asked DJ as they walked to the supermarket with the rest of the band.
"Sure, it's not like they're going to maul each other or anything." DJ said, shaking his head. Bridgette wasn't so sure. She remembered how long it took for Courtney to get to trust DJ, Trent, and Geoff. DJ noticed Bridgette's worried expression and put one of his large, colored hands on her petite shoulder.
"Don't worry, they'll be fine." He said, smiling at her. She sighed. DJ was such a good friend, she thought to herself.
Scowl. Growl. Scowl. Oh wait, I said that one already, Courtney thought to herself as she glared at the sleeping beast on the bunk. Something in her mind clicked, take a picture, it'll last longer. ACK! No! You're supposed to be backing me up! Yeah, but he's a pierced, tattooed bad boy with danger oozing out of every pore. Basically… he's delicious! No, he's not, he's a Neanderthal. A hot Neanderthal. Whose side are you on? Yours. But I'm trying to have a little fun. I don't need you to have fun! Yeah. SURE. I DON'T! That's what they all say. That's it, I'm going to stop listening to you! Fine. I'll just go away and you'll have no one. Ha ha! Good enough for me! But still, how am I going to get this guy into shape? Either we make him quit, or turn him into TMBG quality. Aha! Idea! What do you think of this idea, brain? . . . Um, brain?
Duncan stirred.
"Oh good, you're up." Courtney said angrily. She was trying her best to sound calm, but so far she was failing epically.
"Yeah, I'm up." He mumbled. What's a cure for a hangover again?
"Anyway, I've been looking over the bands' comments on YouTube from the concert yesterday, and guess what the people said about you?" She said, clenching her teeth and forcing herself to stand by his bed.
"Oh, what?" He asked. Wasn't it like raspberries and mayonnaise or something? Nah, that's Mom's salad surprise…
"Well, most of them thought that TMBG sounded the best it ever last night!" She said, leaning over his bunk and looking (or glaring) into his eyes.
"Great…" Avocados? Maybe. He always put them on his sandwiches at Subway. Those always made him feel better.
"But here's a comment from a longtime fan… What is up with the new guy's look? He looks way too scary to be in They Might Be Giants. I haven't figured out a way to reply to that one yet." She said, clenching her fist and ready to punch him in case he tried something funny.
"Ice tea with 4 lemons!" he shouted, jumping out of his bed and running to the kitchen. What. The heck.
Well that didn't work out quite the way as planned. Bridgette was the first one to notice Duncan's absence. Courtney was sitting quietly in her favorite chair reading a book. The title on the front was Logic. Not surprising. Everyone had gotten back from the store and had piled their groceries on DJ. He was always happy to oblige. At least that's what Trent said. Chatter.
"Um, hey, Courtney, where's Duncan?" Bridgette asked, looking at the bunk he had crashed on. Chatter end. Confusion. Courtney looked up from her book.
"Duncan? Who?" She asked, looking falsely innocent. Gwen put a hand on her hip.
"You know exactly who Duncan is, Courtney. Where is he?" She scowled, staring straight into her eyes.
"If you must know, I sent him to hell." She said, looking back at her book. The trailer was quiet. She glanced back up at them.
"That was called sarcasm." She snorted. Everyone let out sighs of relief.
"So where is he?" Bridgette asked.
"Seriously, was this necessary?" A familiar voice called from the bathroom. Everyone turned.
"Ok… so he was in the bathroom… What was so complicated about just telling us…" Trent began.
"Oh my GAWD." Gwen interrupted. Duncan walked out of the bathroom rubbing his hair with a towel. The first thing they all noticed was that all his piercings were gone. Then he let the towel drop to his shoulders. DJ fainted. Trent just about barfed. Gwen's eye twitched. Tyler's legs got jiggly and fell on his broken wrist. Geoff laughed. Bridgette just stared. Because Duncan had washed all the green dye out of his hair.
Kari: Ok, so sorry I haven't updated in like, forever, but I really needed to update! So sorry it's short! Also, sorry I made Duncan lose his hair color and mohawk. I thought it would be funny and or cool. Basically, he has long hair that goes down to his eyes now. So um... yeah. I'll probably make him lose his unibrow later, but that should be fine since that is just creepy. X3
Owen: Heh heh, shorts.