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Duncan

Aaawww, sweet, this was gonna be great. Courtney rid of those drags, us living together. Talk about sexy.

Princess dropped her stuff as soon as her parents slammed the door behind her and ran up to me, grabbing me in a tight hug. She started sobbing into my chest, and I stroked the side of her face.

"It's okay," I soothed, pulling her in closer. Why were her parents suck jerks? What, they think you can just plan out someone's life for them and expect them to do everything you wanted? That's sick and cruel. I hate them. I hate them so...frikkin...much.

She sniffed and pulled away, rubbing her nose and jumping in the passenger seat of the car.

I stared. Huh. "At least she's letting me drive," I muttered, picking up her things and throwing them in the back of my little red piece of crap. They barely fit, but eh.

I got into the driver's seat and looked at Princess. She had her knees pulled up to her chest, and was staring out the window.

"Um..." What was I supposed to say? Her parent's basically said they never wanted to see her again if she stayed with me. God, talk about awkward. I sighed, dragging her attention from the sky to me.

"Uuuh..." I still couldn't find my tongue. "I'm not worth it," I finally blurted out. "If you wanna go back, I'll just keep my space and stay away, okay?"

Stared at me in utter shock. Then I heard a slap, and my face was turned to the side, cheek burning. She gaped in horror as I rubbed my face, freaking freaked out that she would slap me for no reason.

"I'm so sorry," she said, eyes filling with tears.

I frowned at her, confused. "...Why-wh- ...Why'd you hit me?"

"I'm sorry!" she whined again, leaning over and hugging me. "I'm just so mad that–" She sucked in a sob. "That you'd even think I wanted them more than you."

"So, just to clarify," I said, "you love me more?"

She pulled back and nodded. "Uh-huh."

"Schweeet." I grabbed the small of her back and pulled her in for a kiss. She didn't wanna stop, though. Hey, let sleeping dogs lie, man. Or, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Whatever. I just like kissing her. Her lips were so soft and tasted like cherries. Mmm.

She sighed and pulled away. "We should probably get going."

I sat up straight in my chair and stare at the big circular driveway through the windshield. "God, how much money do your parents have?" The driveway was huge. Probably as long as a football field. Then at the end there was this circular part, which was where I was parked. (I had parked in the corner away from any windows or doors so I wouldn't be detected. Sneaky me.)

She sighed again. "A lot."

I shrugged. As I drove through a crappy part of town, she looked disgusted. She kept glancing at me, as if to say, You live here? I would just shake my head and continue on. House by house, the neighborhoods got nicer and nicer. Okay, where I live wasn't the greatest place, but it was better than the average apartment.

She was still sad, I could tell, about those stupid parents of hers. I wanted to make her feel better, but what could I say? Hey, I know your parents just kicked you out of their lives because they hate me, but, look on the bright side! At least you'll be livin' with a super-stud, gangster 8-incher like me! Oh, yeah, baby. You know what I'm talking about. God, I couldn't say that...yeesh. I'm such a pervert.

"Sooo," I started, scratching my goatee. "Um, how's, uh, Bridgette been? Have you talked to her lately?"

She thought for a second. "You know, I haven't. I've really been meaning to, but I keep forgetting. I think I should call her later. And, I'm going to call my sister Cayla and..."

I let her ramble on, just glad she wasn't thinking too much about her parents. I smiled to myself, and we turned onto my street. We passed a couple so-so apartments, then finally stopped in front of mine. It was definitely better than a lot out there.

"...was thinking that maybe we should get to–" Princess cut off abruptly, and stared at my building. "It's...adorable!" she squealed, pushing her door open and running up to the entrance.

I muttered something about her being lazy and grabbed her stuff from the back. I juggled it all as I walked up to her. She was still gazing up at the light fixture over the door as I tried to grab my card from my back pocket.

She looked at me then. "Want some help?"

I dropped her stuff. "Gee, thanks." She glared at me as I swiped my apartment card by the door, punching in 6 numbers. The door clicked and opened automatically, saying "Welcome."

Princess squealed again. "Oooh, fancy!"

I felt a little smug. I picked up her bags and followed Courtney through the door and to the elevator. "Which floor?" she asked, and I responded, "2."

We got to the second floor and she started running up to each door, asking if it was mine. I shook my head and laughed. "Jeez, Princess. You're acting like a little kid at Disney Land."

She mock-scowled at me, giggling. "I'm just excited."

I finally stopped in front of my door and slid my card. It clicked, and I shoved it open, dropping her bags by the kitchen.

She ran in and flicked on the lights, her jaw dropping. "Oh my god. It's like a freaking hotel! How did you afford this? It's so state-of-the-art!"

I shrugged out of my jacket and hung it on a hook by the door. "Yeah. Well I moved to this elec-a-tronic apartment 'cause people kept breaking into my old one and beating me up in my sleep."

She spun around and stared at me questioningly.

I shook my head. "You don't wanna know."

"I didn't think so. Oh, but this place is soo cute!"

I scoffed. This place is so not cute. But you know what is cute? Her ass. Ooohhhmygod, you do not know how much I just wanna take that thing and squeeze it! She bent over to pick up a magazine from my coffee table. My eyes widened in Ohmygodness when he skirt lifted up so you could just see–

"Soo...," I said, quickly averting my eyes from the hottie who was now living with me. I so did not deserve this. WHY DO YOU TORMENT ME SO?! "Uh, where you gonna sleep, bed or couch?"

"Bed." She smirked at me. "And no funny business."

"Damn."

Courtney

I glanced around Duncan's apartment, simply amazed at how he could afford all this. The fancy lighting, the bay windows, the tile floors, the actually nice, not crappy, furniture! As if my mouth had a mind of its own, I blurted, "How the heck can you afford all this?"

He shrugged, not meeting my eyes. He walked over to the fridge in the kitchen and took out a beer, popping the top.

"No, really. How?"

"Let's just say I've done some things I'm not particularly proud of."

I continued looking around, my eyes landing on door with multiple posters and KEEP OUT signs. "I'm guessing this is your room?" I asked, grabbing the knob.

"No, no, don't–" he said, but I pushed it open anyway. I gasped at the mess.

"Ew!" I picked up a dirty pair of boxers and wrinkled my nose. The walls were a dark blue, and the carpet was black. Not black like dirty, but black as in black crayon black.

He glanced around nervously at the stacks and mountains and piles of dirty clothes all over the room. Seriously, they were all over!

I spun around and stared at him. "If I'm going to be living here, this room needs to say clean, comprendo?"

He frowned and nodded. "'Kay."

Just then, his front door clicked and we heard it swing open, hitting the wall. Two guys were laughing and sounded to be drunk.

"Ohmygod," I whispered, grabbing Duncan's arm. "I thought you said people couldn't get into your place!"

Duncan rolled his eyes, groaning and closing the door, locking it. He shook his head and muttered something that sounded very pissed off.

"Who are those guys?" I asked. I tried to listen through the door. All I could hear was happy yelling and drunk sayings. Oh god. What if he has roommates? I cannot deal with that! They sound like total pigs. "Duncan! If those guys live here with you, I'm surely going to kill myself."

He shrugged one shoulder. "They don't live here." He randomly shoved things into the closet, occupying every empty space in the small area.

"Then who are they? Go out there and talk to them," I demanded, hands on my hips. "Do you know them?"

He rolled his eyes and sighed angrily. "Yes, Courtney. Jesus, I know 'em."

"Well, get them out!"

"I don't want to talk to them." He pouted as he grabbed the last pile of clothes and threw them in his little closet. Hmm. Too small for all my stuff. At least he has a dresser, too.

"If you're not going to, I am," I huffed, spinning and marching out the door.

"Wait!" he called after me, tripping on stuff as he ran through his hallway.

I got out to the living room and glared at the boys, and they stared back. They were staring from a couple of black barstools, beers in hand. "Who the hell are you guys?"

They exchanged weird looks and ogled me up and down. I rolled my eyes at them. "We could ask you the same thing, sweetie." said one of them.

"Yeah," the other piped in, taking a swig from his bottle of beer. "Where did you come from, gorgeous?"

Duncan grabbed my arm. "Hey, back off, assholes. She's mine."

The guys looked at each other again, surprised. "Way to go, dude!" They crowded around him and did some knuckle-touches and back-pats.

Duncan halfheartedly smiled. "You guys are only fun when you're drunk." They laughed at this, they're eyes sparkling.

I looked closer. Oh my god. Their eyes were the same color as Duncan's – icy blue. I frowned. One of them had jet-black, shaggy hair and a red button-down shirt. The other was slightly huskier and had lighter, shorter hair. Then something that I should've noticed earlier struck me. They looked pretty much the same. "You guys are twins," I said aloud.

They looked at me abruptly, smiling the same way as the other. "Yeah," they said together. Then the one with the longer hair said, "Thought you would've noticed that at first, Princess."

I rolled my eyes. "Ha ha, my TDI nickname. Very funny." I bumped my hip and stared at Duncan questioningly. "So, how do you guys know each other?"

The guys looked at their twin and laughed. Duncan just sighed. "Princess, these are my brothers, Kyle and Derik," he said sadly.

"Hi," his brothers said together.

"And I hate them." Duncan glared angrily at his siblings, nostrils flaring. "What...the hell...are you guys doing here? And where'd you get a card to my room?"

They shrugged in unison. "We know a guy." Gosh, the whole talking-at-the-same-time thing was ÜBER freaky.

"Why are you here?"

They shrugged again, Duncan's well-known smirk on each of their faces. "We dunno."

A/N:

Me: This is my favorite chapter so far!

Duncan: Are you KIDDING?! It SUCKS!

Me: [gasp] No it does not! What's so bad about it?

Duncan: It had my brothers in it! God, they're so freakin' annoying I just wanna-- [immitates grabbing their necks and ringing them]

Courtney: [laughs] Yeah, right. Even you're not tough enough to take down your own siblings.

Duncan: Are you kidding?! I so could if I wanted to! They're little pussies!

Kyle and Derik: OH YEAH?! [beats Duncan into a quivering puddle of goo]

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