A/N: Happy Duncney Week! 3 My plan was to get this up by the end of this week. And I have succeeded :) I honestly didn't think I would get it done in time.

Disclaimer: Do you really think a 15 year old could own this show? I think not.

The drunk mind speaks the sober heart.

Duncan Pov:

Courtney and I followed Bridgette out of the club and on to the streets of Toronto. Bridgette was still fuming because of Courtney's decision to take me home with her.

Princess swatted messily at my arm that was still latched around her waist. "Dunkie I can walk all by myself," she huffed with her nose in the air. Within seconds, the nearly fell into the street. She would have if I hadn't grabbed her wrist before she could harm herself.

"I can walk by myself my ass," I mumbled. I snaked my arm around her waist and clamped my hand against her hip and pulled her next to mine. Princess dropped her dark onyx eyes to my hand.

"Dunkie likeeeees me," she teased with the biggest smile spread across her face. She wrapped her small arms around my torso and snuggled against me while we walked down Yonge Street. Hopefully, Malibu had a car parked somewhere because I don't think Princess can walk much farther.

"Hey Blondie," I called after her. "You gonna drive?"

"Uh, yeah. I parked a block from the club," She answered. The blonde pulled out her keys as she walked up to a sea blue looking Prius. I chuckled to myself.

"Problem?" she asked impatiently.

"I find it funny that you would be so predictable." I could tell Malibu wasn't too fond of me. Whether it was from the piercings and hair, or from being a bit too close to her best friend; I wasn't sure.

The car ride was scarily quiet. Not even music playing. When we arrived at the University of Toronto campus, Bridgette spoke up.

"Duncan…" She trailed off. "Take care of her, okay. I don't care if you have feelings for Courtney or not, just please don't hurt her. She's been through a lot already." She paused. "Plus, if you do hurt her, I will come find you." She flashed a smug smile in my direction as I helped Princess out of the car. I held on to her hand as she got up.

She groaned and clutched her stomach. This is never a good sign. Courtney pulled her hand from mine and ran to a bush outside of the dorms to upchuck what was, by my guess, her past ten drinks. As luck would have it, she tripped over the bush.

"You okay, Princess?" I rushed to the bush and grabbed her hand to help her up. Maybe a little too quickly. Courtney threw up again- all over me.

Princess put a hand over her mouth and murmured, "Oh my god I am so sorry," into her palm. Her onyx eyes started to sparkle with tears.

Shit. I can't stand it when girls cry.

"It's okay, Babe," I whispered sincerely into her silky brown hair. "Come on. Let's go get you cleaned up." I got a smile out of her. Princess wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and then took mine with hers. She smiled at me again as we walked into her dorm building.

Bridgette looked us up and down and shook her head. "I don't even want to know…"

Princess led me to what I assumed was her half of the small dorm room.

Before I could get some clothes for Princess to change into, Bridgette stomped over. "Oh, no you don't," she huffed. "I think it would be better if I picked out Courtney's clothes for the night. How do I know you won't do anything to her?" she glared skeptically. I rolled my eyes at the blonde.

"It's not like I am a rapist or anything. Damn Blondie." I smirked. "Besides, if I wanted to sleep with her, I could get it while she was sober."

Bridgette picked out a black university hoodie and some pajama shorts. It's the middle of October. I don't understand the shorts; it's like Antarctica outside. (A/N: Or Michigan.)

Princess took the pile of clothing and skipped to the bathroom. I chuckled to myself. That girl really is something.

I slipped my shirt off and sat on her bed. The blanket was plush purple, and surprisingly soft. On her bedside table, there was a picture of an about ten year old Princess feeding some giraffes. She had the biggest smile plastered across her face.

I felt weight shifting on the other side of the queen size bed as Princess plopped down.

"Have a thing for giraffes?" I asked with a smile; putting down the frame.

She grinned. "Yeah. I have loved them ever since I was a kid. The picture is from when I went down to Detroit. The zoo there had giraffes and turtles. It was awesome."

She climbed under the covers and motioned for me to join her. She must still be a little drunk. Malibu was already half asleep from the looks of it. So, I took the spot next to Princess, and turned off the lamp that was on my side of the bed.

"Goodnight Princess," I murmured as I kissed her forehead.

"Night Dunkie," she smiled sweetly.

Wow. I've only known this girl for a few hours, and I am already turning into a softie.