The inspiration for this chapter comes from ATB. And no, Duncan is not entirely modeled off of you.

Well maybe this New Duncan is. :)

Twelve years! Twelve fucking years I've been away from this school. It seems unreal that twelve years ago I ruled these halls with an iron fist and everyone, even the teachers obeyed me. Wow can life change in such a short time.

Well it seems like a short time to me…

After I left Princess, sitting on her couch with that adorably but heart wrenching sad face, I wasted no time running away. I ran to my house, grabbed my backpack and cash and was on the next bus to LA.

LA was interesting, and fucking hard to live in. I was homeless for a few weeks while I hunted for a job but I sorta liked it. I talked to a lot of people and learned a lot of things school could never teach me. I almost got caught up in drugs again but I stopped myself, or rather Princess stopped me.

It was weird; it felt like that day when I didn't want to have sex with Gwen because it felt wrong, and whenever I saw a rolled up piece of weed or a bottle of beer or vodka, this queasy feeling would form in the pit of my stomach. I wanted to hurl if I even got a whiff of the shit.

So I was a good boy, if you can even call me that with a straight face. I eventually got a job and stayed around LA for about five years. Then decided to take a road trip up north to clear my mind for awhile.

I didn't have any destination or planned place to go, I just planned on driving till my car broke down, which it did, in San Francisco. I didn't care.

It turned out that my battery was dead and I either had to buy a new one or get someone to hook up some wires and charge my car with a little energy to get my car stared again. I knew no one in their right mind would help me so I just started walking along the freeway looking for a car shop. I thought about towing the car, but I didn't have enough cash for the tow and a new battery so I walked.

I should have hitchhiked here. I liked walking around the city and the bay; I got lost in the city and slept in some park. Inn the morning I forgot what I was looking for until I felt my keys in my pocket.

As I sat on the bench and scratched the fuzz on my chin, I looked around and guessed it was a little before noon and my keys and threw them behind me. I heard a very loud and low "OW!"

One thought: Shit.

"Who the hell are you to throw your keys around like you own the park? You could have seriously hurt me, or poked my eye out or given me serious brain damage! Why am I even talking to you? You must be a homeless druggie with no ambition in life!"

One more thought: You are dead Elvis.

Who the fuck is he to tell me I'm a druggie when I haven't touched that shit in years! I may be a hobo with no ambition but I'm certainly not a druggie. And I don't know why but being accused of being a druggie pissed me off more than anything else in the world could.

As I turned around to cuss him out, someone beat me to the punch.

"Trent! He threw the keys behind him, so of course he didn't see you, he didn't know you were behind him so give him break. And how do you know he's a homeless druggie? He could have just pissed off his parents or girlfriends and got kicked out and didn't have a place to go? And since when does someone get brain damage from getting keys thrown on their head?"

Last thought: Fuck.

There was Courtney, My Princess, standing there with her hands on her hips, her hair flowing down to her shoulders and glaring at the guy who yelled at me… There she was defending me… I must have taken something last night because this must be something I'm hallucinating.

But no I'm not hallucinating. She is really there.

"Courtney! You are too nice. This is why I tell you that you're going to get hurt one day from trusting people who don't deserve your trust. Remember what happened with Russell? You cried for weeks after he left! And you didn't even trust him then. And Now you want to defend this random guy who is probably a druggie when he just threw his keys over his head with no regard to anyone who might be behind him," yea that was definitely Elvis talking.

This entire conversation was going on with my back to them I kept thinking that they might recognize me but of course they didn't. I didn't have my Mohawk anymore, just black hair with normal spikes.

But one thing inflated my heart, she had cried, for me. She had missed me… She had missed me, the guy who tried to make her life hell. Yea, I was definitely hallucinating.

"Leave Duncan out of this! Trent, leave him alone, he obviously doesn't want us around because he hasn't even turned around. He probably wants to be alone so come on, before we're late to class. Mr. Bay would kill us if his best students were late to class."

"Kill us? He might kill me for making you late then resurrect me to kill me again for ruining your prefect attendance record at Berkeley. You could fail all his tests and he would still find some way to blame me because we all know, genius Courtney is incapable of doing anything wrong."

Their voices faded away, only then did I turn around to see them walking down the hill to a car and drive away.

She called me Duncan. She defended me. She called me Duncan. After all this time of remembering her, she finally called me Duncan on her own. She called me Duncan the day my family came but I didn't believe she did, I thought I was hearing her wrong.

But I didn't. She called me Duncan twice. I could die happy right now. Now that I finally found her again, I didn't want to lose her. I wanted to find her and keep her with me forever.

I pulled my head out of my memories and heard that lame graduation music called Pomp and something. I guess it was time to sit down, clap for my little sister, and be a good big brother for once.

Now where the hell is my wife at?

As I sit in the top most bleachers, looking out over the school field and campus, memories flood my brain as I wait for my little brother to cross the stage that I crossed just twelve long years ago.

The school had fallen to the nerds after Duncan left. Anyone who didn't have a GPA of at least a 3.0 was considered a loser at that school, it was so close to becoming a private school but none of the parents wanted to pay the tuition.

The school had died down a bit from nerd mania according to my brother but it still keeps academics as its first priority and smart kids always tend to be a bit more popular than less intelligent kids.

I was glad I had helped contribute to a safe haven for nerds and geeks alike, a place where they could learn and not have to worry about being beat up or ridiculed.

Most of the credit must go to Noah, even though most people thought I did it all. Noah and nerd spy team had been able to dig up enough solid evidence to kick every bad kid out of the school, and fire every teacher who had favored the delinquents.

It was harsh, I won't deny that, but it worked. All the kids who were left actually cared about graduating and feared that the Nerd Army would kick them out if they didn't show they would conform to Nerd rule.

And who ruled the Nerds? Yours truly of course. Noah had made it that everything went by me, how many new textbooks would be ordered, where the money for the school would be spent, the punishments for delinquents, even though we didn't have anymore. I did more for the school than the principle, and that was a little sad in my opinion.

Trent had tried to ask me out after Duncan left but I said no. I didn't like Trent the way he liked me so he gave up and moved on to another broken soul.

Trent asked out Gwen to Prom. At first it was only out of pity but as the night wore on, Gwen fell for Trent and he fell for her.

How? I have no idea. But I'm glad they found happiness in each other.

They are still together because while Trent goes to Berkeley with Noah and me, Gwen goes to an art school not far from our school so Trent rents an apartment with her. They are very happy and are committed to each other because Trent gave Gwen a promise ring.

It was soooo cute.

After Duncan left me, I cried, a lot. I only cried in front of Trent, or Noah, or Heather but never in front of Ayden or my parents who finally came home before graduation to see their perfect little girl cross the stage as Class President and Valedictorian. Sometimes I wish I failed high school, so I could get disowned.

It isn't that I hate my parents, I love them. But I hate how I have to be prefect for them; I hate how much work I do for them to make them proud. Why can't I just make myself proud? I know why. Because I could never bare my parents disappointment, that's why.

That was one of the main reasons I never did have the guts to date Duncan I guess. I was too controlled by my parents, I had to learn to be on my own, without their money or help. I will always love them to death because even if they aren't around very much.

Well now, I don't have to worry about them butting into my life. I never really got over Duncan since I never dated anyone after he left. I went on a couple dates here or there but no second dates.

I didn't care. I felt like I was betraying Duncan if I got a boyfriend. Which doesn't even make sense since we weren't even together but that is just what I felt.

Anyways, I graduated Berkeley, top of the class. But my parents didn't notice that since they were pissed off at me. That was the happiest day of my life and it was all because of a simple little ring.

"Mommy!"

"Yes sweetie?" I asked my daughter.

"The thing is starting! Where's Daddy?" she looked so cute as she pointed to Ayden's class marching across the field to the stage.

I chuckled a bit as I said, "He'll be here soon enough. Look there he is running up the stairs"

"DADDY!"

The little girl of about four years ran down the stairs to leap in the arms of her smiling father. Her father was white with black hair cut short, a blue T-shirt and black jeans. He picked his daughter up and gave her a piggy back ride all the way up to the top seats.

"Why the f-, I mean, why are we sitting all the way up here?"

"Because someone took forever getting ready and made us late so these were the only seats, unless you wanted me to pick the seats next to Noah and his family."

The father paled at the mention of that name and shook his head.

"I still can't believe he married that slu- girl"

"Heather became nice after fashion school and won him over. Leave her alone."

"Why didn't Elvis and his vampire wife come?"

"Because she gave birth just yesterday, remember? That's why I told you to drop me off to the hospital? You watched football during their baby shower."

"Oh yea…"

"Shush Duncan! Ayden is making his speech!"

"Great… OW Court!"

The wife had hit him in the head for his lack of enthusiasm.

The celebration led on until finally one teenage girl, she was about 5'3" with shoulder length black hair that had purple streaks running throughout it. She tore off her graduation gown to reveal her ripped skinny jeans and a black F U shirt.

She grabbed the microphone from the principle to yell, "FUCK SCHOOL! I'm done with this hell hole bastards! Because I'm going out with the nerdiest nerd to step foot in this school, other than his own sister, and I'm PROUD to be his girlfriend!"

She ran off stage, grabbed the Class President's hand, and pulled him back up on stage only to make out with him.

That teenager was Alexis Russell. She had been shy of letting her and Ayden's relationship out in the open when Ayden was perfectly comfortable letting his feelings show. But he had been hurt when one of his friends had asked him of he was going out with Lexi and she replied no.

He had been heartbroken enough to break up with her. But she realized her mistake, and her apology was what you just witnessed.

Aren't the Russells so romantic?

The father, who happened to be the teenager's older brother, was of course laughing his head off while screaming, "GO LEXI!"

His wife couldn't help but join along with his laughter since she was the older sister of the Class President and knew this little make out session would not bode well with their parents. That made the day even sweeter.

So that was how the ceremony ended.

The teenager and her boyfriend went north to San Francisco so her boyfriend could study law like his sister and she could intern at a tattoo shop.

Years later, she would own her own tattoo shop in LA, her first customer was her boyfriend, but at that time, he was her fiancé. They lived long happy lives with plenty of children. But it was a very strange family. Since the couple were technically sibling-in-laws. But they didn't care.

The same could be said for their older siblings since they loved very happily with their three children. They thought it was weird that their little siblings were getting married but they were happy for the couple all the same.

The older couple owned a bar that was conveniently located next to the tattoo shop.

This is the end of the story of how two obedient lawyers lived happily ever after with a bar tender and a tattoo artist.

If you're wondering how Duncan was able to get Courtney back, it was simple really. He walked to her college and just waited right outside the school entrance.

For 3 months, everyday.

He would wait for her to come outside and would tell her hi and ask her out.

Until she finally decided to tell him hi, accept his invitation for dinner.

About two years later when she was about to graduate, he proposed. A year later, came their first child.

And now we face the future, their future to see that even if two very different people cannot put aside their difference when they are immature teenagers, does not mean they cannot still be together after they mature and solve their own inner problems.

After all, you really know if he or she is the one when he or she keeps trying and trying to get you even when you tell him or her no ten million times. Because if the person really loves you, then he or she doesn't mind waiting and will keep on trying.

Fin. Is it too fluffy?