Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Ducks, but I do own the original characters though.

I don't own the song lyrics either. Coldplay owns it, and whoever helped them write and produce the song. The song is titled, 'Fix You'.

A/N:

Annapolis: aw, your friends read it? Very niice. That's awesome. You should tell them to review to tell me what they think about it.

Thanks for the reviews. Here goes the next chapter, and I hope you guys like it. Readers, I am totally redundant about this, but tell me what you think about the story. It really does help my motivation and inspires me to keep writing, and updating. All right, on to the chapter.

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"What do you wear when you go clubbing?" Guy was kneeling in front of his suitcase staring at his clothes.

Cooper turned around to see Guy's perplexed expression and said, "Whatever you want Guy. Just wear clothes, clothes are good. At clubs, boys wear clothes, and girls hardly wear any."

"What are you gonna wear?" Guy asked, turning around to look at Cooper.

"Baggy jeans and a big ass white tee, you wanna match?" Cooper joked and kneeled down next to Guy, who pouted. "Here, jeans and a black polo."

Guy agreed, took the clothes, and walked to the doorway, until he saw Parker in a black wife-beater, a light denim skirt, and low top converses.

"Aw, see! Now you guys match," Cooper pointed out as Guy blushed and walked to the bathroom.

Parker jumped on the bed, "How are you, pretty girl?'

Cooper shrugged, "I'm not bleeding or anything," Cooper used a line from the loveable, sarcastic, Jess Mariano of Gilmore Girls.

"That's always a good sign."

"It is. How about you?" Cooper was applying her eye makeup, "You don't have to tell me about Guy because the world knows you guys are good."

"I'm good," Parker sounded unsure. "But you know how things can be great. Then, right after this streak of great time, happiness, and joy all around, there's something unthinkable and horrible that comes along that kills it."

"Yeah, that pessimistic philosophy," Cooper muttered.

"Well, it's a scary thought."

Cooper thought to herself, and described a scene from One Tree Hill, quoting a line from the show, "Peyton Sawyer turns to her beloved Jake, with tears glistening in her eyes, and says, every song ends, but is that any reason not to enjoy the music?" She looked at Parker through the mirror, as she was sitting on the bed. "Enjoy the music Hales."

"Do I look okay?" Guy stood at the door, looking nervous, and insecure.

Parker smirked at Cooper and Cooper smiled at Guy, "You look pretty, prettier than a girl."

Guy pouted again, "Thank you."

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"You're kinda hot," Guy sat on the couch with Parker.

"That's a funny joke," Parker remarked as she rummaged through her purse, "Where the hell is my fake ID?"

Guy's facial expression was on censure, "You have a fake ID?"

Parker looked up innocently, "I'll get you drinks."

"It's a deal. Where is it?"

Parker dumped her purse onto the couch, "Probably in my sanctuary of an apartment."

"Let's go get it then," Guy got up, as Parker shoved everything back into the purse. Guy held his hand out with his other arm hidden behind his back, "My lady."

"You're corny." Parker shook her head and walked past Guy, who groaned.

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"Luis Mendoza," Parker pointed at Luis who grinned. "Are you ready to meet girls, barely wearing any clothes, in a sweaty, dark, and secluded area where music plays too loud to talk to anyone?" Luis's grin got wider, "Hell, yeah, you are!"

Guy grabbed his and Parker's jackets, "Hey, where you goin'?" Jess definitely sounded like a protective older brother.

"Just to the apartment. Oh, thanks," Parker said as Guy handed her the jacket.

"Watch her," Jess's face was stern as he talked to Guy. "It's getting late and crazy people are out."

"Yes sir," Guy replied.

"Jess," Parker buttoned up her jacket. "We live in New York City; there are crazy people all over the place, every time of the day. We'll meet you at the apartment or the club?"

"The apartment," Jess was looking at his polo, considering changing his shirt.

"Okay," Parker opened the door, "Bye, grandpa."

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"It's got to be here." Parker opened her shoe closest with purses stuffed towards the back; she sat down checking inside all of them.

Guy walked into her room, and stared at the wall of emo, looking at the lyrics. He sat down on the floor and found a stanza all the way on the bottom, near the floor.

When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste

Guy remembered every word of the song, because his little sister used to play it repeatedly for days at a time. He looked around for a marker, and added a part of the song.

But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

"Aha!" Parker exclaimed, "I got it!"

Guy scribbled the last three words, closed the marker, and ran out of the room.