Disclaimer: I do not own any Ducks, just original characters.

A/N: I'm so glad the next few chapters are already written up, and I just have them lined up to update. I don't know how it happened, but I have a bunch of stories to work on, hah. What a challenge. All right, some of your readers may not like this chapter, because it's kinda sad, but I really like the end part. Oh, and of course, I must add this: Readers, please review to tell me what you think! It is highly appreciated and highly motivational. It's a longer chapter to make up for the short ones I've been giving you guys.

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"Are you sure your nose is okay, Portman?" Parker asked, as she turned on the lights in her apartment.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Parker looked at him as he rolled his eyes, as if his mother was asking him repeatedly, "I promise."

"Okay." Parker threw her keys on the couch, "I'm just gonna take a minute."

Parker walked into her room to grab a bag of clothes to bring for the weekend with Jess's family. She turned in circles trying to find her gym bag, and tilted her head at the different handwriting on her wall. She kneeled down, and stared at it.

"That's a minute," Parker turned to see Portman appear at the doorway. Parker's eyes were wide with surprise, "What happened?"

"Guy wrote on my wall." She turned to face it.

"He wrote on your wall?!" Portman yelled, "Why would he do that?"

"No, Portman, it's fine. Come here, come read it." Parker pointed and Portman kneeled down to read it.

Portman shook Parker's shoulder and grinned, "He's such a cute boyfriend."

Parker laughed at first, and then she looked confused. "He's not my boyfriend."

"Really?" Portman shrugged, "Well, he should be."

They sat in silence for a little, staring at Guy's handwriting.

"No. He shouldn't be."

Portman turned to Parker and sat down, "What?"

Parker smiled to herself, "He's this really great guy. He should have this really great girl, not a girl with issues, and baggage. He's doesn't deserve that. We're better as friends anyway."

"He wants you though, not some other girl."

"He's just not sure."

"Parker."

"Portman." She looked just as stern as he did.

"I really don't think you should pull away right now. He really does want to be with you. Everyone can see that you guys are supposed to be going out. You guys have only known each other for two weeks, and you guys look married sometimes. You have the same sad look, the same five year old excitement, the same-"

"It's too much work. He knows that. Trust me, it's gonna be too much. He's doesn't deserve too much. Look at this, look how cute that is." Parker touched the part he wrote on, "Just don't tell him."

"Don't tell him you're bolting away from this?"

"Yeah, don't tell him." Parker's eyes begged, "Please."

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Parker sat on the couch next to Guy and smiled, "Hey kid."

Guy looked skeptical, "I did something bad? Or very good?"

"Something good," Parker shrugged her right shoulder and still smiled, "Something cute, you can say."

Guy grinned, eyes barely open and everything, "You found my lyrics."

Parker raised an eyebrow, "We don't even need to finish sentences anymore."

"Yeah well, when mind reading is involved." Parker nodded in agreement, "Did you like it?"

"Mhm."

"Are you going to hug me?"

"Mhm."

"Okay!" Guy eagerly jumped up and wrapped his arms around Parker.

"All right," Parker pulled herself away from his hug, "I got to pack. I'll see you tomorrow morning, sir."

Guy sat there, confused. "Hey. Hey."

"Yeah?" Parker turned around.

"Uh, are you forgetting nightly talk?" Guy was expecting her to say, 'oh yeah, silly me.'

"The Ducks are here, you should spend your night talking to them."

Guy stood up, jaw slightly dropped, "Are you serious?"

He walked over to her, and she took a step away, clearly indicating something was wrong. "Yeah, I mean, they're only here for a weekend. We have all the time we want to talk."

Guy watched her body keep a distance away from him. "Parker, what's wrong? Did the lyrics freak you out?"

Parker shook her head, "I just want you to spend time with them. We'll talk tomorrow night."

Guy scoffed and shook his head, "It freaked you out. It wasn't supposed to. It doesn't have to be an 'us' thing, It can be a friend thing."

"It didn't freak me out," Parker looked at the ground; a clear sign of lying. "It's no big deal, Guy. We'll just talk tomorrow."

"Okay," Guy whispered and pulled her over, "Come here." He kissed her forehead. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Parker looked up at him, and walked away.