AN: Prepare for some BxG fluff and a TxG meeting this chapter~ And a lot of break lines. :P
Geoff's POV
The weekend was finally here! Which, of course, meant it was time for me and Duncan's normal Friday get-together that consisted of pizza, sugar, and enough video games to make our heads explode. It was always an excellent way to spend the first day of the weekend. D was already waiting for me outside, by the time I pulled up to his house, three bags of assorted chocolates, candies, pop, and chips, in hand.
"Come on, they're showing Summer Camp Rein Of Terror Four!" He shouted excitedly, before disappearing back in his house, and leaving me to awkwardly juggle my bags of goodies, while still rushing through the door.
After everything was set down and put in it's respective places, we sat down on the couch. "So, Dude, where are your folks out? Usually your Mom comes in and tells you to get your feet off the table the second you put them there." I said, eyeing his sock covered feet. I swore, his Mom had the hearing of a bat. It was amazing, and a little unnerving.
"Eh, Ma and Pa are working late tonight." He answered, mouth already full of chips.
I focused on the movie after that, but seeing the blond girl on the screen getting hacked to bits by a chainsaw, reminded me of a different blond girl, and a certain conversation we'd had only two days earlier...
"Geoff! It's great to see you." Bridge had exclaimed happily, giving such a wide smile, I felt my heart speed up and my palms being to sweat.
I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't make any sound come out. She was just so darn cute, my brain stopped working.
However, a quick elbow to my ribs by Duncan, help the words pop out of my mouth a little easier. "Yeah, you too, Bridge."
Bro mouthed me a quick, 'Good Luck' before stalking off, leaving just the two of us.
"You're looking a lot better today." She started, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Oh my god, so cute... "I'm glad. I was worried."
My heart leaped up into my throat again. She was worried about me? "I-I..." I stuttered, face flushing, as the words began spewing out. "I was worried about you, too! I mean you're so clumsy, you could of fallen down a set of stairs, and broken something!"
However, instead of smiling lightly like I'd expected, she gave me a narrowed eyed look, lower lip jutting out into a pout. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you're always tripping and bumping into people, you could get hurt-" The look she was giving me told me I was only digging my grave that much deeper. So, hastily, I added a swift; "A-And I don't want that to happen!"
"Well, I'd hate to trip and bump into you, so I better go." She spat angrily, before brushing past me, leaving me to gape in silent horror. What the heck had I just done?
"Bridgette, wait!" I shouted, hurrying to chase after her.
She didn't pause in her quick paced walk. "I don't want to talk to you, Geoff!"
That stung a little. "Bridge, wait, please! Look, I'm sorry! I'm not good at this kind of stuff!" I called after her, desperately.
Much to my relief, she stopped, and turned around to face me. "At what stuff? Making me mad?" She asked bitterly, honestly offended by my thoughtless comment.
"No, at talking to you in general. I mean, yeah, you're clumsy, but you're also so down-to-earth, and you're just so hot, and stuff... My words get twisted and my heart starts beating all fast, whenever I try to talk to you..." I mumbled, closing the distance between us with each word, till I stood directly in front of her. "You're cool, and I really didn't mean what I said."
Then, something that only seemed to happen in my dreams, happened.
She kissed me.
I swear, now, a whole day later, my lips were still tingling.
I'd been planning to tell Duncan, however, after seeing the girl he clearly had the hots for, and some random model dude at the movie theater, I'd decided against it. For the moment, at least.
"So, you and Bridgette, huh?" Duncan mused suddenly, causing me to look at him in shock. "Gwen told me. Apparently Bridgette told her, and yadda yadda. Yeah, thanks for filling me in, Dude."
I cringed. "Sorry, Man. Just with all that drama that's been happening with your own girl..." I trailed off, and he shrugged, shooting me a smile, now.
"S'alright, Bro." He seemed to say it a little too quickly, as if he didn't want to be reminded of said girl. However, his smile stretched wider. "Can't believe she kissed you, though. I can see who's gonna start wearing the pants in this relationship."
I scoffed, and playfully threw a chip at his head.
Duncan's POV
Two days after coming to terms with the fact I was willing to fight for Courtney, and my make-up with Gwen, I hadn't seen hide nor hair of the girl I was supposedly fighting for. As usual.
I mean, I hadn't really expected to, considering how far we lived from each other, and we went to such different schools.
I smirked to myself, wondering if Ma would pay to get me into that stuck-up private school if I said it was for a girl. She hadn't been too fond of the girls I'd dated over the years, -Gwen being the rare exception, of course- so dating a priss like Courtney would please her and my Father both, actually.
Although, being in a school with a bunch of rich kids would most likely drive me batshit crazy, and I'd get kicked out for wailing on some dude before I even got the chance to talk to Courtney.
Which meant one thing...
"Geoff, we gotta get Princess kicked out of her school, and transferred into ours." I announced, and the boy looked at me in confusion, face covered in smears of chocolate.
"I...what?"
Gwen's POV
I couldn't believe I was being forced to work on a Friday evening. It just didn't seem right. Sighing, I drummed my fingers against the counter, examining all the instruments in the music store.
Mom had to pull a lot of strings to get me a job this high paying, for how little I actually had to do. However, it was still as boring as it could get. Plus, the country music they played twenty-four seven kinda made me wanna blow my brains out. Or, a little less dramatically, smack my head repeatedly against a wall.
Suddenly, I heard the door pull open, and put on a fake, chipper smile, as a boy walked through. I recognized him from Biology class, with his guitar case seeming permanently strapped to his back. He even brought it to school.
"Hey there, Gwen." He said cheerily, upon noticing me behind the counter.
My smile became just a little less fake. "Hey, Trent."
"Wow, never thought I'd see you working in a place like this." He commented, eyeing the bright yellow walls and pictures of flowers that covered the walls, as well as all the CD stands and instruments.
"Yeah, well, it pays good." I tried to keep an indifferent tone. "So, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Actually, yeah." He listed off a name of a CD he was looking for, and I typed into the computer.
"Oh, it should be right over there." As I pointed in the left direction, I accidentally bumped into the plastic container full of guitar picks, dumping them all over the floor, at the boy's feet. "Crap!"
I promptly moved to the other side of the counter, leaning down swiftly to begin scooping up the pieces of brightly colored plastic, when Trent leaned down at the same time, and we ended up banging heads.
Oh god. This was turning into some kind of cheesy chick flick!
Once the guitar picks had been cleaned up, our heads stopped hurting, and Trent purchased his CD, he informed me he actually applied to work here the other day. He was still waiting for a call back.
"I think you'd be more equipped to work here then I am." I admitted, though it was the complete truth.
He gave me another easy grin. "I'd much rather work here with you, then instead of you. Well, later." With that, he left, and I couldn't keep myself from smiling.
Just like a cheesy chick flick, alright.
Duncan's POV
"How do you expect to pull of something like that, Bra?" Geoff asked me, incredulous.
"Well, we've got two options. Get her expelled, or get her Mom to simply transfer her to our school. I say the latter would be easiest, but..." I trailed off, pursing my lips. We'd never get such a rich business woman to listen to two teenage boys about transferring her daughter to a public school, unless...
"Dude, I got it!" I grinned happily, and my bro gave me a thumbs up.
"Whatever it is, I guess I'm in, Man."
It didn't take me very long to find out who Courtney's Mom was. She was apparently some top notch lawyer who was currently working in a building just outside of town, about twenty-five minutes away. Geoffy and I would need to catch her on her day off, because for our plan to work, we couldn't just casually walk into her office when we had no real reason for coming.
I bet a geek would be able to hack into their files and find out what days she had off.
So it looked like I was going to need a geek.
"So, can you do it?" I asked impatiently, as the red-head before me scrunched up his freckled face in distaste. Locating Harold had been just as easy as finding out who Princess' Ma was. Getting him over here to Geoff's house had been a little harder, but it was nothing the two of us couldn't handle.
"Yes. But it's going to cost you."
I glared at him, and he shrunk down in his seat. "O-Or not..."
I smirked as he got to work, and I looked at Geoff, who was busy texting away on his phone. Snatching the cell away from him, and ignoring his pleas for me to give it back, I scanned the message.
"Ugh, schmoopy-schmoo? Geoff, you guys have been going out for...what? Three days?" I grimaced, tossing the item back to him, thoroughly repulsed. Calling Courtney Princess was one thing. Geoff calling Bridgette his schmoopy-schmoo was a whole 'nother thing.
"I'm in!" Harold shouted, and both Geoff and I leaned over the dweeb to look at the screen.
"Okay, so, she has Saturday and Thursdays off. Sweet, this plan has been set in motion." I smirked, fist pumping Geoff.
And hopefully, by Monday, Courtney will be on my territory.
AN: I really wish I could use dashes instead of those break lines. They made everything look so much nicer. Oh, and don't get too hyped, Duncan's plan isn't anything extraordinary. Review~