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Ch-ch-ch-Chapter SEVEN!

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Oh wait.

Man, fuck this. It's just Chapter Seven of one of Cereal-Killa's stories.

Talk about some old bullshit.

Chapter Seven:

Poor Heather

Duncan walked through the forest with his iPod in his hands. In his search for trying to find Courtney, he had gotten bored, and looked for his nifty (yes, nifty) music device stashed in his pocket. He rolled his eyes as the only selection happened to be loud, noisy screaming and fifteen minute guitar riffs. Didn't he have any good taste in music? He was really going to have to make a new playlist… oh! Duncan's eyes lit up at the thought. Maybe he could make a playlist for his dear Chris… what kind of music did Chris like? Duncan would have to ask next time he and Chris 'hooked up', as Chris liked to call it. Duncan sighed. That seemed to be what everything was about…

He spotted Courtney leaning up against a tree, her breathing sharp and restricted as she let out a frustrated sigh. "Stupid idiots… making me spazz… ugh! I gotta… need to… Why am I so… Get ahold of yourself! God, I'm hungry…" She was mumbling to herself as she pressed the palms of her hands into her eyes, trying to get a grip on her thoughts. She was losing it, she had to be, because it wasn't making any sense in there…

"Hey!" She stumbled on her hind legs and fell back towards the tree, putting her full weight on it as she looked towards the voice. She let out a breath of relief as she saw Duncan standing before her, a playful smile gracing his features. "You're so funny, Courtney… Gosh, do I miss teasing you."

Her eyes widened as she stared at him, her heart skipping at the thought that the curse could possibly be over, she felt like she might cry again-

"I mean, a part of me does. He's in the back, always yelling at me, calling me a faggot and stuff, yelling about a Princess and he's always telling me to punch Harold… hmm… maybe something's wrong with me. I guess it's the old me getting all hot and bothered back there." Courtney automatically sighed in disappointment, but smiled at Duncan. No matter how much she missed the old Duncan, new Duncan was still such a nice guy, as well as a good friend…

"So are you okay?" He asked, eyes sincere.

Courtney shrugged, "As okay as I'll ever be… sorry about… spazzing out back there…" It was weird… she was sure this was the first time she had ever apologized to Duncan.

Duncan rolled his eyes, sitting down next to Courtney with an accepting smile. "Gosh, stop apologizing… it's so weird coming from you. Be angry or something." He flashed her a smirk, and Courtney couldn't help but smile back. There were little pieces of the old Duncan that were still there… no matter how small they were, she decided that it would be best to savor them.

She couldn't help but let out a small giggle, and he laughed as well. As their laughing stop though, Duncan got an odd look on his face, then he smiled happily. "What? What is it?" Courtney asked, but Duncan just kept smiling. Getting annoyed, Courtney scowled, punching his arm and letting out a scoff. "What the hell's wrong with you? Quit smiling like that!"

Duncan just grinned wider. He whispered, "You know how I told you about that little voice in the back of my head, the one who's always pissed about something or other?" Courtney nodded slowly, giving him a weirded-out-look- she was pretty sure his smile couldn't get bigger, but alas, she was wrong… "Well, he just told me to kiss you."

The brunette went red from her neck up and sucked in a sharp breath. "Yeah, and now he's yelling at me even louder… he's embarrassed that I told you. Gosh, old me is such a meanie."

Courtney just gave him a small smile, falling into conversation with Duncan as they headed back for camp, sneaking glances at him the whole way.

Old Duncan was gone. That was it, end of story. She was just going to have to accept it. If new Duncan was all she got, then so be it. The old Duncan was still in there… somewhere. And knowing that made her like this new version of him a little more. Somehow, knowing he wasn't completely diminished… left her with hope.

"Even as a nice gay guy, Duncan is still an asshole." Heather mumbled, filing her nails as Lindsay sat on the floor beside her bunk. "Now, are you sure you remember the plan Lindsay?"

"Yeah," Lindsay quipped, flipping through her magazine. "Yeah, heat the oven to 350 degrees and make sure to spray the pan…"

"Are you quoting a cookie recipe?"

"Yup, I'll make sure to do that…"

"Lindsay!"

Lindsay's blue eyes automatically caught Heather's after hearing her change in tone. "Oh, oh sorry boss! I'll be sure to make those brownies right on the double!"

"You're such an idiot! Now remember, the plan was…"

Chris fell on top of Duncan, letting out a low grunt as he pulled out and adjusted to his side of the bed. Duncan might be a minor, but damn, did he know how to use his hands… Duncan then tapped his shoulder, making Chris mumble in protest, but turn to face the teen anyway. "What do you want?" He whined tiredly.

Duncan blinked his eyes, looking thoughtfully at Chris. "The full moon is in less than two days." Chris's eyes went wide and Duncan nodded. "Yeah… so… you might want to make sure I'm somewhere beside you…" Chris nodded his head vigorously. He wasn't sure if he could let go of Duncan just yet… although he told himself it was only for the sex, he had become a bit territorial over Duncan… he actually watched him like a hawk, making sure no one else tried to steal him away… it was greedy, yeah, but since when did Chris care?

Chris chewed his lip in thought and shifted underneath the covers of the bed. "Sounds cool." Duncan let out a huge grin, and Chris sighed. God, was he annoying… but yet, he liked his lividness a bit. It made the sex so much better.

The teen hugged Chris from behind, "Gosh, Chris, you're so nice to me! I love you!"

But by then, Chris was already asleep. Duncan hadn't minded when Chris didn't respond to his claims of love at first, but by now, after them being together for almost a month… he would have preferred at least a little recognition. Instead of complaining though, he just held Chris's sleeping form closer to him, knowing this man held his heart. "It's okay… you don't have to say it back."

It wasn't okay… but Duncan wasn't able to complain. It wasn't like he had a choice in the matter, anyways.

A/N: Yup, so the story is more than halfway over… yeah, so, please review! :)