The Plan and the Kids

"Hey, I just got the best plan EVER!" Bridgette said as she ran over to Duncan who was now in the kitchen digging through her fridge. He didn't believe in 'best _ ever!' 's. He just thought people were exaggerating and expressing their opinion no one wanted to hear. But it was Bridgette. All her plans either sucked or failed.

"Oh no..." Duncan said, annoyed. He was already hating her idea, even if she didn't say it yet. He closed the fridge holding a Dr Pepper and walked into her bedroom, hoping she wouldn't follow him. But she did. All Duncan did was sigh.

"Why don't we just take them to dinner with us? I don't want to have sat there for three solid hours putting up with Leshawna and Heather, and I don't want you to have wasted forty whole dollars on a date we weren't even going to go on. Plus I kinda like the dress Lindsay lent me...give me a second and I'll show you why." Bridgette went on, ignoring the fact that Duncan didn't like the idea. But he just sighed again.

Fifteen minutes later Bridgette came downstairs adjusting a spaghetti-strapped sleeve on her sky blue dress, which even Duncan had to admit looked gorgeous on her. Her blonde hair had been clipped slightly back but the rest cascaded against her tanned shoulders and down her back.

Bridgette was embarrassed to admit it, but she had on more makeup than she cared to say. Duncan seemed to be oblivious to it though.

"You look...woah." he said, causing Bridgette's cheeks to turn a slightly pink color, and causing her to trip on her heels and fall down the last four steps clumsily.

"Mr. Sweatpants." she teased once she'd pulled herself together and gotton up. She dusted off the ends of her dress as the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Duncan said, and opened the door to see a brunette woman with two redheaded children standing on either side of her. One was a girl, the other a boy.

"Um...may I ask where Bridgette is? The mother (he presumed it was their mother) asked.

"RIGHT HERE!" Bridgette yelled as she raced down the hallway, and the woman and her kids started to stare. The young boy (who reminded Duncan of a less-nerdy Harold) let his jaw drop. His sister slapped him.

"Should I find another job for tonight?" the mother asked. Duncan noticed she had a British accent.

"No, it's totally okay." Bridgette said at the same time as Duncan's "Please do."

The blonde shot him an evil glare and continued to discuss necessities with the mother. Duncan's eyes widened. Bridgette wanted to take these little brats along on their date? I'll get her for this... he thought. She's my date, bud, back off. Duncan thought as the young boy still continued to gape at Bridgette, causing an even darker color to come to her already pink cheeks. Bridgette felt like a completely different person tonight, and to be honest she kind of liked it. Duncan put a hand on her bare shoulder and suddenly she started to feel...strangely happy.

The woman gave them an odd glare as the color of Bridgette's lip gloss became lighter than her cheeks. "If you have a date then we'd be happy to...you know..." she said

"It's fine, it's not even a real date, well, I mean, it kind of is but the truth is that is was really only a truth or dare thing and then my not-so-friend dared me to do this so...yeah." Bridgette said, scarce of breath by the end of her sentence.

Duncan hid a small smile. Bridgette on the other hand was smiling like an idiot. And she knew it. She carefully removed the hand from her shoulder and held it in her own. The wide-eyed twins stood in front of them, watching their mother drive away.

Duncan was however looking at the hand that was gripping his own. If it was Gwen it would have been normal, but since it was Bridgette, whom he considered kind of like a sister, it almost caused him to let go.

Almost...

How sweet! Okay, so I wrote like the first paragraph and the rest was from my great friends tdibridgettefan and courtneyfromtotaldrama. You guys are awesome for coming up with such an awesome chapter! See ya next chapter! :P