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A/N: Yay, thank you all for the reviews! Keep 'em coming! Sorry about the late update... This chapter and the next one for "The Fake Engagement" have been leaving me stumped! Plus, I'm completely pre-occupied with other aspects of my life... I'll definitely have TFE posted soon, and hopefully the next chapter of this one soon. Thanks!

Duncan sighed, flipping through the channels on his TV. That night, it was dark and rainy outside. It was also another boring, lonely night at his house. He was used to not seeing his older brother too much, not after he went off to college. His younger brother was at some party. Duncan never questioned him before, and he wasn't about to start now. Both his parents were working late and wouldn't be back until early in the morning.

A knock at the door "interrupted" his channel surfing. He glanced at the clock, seeing it was a little after seven-thirty. He sighed, pushing himself off the couch and lazily walked over to the door. No one usually knocked on their door, unless it was the mailman or some authority figure, and that was almost always during the daytime. He glanced through the peephole and worriedly frowned. Courtney was standing outside the door, staring down. He unlocked the door and slowly opened it, a concerned look still on his face.

"Courtney?" he asked, stepping onto the front porch.

Courtney looked up, a sad look on her face. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his torso, burying her face into his chest.

He instantly wrapped his arms around her and felt how wet she was, probably due to the extreme downpour. He gave the top of her head a kiss before resting his head on top of hers. He remained silent, not sure what to say or ask.

"I'm sorry," she murmured. "I didn't mean to show up like this..."

"Don't apologize," he softly said. "I'm not doing anything, and no one else is here."

She took a deep breath in before letting it out. "Can we go in?"

"Of course," he said, letting go of her, but keeping a hand on her back, as they walked inside. He remembered how wet she was and said to her, "Let me get you a towel." He stepped into the bathroom that was right by the door and grabbed a towel from the closet before walking back over to Courtney, who seemed to be awkwardly standing there. He wrapped the towel around her and rubbed her arms and back, hoping to dry her off and warm her up.

"You sure you don't mind me here?" she asked as they sat down on his large couch.

"Babe, I could never get tired of seeing you," he said, resting the side of his head on the top of the couch.

She smiled softly, leaning back into the couch. She let out a sigh before saying, "I just needed someone to talk to..."

"Do your parents know you're here?" He hoped he didn't sound too blunt or too demanding. He knew they weren't his biggest fans, and he figured they probably wouldn't let her come out here this late at night.

She shook her head. "Nope."

He smirked. "Being rebellious now, are we?" he mischievously asked.

She let out a small laugh before telling him, "For your information, they're out of town. They left yesterday, and they'll be back either Monday or Tuesday."

"That's cool." He sat closer to her and asked, "So, what do you want to talk about?"

"Everything."

He shrugged. "Well, let's get crackin'."

"What college-level classes are you taking?" she asked, looking over at him.

He knew she was dodging a huge bullet, but wasn't going to pressure her into talking about anything. She would take her time. After all, she did say she wanted to talk about everything. "Calculus and World History," he said.

"How are you doing in Calculus?" she asked.

He chuckled. "Pretty good. Got an A average in there."

She looked at him, shocked. "Really?" she incredulously asked.

He smirked. "What? Surprised I'm doing so well?"

"A little," she honestly said.

He shrugged. "I've always been good at Math, for some reason. What about you? You taking Calculus?" When she nodded, he asked, "How are you doing?"

She sighed, looking down. "Not so good..." She shrugged and admitted, "I've never been that good at Math."

"Are you failing?"

She shook her head. "Oh, no. I can't fail any classes." She let out another sigh, picking at the ends of the towel. "I've got a C in there right now."

"Oh, that's not bad."

"It is if you're me!" she let out, feeling her eyes burn. Tears threatened to fall as she let out, "I have to get in A in there! If not, I'll lose so many scholarships, I won't get into a good college, not to mention my parents will be so disappointed..."

He watched her cover her face with her hands. He saw the tears slip underneath her hands on onto her jaw and neck. He was never the most comforting person. He always felt uncomfortable around those who cried. He wanted to make Courtney stop crying, he wanted her to feel better, but he wasn't sure how to do so. He reached over and started rubbing her arm. "Well, now that you know I'm doing well in my class, you can always come to me for help."

"My parents don't know I'm basically failing that class," she murmured, still covering her face.

"You're nowhere close to failing," he told her, shocked at how much grades really affected her.

"You don't understand," she murmured.

He sighed. He didn't want her storming out right after she got there. He was a bit surprised she made it out here, and would be incredibly worried if she decided to leave then. "Help me understand," he softly told her. "You're worried about losing scholarships..."

"I'm supposed to be Valedictorian," she muttered.

He pursed his lips. "Was that a dream of yours?"

"Everyone expects me to do so. Mom, Dad, the whole family, everyone at school... If I don't become Valedictorian, then I'll just be a failure..."

He knew that she would never be a failure, but didn't vocalize his thoughts. Instead, he said to her, "Well, then let me help you." He chuckled before painfully admitting, "This whole sad thing isn't your look, babe."

She smiled, her hands falling to her lap. She sniffed as she wiped some of the tears off her cheeks. "You must think I'm crazy..."

"Just a little bit," he said, an amused smirk on his face.

She sadly smiled, reaching over and grabbing one of his hands. "I just want everyone to be happy," she murmured.

"What about you?" he softly asked. She shrugged, remaining quiet. He frowned, feeling a lump grow in his throat. He quietly said to her, "Please don't tell me you're with me because you know it makes me happy..."

She vigorously shook her head, feeling her eyes burn once more. She looked up at him and said, her voice suddenly higher, "You're one of the few things in my life that makes me happy, Duncan. You have no idea how much you brighten my days..." A few tears fell before she squeakily said, "I love you so much, Duncan."

He instantly leaned forward, tightly wrapping his arms around her. He shut his eyes, trying to remain calm and not break down right there. This whole thing was leaving him incredibly emotional, and he didn't need himself and Courtney crying. "God, Court, I love you, too. I just..." He sighed, bringing her closer to him. "I just hate that you're doing this to yourself." He felt her shake beneath him, and even heard a few strangled sobs escape from her mouth. He started rubbing her back. "It'll be okay," he murmured. "Do you want to stay here tonight?" When she nodded, he said, "Alright. Maybe you should change clothes, because I'm sure you don't want to get wet... Wait, do you have extra clothes?"

"They're in my car," she murmured, leaning back.

He glanced outside and grimaced. "Maybe you should wait until the morning to get your bag, or wait until the rain stops some," he muttered, noticing the extreme downpour. "I don't want to go through Mom's clothes..."

"What about your brothers?"

"Dylan's at college and has his clothes, and I don't want you to wear Danny's clothes."

Perplexed, she asked, "Why?"

"Because he's a bigger perv than I am and I don't want him bragging about how a girl, especially you, wearing his clothes. He'll make up this big story and..." He sighed, shaking his head. "I probably have something that'll fit you."

Courtney nodded, standing up. "Okay. Lead the way."

Duncan stood up and walked upstairs, with Courtney closely following. She noticed lots of family pictures on the wall. She smiled at the pictures of a younger Duncan, who was smiling brighly in a lot of the photos. She followed him into his room and noticed how relatively clean it was. There were a few school books and some paper thrown around the floor, and his desk was messy, but other than that, he had a clean room. After looking at his bare walls and glancing over the contents that were in his bookshelf, she looked over and noticed him digging through his closet. She took a seat on his bed, adjusting the towel that was still wrapped around her.

"So..." Duncan started, turning. "I've got these gray shorts from a couple of years ago that I hope fit you..." he said, tossing her the pair of shorts. "...and then I have these two shirts..." He held up the two shirts. One was back with many skulls and bones on it, and the other was a gray shirt from his high school.

"I'll wear the gray one," Courtney said.

Duncan tossed the shirt to her, smirking. "I figured you would say that," he muttered, tossing the other shirt back into his closet. He gestured to the right side of his and said, "There's the bathroom. You can change in there."

"You have your own bathroom?" Courtney asked, standing up.

Duncan shook his head. "Nope. Me and Dylan shared it, but then he moved out, so... Well, I guess I do have my own bathroom."

Courtney smiled, rolling her eyes. She went into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She undressed herself and felt that her bra and underwear were wet. She wasn't sure whether to keep them on or not, but after thinking about it for a minute, she took off her bra and changed into the clothes Duncan gave her. She snuck her bra into her wet shirt, hoping Duncan wouldn't notice that she wasn't wearing a bra. The shorts were a bit loose, so she tied those up with the drawstring, and those ended at the top of her knees. The shirt fit her surprisingly well. Well, it hung a bit around her, but it ended right where the shorts started (and those were set a bit low, anyway). She used the towel that was wrapped around her to dry out her hair some. She stepped out of the bathroom and placed her wet clothes onto the floor next to the bathroom. She looked over and saw him quietly talking on the phone while leaning against the door.

He looked up and rolled his eyes at her. He held up his index finger and mouthed, "One second."

She nodded and sat on the bed, crossing her legs. She looked around and saw his Math book on the floor. As she picked it up, she noticed plenty of notes and other papers crammed into the textbook. She flipped to the area where the notes ended, and noticed that those notes were from that day. They were at the exact same point. She glanced over his notes, and saw that he had even started his homework while jotting notes. As she looked through the homework, she noticed all his answers were right, and they were all completely worked out.

"Looking through my work, huh?"

Smirking, she said, "Just seeing where you are... We're at the same point in the book."

He plopped down on the bed beside her and said, "Well, that's a good thing. Though, I wouldn't have minded being ahead or behind you... It's pretty simple stuff..."

She sighed, a smile laying on her face. She rested her head on his shoulder. She felt his hand rest on the area where the shirt and shorts met for a few seconds before creeping under her shirt. His hand moved slowly along her hip and stomach. She shivered in pleasure, but also shivered because his hand was freezing. "Why are you so cold?" she murmured.

He chuckled. "Are you a bit cold yourself?" he suggestively asked.

She didn't need to look down or ask anything. She knew that he saw that she wasn't wearing a bra. She smiled softly as she felt his finger draw circles and just move around her stomach. She smiled up at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and said, "Maybe I am..." She shrugged before adding, "Maybe I like what you're doing."

He smirked before tilting her chin up and giving her a kiss. She kissed him back, her hands toying with the ends of his shirt. Why not try to give him the same feeling that he's giving to her? She placed her hands under his shirt and ran them along his stomach and torso. She was shocked to find that he had a six-pack. She gingerly touched them, her fingers lightly scraping against them. She grinned, feeling him shudder under her touch.

Suddenly, she was being pushed down and was soon laying on the bed. They were making out until Duncan broke the kiss and started leaving kisses on her neck. One of her hands laid on his arm, the other on his head. His hands were slowly pulling her shirt up as he continued to plant kisses on her neck. He stopped as the shirt was bunched beneath her breasts. He sat up slightly and looked down at her. She looked up at him and nodded before sitting up herself. She lifted her shirt above her head and idly tossed it onto the floor. She looked over and saw Duncan also tossing his shirt to the floor.

For the next few minutes, all she felt was bliss. She had completely forgotten about everything else and was focusing just on Duncan and where his hands and mouth were moving. He seemed to know exactly how to kiss her, and some of the places where he kissed (and even bit) her left her gasping and moaning for more. When he stuck a finger (and later two) inside of her, she wanted to scream out in pleasure.

She wasn't too keen on just laying there, as she wanted to provide a bit of pleasure to Duncan, but she was enjoying the feeling that he provided, and just by looking at his large (well, rather large) and erect member, she was obviously doing something that turned him on. Maybe it was the way she said his name, whether she cried it out or whispered it. Maybe it was her whimpers or moans. Maybe it was the way she involuntarily touched herself as Duncan's kisses went father down her body.

Then came the big moment. Even though she was on the pill (it helped balance her hormones when her period arrived), she still wanted Duncan to use a condom for that time. He spent a few minutes searching, but finally found one. Initially, it hurt, but she soon grew past the discomfort and was soon filled with pleasure she couldn't even comprehend.

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"Duncan?"

"Shit," Duncan murmured, quickly tossing the covers off of him. He threw on his boxes and quickly headed over to the door. He threw on his shirt for good measures and unlocked the locked door. He knew he'd be in trouble for locking his door.

"Duncan, do you know who's car is outside?" Duncan's Mom asked, her voice a little too loud for him.

"It's Courtney's, and she's still asleep," Duncan quietly informed her.

Mrs. Evan's slight angry face turned into a calmer one as she nodded. "That's why it's from Toronto... Okay. Just, please leave a note next time we're not here and she decides to drop by for the night. I was afraid a stranger was in our house."

"Did you two just get back?" he asked, glancing at his clock which read 7:38AM.

She nodded. "We worked overtime. Well, just remember to keep your door unlocked while she's here. And, because you two are sleeping, I'll let you keep the door shut, but when you two are awake..."

"Gotcha," Duncan said, winking.

Mrs. Evans rolled her eyes as she said, "See you later, sweetie. Sleep well."

"You, too," he muttered before shutting the door and going back to his bed. He quietly and softly got back into his bed and looked over at Courtney. She looked so peaceful while she slept. He reached over and moved a few hairs out of her face. He glanced over her body, her beautiful body. Most of it was covered by the sheet, but he knew she was still naked, just like he was moments ago.

He was still astonished someone like her was with someone like him. She was beautiful and smart, and he was an average-looking Italian (well, Canadian-Italian) who never made the smartest decisions. Their walls were slowly falling and their true colors were starting to show. She seemed to be insecure and was basically fighting to maintain her image (which was to be an incredibly smart person). He was turning out to be a smart and pretty caring person. But, how would things change after they graduated? He really wanted to be with her for a long time. Forever sounded like a plan. He wasn't sure if he was going to college - he was pushing deadlines to apply. It wasn't that his grades were bad - they were quite good, but he wasn't even sure what he wanted to do in life. He knew she wanted to be a lawyer, and he knew she was going to work hard to be one. He figured she would attend University of Toronto, for it was a prestigious school and one of the best, if not the best, in Canada. Or she could go to McGill, which was in Montreal. His cousin, Brian, lived there, and he knew a few other people there, too, so if he decided to move there with Courtney, he wouldn't have to completely start new. But what if she decided to go to the US? He knew about visas, and since he probably wasn't going to college and wasn't going to be a student, he wouldn't be able to stay long (legally, anyway). If she decided to go there, maybe he would join here... Maybe...

He sighed, running his hands over his face. He didn't want to think about those things at that moment, so he thought about the previous night.

He thought that the previous night was incredible. Normally after sleeping with a girl, he'd go off bragging to all his friends, talking about how he got laid and what the girl did for him. It wasn't about him last night, though - it was about Courtney, and he made sure that she felt great. Just by her actions, he knew he was giving her one hell of a time. He sure wasn't about to tell anyone about it, though. Nobody needed to know that they had sex except for them.

After laying in bed for a few minutes, he knew he wasn't going back to sleep. He got up and sat at his desk, turning on his computer. He browsed the internet, returning messages and comments on Facebook and checking his e-mail and Twitter and browsing other websites. After about forty-five minutes of browsing the internet and idly working on his homework, he heard his bed creaking. He quickly finished a problem and turned around.

Courtney was standing up, pulling her underwear up. Her bra was already back on, and she was reaching down to grab her shirt.

"You know, you look better without all of that on," he said.

She jumped lightly before turning to him. "Well, good morning to you, too," she sleepily said.

He chuckled, standing up. As he walked over to her, she finished putting her shorts and shirt back on. "Sleep well?" he asked, bending down and giving her a "good-morning" kiss.

"Mmhmm," she muttered, smiling up at him.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, remembering her initial discomfort. He heard stories about girls feeling pains the afterward and even the next day.

She shrugged. "Alright. I'll need to stretch a bit before I leave the room..."

"Ooh, what kind of stretches?"

She laughed. "Just some yoga... That you'll probably like..."

He laughed, turning around. "Babe, you do your thing real quick. I'll just be here finishing some homework."

"Wow, Duncan actually studying," Courtney said, mock-shocked.

He smirked, letting out a chuckle. What she didn't know was that he was definitely going to be watching her. Well, he said he was going to do his homework, so he was going to do a bit of that. His desktop monitor was off, and he could clearly see her reflection on the screen. He finished a few problems, staring at her through the corner of his eye. He noticed her doing some basic stretches - rolling her shoulders, standing up and raising her arms above her head, arm swinging... What surprised him was how she was lifting her legs. She could bend them backwards and have her toes touch her shoulders, but could also hold her legs up in front of her. He figured she could put her ankles behind her head, which would create some fun times in bed...

He held back his groan as he placed his head on his arm, looking down at his work. It was too early to feel like this. Well, it wasn't THAT early, but his whole family was home, and he didn't need or want them to hear any of what he wanted to do to her.

Courtney smiled, finishing her stretches. She saw that he was slumping over. She knew he was watching her, and knew that her reflection on his computer was how he was going to watch her. Normally she didn't stretch her legs that much, but decided to give them an extra stretch... Well, mostly she wanted to see Duncan's reaction, and it was perfect. As she laid on her back, she smelled something. Or she thought she did, so she asked, "Do you smell anything?"

Duncan sniffed before responding, "Breakfast." He grinned and turned around. "Mm. Mom and Dad are cooking."

Courtney laughed as she stood up. "Who normally does the cooking?"

"Nobody," Duncan responded, also standing up.

"I thought Italian's always cooked grand meals?" Courtney asked as they stepped outside of the room.

"Eh, mostly dinner," Duncan said. "Nonna will cook every single meal, though. Here... Mom and Dad work so much, but somehow dinner's always cooked..."

"Good morning!" Mrs. Evans said as they walked into the kitchen.

"Morning," Duncan muttered, sitting at the table.

"Good morning," Courtney said, sitting next to Duncan.

"Are you two hungry?" Duncan's Mom asked.

"Starving," Duncan replied.

"Yes," Courtney said, smiling at Duncan, who smirked in return.

"Where's Dad?" he asked.

"Asleep," his Mom said. "He had a few bites while cooking, but decided to go to sleep." She turned around and asked Courtney, "You're lactose intolerant, right?" When Courtney nodded, she sighed and shit, "I accidentally put regular milk into all of this..."

"It's okay," Courtney said. "I've got these pills I can take if I eat too much dairy. I can handle a little bit."

"They have pills for that?" Duncan asked. Courtney rolled her eyes and nodded.

"Are you sure you don't want me to fix you up something else?" Duncan's Mom asked, worriedly glancing at Courtney.

Courtney nodded. "It's okay. I promise."

"Well, you two help yourselves," Mrs. Evans said, wiping her hands on her apron. She untied her apron and hung it on a hook on the pantry door. "I'm going to go to sleep for a few hours."

"See you later," Duncan said. He looked at Courtney and said, "You know, if you don't want any of this, I can cook you something..."

Courtney rolled her eyes as she stood up and grabbed a plate. "Thanks, but no thanks. I don't want any of my food burnt."

Duncan gasped, mock-hurt. He walked over behind Courtney and said, "I'll have you know that I can cook. In fact, I can cook very well."

Courtney rolled her eyes as she turned around. She leaned up and gave him a quick kiss before saying, "I'm sure you can. You can cook me lunch if you want."

"Deal."