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A/N: Short chapter is short... I'm feeling a tiny block for the other story, yet I wanted to write this out because I had a general outline already. It may feel rushed and such, and I'm sorry. I wanted you all to have some new material! Because I'm still healing from a cold, I'll be laying around tomorrow, so maybe I'll have some other chapter up of a story. And remember, PLEASE review! It keeps me energetically writing, and who knows - I could post a lot quicker if I get a lot of reviews ;) And if I come up with some material quick, haha. Enjoy!

"So, Ma says she's got a big surprise in store for tomorrow..."

Courtney smiled up at her boyfriend. She was laying next to him on the bed. Her head was slightly propped up on her arm. She quietly asked, "Is that so?"

"I have no idea what she's got planned." Duncan inquisitively stared down at his girlfriend. He asked her, "Do you know what she's going on about?"

Courtney shook her head. She wore an amused smile on her face as she said, "Your Mom hasn't mentioned anything about this 'surprise' to me."

"Would you tell me if you knew?" he questioned, a sly expression on his face.

She shrugged, returning the sly smirk. "Maybe," she simply said, tease laced through her words.

He chuckled, temporarily bringing her closer to him and giving the top of her head a kiss. "You know you would," he softly said.

She shrugged, rolling her eyes. "Perhaps. We'll see when that day arrives."

"What do your folks think about you staying here for... whatever amount of time?"

She shrugged. "They'll be on vacation for ten days starting tomorrow. They don't really care, I guess."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not." She looked up at him, staring at his slightly confused face. "Regardless of what happened, we're together. Granted, we're not living together, but I'm living with you..."

"I'd count that as living together."

She shrugged, nestling her head on his shoulder. They continued sitting there in silence, her head on his shoulder, his head on hers. Their hands were intertwined and were resting on his non-injured leg. After a few moments on blissful and calm silence, she quietly asked, "You know what?"

"What?" he murmured.

"I'm... I'm glad we weren't just a summer fling."

He nodded. He quietly agreed, "As do I, Princess." After a few more moments of silence, he asked, "Were you in love with me then?"

"When?" she softly questioned, peering up at him.

"That first summer."

She shook her head. "I wasn't. I was... I was infatuated with you. Yes, I was attracted to you, and I wanted to be with you." When he nodded, she asked, "Were you in love with me?"

He shook his head. "No. I was also attracted to you, because you have always been just that hot." He smirked at her giggles. He told her, "Seriously, though. You are the hottest girl I've ever dated."

She wore an amused smile as she looked up at him. "I know we love each other," she said. "But this lust-filled attraction between the two of us better not be the core of our relationship."

"It helps," he said. "But you know our relationship is much... deeper, than that."

She nodded. She let out a sigh, snuggling herself closer to him. "I was on YouTube the other day," she softly started.

Duncan looked down at her, nodding. He drew small circles around her back. He asked her, "What did you see on there?"

"I looked up clips from the shows..."

As she let out a sigh, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. He knew that the second show especially upset her. Why would she do that to herself? "And what were your motives for doing that?" he asked.

She shrugged, letting out another sigh. "I don't know," she quietly said. "I just... I wanted to watch some videos and see some of the comments..."

"They weren't good, were they?"

"Some were..." she murmured. "And then some weren't, of course. I just... I actually fear these Aftermath shows, Duncan."

"Why?" he softly questioned, turning himself slightly and wrapped his hurt arm around her.

"I don't want to get booed. I don't want to hear from the audience how much of a 'bitch' I am. I don't like that Blaineley is there, either, because she knows how to stir up drama."

He nodded, kissing the top of her head. "I don't... I can't relate necessarily, but I'm sorry that you feel this way. It really sucks I won't be attending the next Aftermath..."

"You're not?" she asked, staring up at him. Her wide eyes were filled with confusion and fear.

He sympathetically frowned at her. "Yeah, it's next week, but I don't know how I'll feel then..."

She was about to question him when it hit her. He wasn't sure if the pain would flare up around that time, or what kind of emotional state he would be in. She nodded and quietly said, "I see..."

"But, Geoff and Bridgette will be there," he said, running his hand through her hair. "I'll make sure they take good care of you."

She let out a couple of laughs. She nodded her head. "Okay... I just wish you were there, that's all."

He shrugged, resting his head on top of hers. "I know," he quietly said. "You'll be fine. I'm sure everything will be fine."

Later that night, Courtney laid next to her boyfriend, watching him sleep. His head was resting on her upper chest, on her collarbone. His arm was wrapped underneath her, his hand resting on her waist. She gently ran her hand over his body, from his hair to his face to his arm to his back. He had fallen asleep about an hour before, but she continued to lay awake.

She felt bad, because she knew what his Mom was talking about. She knew the surprise that was in store for Duncan the next day. Ever since he told her about the "surprise" (he kept calling it a surprise, and while she knew it was indeed a surprise, she went along with him), she wanted to tell him. She knew he would be far from disappointed, though. Sure, he would be shocked, but he would be happy as well.

She began to get sleepier, so she snuggled herself against her boyfriend. She rested her head on top of his, and rested one hand under his head and the other on his chest.

"I love you," she softly whispered before shutting her eyes and falling into a deep state of sleep, missing the tiny smile that formed on Duncan's face.

Duncan awoke to find himself in an empty bed. He hated the feeling, especially if he knew Courtney was around. He liked waking up next to her. In reality, he liked waking up before her. She was so peaceful when she slept, and he loved seeing her so relaxed.

"Oh, good, you're awake!"

Duncan was snapped out of his trance by his own girlfriend. He looked over and raised an eyebrow. "Are those my shorts?" he asked, referring to the long sports shorts she was wearing.

She nodded. "Your Mom wanted me to help her with some plant rearranging outside, so I tossed on a pair of your shorts... I hope you don't mind."

He shook his head. "You look a lot better in them than I do."

She laughed, shaking her head. She walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. She asked, "Did you sleep well?"

He nodded, slowly sitting up. "Much better than yesterday."

"We both slept horribly then," she quietly said. "But I'm glad you slept better."

"How about you?"

She shrugged. "Better, but I still woke up a few times."

"That sucks."

She shrugged once more. "It's alright. Your Mom said she'd tell you what we're doing today once you wake up..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, studying her face. He slowly asked, "I know that you know."

She raised an eyebrow. "What led you to that conclusion?"

"I can tell."

She rolled her eyes. She stood up and said, "Fine. I do know. But guess what? I'm not telling you."

He smirked. "You better be glad I'm wearing casts and I'm wheelchair-bound, otherwise I'd make you tell me."

She playfully stuck her tongue out at him. "I bet you would. Do you need help getting out of bed?" When he menacingly stared at her, she grimaced slightly and muttered, "Sorry, I forgot..."

He let out a sigh. "Just let me try to do it first before you ask to help, okay?"

She nodded, softly smiling at him. "Of course."

After watching him easily hop into his wheelchair, they walked out of the room and into the kitchen, where they found Mrs. Evans standing there, talking on her cell phone.

"Good morning," Suzie said after quickly getting off the phone.

"Mornin'," Duncan said.

"So..." His Mom started.

Duncan just stared at his Mom, his face blank. When his Ma wouldn't continue, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "So...?"

"I've got big news for you!"

He slowly nodded. "Okay..."

"Now, I'm not sure how you'll feel about this-"

"I'm not going back to the hospital."

Suzie laughed, shaking her head. "I have no reason to take you back there today, Duncan. I, uh... Well, let's just say I probably won't be taking you there much, anyway."

He pursed his lips. He then let out a sigh. He asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, I can't hold it in any longer!" Suzie exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "You're moving today!"

"What?" Duncan immediately exclaimed, looking at his Ma like she was crazy. "Ma, I'm wheelchair-bound! I can't move!"

"The place has an elevator, and your brothers and Father will also be helping out," Mrs. Evans calmly explained.

"Okay, what about Court's stuff?" he asked, pointing at his girlfriend. "Her parents are out-of-town!"

"I've already moved there," Courtney softly explained, smiling at her boyfriend.

He gaped at her. He was shocked. He asked, "When?"

"Yesterday," she explained, continuing to smile. "My parents and I got up bright and early, we rented a moving truck, and... Well..." She shrugged. "That's why I was late meeting you over here when you came home."

"And that's why I had to leave for a little while yesterday morning," Mrs. Evans explained. "And don't worry about rent - your Father and I, as well at Courtney's parents, have paid for the first six months."

"What?" Duncan asked, still shocked. "No way."

"Uh, yes way," Mrs. Evans said, tease laced through her voice slightly. "We did the same thing for Dylan when he got his first apartment, so of course we were going to do the same for you."

"Are you happy?" Courtney softly asked.

"Oh, I am," Duncan said, giving his girlfriend a smile. "But I'm just so shocked. I certainly didn't expect this to happen today, or anytime soon, y'know?"

His girlfriend nodded. She turned a chair and sat in it, facing her boyfriend. She said, "Quite a surprise, huh?"

He nodded, smirking. "Oh, yeah."

His Ma, who walked out of the room without notice, walked back in and said, "Are you two ready?"

"Don't we need to pack up... like, cars or a moving truck or whatever?" Duncan asked, raising an eyebrow.

Suzie shook her head. "We already took care of that."

Duncan smirked at his girlfriend. "'Moving plants around' my ass, babe."

Mrs. Evans laughed. "That's what you told him you were doing?"

Courtney nodded, blushing slightly. "It just slipped out," she softly said.

"Well," Mrs. Evans said. She looked at Duncan and continued, "Your Father and brothers are already on their way to the apartment with the moving truck. We're running a little bit behind, so..."

"Who am I riding with?" Duncan asked. As soon as he asked that, an upsetting feeling erupted inside of him. It was that anxious feeling from the day before, from the time before he rode in his Ma's car the day before.

"Wanna ride with me?" Courtney asked.

Duncan shrugged. "Why not."

It was much easier for Duncan to get down the stairs, but as he made his way outside and towards Courtney's car, his nerves increased. He tried convincing himself Courtney wouldn't put them in harms way, that she's a safe and excellent driver. It worked, but just a tiny bit.

As he reached his girlfriend's car, he watched her get it. Smirking, he said, "Court."

With wide eyes, she quickly asked, "Do you need any help?"

"Well..." He chuckled when she quickly exited her car. When she reached him, he said, "I need you to put the wheelchair in your trunk."

Courtney blinked a couple of times before an embarrassed smile fell on her face. "Of course," she quietly said.

"Thank you," Duncan said, getting comfortable in Courtney's backseat.

"You're welcome," Courtney said, smirking at her boyfriend as she got into her car. "Are you buckled up and comfortable?"

"Yep, and yep."

"Good."

They fell into a comfortable silence as they followed Duncan's Mom to Toronto. After a few minutes, Duncan asked, "Who's idea was this?"

"Was what?"

"Of moving to the apartment so soon."

Courtney made a humming noise, pursing her lips. "It was both my idea and your Mom's."

"Ooh, explain."

"Well, she felt bad because you talked a little bit about how much you really wanted to move into the apartment, and she remembered how much I wanted to move in as well... She talked to your Dad, and they both agreed that we all would surprise you with this."

Duncan nodded, leaning his head back. He shut his eyes. Surprisingly, when Courtney talked, his nerves died down. He felt relaxed and at ease. "Keep talking," he softly said.

Courtney laughed. "Okay. Um... Oh, Bridgette was telling me the funniest story the other day..."