The Duncney Fanclub

But they're just friends, right? In fact, rumor has it, they hate each other!

Courtney sat in silence for a while. She couldn't believe Duncan had dropped her name like that in the middle of the interview. The plan had been to keep her a secret for as long as possible, that way she didn't have to deal with so much of the limelight.

She was chewing on her lip, carefully glancing over to where Duncan lay on the opposite side of the sofa. He was scrolling through his phone, not paying her any mind. Courtney was getting used to Duncan's lack of communication skills. He liked to be alone, she understood that, but they were supposed to be working as part of a team now.

Courtney still despised him. Duncan was arrogant and cocky and still had his head so far up his ass...

But, there had been a moment the night before, when they were driving a hundred miles to the wind down an open lane road, where Courtney had seen the genuine thrill on his face; a smile that lit up every dark corner of her mind. It made her rethink everything she knew about him.

Duncan always looked so lost, whenever Courtney took the time to stop and study him. He didn't look as if he knew what he was doing in the lap of the Hollywood life. Courtney understood that feeling more and more everyday.

By the time morning rolled around, the day after the interview, Courtney found her name splashed across every gossip magazine in her sight. She had dragged Bridgette to the drug store, wearing a hoodie and sunglasses, just so she could see the damage.

It was the same picture, this time more focused on Courtney's face than Duncan's. Her name, Courtney, was written in every type of headline there was to offer.

Bridgette assured her it wasn't that bad. Courtney didn't believe her. But Courtney also knew she had no one to blame but herself now, because she was the one who had accepted Heather's offer, and she should have known that this was going to happen.

The reality of it all was starting to sink in. Courtney realized that, as short-lived as her fifteen minutes of fame will be, it will always be there, part of her past. It was going to haunt her for years to come, always staring her out in the background of everything she had built for herself.

Would the board of acceptance at every college she applied for find this out? Would they forbid her entry because of a stupid stunt with a movie star?

Courtney was starting to panic, her life crashing before her eyelids. Bridgette reacted immediately, telling Courtney to take some deep breaths. Courtney tried her best but it didn't go away.

"I want out," Courtney told Heather. It had been exactly three-hour and twenty-four minutes since the incident in the drug store, and Courtney had made up her mind. This had gone on for one too many days. She knew she should never have left herself open for this kind of torture.

"No." Heather replied curtly. "You made a deal and we're not backing out of this now. It's only for a short while. Once the break up is over, Duncan will move onto some other girl and you will be long forgotten." Courtney scowled at the publicist. "Okay, listen, I'll make some calls, try to get your name toned down. For the record, I didn't tell him to expose your identity, the idiot made that call by himself."

Courtney clenched her teeth, not wanting to say anything else in case Heather changed her mind and let her suffer it out. Instead, she wandered off into the apartment to find Duncan to yell at him some more.

Heather didn't stop her from wandering away, didn't warn her what she might find.

Duncan wasn't in the living room as he usually was. Courtney had never been any further into his apartment from there, but she could hear the faint tinkling of piano keys coming from one of the rooms down the hallway. She followed the sound, a happy tune being played repeatedly. It was followed by hushed voices, the pianist kept playing.

The only door open in the hallway was near the end, Courtney took a peek inside, leaning against the door frame. There was a small boy sat at a grand piano, he was not very old, but he was repeatedly playing the same four keys over and over, paying no mind to anyone around him.

The hushed voiced were coming from the other side of the room. Courtney leaned in further, seeing Duncan sat on a beat up couch under the window, accompanied by a young woman. She looked to be a few years older than Duncan himself, and for a moment Courtney's heart clenched in a way that was foreign to her.

Is he cheating on me? Crossed her mind before Courtney even remembered they weren't actually together and Duncan had every right to date other woman. Even if they had children. And a wedding ring.

Courtney turned back to the young boy who had added a fifth key to his arrangement. He had a mop of black hair on his head, kind of what she remembered Duncan having when he had first moved in, before his dreaded Mohawk days.

The look of concentration on his face was to cute for Courtney to not smile at. She remembered when she had started learning piano, it had frustrated her because it wasn't a natural talent. Courtney liked to be the best at every thing, but there were other kids in her class that were more advanced than she was. She ended up leaving every day angrier, not having learnt anything. In the end her parents got her a private tutor for piano so she could practice without anyone else looming around.

"Courtney?" Courtney turned at the sound of her name. Duncan was looking, very confused, in her direction. The young woman was staring with a smile on her face. Courtney could see now, at a head-on angle, that her features matched too many of Duncan's for them to not be related. The nose, chin, dimples. Her eyes were the same clear blue, the kind that haunted Courtney every time she looked.

"Um...hi," she tried weakly, her voice nothing but a squeak. Courtney mentally slapped herself for sounding stupid. "Heather let me in."

Duncan looked angry at the mention of his Publicist. Surely, this seemed like a private family moment. Courtney felt rude intruding now that even the little boy had ceased his piano playing. He was staring at Courtney but her eyes were still focused on Duncan.

The young woman coughed to get Duncan's attention.

"Oh yeah," he mumbled, remembering the two weren't alone. "Princess, this is Darcy, my sister. And that's Evan, my nephew." Darcy gave a wave while Evan gave Courtney a shy smile as she turned to him. The only thing Courtney noticed was how dark his eyes were in comparison to his mom and uncles.

There was silence between the four of them for a long time before Darcy announced they should probably get going.

Evan's face fell as he gave one last sad look as the four of them left the music room. He grabbed his uncles hand, pulling him down the hallway at a high-speed. Courtney could feel herself smiling as she watched. Darcy was chuckling beside her.

"It was nice to meet you, even briefly," she said as they reached the living room. "Duncan's...Duncan's not been in the right state of mind as of late." Courtney cocked her head towards the older woman. "But I think you'll be good for him. I know you are good for him." Darcy nodded her head, sure of the words she was speaking. Courtney felt her heart swell. They hadn't even properly met, but for Duncan's sister to have so much faith in her to help her brother, Courtney didn't have the heart to tell her it was all a lie.

The two entered the kitchen to see Duncan kneeling on the floor, Evan whispering something ferociously in his ear, a bright blush on his young face.

"You ready, Evan?" The little boy nodded at his mother, taking her hand and giving Courtney a short wave goodbye, the shy grin still piercing his face.

"I think you made an impression on him," Duncan told her once they'd gone. "He dragged me off to tell me how pretty you are." Courtney raised her eyebrow at him, to which Duncan gave a shrug. "Now, if you excuse me, I have a Publicist to maim."

A/N: Look who's back!

Got a few things to catch you up on:

1) I have completed NaNoWriMo and the prologue to my 51K story has been posted under the title Chasing The Skyline.

2) If you have not seen The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 1 yet, what are you doing with your life?!

3) I GOT A HAMSTER. Her name is Willow and she only bites me. Kinda like how the cat only bites me too...

Well yes, that is to catch you guys up on what happened to me during November. I will be back to weekly or every other week, Friday updates for this story so you have a lot to look forward to :D

Thanks for reading, please review (:

Love, ChloeRhinnonX