The Duncney Fanclub

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

Duncan couldn't believe Heather had been so stupid as to let Courtney into his apartment when his sister was there. Sure, he was growing fond the annoying prude from next door, but this kind of stuff he liked to keep to himself. His family life was none of Courtney's business. Duncan'd had the shock of his life when he had seen Darcy motioning her head towards the door, turning to see Courtney standing there, watching his nephew playing the piano.

The piano itself was old and beat up. It hadn't been properly played in a very long time, Duncan himself not touching the keys since he was around Evan's age. It was second hand, miraculusly somehow managed to fit into his apartment after the move. It had been in storage due to lack of space at his old place. He was starting to wonder if he'd be able to bring it with him after his next move, or would it have to go back into the storage compartment downtown. There was only two and a half months to go before he'd have to leave, before the break-up that would force him out of his home.

"Sooo," Courtney breathed awkwardly. "Evan Evans? Kind of an unfortunate name."

Duncan cracked a smirk. "Evan Solace," he explained. "After my sister got married, she decided she didn't want to completely give up her surname, so they both agreed to name the baby Evan."

"Oh wow," Courtney replied, sounding quite impressed. "That's...actually kind of cute. Evan's cute too."

"Yeah, he is," Duncan sighed.

"And he seems to be really attached to you."

Duncan shook his head, almost disagreeing. He decided to keep his mouth shut, throwing himself onto the sofa instead. The whole ordeal was getting to his mind. This was still Courtney, she didn't need to know the ins and outs of his life, she never would. They didn't even need to be spending this much time together. This was all going to be over in a few weeks time and they would never see each other again, that was the deal.

"Any reason you were lurking in my apartment?"

"It's not important," Courtney replied, chewing down on her lip as if to hold something back. She gave him a shrug and Duncan watched as Courtney left. She'd been acting weird for the last ten minutes. Her meeting his family was not that big of a deal. Her seeing how much he loved his family was not that big of a deal. He could still keep his bad boy persona for the rest of the time.

That thought in mind, when Geoff called inviting him out for the night, Duncan didn't say no.

By the time he woke up, his head was pounding. His face was buried beneath strange sheets and the weight crushing his arm told Duncan he wasn't alone. He was clothed, at least. Heather couldn't tell at him about that.

Lifting his head to take in his surroundings, Duncan found himself in Geoff's bedroom, the boy in question the one giving him a dead arm.

"Coyote ugly, wake the fuck up," Duncan muttered, shoving at Geoff's shoulder. The blonde grumbled as Duncan tried to yank his arm free. "You get your ass up!"

Geoff there a poorly aimed pillow at his best friend.

Duncan rolled his eyes, climbing over Geoff to find something for his head. Much to his dismay, Heather was pacing the living room on her phone. She always knew where to find him.

When the publicist realized he had entered the room, she paused for a moment to glare at him before going back to her phone call. Duncan didn't stop to acknowledge her. He continued on his quest to the kitchen, stopping only upon seeing another person already making her way through the medical drug cabinet.

"Do you often wear so little clothing?" Duncan remarked, slapping his hand against her semi-exposed bum cheek. The shirt didn't quite cover everything.

"Don't you have a girlfriend now, you perv?" She joked back with a tired, dry chuckle.

"Gwen, my pasty one," Duncan jibed, "when has that ever stopped me."

"It's stopping you now," Heather interrupted. Duncan threw his head back in defeat. He was fed up of having Heather always on his case about every little thing he did. He was already waiting for her to start ranting about last night. "You have a girlfriend now, Duncan. You need to start acting like it before she dumps your sorry ass." There was a condescending tone to her voice, knowing full well that the third person in the room had no idea that the relationship in question was actually not a real relationship after all. "When was the last time you even took Courtney out on a date?"

"Why is it any of your concern?" Duncan countered, turning his slitted eyes on Heather.

"I need to make sure you're always seen as such a little shit in the media, Duncan," Heather stated, her own anger rising. She threw the rolled up magazine, that Duncan hadn't even noticed she'd been holding, onto the table. It was upside down, but he could clearly see a picture of himself and Gwen, exiting some unrecognizable bar downtown, hand in hand. He could see why Heather would be angry about that, but she knew well enough that there was nothing going on between Duncan and Gwen. Not that Duncan even remembered how Gwen had ended up in the same place as him last night, he was sure that nothing had happened between them. If anything, he was dragging her away from the club to go home. The picture didn't quite depict that.

Duncan had never given two shits about what the media thought of him. He knew what he thought of himself and that was enough for him. It wasn't enough for Heather, obviously.

"You may me to make you look good, Duncan," she continued on. "Maybe you could stop making it so fucking difficult."

Courtney wasn't as angry as Duncan had expected her to be once Heather told her. Of course, Courtney had already heard about it from her sister and from Bridgette and from the entire school whispering behind her back.

Duncan wanted Courtney to yell and to scream. He didn't want her to sit there and pretend it was fine. Not because he felt bad about what he'd done, but because he couldn't stand the silence. Courtney was tapping away on her phone, not batting an eye about what had gone down. Duncan was left staring a hole in her head, waiting for her to say something, anything. Courtney didn't give in to his silent demands.

Courtney said nothing for the rest of the day until she about to leave his apartment for the night and demanded that they had to take a happy selfie together for one of her social media websites that Duncan didn't keep up with. It was obviously some plan that she had devised with Heather; getting more recognition out there that they were a couple and were still a couple after the magazines events.

It was only once Courtney had left his apartment with a deafening thud, did Duncan realize he had majorly fucked up.

A/N: Meep meep!

This may seem like it's late...that's because it is...

So basically what happened was my dads laptop broke so now he's using mine instead. I had started writing this chapter on my laptop beforehand and then I had to finish writing it on my work computer (which is where I'm uploading this from now). I had to wait until this morning when I could get on my laptop before my dad got to it first and save the first part of the chapter into my emails so I could add the whole thing together instead of rewriting it.

I am hopefully getting a new laptop for Christmas, which means my dad can have my old one and I'll be able to continue to write at home...Until then, I shall be writing at work instead :D ...I do that anyway so it's not that much of a change XD

There is a tiny bit of foreshadowing really early on in this chapter, for something I have planned for pretty much the epilogue I guess XD

Did ya spot it?

Also the same Solace comes from my never ending addiction to Solangelo!

Thanks for reading, please review (:

Love, ChloeRhiannonX