[[ the dreaded author's note ]]

Ohmiigosh! My boottiful little waffles, how are yous?

I know, I know. I've been gone for about 1 – 2 months, give or take, but schools out and its summer vacation! So, I'm determined to update 'Lips, Lust, & Love', by at least 1 chapter this June. And make the chapters with at least 2,500 words or so, for each chapter; not counting the author's notes in the beginning and end.

I'm also thinking of changing the name of LLL. Again. Lips, Lust, and Love isn't working for me much right now.

The reason why I had been gone so long is because at the end of the year in my school, it's pretty much project frenzy. So all of the sudden; in the beginning of the last quarter, I'm instantly FLOODED, with projects from math, English, and other subjects. One teacher (math) made me make a frigging board game, (from scratch), in three effing days. What the freak.

Congrats to CarmillaD, for guessing the song title for this chappie. Yays! Your frosted Duncan cupcake –hands cupcake-. Even though everyone LOVES cupcakes, except me, I'm anti-pastryious (ANTI-PASTRYIOUS PEOPLE UNITE!), if you don't know what that means just PM me, I'm too lazy to write it down here.

Anyways, the prize of guessing next chapter's song title and artist (both, lol); I really should have a name for it, perhaps, the Song Title Contest! Original, I know. Aaagh, keep on getting off topic; the prize of the Song Title Contest gets a frosted Duncan cupcake, a place on that chapter AND a sneak peek at the chapter they guessed for.

Thanks to Aravi Velez, for thinking of that idea first, and then I came along and stole it. Back with CarmillaD's post, I changed Courtney's eyes a bit so they could fit along with the story. Sorry if it confuzzled you.

Oh yeah, I don't own McDonald's, just a little disclaimer for you.

With much sarcasm,

(I'm thinking of turning that into my signature closing, So no stealie, 'kays?)

-W.


Lips, Lust, & Love

Chapter 3

Love Isn't Always On Time


Duncan's POV

Ever so often, Duncan, himself had two types of traits or personalities, so to speak.

The first one, which he showed most often, was the perverted, teenage boy side. That side was responsible for all those pickup lines that he had made up over the years. And all those inappropriate body part jokes. And who could have forgotten those fantastic comebacks and replies that he seemed to produce out of thin air, in a moment's glance.

The second side of him, was the childish, sweet side. The side, if revealed, didn't seem exposed to the evils of the world. When this chain reaction happened, there was a delightful, innocent encounter that almost didn't seem humanely possible for someone in the form of Duncan.

But this reaction doesn't last long; so if you were ever were in one of them, enjoy it while it lasts.

However, at this point, we can return back to Duncan where we last left him. Dangling at the end of the rope. The rope representing Courtney's patience, and how he was severely pushing it the brink of survival. Realistic terms, he is, nevertheless, running away with Courtney's handbag and romance novel. Not in the way of burglary, but a simple, juvenile but cute type of way. The little gingerbread man game. That Courtney unwilling took part in.

Obliviously, his child side was the brilliant creator of that suggestion.

He had ran for a good sixty seconds or so, with Courtney belongings. Then, he brought that ran into a halt. Not because he was tired. No, if you said that to him, he would have taken that as an insult. The cause, being for it, was that you were saying that to a guy who had run miles and miles to escape juvie. The reason for stopping, was uncomplicated but exact.

He was a punk. With piercings. And tattoos. The whole image of him, did not fit together for a regular, normal person.

The stereotype, of this wonderful world was that if a such individual, such as Duncan, were to have tattoos all over this arms, facial piercings (or ear piercings for that matter), wear dark attire or to just look different from the others; you were consider to be dangerous and a person of interest (surely not in the good way). Especially if you were holding something not gender appropriate like, for example Courtney's bag.

But then again, it was quite suspicious for a delinquent to holding a women's purse and a romance novel, isn't it?

Duncan, never the one to waste time, looked around the airport. To say it was plain was a understatement. The walls were a dirty white color, that had a sandpaper-like color around the corners; it was yellowing, weirdly. The walls also had a washed-out, blue stripe horizontally across the wall. The stripe should never be describe as blue, for the fact that it took the divestment and life out of the blue.

Perhaps, the only thing that made the airport not look like a hospital was the gleaming, neon signs that advertised the stores inside the airport. They were to say the only effulgence, in the airport.

Duncan's stomach then grumbled out, causing a stir from the crowd of people. His stomach had been doing that alot lately. Following his instincts to drown out his hunger, and to kill some time; he made his way to the famous Golden Arches. Yes, he was going into McDonald's. He really didn't know why people went to stupid restaurants and paid fifty bucks for some oily shit they called a 'burger', so yeah, a Big Mac suited him just fine.

He sat his ass down on one of the cold seats lined with crimson and yellow paint. The table he was sitting in seated two people, one of the chairs, of course, he had taken, and the other was for the spunky, feisty brunette in the waiting area. Speaking of that hot target, he wondered where she was at this moment.

She wouldn't call the security on him, would she?

Nah, he thought, she probably got lost or something.

Duncan's stomach growled again, currently getting impatient with this, and reminding him that his hunger was the reason why he was in Mickey D's in the first place. Slowly, he got up and made his way into the line. There was one fat idiot in front of him, and just couldn't make up his mind.

"I would like a double cheeseburger, large fries, and a large Coca-Cola." the retard sputtered out bluntly, his saliva escaping, and spiraling out of his large, unsanitary mouth.

"Yes sir, and would you like anything else?" the blonde stated, trying hard not to be repulsed by this gruesome display before her. She really wanted to get this customer out quickly, and never deal with him again.

"Actually, I changed my mind. I want a grilled chicken sandwich, medium fries and drink. And perhaps, your number with my order?" he tried out, his pathetic attempt to get her number, failed. Miserably.

"I...I have a boyfriend." she said, still trying to get the whole idea of this loser asking for her number, even though there was no way, in hell, that would ever happen.

"He doesn't need to know..." he mustered out in a 'seductive' voice. Oh yeah, he was completely seductive. He couldn't lure a desperate seventy year old. Duncan could actually see the nerd crossing his fingers, hoping to get lucky tonight.

Duncan had enough of this awkward tension. He also was a bit concerned on that burger, but he couldn't let some geekling flirt with a hot girl. It should be him flirting with the hot girl. Oh... wait, she had a boyfriend, but still on the sake of his stomach...

"Yo, geekling! She said no, so give it up already." he shouted.

"Excuse, me sir but this young lady and I were having a conversation, so if you'll excuse me." he blubbered out, then turned to the girl at the end of the sentence.

"Sir, I'm going to have ask you to leave if you do not buy something." the girl expressed out, smiled at Duncan and then frowned, cruelly at the weakling.

"Fine then! GOSH!" the boy said, and then raced out of the restaurant, red strands of his hair falling all over the place.

"Thanks." the girl said, grinning at him.

"No problem. Don't mention it." he smirked back in response.

"So... can I take your order?"

"Um.. yeah. Big Mac, large fries and drink. Thanks." he said.

Duncan reached for his wallet, and took out a ten dollar bill. And handed it to the girl. She took it and gave back his order. Okay, just because he had some girl's bag didn't mean that he would steal money from the girl. He had class, not alot but some. And besides, by the look of things, the girl was already angry at him for "stealing" her bag and book; he didn't want the brunette to get any more angrier.

For some reason, he know she was a person that lost her temper quickly. Very quickly. It was probably in the way she had dressed, not really something that normal people wore when going to the airport. Most prefer, a casual look, while she was all business in the outfit.

Duncan also knew that she was going to take some work. It would take some time for her to get coaxed out of her shell, and friendly with him. That wasn't so easy considering that she wasn't like other girls he had met before. She didn't giggle or stifle a smile when he flirted with her. She didn't even use a witty remark as her first attempt. She just ignored him. As if, he wasn't even there.

Taking his burger, and stepping out of Thought Land, Duncan went back to his table; the one with a two chairs, only to find someone sitting in it, looking infuriated to see him.


Courtney's POV

While Duncan had his little encounter at McDonald's, Courtney was on the lookout for a "two-sided, rebellious punk" that had stole her things. She once thought to call the airport security, but she then swayed it off, when she realize she want the satisfaction of finding him first, then turning him over to the police. She wanted to see the freak rot in jail, for the rest of his life.

Well, maybe that's a bit harsh, she thought, maybe only twenty years will do.

She asked around the airport if they had seen a male, with a green faux hawk, a large amount of facial piercings, and a smirk that never seem to go off his face. Those answers had lead her here. At a crappy McDonald's. She was way too reputable, and respectable to be at a place like this.

Nevertheless, she sat down in the closest table she could find. It was a unclean, a quite dirty, and had two mustard and ketchup covered chairs. She really wanted to take her Germx and spray the chair to make it clean. But, that would cause whispers from the people, and they were already staring at her due to her attire.

So, she hestitatly sat down; and then glanced around to look for that vile creature of a boy. Courtney spotted him, which wasn't a hard thing to do; he did have a green animal-like thing on his head. She noticed that he was talking to some bubble headed bleach blonde, and the blonde was smiling at him; and he cheekily smirked back.

So, he was already flirting with someone else after he had just flirted with her?, she thought, What a man-whore.

As he made his way to her table, she suddenly realized that, by sheer luck, she was at his table. She smiled with ease. The boy certainly looked a bit confused at first to see her, but then replaced that emotion with his classic smirk. He sat down on the seat across from her.

"So, sweetheart, following me around, aren't you? Stalker much, babe?" he said his smirk tugging the corners of his face, threatening to break out.

"No, ogre, if you haven't realized, you have my FRIGGING STUFF!" she bursted out, the people stared at the odd couple.

"Shhh... quiet sunshine, we're in public. And besides, you know I wouldn't steal it." he said quieting her at the first part, and putting on a annoying grin that made Courtney want to rip his stupid hair out of his head.

"By your looks, I think otherwise." she muttered quietly so that he couldn't hear, but Duncan heard anyway.

"No need to be scared, babe." He said putting his arm around her shoulders.

His body heat warmed her skin and it was a good feeling. She could stay like this forever. Just drifting, drifting away. The other people seemed insignificant, when she was with him. She never quite felt like this before. It was odd, but very pleasant feeling.

A cold wind blew, ever so slightly, but that's all that took to cause Courtney to be travel back to the real world. Where her reputation mattered. And the fact that this guy she was cuddling up against tried to steal her bag. She broke away from the feeling, and placed a frown on her petite lips.

"No, this is not happening. You either give me back my bag or I'm calling the cops on you." she verbalized.

"You can't do that, your phone is in your bag. And your bag in the possession of me." he stated, pointing to himself; proud of his brilliant techniques.

"Then, then... I'll scream, and draw a crowd!" Courtney blurted out, she really didn't want to make a fool of herself by shouting, but if she needed to, she would.

"They would never believe you, since we're sitting together people are assuming we're a couple. And if you blurt it out, they'll just think you're lying to get your 'boyfriend' in trouble." said Duncan, the confidence returning to him.

"Eww... I would never like you. And they would, and will, believe me." Courtney argued, she was sure of it. Who would listen to a convict instead of a person who had a bright future in law like her?

"Whatever. All I'm saying, is that they will never believe you." he countered.

"What is wrong with you, why can't you just give me my stuff back?" Courtney whimed

"Cause that wouldn't be fun would it, pumpkin?" Duncan scoffed

Courtney just sat there, silent. In her head, thoughts swirled about what she had just heard. She was somewhat paralyzed by his words. They kept on being replayed over and over.

"Ahh, c'mon; I'm not being that creul. Here, take a bite." he said trying to comfort her. He then, picked up a bit of fries, and reached over to Courtney to offer some.

"No, I don't want- aumff" Courtney started, and Duncan took the moment to put some fries into her mouth. She tried to protest, but they had this lightly salted taste, and she just devoured them. She then remember that she hadn't eaten breakfast that day.

"Do you mind if I ...?" She tried out, gesturing to the fries.

"It's all yours, Princess." he explained plainly.

"Thanks." she stifled a grin, she hadn't had one of those all day. And she never could have dreamed that a stranger, a delinquent, like him could ever make her smile so geniune. That stranger was crazy, dangerous, and bad, but somehow he just was a little bit better on her your-okay-meter. Not alot, since he still had her purse and things, but just a little bit that she would consider him, alright.

After the food was finished, they lazily eyed each other, wondering who would make the first move. Courtney eyed slyily and Duncan eyed her lustily. They both tried to sneak glances at each other without the other person knowing. Of course, that failed.

Duncan, prepared to break the silence and exchange of eyes, sat up and took Courtney's things. Courtney raised a eyebrow at this sudden motion.

"The chase is still on, babe." Duncan said, his smirk back into place.

His red Chucks hit the cold floor as he made his clean getaway out of the resturant. And once again, he was out with Courtney's things for this 'race' that Duncan had started. It didn't matter that he didn't give a warning that he was going to walk out or anything. It was just like that.

Except, this time Courtney didn't scowl. She didn't sulk or shout. She grinned.

A race, huh?, she thought, Well I know who I'm betting on. Me.


Remember, my munchkin army; if you ever have some spare time, build a French fry castle for your commander and use ketchup as your glue. xD

Just a notice, the next chapter's title will be 'Thinking of a Sweet Romance', try and guess what song and artist it comes from. First person gets all the "prizes" (lol) mentioned above. Really, you should because all you got to do is search it on Google and look at what song comes up. That simple.

Woah, I was reading some old DxC fanfics when I realized n03ll3n03ll3 has a story called 'Where Lovers Dwell', where Duncan's band's name is Beauty Kills. Radicalness :] ! There's a fake band with my name! Lol, I got my name from The Beauty and The Beast. At the last commentary sentences, is where I got it from. Still, that's uberly fanstatical! :love:

With much sarcasm,

-W.