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Gwen's P.O.V: "We have two days left right?" I was getting a really good idea. We weren't very far from our town. Duncan, Harold, Lashawna, Trent, the she devil Courtney and I all live in the same town.

"Yeah. You have that evil grin on your face that I love. What are you thinking?" I had a feeling what she was thinking and I had to admit, I was getting turned on!

"We should go to the Paramore concert. I'm pretty sure it's at 8:00 tonight."

"YE- what? Oh yea sure. Sounds fun but you forgot one thing sunshine. We don't have any money." Damn! Oh well. A concert is better then being caught on camera having… never mind.

"Actually…" I held up Chris's wallet which held over 600 dollars. "What all should we do with it? The concert tickets are only 175. And we could go to the beach." There's so much to do but only two days to do it.

"And here I was thinking you were only beautiful and smart my devious girlfriend." I felt really relieved actually being able to call Gwen my girlfriend. I leant over and kissed her. "Well, are you ready for my wonderful driving?"

"Hold on." I gripped the sides of my seat after I buckled up. "Ok, ready." He hit the gas and we were soaring into the woods and onto the freeway. I past out about five minutes into the drive. I had a dream about me and Duncan. We were on the beach and I had a black bikini top with the word angel written in a heart with wings. The bottoms were also black and they had a belt. The same heart was also on the bottoms but it was on the back. Duncan had his black kapri-like swim shorts. He had his spike collar on and for some reason I was holding a black leash connected to his collar. I pulled him into me and we started kissing very passionately. Our kiss turned into a make-out session and then we ended up at prom. I was in a short, black, strapless dress that showed off my legs. I had black high heels with silvers straps. Duncan was actually wearing a tuxedo with a matching black tie. Neither one of us had changed our hair. I guess its just something we didn't think mattered. We were dancing, and I had to admit, Duncan was very good at slow dances. Then I was woke up to "were here. Wake up sunshine" I opened my eyes to see Duncan standing outside the passengers door unbuckling me and carrying me inside his house.

"I'm awake. Where are your parents?" I was beginning to question what we were REALLY doing here.

"They always go on vacation when I'm gone for a while. They're always afraid I'm gonna screw it up… like the time I hid in the trunk on their way to Kansas." I couldn't help but laughing. It sounded like he wanted to go down a yellow brick rode!

"Oh, you think something's funny?" I loved to hear her laugh. It made me laugh.

"Yes I do… yellow brick rode!" I started giggling and then we started playfully wrestling. "OK! I give! Now let me up!" I was pinned down but this time I couldn't escape.

"Sorry sunshine! Can't do that till you say I'm the best and smartest criminal you've ever met!"

"Fine. You're the best, smartest and sexiest criminal I've ever met!" oops. Did I add something?

"Ooh. I'm the sexiest huh? Now you have to give me a kiss and I'll maybe let you go."

I leaned in to kiss him. I really loved being around him. He was fun and he made me feel needed. "Ok criminal. Can I get up now? I'm starting to get hungry and I actually want some real food."

"Me to. Chef's "food" taste like crap. So what do you want to eat?" please be anything other then fruit!

"Junk food sounds like heaven right now. What about… McDonalds?" if I had actual food the previous weeks I wouldn't want such filth but since I've had chefs crap, McDonalds would taste amazing right now.

"Ok. I'm Driving."

"Actually I'd rather not be arrested so…" I snatched the keys from his pocket. "I'm driving!"

"Ok then. Let's see how you drive."

Duncan's P.O.V: Gwen and I were sitting in a booth eating. I had a Big Mac, large fries and a while she had the chicken tenders, medium fries and a . "And you said I drove bad."

"There was an old lady! Otherwise I would have kept going 80 in the 35 zone." When I said he was a bad driver, it was an understatement. A very big understatement. "It's almost six so do you think we should be getting to the concert?"

"She didn't have much years left anyway! And yea or we'll miss the first two songs if your driving." It was fun joking around with her. She didn't take it so seriously like Courtney. I could finally admit to everyone that I hate her.

"Ok then. Lets go, Romeo." I still have to come up with a good nickname for him…

"On the way, try to think of something cooler… like sexy. That's a good one."

Courtney's P.O.V: "TRENT! WHERE ARE YOU!" I was getting tired of yelling and dragging Justin along with me. I finally got so mad that I chewed through the handcuffs that were restraining me from running off without Justin. After I was free I took off looking for Trent.

"Courtney?" he yelled back sounding very confused. I ran towards his voice and started telling him about was Chris told me.

"Duncan…Gwen…stole…van…not…woods!" she was trying to hold back sobs while she said this. She finally let the tears come out and the explained what she meant to say. "Chris told me that Gwen and Duncan stole his van and aren't anywhere in the woods! He also told me that… that…"

"What did he tell you Courtney?!" Trent was becoming inpatient and angry. He knew what she was gonna say but he didn't want it to be true.

"GWEN AND DUNCAN ARE CHEATING ON US!!" more tears spilled from both of the betrayed strangers.

Lashawna which happened to be handcuffed to Trent overheard the whole conversation. Her phone luckily was charged and had 5 service bars. Gwen was bound to have service wherever she was so Lashawna sent her some texts and called her a few times. No answer. She was beginning to think that something bad happened. Like attacked in the woods bad.

Gwen's P.O.V: I was sitting on Duncan's shoulders to get a good view of the band. Paramore was singing their new song ignorance and it was amazing. When they were done singing the last song she got down and stretched her legs. "Wow. This is the coolest concert I have ever been to."

"It was awesome! The only bad thing is my shoulders hurt from holding you up there for twenty minutes." I started rubbing his shoulders "Down, to the left, down more, little more, little bit more." I looked down where he was instructing me.

"I don't think I'm gonna rub your butt out here in public." I took his hand and started leading him to the car, ready to go back to his house and have a few monsters.

"Wait, you won't rub it in public, you never said anything about at my house."

"Depends, how much beer is there?"

"You drink? For some reason that doesn't surprise me."

One hour and six beers later at Duncan's house

"OK! OK! Duncan it's your turn and I choose dare!"

"I dare you to give me that "rub" you wouldn't give me at the concert."

"You call that a dare? That's more like a good time for both of us."

Confessional booth

Gwen: we were wasted

End of confessional

I started rubbing his back and working my way down. I had to admit, he had a very nice butt. I would've thought that drunk or not.

"Ok. Well what do you wanna do now?"

"I have an Idea" Duncan grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to his room. It was a pretty plain room. He had a few posters and a computer. He turned on his CD player and we listened to music for a while just relaxing on his bed. We started kissing then making out. The next thing I knew he had his hands up my shirt trying to unhook my bra. He gave me a look that was asking if it was ok. I unhooked it myself answering his question. After that the night was amazing.

Lashawna's P.O.V: if those two don't get back by tomorrow then Chris is gonna be sued big time. She was begging them to be late.