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.discography: I'm so happy you like it! Oh and, who knows…. Maybe it won't ;)

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Alexex: Thanks, I've always known you liked TxC… I think it's because of you I became a fan of the pairing. And I will do your request ;)

*Stole that idea from wolfmaiden96. Credits for it belong to her.

Warning fort this chapter: There is a DxG love scene. If you don't wanna read it, don't. I myself puked twice in my mouth writing it. And… There is some material that gets a little arousing but it's still a T rated fanfic… And it will stay like this because I really dislike writing lemons. It feels awkward… I don't know how many times I've used that word here…

And also… I hate the last part of the chapter. Really, the first part is okay but I kind of went short of ideas and completely failed the second one. I promise next time I will be careful.

This is, in Ivy's words, a filler chapter. Just to help you get in the story. Real thing next time...

I do not own the lyrics.

If I tell the world, I'll never say enough because it was not said to you and that's exactly what I need to do If I'd end up with you. Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements... Even if it leads nowhere?

~ Adele, 'Chasing Pavements'

"Trent and… Courtney? Wow… I never saw that one coming."

As his goth girlfriend spoke those words without regret nor fear to what might happen later. Contrarily to his thoughts, she didn't take it that bad… Instead she was… glad for them. Or maybe she was just faking that happiness.

The invitation card was still held tight into his hands, him reading for the thousandth time the silver text written in followed by a picture of the newly engaged couple. Trent had his arms around Duncan's ex-girlfriend and she seemed to enjoy them on her. The punk wouldn't admit it but he felt kind of… different to see her like that, especially because five years earlier he was the one whispering sweet words in her ears.

"Maybe I should call her."

"Why?"Asked Gwen, a little pissed.

"It might as well be a joke. Who knows?"

"Why would it be?"She inquired again, suspicious he took it like that.

"It's just it looks weird. I mean… Trent and Courtney? They're just so different!"

"You and Courtney went out and you are both the opposite of each other…"

As Duncan took his eyes off the wedding invitation, he noticed in her voice as in her glare sadness and even disappointment. He knew it hurt when he was talking about Courtney, though she was far in his past but still they had a story together. A story his actual girlfriend wasn't part of. And it was just painful to know Courtney had left more in his memory and his heart than Gwen ever had. He couldn't let her think that Courtney had a more important place for him than her… Or did she?

"Yes and that's why it didn't work."The criminal stepped closer to her, slinging his arms around her waist and letting her wrap hers around his neck, looking tenderly in his teal blue eyes and their lips inches from each other's. He started to whisper so only her could hear. "And that is also why I started to like you more than as a friend. She was ticking me off and you know it. I still don't regret my choice."

He slowly leaned in, gracefully imitated by his now convinced girlfriend, and pecked a few kisses on her dark lips. Done teasing, he started giving longer kisses dwelling on the start of a makeout session, feeling hungry like it had been a while since they hadn't done that. He hoisted her so she could sit on the kitchen counter, her legs spread around his waist and her pulling him more so their bodies could be perfectly tight into each other.

"Mmmm…"Gwen moaned while their tongues were wrestling in her mouth.

He liked how she moaned. That was so attractive and ultimately a turn-on. He slid his calloused hands under her gothic dress, rubbing fiercely but slowly her thighs. He pulled from her mouth and trailed slow kisses down to her neck and started sucking and licking, doing a path back and forth from her collarbone to her neck again. Just a little glance between two other moans from his girlfriend made him look at the wedding invitation resting on the counter. Sure that moment was pleasant but somehow he felt that calling first for the wedding would be a better thing to do. But knowing that dear Duncan, you know he wouldn't knock it off so fast since he already had a boner after only five minutes of making out.

"You can go. I'll join you."He seductively (and obviously hornily) murmured to the goth after pulling apart from her delicious lips.

"I'll be waiting."Gwen whispered back, getting off the counter and walking shakily toward their bedroom.

The delinquent would not say it but sometimes he felt like the girl he fell in love with after falling out of it with Courtney was becoming… girlish. I mean, he liked chicks, sure but he loved Gwen because she was not like any other girl. And if she came to change, what would it do for them?

That wasn't the point though. Without asking anymore questions, Duncan snatched the phone resting on the little counter-height table and dialed the number printed in the card. Two rings were heard before he received an answer.

"Hello?" Thankfully, Princess's moderately high-pitched voice answered, avoiding him to talk to her future… sigh… husband.

"Hey Princ―Uh, Courtney. It's Duncan."

An awkward silence echoed through the phone. That was just really weird to talk to someone the last you have seen told you that you were a bitch. But… The past is the past and Courtney totally forgave him for breaking her heart a couple of times. And even more since she was going to marry the world's greatest man alive. She thought maybe Duncan matured and was old enough to understand those things were passed, and now everything was way different than back when they were sixteen. That was evident.

"Hey Duncan. How is it going?"She happily said, appreciating his company through the phone.

"Fine and you?"

"Perfect! Everything is perfect!"She comfirmed, too much enthusiasm resting in her voice.

He didn't wait so long to continue, going straight to the point.

"Huh, Courtney, I've received some invitation this morning…"

"For the wedding?"

"Yeah... It was a fake one, uh?"

"No, It definitely is true!"The prep exclaimed, pleased by the situation. "You don't know how excited I am to marry Trent… He's just the right one for me! I'm glad you understand."

"Yeah, I am too." Understanding? There is nothing to understand. He thought, a little iffy about his position.

"So you and Gwen are coming? I mean, if you are still together…"

"Yes, yes we are. We will be there."

Though they were both over each other, she started to feel kind of weird knowing her ex-boyfriend would assist the ceremony. Like she wouldn't be hurt if Duncan and Gwen got married but, knowing them it wouldn't happen so soon. Or perhaps that was the problem…

"It's on June 9th, in two months. And you should know how I had to fight with Trent to have that date; he wanted to do it on September ninth!"She sighed. "Sometimes I wonder why I love him that much... and then I remember."

Wait, did she say love? Duncan thought again, unsure of what he heard. By the past, Princess pronounced a lot of words like 'hate' or 'stupid' and the most popular 'lawyers' but never ever something like love… That was just not like her. Well it was bizarre how love was doing funny things.

Dammit, the last sentence was really corny.

"That's cool. See you there."

"Duncan?"Her sweet voice trailed off before he could hang up the phone. He brought it back to his ear, listening carefully.

"We would like you and Gwen to come over for a month or two before the wedding. You will sleep at our place and we will help you for everything. We just need some help of close and old friends so we could take the right decisions. Would you?"

That was a really special request from Courtney. And when she said 'close friends', the bad boy again felt a throbbing feeling in the pit of his stomach. Would he be able to assist all the wedding preparations knowing that he could have been at Trent's place? No, that was stupid. They were over. OVER! This meant that it wasn't supposed to bother him. And that wasn't.

"I will talk about it to Gwen but I am sure she will be okay with it. We will be here tomorrow morning. Mind?"

"It's perfect. See you soon."

And they both hung up the phone, waiting for the next day to come. Sometimes he almost missed bickering with Courtney, or even only talking to her. It was always special how good it was to be friend or just acquaintance with her, even if most of the guys would rather not. And for Gwen, he didn't know if the former CIT had forgiven his girlfriend for being his girlfriend but, with the glee tone in her voice and the fact she was going to marry Trent, he bet she did.

There was still that awkward feeling in the pit of his stomach when he pronounced 'marry' and 'Trent' in the same sentence.

"Duncan, you're coming?"Gwen's voice broke through the quietness of the apartment and the pointless babble trail of thoughts going into his head.

"I'd die not to."The delinquent smirked, stepping hastily toward the master bedroom.

-/-/-/-/-/-

"I really think we should have fixed the date on the 9 day."

Sitting in the living room right next to each other beside the window, Trent kept going with his nine obsession while his lovely fiancée tried to remain calm beside him though she clearly mad. Not because of him of course. Just because it had been the third time she hit their wedding planner's phone number and it also had been the third time she didn't answer. Sure, normally she shouldn't be that angry that the woman wasn't responding but they were supposed to meet an hour ago and, according to the latest news, she didn't even show up. What a good way to madden a former CIT, someone who is actually more punctual than the person that convened the appointment. Time kept passing by, as her face became redder and her envy to punch the planner right in the face when she would show up was growing. Thankfully, Trent was there to cool her down… well, in his way. Playing with her PDA, the woman predicted to slip on a white dress in exactly a month and a half tried but was failing to ignore her present boyfriend's constant pointless babble.

"Trent, It's too late. The invitations were already sent."

"Yeah I know but maybe it's a sign. Maybe Emma being late proves that the god of luck said it just wasn't a good idea?"He persisted, bouncing in place.

"Can't you for once shut up with your damn nine obsession?"She yelled, her patience gone because of the stress she was living at that moment. Her calm temperament already a little restless completely blew up, startling her husband to be.

Noticing a short silent moment and guiltiness spreading in the air, Courtney took her eyes off her device to see her normally joyful (okay, a little bluesy sometimes) look at her with a hint of sorrow, the glint in his turtle eyes gone for apologetically sad. Seeing him this way made her sad along with him, figuring out what she just said. Nine really was an important number to him and, knowing him, she knew he would never joke about that. Perhaps he thought talking about it would be great for both of them. He got up from his windowsill, where he was formerly playing guitar, ready to leave her in her stressful moment.

"I'm sorry, Trent. I am just really under pressure those last days and I-I want our wedding to be perfect."She mumbled that short but sincere apology, catching him back. "I guess that you want it as well if you keep bugging me about 'nine'."

"Yeah, it pretty is why. But if you don't want me to talk about it-"He rubbed the back of his neck when Courtney cut in.

"No it's okay. If being paranoid is your way to relax, it's okay."

"What?"

"Nothing."She managed to smile guiltily. Just her luck the musician was just as clever.

"Yeah and if it lays you back to be bitter with everyone, that is also cool."

"W-What?"

"Nothing."He mumbled.

"I-I'm bitter to anyone?"She half-stammered, half-yelled, offended by what she heard.

"No! That's not what I meant!"

"Why are you marrying me if I am that a bitch to you?"

"I've never said you were a bitch, you said that yourself."Trent claimed, not knowing what to say or to do.

"So you're saying I'm saying that I am one?"She got up from brown leather armchair, fuming fiercely.

"No, I mean yes, I mean I don't know!"

"Just make up your mind already!"

"What can I say to make you happy?"He finally gave up, feeling helpless and tired.

Courtney sat back in the chair, digging her nails in the arms to evacuate the rage. Her therapist said that hitting everything/everyone around was not a great way to deal with stress but he never said that 'hurting silently' furniture was not a valid method. By that situation, she just imagined that it was in Trent's lovely guitar play arms she was sinking her claws. She took a deep breath, letting her fiancé interiorly panicking and fearing her as Chef Hatchet and his butcher chopper.

Imagining blood trickling down a thin line on someone's throat was a good way to relax actually. Just doing it was making her feeling better… Way better.

He swallowed hard, his heart pounding fast and heavily. Thankfully, she didn't feel like slicing a male into pieces today. Contrarily to her normal activities, she realized she was the one wrong in that case and maybe apologize would be a great option.

"It's okay. It-it's my fault."

"W-what?"

"Yeah, I've just overreacted because of that whole 'nine' thing. I apologize."

"Really?"

"Really."

She slowly got up from her normal position to walk toward the cool guy, now nervously fearing what she would do to him. Instead of grabbing by the collar, she softly wrapped her arms around his neck, catching him into an embrace. Trent cooled down, comforted by that sudden change of mood. She rested her head on his chest.

"I am just really stressed about that wedding. I truly want it to be perfect."

"So do I."

They stayed silent for a while, wondrously cherishing that moment alone together. They looked like two cuddling lovely birds… Yeah, that comparison is a little weird but still, that's how they looked.

Unfortunately, that was at this moment Courtney remembered what she asked Duncan earlier that day. Trent and she were sharing everything and, though that was absolutely what she wanted, she felt really bad not to have told Trent that his ex and his enemy were coming to his wedding together because of her. He had nothing against Gwen, even if he was still broken-hearted, but Duncan… That was another story. Let's say they didn't appreciate each other's company that much…

"Trent…"

"Yes?"

Courtney hesitated. "I sort of invited Gwen and Duncan to our wedding and also kind of told them to stay for the next months until the wedding so they could help us…"

Her head went off his chest, waiting for his already expected reaction. Trent was obviously not the kind of guy that would get angry easily but still, sometimes angst can blow up at anytime.

Courtney could see his jaw clench, while he started glaring blankly in front of him. He went silent for a minute. A messy storm of words was twirling inside his head, making it spin; Gwen, Duncan, girlfriend, wife, enemy, cheat, wedding, life…

He had to admit it, he was screwed and defeated. At least though, Courtney was still on his side and he knew he loved her… Right?

"All… right."Trent managed to say, though he wished he could scream no.

"Cool. I'm glad you agree with me. Those next months will be amazing!"Courtney exclaimed joyfully. "That wedding will be awesome."

"Yeah… Awesome."His voice unsurely trailed off.

They both remained in each other's arms, not knowing what they should add else. It was already comfirmed; Duncan and Gwen would be there.

A/N: THIS SUCKED! Okay, sorry. I'll do better next time. Please, review anyways *puppy eyes*