Chapter Five

Courtney's POV

People didn't really seem that surprised about Duncan's new haircut the next day when we were in school. The only person that really cared was Bridgette. And she about had a heart attack when she saw Duncan. Speaking of Duncan: he was carrying me everywhere, whether it was in his arms or on his back I wasn't allowed to walk.

That is until I made a fuss about him carrying me to his desks.

"So, I was wondering if you were feeling up to going out to dinner with me tonight," he asked in first period.

"That depends on if you are going to carry me into the restaurant,"

"Of course I will. You are too fragile to be allowed to walk alone," Duncan said.

"Duncan, please stop it. I don't want you to carry me everywhere." I said. Then I added quietly: "I might be sick and going through Chemo-Therapy but I am not weak. I don't need carried everywhere."

"Fine, I was just trying to be nice,"

"Well don't," I blurted accidentally.

"Sorry to bother you," he apologized.

He didn't speak to me for the rest of class. I didn't get any actual words out of him until we were at lunch.

"Look, Duncan I didn't mean to snap at you," I apologized.

"No it's okay I didn't realize I was being so overprotective. I just worry about you after what happened yesterday." He said.

"Which part of yesterday? Where I fell off the pyramid or fell in my bedroom?"

"Both were equally scary. I worry about you getting hurt on a daily basis now. And I figure that if I'm around you more, maybe you won't get hurt as much." He explained.

"I love you," I said.

"As I love you," he agreed. I leaned in and kissed him.

"Ew, stop kissing. How can you kiss that thing?" Heather griped from behind me. I just laughed against Duncan's lips and went back to kissing.

Heather is like a lot of my fellow high school students. They all dislike Duncan because of how he dresses and his Mohawk. Even though he doesn't have the Mohawk anymore he still isn't a favorite. When we began dating most of my friends ignored me for a while. But I have since smoothed things over with them. Except Heather. She is only mad because she threw herself at Duncan last year and he didn't want her.

"What is wrong with you?" she whined.

"Heather disappear," Bridgette joined us. Heather stuck up her nose and walked away with her lunch.

"So Courtney, how are you feeling today? Keeping things down?" Bridgette asked.

"Yeah, I feel fine now. It took a few days but I'm okay." I answered.

"So do you want to go see a movie with me tonight?" she asked.

"What happened to Geoff? Besides I can't. Duncan and I are going out tonight."

"Geoff is being mean again. He's mad at me," Bridgette sighed.

"I will go talk some sense into him," Duncan got up and left. But very carefully gave me a kiss on the head and whispered "Still beautiful" to me.

"Wow, so what happened yesterday?" Bridgette demanded.

"Well, it all happened after Duncan took me home. I fell in my room and my wig fell off. I started crying and Duncan tried to calm me down but it didn't work. So he left." I took a breath.

I was about to continue when Bridgette interjected.

"Wait he just left? That's so rude! Why would he do that? I thought he loved you?"

"Would you let me finish! Later that afternoon he came back to my house with a hat on. And when he took it off he had no hair. No Mohawk, no nothing," I finished.

"Did he say anything?" she asked.

"Yeah. That if I didn't have hair then he wouldn't either. That I was beautiful without it. And that I wasn't going to have to go through this alone." I added. I have the best boyfriend ever.

"Wow, Duncan is so sweet," Bridgette agreed.

"I know. He's amazing. I can't imagine what tonight it going to be like."

Later That Night

I was still in my closet trying to decide what to wear when I got a text from Duncan:

Leaving house now. Hope you aren't still in your closet ;)

I laughed and texted back:

Not sure what to wear. Help!

And his reply:

Well, you're already beautiful but for clothing I would try something nice.

After "awwwwwwwing" for a good five minutes at his reply I finally picked out a nice purple dress and left my hair down. I already did my make-up. Duncan was downstairs by the time I was finally dressed.

"Hey beautiful," he greeted me at the bottom of the stairs.

I got a pretty good look at him as I was walking down the stairs. He was in a pair of khaki pants and a button down shirt.

"What's the occasion?" I asked.

"Does there have to be an occasion for me to impress you?" he asked. I giggled. Typical Duncan.

"You two are so cute. Can I just take a few pictures?" my mom begged.

"Sure," I said.

We both moved in close and smiled. After about nine photo's I called it quits and we were out in Duncan's car.

"So what is the occasion?" I asked again.

"I will give you an excuse for forgetting our anniversary," Duncan said.

"I completely forgot! I don't even have a present!" I freaked out.

"You agreeing to come is all the present I need." He said.

"So what did you get me?" I asked excitedly.

"Just wait until we get to dinner and I will show you okay," he said and started up the car.

Duncan's car happened to be my favorite. It was a blue '87 Camaro. It was so typical Duncan too. We drove into town and stopped at this really fancy Italian place for dinner.

"This is where we had our first date!" I gasped surprised.

"Yep, I thought this anniversary should be a little more special to help cheer you up," he said.

I blushed and didn't say anything. This gesture was also typical Duncan. It might have been hard for everyone in school to think of Duncan as anything more than the scourge of the Earth, but he's much different than you would expect.

"So can I have my present now?" I asked once we sat down.

"Sure, I guess. Here," He handed me a little box. I opened it and almost got sick.

"Is this some sort of gross joke?" I asked. Inside the box was some of Duncan's green hair.

"Yeah, that's not the actual present. I just thought it would be kind of amusing," he joked. I handed him back the box. "Here," he handed me another box.

It was a necklace or a bracelet. The box was a long velvet one you get at a jewelry story. I opened it and was surprised at what was inside.

Nestled in the cushy box was the world's most beautiful diamond necklace. It wasn't one of those huge pretentious necklaces. The diamonds were small and glittering. The chain was shiny gold and my heart was mushy.

"Duncan where did you get the money for this?" I gasped.

"Well, my mom paid for it actually," he admitted.

"Why?" I asked.

"She paid me to cut my hair."

Duncan's POV

Okay so that was a lie but Courtney didn't need to know that. I sold some old clothes and my motorcycle for the money. It was definitely worth it to see a genuine smile light up Courtney's face. She has been so sick lately that I would do anything to make her smile.

Courtney's POV

I slipped Duncan's necklace on right before our dinner came.

"So when is your next treatment?" he asked.

"In a few weeks," I answered.

"My parent's and your parent's talked with the school, and they agreed to give us the few days together. I hope that's okay if I take care of you," he asked.

"That sound's perfect,"

"So, you are going to be just fine right? You aren't dying I hope?" he whispered quietly.

"No Duncan I'm not dying. I should make a full recovery," I assured him.

"I still can't get over the fact that you princess have leukemia." Duncan said.

Heather's POV

"I still can't get over the fact that you princess have leukemia." I heard Duncan whisper.

My parents and I were eating dinner together tonight. I had excused myself to the bathroom and noticed Courtney and Duncan walking into the restaurant to the table beside ours.

I hated Courtney's new hair.

I just hated Duncan. He liked that bitch more than me. There had to be something about that.

And after hearing what I just heard I knew it!

She's so lying to him!

This is going to be my way of getting head cheerleader. And when Duncan realizes what a liar Courtney is then I will get him too!

Oh this is going to be soooooo great!

AN: Sorry it's been so long, but I wasn't sure where to go with this chapter. Now I know.