Chapter Six

Duncan's POV

My phone was ringing on my nightstand as I slept. I ignored it and went back to sleeping. I was too tired to answer it. It rang again. After about five minutes of ringing I sat up and answered my phone. It could have been Courtney worried or something. She calls me sometimes during the night when she gets scared and I have to calm her down. Not that it's so bad.

"Hello?" I asked without looking at the ID.

"Hello Duncan. Sorry to call you so late," Heather purred from the other end.

"Ugh, Heather what do you want?" I groaned.

"I was hoping we could talk a little Dunky," she said.

"Heather, when are you going to leave me alone? I don't like you," I said bluntly. I yawned and looked at my clock.

It was one in the morning.

"Why are you even calling?" I asked.

"I wanted to give you the chance to leave your lying girlfriend for me," she answered.

"And why would I do that?" I played along.

"Because she is lying to you about having leukemia, I doubt Courtney is even sick," Heather said.

"Heather, no offense, but you don't know shit." I said.

"Courtney will do anything to manipulate people. It's how she gets things," she insisted.

"Once again, you have no idea what you are talking about Heather. Hang up and leave me alone. You come near Courtney tomorrow I will kick your ass," I warned.

"Threatening me? Now there's the Duncan that I like. I thought I'd lost you there when you started dating that girl. I don't like sensitive Duncan," she said.

"Shut up Heather," I growled.

"And she got you to get rid of your Mohawk. She is manipulating you Duncan. And when she has what she wants she is going to dump you and leave you broken and stupid. So when you come crawling to me I am not going to take you just because you beg. I don't want used and damaged goods." She continued.

"Heather, I'm hanging up now. You don't know anything about this. And besides, I like Courtney because she isn't like you Heather. She is a better person. Now leave me alone," I hung up and went back to sleep.

I woke up the next morning and drove over to Courtney's house. There was a teacher's in service day so there were no classes today. It also helped that it was Friday, so we had an extended weekend this week. Courtney was still asleep when I arrived. It was only eight a.m. but I was up early today.

I didn't get much sleep after Heather called me. I woke up again around five and couldn't go back to sleep so I just got up. Courtney's parents were leaving her house when I arrived.

"Good morning," I said as I got out of my car.

"Hello Duncan. Courtney's not awake yet. But you're welcome to go inside and wait until she gets up," her mom offered.

"I actually brought some supplies to make her breakfast. Is that okay with you guys?" I asked both of them.

"Sure. You could have just grabbed stuff from our fridge if you wanted. You didn't have to buy stuff," her mother explained.

"That's okay, I got everything." I said and walked up to the door.

"Duncan," her mom asked when I was about to go inside.

"Yeah," I asked.

"We appreciate everything that you are doing for Courtney. It's really making a difference in her treatment," her father announced.

"But," I sensed there was a but in there.

"No but's. We are just so thankful for everything that you are doing." Her mom said.

We said our goodbyes and I walked into the kitchen to get started. Time to start cooking.

Courtney's POV

I woke up in the morning to the smells of bacon wafting into my bedroom upstairs. I looked at my clock on my nightstand. It read eight-thirty. My parents should be at work. So who was in my house? I walked downstairs quietly so that I wasn't heard by whoever was in my kitchen.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Duncan cooking in my kitchen.

"Hey," I said.

"Morning babe," Duncan called from the stove.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Sit at the table in the dining room and you'll see," he continued.

"Okay," I replied. I walked into the dining room and saw the entire spread that Duncan had been working on.

"Wow, Duncan this is amazing!" I shouted.

"I know. We had the day off and I was bored. So I decided to come over and make you breakfast." He explained.

"Thank you soooooo much," I gushed.

He pulled me close and kissed me on the lips. I giggled when he tickled me.

"Duncan, stop," I said between laughs.

"Princess you have the cutest laugh ever." Duncan commented still tickling me.

"Duncan, please stop tickling me," I said.

"Sit and eat," he commanded.

I obeyed and we sat down to eat breakfast. It took us a full hour to finish breakfast. But I enjoyed every moment of it.

"So princess, how do you like the breakfast thing?" Duncan asked as we finished.

"Yeah, I really like it. Thanks so much for this. It's really making me feel better," I said wiping my mouth. Then I remembered something. I never even bothered to look in the mirror before I raced downstairs.

I stood up to look into the mirror. And froze when I saw my reflection.

"Courtney, it's okay," Duncan assured me.

"I can't believe I walked downstairs like this." I said.

"It's okay," he said wrapping his arms around me reassuringly.

"I have no make-up on! My face isn't washed! I look a mess! How could you let me come downstairs without getting ready and putting my face on!" I joked.

I know that the reason he was getting worried was because I didn't have my wig on. But after a little while without having hair I was getting used to looking at my reflection without it. So I didn't really notice that I had no hair.

Duncan laughed at my rant.

"You are complaining because you didn't do your make-up?" he asked skeptically.

"In fact it is the reason I am complaining. Me without make up just isn't pretty." I mocked.

"I love you," he said leaning toward me.

"I love you too," I said meeting his lips.

"So why don't you go get dressed and put your wig on?" he suggested.

"If it's all right with you I would prefer not to wear it. Unless that freaks you out," I said.

"No I'm fine. It's good to see you taking everything so well." Duncan said with a smile.

"You've definitely helped with that," I explained. Then for emphasis I leaned in a kissed him.

"Okay, go get dressed and then come back down," he commanded.

So I ran back upstairs and put some clothes on. All while Duncan was waiting downstairs.

AN: Okay, so I missed writing soooooo much. I hope you liked this chapter. I'm hoping to update soon. Review please!