Chapter Seven

Duncan's POV

Courtney walked downstairs about twenty minutes later, without her wig on. I wasn't bothered by her lack of hair. I mean I didn't have any myself at the moment. But that gave me an idea.

"Hey babe? Can I use the bathroom upstairs? I don't like the one downstairs. It's just too informal," I rambled when she walked downstairs. Courtney rolled her eyes but nodded.

I raced up the stairs and toward Courtney's room. She was downstairs so she wouldn't know the difference that I didn't open her bathroom door.

Courtney's POV

I was running through the list of music in my iPod's playlist choosing a song to play.

"Court, I think I need another haircut," Duncan said from behind me.

"Why?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the iPod's screen.

"Well look at me!" he said dramatically.

I turned around and instantly burst out laughing. Duncan was standing there in the middle of my living room wearing my wig.

"You do know that thing is made out of my real hair?" I asked.

"Is that supposed to gross me out? Because that's hardly anything scary," he joked.

I turned back around and clicked on a random song. Headstrong by Ashley Tisdale burst through the sound system in my living room.

"May I have this dance?" Duncan asked. I grabbed my wig from his head and put it on my own head then nodded.

It wasn't a slow song so Duncan and I weren't slow dancing. Actually during gym class they tried to teach us how to dance. Like the gym teachers brought in professional choreographers' and stuff. This was at the request of the students. And they taught us all these different moves from different music videos. Duncan and I had learned couples dances. It was fun.

"You know that you really make me want to kiss you," Duncan said as we danced.

"Then why don't you?" I asked.

"My strength has depleted from dancing with you," he joked.

"Very funny," I said. I pulled him towards me and we shared another kiss.

"You are the best kisser I have ever been with," Duncan complimented.

"Out of the dozens of girls you have been with? I find that hard to believe," I said.

Sometimes Duncan liked to pile on the compliments even if they weren't true. But that was something that I loved most about him.

"Whoa," I gasped. I stopped dancing. Suddenly I felt very dizzy.

"Courtney are you okay?" Duncan asked.

I shook my head yes. Even though I didn't feel okay, I must have just been getting dizzy from dancing. It happened before.

"Courtney you don't look so good," Duncan announced.

"What are you talking about? I feel fine," I promised. But I didn't feel fine.

"Princess? What's wrong?" Duncan whispered. I barely heard him.

"What did you say? Why are you whispering?" I asked. He looked at me funny.

"I'm not whispering. Princess can you hear me?" Duncan whispered again. He was getting quieter and it seemed like he was getting farther away.

I was getting dizzier by the second. I looked at Duncan and saw his scared face.

"Duncan, call my parents," I said and I lost my balance. I lost conciseness before I hit the floor.

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