Lip Molding and Benefits
Duncan woke up in a daze. He didn’t have a hangover luckily. Apparently Trent lied about having wine at the party. It was freaking سیب, ایپل cider, Duncan thought bitterly. He should’ve known.
He felt something soft snuggle against him. He looked down and his eyes widened.
It was Princess; she was sleeping peacefully اگلے to him. He knew they didn’t do anything; he only remembered heavily making out with her.
Duncan smirked. Princess is aggressive, he thought smugly.
Then he started to blush. Duncan does not blush.
Princess wasn’t wearing a shirt! She was still wearing her black shorts, but… He didn’t even remember taking off her shirt! Princess will kill him for sure.
But, Duncan thought positively, at least I get to see some of her rack. What is she—a size C? D?
He couldn’t see because her سب, سب سے اوپر form is covered سے طرف کی her arm, only دکھانا her flat, smooth stomach. This is literally the best morning Duncan ever woke up to.
Princess started to اقدام around suddenly. Crap, she’s waking up, he thought. Her eyelids fluttered open, دکھانا her piercing onyx eyes. She looked around groggily, and then after a while, gasped aloud.
“What the—?!” Courtney started shouting. “What the hell happened?!” She looked down on her body. “Why the hell am I half-naked?!” She looked at Duncan. “Why the hell are آپ here with me half-naked also?!”
Courtney was so confused. She didn’t have a hangover, even though she never experienced them.
“You. Criminal. Window. Pervert. Confused,” Courtney کہا incoherently.
“You. Princess. Towel. Gorgeous. Lusty,” Duncan retorted playfully.
Courtney let out a loud, “Argh!” This stupid Duncan was totally playing around with her! How dare he treat me like I’m some entertainment machine?! He is so juvenile! she shouted internally.
Duncan laughed a bit. He thought Princess looked hot when she was angry.
Courtney glared frostily at him. “This is not a laughing matter! Did we have sexual intercourse?!” she shouted.
“Ew, don’t say ‘sexual intercourse’; you’re making sex seem boring when آپ say it like that.” Duncan shuddered.
Courtney ignored his immature comment. “So, we didn’t do anything…vile?”
“Unless آپ call ‘heavily making out’ vile.”
Courtney gasped out loud again. “My lips touched your toxic ones again?! This time, for a very long time?! And I allowed it?!” She smacked herself on the forehead, and then glared at Duncan, who was looking amused. “What did آپ make me drink?! Did آپ get me drunk?! آپ got me drunk!”
Duncan rolled his eyes at her. “Nobody can get drunk سے طرف کی سیب, ایپل cider, Princess. That’s a fact, and آپ should know that. Look, we didn’t do anything bad. This isn’t called rape یا sexual harassment, because one: you’re not underage; you’re nineteen, and two: آپ loved it.”
“I most certainly did not enjoy that activity we did last night!”
“Ugh, آپ just called making out an activity. Stop making everything sexy and fun boring.” He stared at her exposed سب, سب سے اوپر form. “But this is helpin’ me.”
Courtney quickly found her شرٹ, قمیض and put it on, making Duncan pout. Then she punched him in the gut.
“Damn! What the hell was that for, Princess?!” he yelled, hugging his stomach. “You freaking مککا, عجیب الخلقت hard!”
“That’s for being a total moron!” She huffed and went outside the room. She heard Duncan following her. “That exit obviously meant آپ can’t follow me. آپ should read my ‘Get away from me, آپ brainless pig’ aura, as well. Even the most persistent pervert can read that.”
Duncan whistled. “You’re pretty harsh, sweetheart—I like that a lot.” He suddenly put an arm around her casually. “So…wanna continue our activity?”
“Never! Not even in your dreams!” Courtney shrieked, roughly pushing away his arm.
“Courtney, it’s seven am in the morning, and you’re being annoyingly loud!” Gwen announced, tiredly coming out of Trent’s bedroom.
“And what were آپ kids doing in there?” Duncan asked suggestively. “Were آپ being safe? It was pretty quiet.”
Courtney smacked him on the back of his head.
Gwen smiled happily. “Thanks, Courtney. Finally there’s someone who can discipline this laid-back freak.” She started to make some coffee. “Courtney, do آپ want?”
Courtney groaned in satisfaction. “Yes, please. I want a lot of sugar in mine.”
“I smell coffee!” Geoff’s voice shouted from the bathroom. They all heard a flush, and then came out a messy-looking party boy. “I want some! I like it black.”
“Regular,” Duncan said, stroking Courtney’s arm when he sat beside her. Courtney scooted away from, glaring.
“Four scoops of sugar!” Bridgette shouted, putting on her jacket.
“Black for me and my man!” Leshawna yelled, dragging a sleepy Harold سے طرف کی the arm.
“Oooh! Make ours icy!” Lindsay کہا incoherently; she came out of the other bathroom, brushing her teeth with Beth.
“Owen and I want an espresso! We want it, because the name sounds so, so, so, so cool!” Izzy said, trying to wake Owen up from the floor.
“Make mine beautiful, like me,” Justin said, suddenly appearing from the kitchen. His entrance was very flashy, which irked Courtney. She hated bright, happy mornings.
“Regular please,” DJ کہا politely, holding a cute bunny in a baby way. “Oh, and Katie and Sadie went home, ‘cause they were going to do their ‘Annual Mani/Pedi Extravaganza.’”
Duncan muttered, “Good.”
“Jeez, I only asked Courtney if she wanted coffee, not everyone,” Gwen grumbled, sipping her coffee.
“Where’s Trent?” Bridgette asked. She, along with Courtney and Beth, were eating French ٹوسٹ courtesy of DJ.
“He’s sleeping,” Gwen replied simply.
Geoff chuckled. “He really partied hard tonight, eh, Duncan?”
Duncan smirked and bumped fists with Geoff. “Oh yeah, he definitely did. That’s somethin’ آپ don’t see from Trent much.”
Bridgette and Gwen smiled slyly at Courtney. Courtney looked at them with obvious suspicion in her eyes and gulped her food down nervously. She knew what they were going to ask.
“So, all of us saw آپ and Duncan ‘lip molding,’” Bridgette said, using Courtney’s words for “making out.”
“And آپ seemed to be enjoying it,” Gwen added, giving Courtney her coffee.
“I was drunk,” Courtney objected.
“It was just سیب, ایپل cider.”
“Apple cider can do things to you.”
“Oh, like make آپ make out with your supposedly arch-nemesis? I don’t think so, Court.”
“Yeah, man! I saw آپ and Mocha having some fun!” Geoff shouted, gorging down muffins. “It was almost like porn to me.”
“How do آپ know how porn looks like?” Bridgette asked suspiciously.
Geoff chuckled nervously. “Well…everyone knows how porn looks like…”
Lindsay squealed. “Ew! I don’t like that word! Stop saying it, Geoff! Yucky!” She covered her ears.
Courtney grimaced at Geoff; she never knew he was that type to do those things. Revolting.
Duncan, on the other hand, smirked. “Bridgette, some people just get curious,” he said, receiving a thankful smile from Geoff, “but…after curiosity… comes even مزید curiosity.”
Bridgette began scolding Geoff like a strict mother. She was livid, and that was a complete understatement.
Courtney narrowed her eyes at Duncan. “Look, I appreciate آپ being honest, but Geoff’s your best friend, and that doesn’t mean آپ can چوہا him out,” she scolded.
Duncan rolled his eyes. Princess is so mature, it gets annoying, he thought. “Well, babe, that’s how I am. Geoff knows that, and he won’t get mad at me. He knows that’s how I roll.” He put his arm around Courtney, smirking.
Courtney snorted in disgust and got off from the chair. She sat on one of the bar stools, اگلے to Lindsay.
“I am allergic to you. Stop putting your nauseating arm on me, Neanderthal,” she sneered.
Duncan was impressed quite a bit. He liked how Courtney had a wide range of vocabulary even though it sometimes gave him a headache. She was like a living dictionary یا something.
Lindsay spun around on the bar stool, looking at Courtney with confused eyes. “You’re allergic to what, Courtney?” she asked.
“Crap,” she answered, finishing all of her coffee.
“I thought آپ کہا آپ were allergic to Duncan,” Beth told Courtney. “I’m confused.”
“Duncan is crap,” Courtney کہا irritably. She wished she wasn’t here, and was at ہوم in her warm, soft bed, where it’s quiet and not full of Duncan.
Leshawna laughed out loud. “Courtney, girl, آپ are funny! Damn, I never knew آپ had a sense of humor! آپ should use that against the evil bimbo,” she suggested. Everyone knew she was talking about the evil Asian, Heather.
“I don’t want to cause trouble,” Courtney murmured. “Besides, she never did anything to me.”
“That’s true!” Gwen gasped. “Heather obviously did a lot of cruel tricks to practically all of us! She never once did anything to Courtney!”
“She did call Courtney an up-tight ho once,” Lindsay کہا quietly. She’s part of “Haters of the evil Asian” club. It could’ve been مزید creative, but the things that come out of Lindsay's mouth are the first things that pop into her mind.
Courtney was shocked. “What?” she snapped. “What did آپ just say, Lindsay?”
“Oh, hell no, she did not just call my Hispanic girl a ho! She’s a freaking hypocrite!” Leshawna yelled, absentmindedly squeezing Harold’s frail arm.
“My arm is being asphyxiated سے طرف کی your firm clutch, Leshawna!” Harold squeaked, biting his fist to resist yelping out in pain.
Duncan chuckled at the scene that was happening before him. First of all—and he cannot stop thinking this—he absolutely loved it when Courtney’s mad. When she heard that Heather called her an up-tight ho, she looked like she was about to tear someone’s head off! It made Duncan feel something, and it really turned him on. He was feeling immeasurably lusty.
“Hey, Harold, how does it feel like when your girlfriend is stronger than you?” Duncan laughed. “I bet آپ piss your pants off every time Leshawna gets pissed off!”
Leshawna glared at Duncan but looked a bit smug. “Harold, honey, what did آپ say? I’m what with your arm? I’m sorry, but my vocabulary’s not all that fancy like yours.”
“He کہا that you’re suffocating his arm سے طرف کی your tight grip,” Courtney explained, petting DJ’s bunny.
Leshawna gasped and started apologizing to her “Nerdy Gentleman.”
Courtney could feel the criminal’s eyes staring at her. It made her feel uncomfortable and tense under his gaze.
Before she could yell at Duncan for that, Lindsay interrupted سے طرف کی shouting, “Let’s play Truth یا Dare, guys!”
“In the freaking morning?” Gwen asked.
“Well, Truth یا Dare can be any morning!” Nobody understood what she meant سے طرف کی that. “We should have fun since almost all of us are here, right?! And…I am so bored!”
Courtney scowled. She hated juvenile games like these; it always caused problems, and it didn’t look fun at all to her.
Gwen grinned devilishly. “Okay,” she agreed. “But everyone has to play, right, Courtney?”
Courtney glared at her, and then smiled angelically. “No, Gwen, I do not wish to participate in that tiresome amusement. Thank آپ for implying that I shall join.”
Duncan snickered. “You sure are sarcastic, sunshine. And what, are آپ a chicken?”
“No! I’m just too mature for that immature game!”
“It’s not immature; it’s fun. Do آپ hate fun?”
“I do not! I like fun, but this is juvenile, not entertaining!”
“That’s what makes it entertaining, Princess. We act silly, but we have fun! It’s part of life. Come on, do this for all of your friends.” Duncan gestured toward the pleading looks of her companions.
Courtney groaned. “Fine,” she relented. “But you’re not my friend.”
Duncan snorted. “I know that—you’re my sex part—”
Courtney bonked him on the head hard, and pushed him on the ground roughly, where everyone was sitting. Bridgette brought one of the recycled سیب, ایپل cider bottles and placed it in the middle.
“Going green, eh?” Geoff snickered.
Bridgette glared at him, and so did Lindsay. They both didn’t say anything, because they didn’t have to. Geoff shrunk back in fear and remained silent.
“I’ll go first! And then Gwen!” Lindsay giggled.
“Why آپ first?” Duncan asked.
“’Cause I thought of the idea! And this whole get-together thingy is for Gwen, so that’s why, Dylan!”
Duncan growled. “It’s Duncan, not Dylan, آپ freaking b—”
Courtney covered his mouth, receiving a glare from Duncan, and watched Lindsay spin the bottle. It spun and spun until it stopped right in front of Harold.
“Why couldn’t it spin at me?” Justin asked. “Aren’t glass bottles attracted to attractive people? Hence the word attract?”
“Okay, we did not know what آپ just said,” Geoff said. “Glass bottles aren’t magnetic, right, Courtney?”
“No, they are not,” she answered.
“Okay! Harry! Truth یا Dare?!” Lindsay exclaimed.
Harold smiled. “Dare,” he کہا confidently.
“I thought آپ were going to be a wuss, Harold!” Duncan hollered teasingly, receiving laughter from some people.
Harold glared at Duncan and waited patiently for Lindsay, who was asking what dare she should pick from Beth.
“All righty, Harry! Ooh, that rhymes! Okay, okay! Your dare is to…” She went over to Harold and whispered it.
Harold looked aghast. “Lindsay, what did I ever do to you?! Do آپ want me to die?! I’m too young to die!” he shrieked.
“Harold, baby, what is it?” Leshawna asked. “It better not be to kiss some girl!”
“I—It’s not, Leshawna. It’s way worse!”
“How can kissing a chick be worse?” Geoff questioned. “That’s awesome!”
Courtney sighed impatiently. See what she means? This immature game was getting on her nerves. “Okay, just do the freaking dare, Harold!” she shouted.
“Um…” He gulped and took a deep breath. He mumbled quietly, “Calm my chakra down…” Then he inhaled and exhaled. “Okay… Duncan is lady-killer who should just admit that he swings the other way.”
Some were too afraid to laugh, but the girls, Courtney, Gwen, and Leshawna, thought otherwise. Duncan was fuming, and he was turning red.
Harold gasped, horrified. “That—that wasn’t what I was supposed to say! My chakra did that! It was supposed to be, ‘Duncan is a total loser and should just cry in a hole!’ That one’s less harsh!”
Duncan cracked his knuckles menacingly. “Harold, آپ should run right now, because I am not giving آپ a head start like last time,” he کہا in clenched teeth.
“But—but آپ didn’t give me a head start last time!” Harold shouted. “Duncan, wait! Wait—!” Duncan started to go after him, and Harold squealed and ran.
Leshawna was too busy laughing to even go and yell at Duncan to not beat up her Harold.
After a couple of girlie screams, Duncan finally came out, looking happy and smug. Harold was nowhere to be seen.
“Where’s Harold?” Bridgette asked.
Duncan smirked. “Somewhere, Malibu.”
“Okay, go, Gwen!” Leshawna cheered.
Gwen laughed and spun the bottle. She spun it pretty hard, so it took a long time before it stopped. After about thirty seconds, according to Courtney, it stopped right in front of…Courtney.
Courtney was not happy. “No. I will not. Hell no.”
Everybody—heck, even Duncan!—gave her a puppy-dog look. No matter how strict Courtney is, she’s also a sucker for that expression. Her دل wasn’t made of stone—unlike Heather.
Courtney growled. “Fine! I’ll pick dare!”
Gwen’s face turned evil-looking. It made Courtney a bit frightened. She knew Gwen was the master of creepy things, other than Duncan, she supposed.
“Nice choice, Courtney. That makes me really happy—and it will make other people happy, as well.” Gwen grinned knowingly. “’Kay…I dare آپ to make out with Duncan in the room until I let آپ guys out.”
“No!” Courtney yelled. “I already did it once last night unfortunately, and I’m not doing it again! No!”
Duncan was feeling elated. Thank you, my Gothic friend, he thought happily. He smirked at Courtney, who was still complaining. That’s right, get her fired up—much مزید aggressive.
“Come on, Court!” Bridgette pleaded. “If آپ love us, then آپ will! Please?” She jutted out her lower lip.
That struck Courtney. Bridgette really did well. She played the “love” card, and she did the irresistible look.
Courtney grabbed Duncan violently سے طرف کی the arm, and literally dragged him to the room. They both heard Gwen and the others following them, laughing silently. Duncan and Courtney went inside the room, and they heard ruffling sounds and stuff against the door.
Courtney didn’t dare look at Duncan. She knew he was smirking and looking at her with perverted eyes. He was too predictable. Why the heck did she agree to do this obscene activity?
Suddenly Duncan grabbed her and smashed his lips against hers. Courtney struggled against his grip violently, irritating him. Why the hell can’t she just stop being so stubborn and kiss me, damn it?
“Just do the freaking dare and kiss me, Princess,” he mumbled incoherently against her lips. “Stop struggling—you’re too strong for a girl, آپ know.”
“Let—let go of me…” She relented and kissed him back.
Duncan smirked and pushed Courtney against the دیوار quickly. He started to kiss her neck up and down, to her jaw. She heard her moan quietly, and he loved that sound.
Courtney felt Duncan’s hands go under her shirt, and she didn’t even stop him. Duncan was such a great kisser, and for some strange reason, she trusted him not to do anything vile to her. She even always thought that lip molding was disgusting, but it was actually sensational to her. This was definitely not what Courtney expected at all.
Duncan and Courtney headed down onto the bed, both shirtless—which was unnoticeable to both of them. They kept making out, not having a care in the world.
Courtney slipped her tongue into his, and she felt his tongue piercing; it was cold, and she liked it.
They both didn’t hear the door open.
“Okay, guys that’s…enough… Wow…,” they both heard Gwen say. “Um… Yeah, آپ guys can… Hello? Duncan? Court? آپ guys!”
“Shut up!” they both shouted in unison, lips still glued together.
“Jeez, fine. Hey, guys, we shouldn’t interrupt them! They’re having a lot of fun!”
The door closed.
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“Did آپ know that you’re aggressive when آپ kiss me, Princess?” Duncan inquired, slipping on his T-shirt. They didn’t have sex; they just made out for a very long time. Which was weird.
Courtney blushed. “Shut up,” she muttered, slipping on her T-shirt, as well. “It doesn’t mean anything, آپ know, okay?”
He held out his large hand. “Friends with benefits?” he offered.
Courtney grimaced. “Yuck, that sounds completely horrendous. No freaking way, Duncan.”
“Well, we can’t be just دوستوں who make out whenever they want to. That sounds kinky…though I like it a bit.”
“You are such a lecherous human being. It’s not even normal, but I don’t think you’re normal, so it’s normal for me.”
That perplexed Duncan. “I don’t get it.”
Courtney laughed and left the room. Everyone seemed normal. Geoff and DJ were playing videogames; Owen was devouring a huge plate of food; Izzy was talking vivaciously to Owen; Gwen, Leshawna, and Bridgette were talking on the sofa; and Lindsay and Beth were on the computer, giggling about some cute vampire dude.
“Where’s Justin?” Courtney asked. “He left?”
Bridgette nodded. “Yeah. Apparently he had some important تصویر shoot about abs یا something.” Then she smirked. Ugh, everyone’s always smirking, Courtney thought. “You and Duncan kissed for almost an hour, آپ know.”
Wow, it seemed longer than that. “Oh, my gosh, that’s so amazing,” she muttered sarcastically.
She saw Duncan come in, looking flushed, and his mohawk looked a bit messy. He winked at her and headed towards Geoff and DJ.
“What was that wink for?” Gwen asked curiously.
Courtney smirked. “Secret,” she sang.
All of a sudden, everyone heard a yell.
“Why the heck is Harold اگلے to me in بستر half-naked, with tidy-whities?!”
Duncan woke up in a daze. He didn’t have a hangover luckily. Apparently Trent lied about having wine at the party. It was freaking سیب, ایپل cider, Duncan thought bitterly. He should’ve known.
He felt something soft snuggle against him. He looked down and his eyes widened.
It was Princess; she was sleeping peacefully اگلے to him. He knew they didn’t do anything; he only remembered heavily making out with her.
Duncan smirked. Princess is aggressive, he thought smugly.
Then he started to blush. Duncan does not blush.
Princess wasn’t wearing a shirt! She was still wearing her black shorts, but… He didn’t even remember taking off her shirt! Princess will kill him for sure.
But, Duncan thought positively, at least I get to see some of her rack. What is she—a size C? D?
He couldn’t see because her سب, سب سے اوپر form is covered سے طرف کی her arm, only دکھانا her flat, smooth stomach. This is literally the best morning Duncan ever woke up to.
Princess started to اقدام around suddenly. Crap, she’s waking up, he thought. Her eyelids fluttered open, دکھانا her piercing onyx eyes. She looked around groggily, and then after a while, gasped aloud.
“What the—?!” Courtney started shouting. “What the hell happened?!” She looked down on her body. “Why the hell am I half-naked?!” She looked at Duncan. “Why the hell are آپ here with me half-naked also?!”
Courtney was so confused. She didn’t have a hangover, even though she never experienced them.
“You. Criminal. Window. Pervert. Confused,” Courtney کہا incoherently.
“You. Princess. Towel. Gorgeous. Lusty,” Duncan retorted playfully.
Courtney let out a loud, “Argh!” This stupid Duncan was totally playing around with her! How dare he treat me like I’m some entertainment machine?! He is so juvenile! she shouted internally.
Duncan laughed a bit. He thought Princess looked hot when she was angry.
Courtney glared frostily at him. “This is not a laughing matter! Did we have sexual intercourse?!” she shouted.
“Ew, don’t say ‘sexual intercourse’; you’re making sex seem boring when آپ say it like that.” Duncan shuddered.
Courtney ignored his immature comment. “So, we didn’t do anything…vile?”
“Unless آپ call ‘heavily making out’ vile.”
Courtney gasped out loud again. “My lips touched your toxic ones again?! This time, for a very long time?! And I allowed it?!” She smacked herself on the forehead, and then glared at Duncan, who was looking amused. “What did آپ make me drink?! Did آپ get me drunk?! آپ got me drunk!”
Duncan rolled his eyes at her. “Nobody can get drunk سے طرف کی سیب, ایپل cider, Princess. That’s a fact, and آپ should know that. Look, we didn’t do anything bad. This isn’t called rape یا sexual harassment, because one: you’re not underage; you’re nineteen, and two: آپ loved it.”
“I most certainly did not enjoy that activity we did last night!”
“Ugh, آپ just called making out an activity. Stop making everything sexy and fun boring.” He stared at her exposed سب, سب سے اوپر form. “But this is helpin’ me.”
Courtney quickly found her شرٹ, قمیض and put it on, making Duncan pout. Then she punched him in the gut.
“Damn! What the hell was that for, Princess?!” he yelled, hugging his stomach. “You freaking مککا, عجیب الخلقت hard!”
“That’s for being a total moron!” She huffed and went outside the room. She heard Duncan following her. “That exit obviously meant آپ can’t follow me. آپ should read my ‘Get away from me, آپ brainless pig’ aura, as well. Even the most persistent pervert can read that.”
Duncan whistled. “You’re pretty harsh, sweetheart—I like that a lot.” He suddenly put an arm around her casually. “So…wanna continue our activity?”
“Never! Not even in your dreams!” Courtney shrieked, roughly pushing away his arm.
“Courtney, it’s seven am in the morning, and you’re being annoyingly loud!” Gwen announced, tiredly coming out of Trent’s bedroom.
“And what were آپ kids doing in there?” Duncan asked suggestively. “Were آپ being safe? It was pretty quiet.”
Courtney smacked him on the back of his head.
Gwen smiled happily. “Thanks, Courtney. Finally there’s someone who can discipline this laid-back freak.” She started to make some coffee. “Courtney, do آپ want?”
Courtney groaned in satisfaction. “Yes, please. I want a lot of sugar in mine.”
“I smell coffee!” Geoff’s voice shouted from the bathroom. They all heard a flush, and then came out a messy-looking party boy. “I want some! I like it black.”
“Regular,” Duncan said, stroking Courtney’s arm when he sat beside her. Courtney scooted away from, glaring.
“Four scoops of sugar!” Bridgette shouted, putting on her jacket.
“Black for me and my man!” Leshawna yelled, dragging a sleepy Harold سے طرف کی the arm.
“Oooh! Make ours icy!” Lindsay کہا incoherently; she came out of the other bathroom, brushing her teeth with Beth.
“Owen and I want an espresso! We want it, because the name sounds so, so, so, so cool!” Izzy said, trying to wake Owen up from the floor.
“Make mine beautiful, like me,” Justin said, suddenly appearing from the kitchen. His entrance was very flashy, which irked Courtney. She hated bright, happy mornings.
“Regular please,” DJ کہا politely, holding a cute bunny in a baby way. “Oh, and Katie and Sadie went home, ‘cause they were going to do their ‘Annual Mani/Pedi Extravaganza.’”
Duncan muttered, “Good.”
“Jeez, I only asked Courtney if she wanted coffee, not everyone,” Gwen grumbled, sipping her coffee.
“Where’s Trent?” Bridgette asked. She, along with Courtney and Beth, were eating French ٹوسٹ courtesy of DJ.
“He’s sleeping,” Gwen replied simply.
Geoff chuckled. “He really partied hard tonight, eh, Duncan?”
Duncan smirked and bumped fists with Geoff. “Oh yeah, he definitely did. That’s somethin’ آپ don’t see from Trent much.”
Bridgette and Gwen smiled slyly at Courtney. Courtney looked at them with obvious suspicion in her eyes and gulped her food down nervously. She knew what they were going to ask.
“So, all of us saw آپ and Duncan ‘lip molding,’” Bridgette said, using Courtney’s words for “making out.”
“And آپ seemed to be enjoying it,” Gwen added, giving Courtney her coffee.
“I was drunk,” Courtney objected.
“It was just سیب, ایپل cider.”
“Apple cider can do things to you.”
“Oh, like make آپ make out with your supposedly arch-nemesis? I don’t think so, Court.”
“Yeah, man! I saw آپ and Mocha having some fun!” Geoff shouted, gorging down muffins. “It was almost like porn to me.”
“How do آپ know how porn looks like?” Bridgette asked suspiciously.
Geoff chuckled nervously. “Well…everyone knows how porn looks like…”
Lindsay squealed. “Ew! I don’t like that word! Stop saying it, Geoff! Yucky!” She covered her ears.
Courtney grimaced at Geoff; she never knew he was that type to do those things. Revolting.
Duncan, on the other hand, smirked. “Bridgette, some people just get curious,” he said, receiving a thankful smile from Geoff, “but…after curiosity… comes even مزید curiosity.”
Bridgette began scolding Geoff like a strict mother. She was livid, and that was a complete understatement.
Courtney narrowed her eyes at Duncan. “Look, I appreciate آپ being honest, but Geoff’s your best friend, and that doesn’t mean آپ can چوہا him out,” she scolded.
Duncan rolled his eyes. Princess is so mature, it gets annoying, he thought. “Well, babe, that’s how I am. Geoff knows that, and he won’t get mad at me. He knows that’s how I roll.” He put his arm around Courtney, smirking.
Courtney snorted in disgust and got off from the chair. She sat on one of the bar stools, اگلے to Lindsay.
“I am allergic to you. Stop putting your nauseating arm on me, Neanderthal,” she sneered.
Duncan was impressed quite a bit. He liked how Courtney had a wide range of vocabulary even though it sometimes gave him a headache. She was like a living dictionary یا something.
Lindsay spun around on the bar stool, looking at Courtney with confused eyes. “You’re allergic to what, Courtney?” she asked.
“Crap,” she answered, finishing all of her coffee.
“I thought آپ کہا آپ were allergic to Duncan,” Beth told Courtney. “I’m confused.”
“Duncan is crap,” Courtney کہا irritably. She wished she wasn’t here, and was at ہوم in her warm, soft bed, where it’s quiet and not full of Duncan.
Leshawna laughed out loud. “Courtney, girl, آپ are funny! Damn, I never knew آپ had a sense of humor! آپ should use that against the evil bimbo,” she suggested. Everyone knew she was talking about the evil Asian, Heather.
“I don’t want to cause trouble,” Courtney murmured. “Besides, she never did anything to me.”
“That’s true!” Gwen gasped. “Heather obviously did a lot of cruel tricks to practically all of us! She never once did anything to Courtney!”
“She did call Courtney an up-tight ho once,” Lindsay کہا quietly. She’s part of “Haters of the evil Asian” club. It could’ve been مزید creative, but the things that come out of Lindsay's mouth are the first things that pop into her mind.
Courtney was shocked. “What?” she snapped. “What did آپ just say, Lindsay?”
“Oh, hell no, she did not just call my Hispanic girl a ho! She’s a freaking hypocrite!” Leshawna yelled, absentmindedly squeezing Harold’s frail arm.
“My arm is being asphyxiated سے طرف کی your firm clutch, Leshawna!” Harold squeaked, biting his fist to resist yelping out in pain.
Duncan chuckled at the scene that was happening before him. First of all—and he cannot stop thinking this—he absolutely loved it when Courtney’s mad. When she heard that Heather called her an up-tight ho, she looked like she was about to tear someone’s head off! It made Duncan feel something, and it really turned him on. He was feeling immeasurably lusty.
“Hey, Harold, how does it feel like when your girlfriend is stronger than you?” Duncan laughed. “I bet آپ piss your pants off every time Leshawna gets pissed off!”
Leshawna glared at Duncan but looked a bit smug. “Harold, honey, what did آپ say? I’m what with your arm? I’m sorry, but my vocabulary’s not all that fancy like yours.”
“He کہا that you’re suffocating his arm سے طرف کی your tight grip,” Courtney explained, petting DJ’s bunny.
Leshawna gasped and started apologizing to her “Nerdy Gentleman.”
Courtney could feel the criminal’s eyes staring at her. It made her feel uncomfortable and tense under his gaze.
Before she could yell at Duncan for that, Lindsay interrupted سے طرف کی shouting, “Let’s play Truth یا Dare, guys!”
“In the freaking morning?” Gwen asked.
“Well, Truth یا Dare can be any morning!” Nobody understood what she meant سے طرف کی that. “We should have fun since almost all of us are here, right?! And…I am so bored!”
Courtney scowled. She hated juvenile games like these; it always caused problems, and it didn’t look fun at all to her.
Gwen grinned devilishly. “Okay,” she agreed. “But everyone has to play, right, Courtney?”
Courtney glared at her, and then smiled angelically. “No, Gwen, I do not wish to participate in that tiresome amusement. Thank آپ for implying that I shall join.”
Duncan snickered. “You sure are sarcastic, sunshine. And what, are آپ a chicken?”
“No! I’m just too mature for that immature game!”
“It’s not immature; it’s fun. Do آپ hate fun?”
“I do not! I like fun, but this is juvenile, not entertaining!”
“That’s what makes it entertaining, Princess. We act silly, but we have fun! It’s part of life. Come on, do this for all of your friends.” Duncan gestured toward the pleading looks of her companions.
Courtney groaned. “Fine,” she relented. “But you’re not my friend.”
Duncan snorted. “I know that—you’re my sex part—”
Courtney bonked him on the head hard, and pushed him on the ground roughly, where everyone was sitting. Bridgette brought one of the recycled سیب, ایپل cider bottles and placed it in the middle.
“Going green, eh?” Geoff snickered.
Bridgette glared at him, and so did Lindsay. They both didn’t say anything, because they didn’t have to. Geoff shrunk back in fear and remained silent.
“I’ll go first! And then Gwen!” Lindsay giggled.
“Why آپ first?” Duncan asked.
“’Cause I thought of the idea! And this whole get-together thingy is for Gwen, so that’s why, Dylan!”
Duncan growled. “It’s Duncan, not Dylan, آپ freaking b—”
Courtney covered his mouth, receiving a glare from Duncan, and watched Lindsay spin the bottle. It spun and spun until it stopped right in front of Harold.
“Why couldn’t it spin at me?” Justin asked. “Aren’t glass bottles attracted to attractive people? Hence the word attract?”
“Okay, we did not know what آپ just said,” Geoff said. “Glass bottles aren’t magnetic, right, Courtney?”
“No, they are not,” she answered.
“Okay! Harry! Truth یا Dare?!” Lindsay exclaimed.
Harold smiled. “Dare,” he کہا confidently.
“I thought آپ were going to be a wuss, Harold!” Duncan hollered teasingly, receiving laughter from some people.
Harold glared at Duncan and waited patiently for Lindsay, who was asking what dare she should pick from Beth.
“All righty, Harry! Ooh, that rhymes! Okay, okay! Your dare is to…” She went over to Harold and whispered it.
Harold looked aghast. “Lindsay, what did I ever do to you?! Do آپ want me to die?! I’m too young to die!” he shrieked.
“Harold, baby, what is it?” Leshawna asked. “It better not be to kiss some girl!”
“I—It’s not, Leshawna. It’s way worse!”
“How can kissing a chick be worse?” Geoff questioned. “That’s awesome!”
Courtney sighed impatiently. See what she means? This immature game was getting on her nerves. “Okay, just do the freaking dare, Harold!” she shouted.
“Um…” He gulped and took a deep breath. He mumbled quietly, “Calm my chakra down…” Then he inhaled and exhaled. “Okay… Duncan is lady-killer who should just admit that he swings the other way.”
Some were too afraid to laugh, but the girls, Courtney, Gwen, and Leshawna, thought otherwise. Duncan was fuming, and he was turning red.
Harold gasped, horrified. “That—that wasn’t what I was supposed to say! My chakra did that! It was supposed to be, ‘Duncan is a total loser and should just cry in a hole!’ That one’s less harsh!”
Duncan cracked his knuckles menacingly. “Harold, آپ should run right now, because I am not giving آپ a head start like last time,” he کہا in clenched teeth.
“But—but آپ didn’t give me a head start last time!” Harold shouted. “Duncan, wait! Wait—!” Duncan started to go after him, and Harold squealed and ran.
Leshawna was too busy laughing to even go and yell at Duncan to not beat up her Harold.
After a couple of girlie screams, Duncan finally came out, looking happy and smug. Harold was nowhere to be seen.
“Where’s Harold?” Bridgette asked.
Duncan smirked. “Somewhere, Malibu.”
“Okay, go, Gwen!” Leshawna cheered.
Gwen laughed and spun the bottle. She spun it pretty hard, so it took a long time before it stopped. After about thirty seconds, according to Courtney, it stopped right in front of…Courtney.
Courtney was not happy. “No. I will not. Hell no.”
Everybody—heck, even Duncan!—gave her a puppy-dog look. No matter how strict Courtney is, she’s also a sucker for that expression. Her دل wasn’t made of stone—unlike Heather.
Courtney growled. “Fine! I’ll pick dare!”
Gwen’s face turned evil-looking. It made Courtney a bit frightened. She knew Gwen was the master of creepy things, other than Duncan, she supposed.
“Nice choice, Courtney. That makes me really happy—and it will make other people happy, as well.” Gwen grinned knowingly. “’Kay…I dare آپ to make out with Duncan in the room until I let آپ guys out.”
“No!” Courtney yelled. “I already did it once last night unfortunately, and I’m not doing it again! No!”
Duncan was feeling elated. Thank you, my Gothic friend, he thought happily. He smirked at Courtney, who was still complaining. That’s right, get her fired up—much مزید aggressive.
“Come on, Court!” Bridgette pleaded. “If آپ love us, then آپ will! Please?” She jutted out her lower lip.
That struck Courtney. Bridgette really did well. She played the “love” card, and she did the irresistible look.
Courtney grabbed Duncan violently سے طرف کی the arm, and literally dragged him to the room. They both heard Gwen and the others following them, laughing silently. Duncan and Courtney went inside the room, and they heard ruffling sounds and stuff against the door.
Courtney didn’t dare look at Duncan. She knew he was smirking and looking at her with perverted eyes. He was too predictable. Why the heck did she agree to do this obscene activity?
Suddenly Duncan grabbed her and smashed his lips against hers. Courtney struggled against his grip violently, irritating him. Why the hell can’t she just stop being so stubborn and kiss me, damn it?
“Just do the freaking dare and kiss me, Princess,” he mumbled incoherently against her lips. “Stop struggling—you’re too strong for a girl, آپ know.”
“Let—let go of me…” She relented and kissed him back.
Duncan smirked and pushed Courtney against the دیوار quickly. He started to kiss her neck up and down, to her jaw. She heard her moan quietly, and he loved that sound.
Courtney felt Duncan’s hands go under her shirt, and she didn’t even stop him. Duncan was such a great kisser, and for some strange reason, she trusted him not to do anything vile to her. She even always thought that lip molding was disgusting, but it was actually sensational to her. This was definitely not what Courtney expected at all.
Duncan and Courtney headed down onto the bed, both shirtless—which was unnoticeable to both of them. They kept making out, not having a care in the world.
Courtney slipped her tongue into his, and she felt his tongue piercing; it was cold, and she liked it.
They both didn’t hear the door open.
“Okay, guys that’s…enough… Wow…,” they both heard Gwen say. “Um… Yeah, آپ guys can… Hello? Duncan? Court? آپ guys!”
“Shut up!” they both shouted in unison, lips still glued together.
“Jeez, fine. Hey, guys, we shouldn’t interrupt them! They’re having a lot of fun!”
The door closed.
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“Did آپ know that you’re aggressive when آپ kiss me, Princess?” Duncan inquired, slipping on his T-shirt. They didn’t have sex; they just made out for a very long time. Which was weird.
Courtney blushed. “Shut up,” she muttered, slipping on her T-shirt, as well. “It doesn’t mean anything, آپ know, okay?”
He held out his large hand. “Friends with benefits?” he offered.
Courtney grimaced. “Yuck, that sounds completely horrendous. No freaking way, Duncan.”
“Well, we can’t be just دوستوں who make out whenever they want to. That sounds kinky…though I like it a bit.”
“You are such a lecherous human being. It’s not even normal, but I don’t think you’re normal, so it’s normal for me.”
That perplexed Duncan. “I don’t get it.”
Courtney laughed and left the room. Everyone seemed normal. Geoff and DJ were playing videogames; Owen was devouring a huge plate of food; Izzy was talking vivaciously to Owen; Gwen, Leshawna, and Bridgette were talking on the sofa; and Lindsay and Beth were on the computer, giggling about some cute vampire dude.
“Where’s Justin?” Courtney asked. “He left?”
Bridgette nodded. “Yeah. Apparently he had some important تصویر shoot about abs یا something.” Then she smirked. Ugh, everyone’s always smirking, Courtney thought. “You and Duncan kissed for almost an hour, آپ know.”
Wow, it seemed longer than that. “Oh, my gosh, that’s so amazing,” she muttered sarcastically.
She saw Duncan come in, looking flushed, and his mohawk looked a bit messy. He winked at her and headed towards Geoff and DJ.
“What was that wink for?” Gwen asked curiously.
Courtney smirked. “Secret,” she sang.
All of a sudden, everyone heard a yell.
“Why the heck is Harold اگلے to me in بستر half-naked, with tidy-whities?!”