Alright everyone! Here is my next update, this chapter is more 'pg-13' than other haha. i hope you guys enjoy it! Thanks for everything, reading, reviewing, everything. I love you all so much! Peace and love everyone

Courtney P.O.V.

I don't think I have ever been this nervous before. No, I know I have never been this nervous before. In fact, my hands were shaking just moments before. I had to sit in the black leather chair in my living room. I tugged at the hemline of my black skirt, as if it would appear a little longer by the inch.

My leg was bouncing up and down, my black heel hitting the hardwood floor each time. My small silver purse was on the kitchen table. I clutched my cell phone in my right hand waiting for Duncan to call. Or text, or something.

I heard the ring of the door bell, and I glanced down at my phone thinking it was a text. When I realized it was the doorbell I immediately jumped up, and grabbed my purse off the kitchen table, and walked to the front hall closet. I grabbed my navy blue petticoat, and opened my front door.

Duncan looked different. He looked older, he looked cleaner, he looked…hot. I bit my lip, and walked out the front door locking the door behind me. "You look good." he commented.

"Not too shabby, yourself." I hid my smirk in the dark as we walked to his car. We reached for my door handle at the same time. I grabbed it first, and his hand went immediately to his neck. "Uhm, okay." He mumbled, walking around the car and letting himself into the drivers seat.

I raised my eyebrows, and slid into the car. I put on my seat belt, and caught Duncan staring at my legs. Not just looking, but staring. Any other time I could be completely, and utterly disgusted by this. But, for some strange reason. I'm not tonight.

When Duncan realized I knew he was looking at my legs, he cleared his throat, and started the car up pulling away from my house, and out of my neighborhood. You couldn't hear anything besides the low hum of the engine. If I could only know what he was thinking.

I leaned my head against the closed window, and watched my surroundings as we passed by. My surroundings becoming a blur with each passing moment. I heard a click, and then music came on through the radio. Some awful, hideous, 'head-banding'

scream-o music flew through the car.

Duncan drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove. I reached over and moved the dial, changing the station. Duncan's eyes popped open, and he looked at me.

"Whoa, babe what are you doing?"

"I'm changing the station." I answer calmly.

"W-why?" He asks, and continued driving keeping his eyes on the road.

"I don't like scream-o music." I answer.

"Oh." He says flatly. I settled on a classical music station, and watched as Duncan's fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Well, he's being nice. So maybe I should bend a little. I shut the radio off, and leaned back into my seat.

"Why'd you do that?" He asks.

"I don't want to fight."

"But, we're not." He said hesitantly.

"Yeah, but let's just leave the radio off." I say not bothering to explain.

He did not respond, and he kept driving. I observed his outfit in the dark. Dark pressed jeans, with no signs of holes or tears in them. A white button down collar shirt, with no stains, and a loose green tie. Duncan pulled is car into a small parking lot, shutting his car off. "We're here." He says, pulling the keys out of the ignition and dropping them in his ashtray.

I unbuckled myself, and he leaned on his side to open his car door. With his hand on the handle, I said "Wait, Duncan." He looked over, and I pulled him forward by his tie. His voice got shaky, "W-what?" I've never seen him like this. Such a wreck.

"Your tie. Let me fix it." Duncan leaned in more, and I undid his tie, and redid it for him. I straightened it out, and ran my fingers over it, before letting it fall against his chest.

"All set." I whispered, leaning back slowly.

"Wait." he murmured. I did not stop looking at Duncan. I stared into his teal eyes, from when he was sitting in his seat, from when he started leaning in, but I shut my eyes when he actually kissed me.

It started soft, and gentle. As if he was going slow because he was not sure how I would react, but I guess I responded eagerly because the kiss quickly became rough. His lips tasted like…well spearmint. Out of all of the times we kissed, he always tasted vile, and dirty. But, tonight is different. Everything is different.

His hand snaked up, and knotted in my hair, while his other hand was on the back of my neck. Almost like he was holding me incase I wanted to escape. But, I didn't want to escape. In fact, I wanted to stay right here for a long time.

My hands held his face, closer to mine as we kept mashing our lips together. Duncan pulled back, and started loosening his tie, and lunged back in for another kiss. My hands slid down from his face to his chest, and he pulled me closer. I broke the kiss for air, and I started breathing heavily, as did he.

He ran his fingers through his hair, and took a breath. "Let's go eat." Duncan opened the car door nervously, and I did the same following beside him into the restaurant.

I've never been to this place before, but it is small and not full at all. But it is private. The lighting was dim, yet it is cozy here. The hostess led Duncan and I to a small booth toward the back of the restaurant. Private, and snug.

I sat across from Duncan and the waitress handed his menus, and walked away. Duncan's tie is undone…again. I blush remembering making out with him in the car. I don't even know how that happened, it's like we have had some silent attraction to one another all night, and it is driving me to the break of insanity.

Duncan P.O.V

Wow. W-o-w. I can't even begin to comprehend what the fuck just happened in the car, but it was friggen hot. I can't even concentrate on the menu, I keep glancing up at Courtney. I wish her shirt line was lower. A lot lower.

"Have you decided what you would like to order?" I snap back, the waiter is holding a pen and small notepad waiting for our order. Courtney ordered something, that I didn't even hear. I am so out of it right now, "I'll have what she ordered." I say. The waiter takes our menus, and walks out of our sight.

Courtney looks at me. "What?" I ask.

"Nothing. I'm just looking at you." She replies.

"Yeah, why?"

"I don't know." She smiles.

I give a small smile back. Honesty time? I have been like this all day. Nervous, sweaty, a wreck. I'm never like this either, besides I'm with Courtney. If this was any other girl this would be like cake. But, I don't know. When I'm with Courtney everything is different. Yeah, and as difficult as Hell. I reminded myself. But, I guess she isn't always like that. Take twenty minutes ago for example.

"This is weird." I groan. Did I just say that out loud?

She frowns, "Why?""Because…it's us, princess. Oil and water, fire and ice, good and bad, perfect, and imperfect."

"You think I'm perfect?"

"Well…you're the closest to perfection I know." I shrug carelessly.

"Thanks." She blushed, and took a sip of her water.

I don't say anything. What do I say anyways? This shouldn't be as awkward as it feels, I want it to be easier. I wonder if she thinks this is as weird as I think it is.

Two hours later after we finish eating, we drove around for a long time and parked on one of the highest peaks in the city. The city was close by to our hometown, so with all of the streetlights on, we could see the overview of our city pretty well.

The view was great, well what I saw of it anyways. Fifteen minutes after I parked Princess and I began going at it. Again. We were in the back seat this time, I threw everything that was on my leather seats, (CDs, random magazines, newspaper, some books, lighters, some textbooks) onto the floor. She was underneath me, and she began pulling my tie off. She slipped it over my head and dropped it onto the floor. We began making out, her lips moving a little faster than mine, somewhat rushed, almost.

She had one hand on my cheek, then other on my back pulling me closer to her. I know I weigh like, forty pounds more than her I don't want to crush her, jeeze. I put one hand on her stomach, the other on her thigh, holding her underneath me. She entered her tongue into my mouth, now things are getting…freaky. In a good way, I started fumbling with the button her jeans, and she pulled back.

We were both breathing rapidly fast, when she caught her breath she said, "What do you think you're doing?""Uh…" I mumbled.

"Don't." She whispered.

"Fine." I agreed and leaned in again to pick up where we left off.

She put her hand on my chest, and pushed back lightly. "Duncan, can you just…drive me home?"

I looked in her eyes, brown, small, worried. I slowly eased off her. I got out of the car, and walked around to the front seat. Courtney remained in the back seat, she sat up and put on her seat belt.

I could use a cigarette now. I've only smoked once in my life like three years ago. I didn't like it, but I could use one now. I start driving to Courtney's house, it's quiet. I glance in the rearview mirror, Courtney traced her finger in a circle on the leather seat.

What did I do? I stopped didn't I? I did. So what the fuck is going on now?

Thanks for everything, i love you with all of my heart