Well, maybe I'll just update this once more. :P

BUT this will be the last one. (: 'coz I'd rather this as a twoshot than a whole series of oneshots...I'm already stressed enough when it comes to writing as it is (well, not entirely, but I don't want to be XD). Personally I like this better just as the first chapter, by itself, but if you're a die-hard D/C fan then please read this. (: It's kinda mushy, but mushy's usually good I guess. :P

Anyway, please enjoy. (:

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TDI.

Check yes Juliet, are you with me?
Rain is falling down on the sidewalk
I won't go until you come outside

Courtney grabbed a sheet of some formal stationary paper and wrote, furiously:

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Dear Mrs. Sandra Brookefield, editor-in-chief of Seventeen I presume;

Your quiz in your latest issue, specifically on page twenty-four concluding on page twenty-five, I have to say, sucked, maam, (I'm saying this with no intention of offense.)

I'm sorry, but it does not make any logical sense, whatsoever. How can such a sensible, promising young woman like myself receive 'Type Bad Boy', may I ask?

You will need to re-edit that for your next issue, as I guarantee you, I am not the only sharp individual who may catch up on this little trick you've pulled on us all. Please, have this fixed immediately, or this might cause you your career.

And in no way at all am I trying to put you down. I care, if you please, and this is just a mere warning. Because it's most likely people will catch on.

I for one, was exceedingly shocked with my results. I mean, like noted earlier, there is no way I could've gotten 'delinquent' for my 'type'. And you can only imagine, how insanely hard it is for somebody so shrewd and wise to learn that her supposed soulmate would be completely against her beliefs. Because let me tell you, if you have trouble feeling my pain, that it's hard.

So please, for yours and the sake of others,

Fix it. Now.

With all due respect,

Courtney-Anne Evans

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Finally satisfied, she sealed it off and was just about to convince Chef into mailing it, when-

"Just face it princess," said the mysterious voice out of no where, "The stupid magazine says we're meant to be."

Courtney automatically turned to face the mysterious voice of nowhere, who was undoubtedly Duncan sitting at the window sill, damp from Tuesday's rainfall. "I refuse to believe a word in that magazine. Maybe some girls follow every trend in the magazine, actually keep in mind their results on some lame little quiz, but I'm not of them." Mentally she added, And what exactly are you doing at my window? Out in the freezing rain…are you stupid? You could catch a cold…

And her heart skipped a beat and a half as she suddenly thought: And how long exactly have you been out there? She'd gotten changed after a much-needed afternoon swim just before she decided to skip dinner to write that letter…

She asked him in a distressed sort of way, and she felt drops of haze chill parts of her neck. "How long have you been out here?"

"Awhile." He smirked, then laughed it off. "And no, princess, as enjoyable as that might've been, I wasn't."

Courtney blushed. N-no! I can't be blushing! That's impossible…I should be furious with him by now! Something is totally wrong with me..

Duncan shrugged, composed as ever. "You know, I honestly don't think you would've written the letter if you didn't believe what it said, no matter how stupid you thought it was."

"That isn't true," her voice cracked and all of a sudden she wasn't completely sure of herself anymore. C'mon, Courtney. You're a CIT! Pull yourself together now..

He jumped off the window, about seven feet high. "Look, when you finally understand what exactly you want, I'll be interested in your answer, alright?" Duncan turned to walk away, but paused abruptly. "By the way, there's something waiting for you at your door."

She could've sworn he was grinning.

At her feet waiting for her by the door, was a bouquet of roses that Courtney assumed he had picked exclusively at Chris' deluxe garden selection. A folded note was tucked into the wrapper, with Princess written on it.

I'm guessing girls like roses. It said in your magazine.

Ignorant, Courtney decided, but sickeningly sweet at the same time.

Back inside, she picked up the envelope. And tossed it outside, letting it sag in the freezing rain.

Something is definitely wrong with me… She laid back onto her bed and took the magazine out. In a few minutes her Bass roommates would have returned from Chef's pity dinner party down at the beach, and Courtney realized that they wouldn't have to know. It'd be her secret. Between her and Duncan.

Because nothing really happened.

I mean, nothing yet.

Check yes Juliet, I'll be waiting
Wishing, wanting; Yours for the taking
Just sneak out; And don't tell a soul goodbye

Well I hope you liked it. (: And if anyone's wondering, the lyrics are from the song 'Check Yes Juliet' (pretty obvious) by 'We The Kings'. And yes, Parody, I wrote that letter you were talking about.!

This kinda reminded me of that G/B oneshot I wrote...ehm, sue me for lack of better ideas, hehe.

My next update will probably be Chap10 of STHD, which should be up this weekend. So yeah. R&R!

Thanks.

- Trish