Oneshot Party! Doo do do do do do dodo do do do do do DOOO!!!! Here is a collection of DxC oneshots! Some take place during TDI, after TDI, at Playa des Losers, before TDA, after TDA, during TDA, or in cases when neither one happened. Each oneshot is unrelated to the next, unless you like it so much you demand a twoshot. If you have a request for a oneshot, tell me! Minor couples and crack pairings as well. Onto the first one. xoxo, Gossip Girl. Lol, I'm just joshin' ya! =)

DxC Oneshots

Just shut up and Kiss Me Already!

"Hot... Hot... SOOOO hot..." Courtney complained, as she and her bestfriend Bridgette walked down the sidewalk on this hot July afternoon. Her mouth was as dry as sand paper. How can it be so insanely hot, it's Canada?! Even though they were in lower cut tank tops, short shorts, and flip flops, they were still sweating buckets. They entered the nearest convenience store, narrowly escaping the next wave of rays. Courtney wiped the sweat beads trickling down her drenched forehead. "Oh great, my hair is starting to frizz!" Courtney whined, pulling a finger through her now wavy brown hair. Her chocolate brown hair, had melted. Bridgette's usually mellow personality had evapourated along with most of the liquid in her body.

"Quit your whining. I wanted to go to the beach, but no. We just HAD to go for a walk in highly populated area, like Toronto!" Bridgette snapped, waving her arms for emphasis. Courtney looked at the fuming blonde, slightly disturbed.

"You're mean when you're overheated..." Courtney murmerred, blotting her eyes, and groaning at the sight of black smeared across the Kleenex. "Tell it to me straight Bridgette; Do I look a raccoon?"

"No, not at all. You look like a raccoon run over by a pick up truck."

"Not. Nice."

The two girls walked over to the frozen goods section, and were greeted with a cold front. It felt amazing against their heated bodies. Bridgette took out two large plastic cups. She handed one over to Courtney, and started to fill her cup with slush. She got half Coke, half sprite, and topped it off with blue raspberry sour sauce. Courtney filled her cup with sprite, the newest flavour- Parafreezium -and poured sour cherry sauce on the top, then a bit of blue raspberry. She took out a lid, and put it on. Bridgette and Courtney walked up to the counter. Courtney took out her wallet, while Bridgette patted her pants, trying to find some cash. She pulled out a fiver, and sighed with relief.

"You don't have to worry, I would've spotted you." Courtney whispered.

"I know, I'd just hate to be a mooch..." Bridgette replied.

"Please, you could never be a mooch. I can think of only one person that mooches off of me a lot..."

"Hey Princess! Fancy meeting you here!" Duncan called, entering the store. Courtney rolled her eyes.

"Speak of the mooch..." Courtney sighed, turning around. She looked at Duncan. He was wearing his skull shirt-sans undershirt-and a pair of shorter jean shorts. He still had his red converse and dog collar, but surprisingly, his rough exterior was gone. He actually looked- dare I say it-decent. That irked the CIT. Courtney moved her gaze towards his hair. His neon green mohawk had fizzled out, and was drooping to the side. Courtney bit her lip to contain her laughter. Duncan raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Nice hair." Courtney laughed, trying hard not to. Bridgette giggled a bit too.

"Hmph. I could say the same thing about you, Frizzy Lizzy." Duncan retorted, grabbing a pack of gum. He walked over to the counter, shoving his way in between the two girls. Courtney scoffed, while Bridgette narrowed her eyes. He slide the pack of gum over to Courtney's drink.

"What, am I paying for you too?" Courtney asked, crossing her arms.

"Now that you mention it, yes. Thanks Courtney, you're a pal..." Duncan drawled, swinging an arm around Courtney. She hastily shrugged it off. Bridgette paid for her stuff, and started to leave.

"I gotta go, later Court." Bridgette said, exiting the store. She got into her Mom's red mini van, and waved. The car headed down the street. Courtney paid for her drink- and Duncan's gum, much to her annoyance -and stomped out of the store.

"Courtney, wait up!" Duncan called, grabbing his pack of gum. He started to chase after the fuming girl. Courtney turned around as Duncan swung open the door. Suddenly, Courtney's much needed ice cold beverage wasn't in her hands anymore... Her once clean and crisp tank top was soaked... Courtney and Duncan froze and stared blankly as the plastic cup bounced off the pavement a couple of times, before rolling away. Steam was coming off of Courtney's chest. Duncan was the first to break the extremely awkward and tense moment.

"Okay, I'm not sure if it was from the heat, or your rage, but I could've sworn that your chest made a 'sssssss'" Duncan said, pointing at Courtney's boobs. Courtney remained frozen, her arms still extended. "Courtney?"

"You... You... You..."

"Neanderthal? Ogre? Pig?"

"Cretin! I can't believe you!"

"I am pretty unbelievable..."

"This top cost 90$! And now it's ruined! Ugh, and you have some nerve to--"

Duncan raised his eyebrows, and tuned out Courtney's rant. He just stared at the now soaked cleavage... Thank you fate! Courtney continued to rant, earning a few odd looks from people passing by.

"--pervert! Ugh, you're not even listening to me, to be perverted!" Courtney exclaimed, flailing her arms around like a lunatic. When Duncan didn't respond, Courtney lost it. She slapped Duncan across the face. Thanks a lot fate...

"You are such a Drama Queen!" Duncan scoffed, with an eyeroll.

"You are such a jerk!"

"Only when I want to." He smirked, sending her a wink. Courtney tried to hide the blush that appeared on her cheeks. She grew even angrier.

"You are SO vile!!!"

"Yoy are SO annoying!"

"Just shut up and kiss me already!!!!" Courtney screamed, putting her hands onto Duncan's face. She crashed her lips on his. Duncan was shocked for a brief moment, before kissing back. They weren't sure if it was the humidity, or the passion, but that kiss seemed hotter than the weather...

This oneshot reminds me of the summer vacation in grade six... Me and my friends practically lived at the convince store! Sour slushies are da bomb!!!! Did I seriously just type 'da bomb' Jeez... Well, R&R!