THIS IS NOW A TWOSHOT.

DISCLAIMER: I no own, chu no sue.

A/N: Don't ask about the oneshot, just enjoy or stare in terrified fascination...this is what happens when Too Much Coffee + Writer's Block + Boredness = SUGAR! BEWARE! Heather has bad things happen to her...but I think that's a good thing...o.o Anyways...

ON WITH THE ONESHOT!

There Duncan and I were. We were waiting for some concert tickets when I became so fucking thirsty I was literally staring at his damn soda with lust. Following my attention, Duncan saw that I was staring at his half-empty soda.

"Want it?" he asked, moving it to the side slightly to see if my eyes would follow it.

I nodded slowly, and was terrified he would drink it right in front of me. I mean, come on. This is Duncan we're talking about.

"You sure?" he questioned, bringing it closer to his mouth.

"Hell yes, now give me the damn soda," I said, getting pretty mad. My voice started cracking with thirst at the end.

"Are you sure your boyfriend wouldn't mind?" he said, teasing me now.

"Oh for the love of God, Duncan! GIVE ME THE DAMN SODA!" I shouted, my voice starting to sound more crappier.

"Fine, just don't kill me, Sweetheart," Duncan said in a cautious tone, handing me the soda in surrender.

I chugged the can down within ten seconds, and loved the taste of it. I usually don't have soda, and I forgot why I didn't.

"You were thirsty," he said with shock.

"No shit, Sherlock. Do I normally beg you like that?" I asked.

"No, but I liked it," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

I giggled a bit. Wait...giggled? Oh that's why I don't have soda. I have sugar problems...oh well, it's not like I'm gonna go insane or anything. Right?

"Perv," I said, trying to hold back giggles.

After we got the tickets, Duncan was starting to look at me in concern. It was kinda funny...like cheese. Cheese is funny. Cheese comes from cows...(A/N: I'm enjoying this way too much...oh well, back to the story.)

"Gwen?" Duncan asked nervously, probably seeing my smile.

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" I was a cow, so that was my response.

"We're gonna take you to Trent and you're brother, okay?" he said, but posed it as a question.

He was funny when he was concerned about me. "MOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" I exclaimed, nodding.

After about five minutes of me being a cow, I got bored and there was still about a couple minutes to my house, so I started poking Duncan.

"Poke," I said, as I poked him.

"Gwen! What the hell are you doing?" he questioned, looking more concerned about me than before.

"POKE!" I shouted and started poking his arm like crazy. It was fun...and I never realized how much muscles he had...

"Was there anything in that soda, Sweetheart?" he asked, coming up to my house. It looked like he was coming in too.

I decided to get out since I didn't want to tell him about my sugar problems. I skipped up to my door...skipping was fun...until I skipped into the door.

"OF PURPLE MOUNTAINS MAJESTY, OW!" I exclaimed. Duncan opened the door for me while holding my hand tightly, looking more concerned then I've ever seen him. Why was he concerned? His hand was warm too...

"Gwen! I heard a bang and--" Trent was interrupted by Duncan.

"She ran into a door while skipping," he said, explaining the reason for the loud bang...it wasn't that loud, was it?

"Oh, Gwen...wait, skipping?" Trent asked with concern.

"She's been acting weird ever since I gave her my soda, I don't think my buddy put anything in it, but now..." Duncan let that trail off.

"YOU GAVE HER SUGAR?!" My little brother, Cody, exclaimed. Oh, and there's one of the many reasons I didn't want to go out with the Cody that was still bothering me. Thought I'd mention that. Back to the topic...is there even a topic...now there is....

"PURPLE PONIES POKING PEOPLE!" I shouted, butting into the conversation. Butt is a funny word...

"Yeah...why?" Duncan asked, looking a bit scared of my little brother. They always seemed to get along and usually Duncan was the one that intimidated people...weird...like--SHINY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I went to shiny, to poke it. "Gwen, what are y--" Trent was, once again, interrupted by me.

"SHUT UP! YOU'RE GONNA WAKE UP THEN SHINY'S GONNA GET MAD THEN KILL US ALL!" I shouted, terrified shiny would wake up. I did not want to die a horror movie death.

I heard Duncan laugh a bit, but it didn't wake up shiny so I was okay with it.

"Hey, at least I have a girlfriend, Duncan. Remember that," Trent defended himself against something Duncan said.

Duncan changed the subject. "So...about the sugar...?" he asked, looking at me.

"She acts like this, usually when she does this and mom isn't around I'll just lock her in a closet. She's not allowed to have sugar because of this," my little brother gestured to me.

Just then, shiny did something scary. IT POPPED UP TOAST! I screamed and ran to the nearest person, Duncan. Trent looked at me in a weird way before I screamed.

"SHINY GOT MAD! YOU WOKE SHINY UP! NOW IT'S GONNA KILL US ALL! IT JUST SPIT OUT TOAST!" I exclaimed, then Trent looked at me in a concerned way.

"Gwen...that's a toaster..." he trailed off, looking at me.

"It's okay, Gwen. You were nice to shiny, so shiny won't hurt you. If it did, I would kill it first. Okay?" Duncan said, comforting me. He was right, shiny won't hurt me.

"Okay," I said, calming down.

"Hey, Duncan, can you take Gwen today? You seem like you can help her with the sugar rush, and I don't think you want to see me lock her in the closet," my little brother said.

"Ummm...sure, I guess I could handle her. I've had worse," he replied. I just had a good idea if I'm going to be spending the day with Duncan. Maybe the sugar is already wearing off, or maybe I hate her that much. I'm going to tell Duncan my idea when we get in his car; Trent wouldn't approve.

After a little low-voiced conversation between Trent and Duncan, I took Duncan's hand and dragged him out to his car. When we got in it, I decided to voice my plan.

"You, me, Heather, sharpies, like it?" I asked in a quiet voice so I could sound EVIIIIIIIIIIIIL!!!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Like it? Love it, babe," Duncan said, in the same tone my voice was in.

"Sharpies?" I asked.

"We need to go to Wal-Mart, Sweetheart," he looked at me in concern when I got a big smile on my face when he mentioned Wal-Mart.

Within five minutes we were at Wal-Mart...I had plans to get me kicked out of there.

"Duncan?" I asked, my smile becoming more apparent at what I was thinking...

"Yes, Sweetheart?" he asked, looking a bit excited.

"Wait for me at the entrance when you're done getting the Sharpies...okay?" I asked, knowing he was planning on 'borrowing' the Sharpies we were about to get.

"Okay...?" he said, right before I rushed out the car. I knew what I was going to do.

Going into Wal-Mart, I looked for the cereal section...Cheerios, Honey Nut Cheerios, Yogurt-Covered Cheerios...how many Cheerios are there...probably as much as shiny objects...There we are.

I grabbed the box of Life cereal and started running, not giving a fuck if anyone saw me. I mean, it wasn't like I was going to wake Mr. Shiny. When a little boy, about the age of seven stared at me, I stared back. "THIS IS MY LIFE! I CAN DO WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT WITH IT!" I shouted then ran off. (A/N: Do not try this at home...I got kicked out for doing this, among other various things in Wal-Mart and my mother pretended not to know me so I had to walk home.)

I started running, pretending I was chased by blue cheetahs, until the intercom came on. "Will the crazy lady please get out of the store, or we will be forced to get security," they said and I got down on my knees (A/N: Sounds dirty ;D), and shouted "OH NO! IT'S THE VOICES AGAIN!"

Then I ran out, laughing my head off as I did so.

"Babe, I heard the intercom, what the hell happened? And why do you have a cereal box in your arms?" Duncan asked, as soon as he saw me. His attention was grabbed by the cereal box in my arms.

I just laughed in a manner that said, don't ask.

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After a little fifteen minute drive, we were at Heather's house. I could feel the sugar rush definitely wearing off, but too bad. More fun for Heather...well, me, but who cares? She's still getting damaged; that's all that matters.

Duncan was spray painting her garage door while I was climbing up to her balcony, so I could get to her room. The sun was beginning to set, so this was proving verydifficult. Eventually, I got to her room. After writing some...rude things on her walls, I finally caught sight of something shiny. It was her bald head glinting in the sunset while she was napping. I scribbled on her head and wrote some things on it in the Sharpie Duncan 'borrowed', I wasn't satisfied. I realized what was wrong, so I decided to draw a moustache and unibrow on her face, then I put the marker up.

Climbing out of the window was harder then I expected, especially with Duncan standing to the side, finishing his final touches to his 'masterpiece' on the garage. I began to lose my grip and fell, I closed my eyes expecting some serious pain, but...it never came.

Looking up at who caught me, I saw Duncan looking at me, his teal eyes contrasting with the red and orange hues of the sunset.

"Climb much?" he asked, with his signature mischievous grin.

"Obviously, no," I said, the sugar rush worn off.

"No crazy Gwennie?" Duncan asked with shock.

"Nope, sorry to disappoint you," I responded, still in his arms, bridal style. It amazed me how he could catch me so easily...and still be carrying me...

"It's okay, I missed my old, smartass, dark, loner, goth friend," he said, setting me down on my feet gently.

Just then, I caught sight of his artwork. Property of: Duncan and Gwen, it read in black spray paint in his crappy handwriting.

"What the hell?" I asked, a bit pissed off.

"What's wrong, Sweetheart?" he asked, looking extremely concerned.

"Why is my name last? It was my idea," I said, pointing it out.

"It's my artwork," he said, coming closer to me, so I had to back against the wall.

"Ideas are more important," I said, leaning in closer.

"What about your art, dear Gwennie? I thought thatwas important," he retorted, making me more closer against the wall.

"It is, but ideas inspire me," I retorted, our lips only about three or four inches apart.

"Sweetheart, it's obvious, the artwork speaks the idea. Sure the idea is important, but the artwork is helps the idea come into existence," he said, his lips a mere centimeter from mine.

I don't know who caved in first, but we ended up kissing with passion in the shade. That is, until we were interrupted by Heather's screech.

"Come on," Duncan said, grabbing my hand in the process.

I ran off with him, leaving the scream behind me while laughing.

After about five minutes of running to his car, we managed to get to it. Pulling me into the shade with him, he kissed me once again.

"We have quite a bit to explain to Trent when we get back," I said with a laugh.

"Oh, you mean your exboyfriend?" Duncan asked with his mischievous smile of his.

"I guess so," I said with a laugh.

A/N: Yeah, I really don't know what the fawk I was thinking...the idea just came to meh when I was struck with writer's block on Still In Love With You, but, luff, hate...i prefer the first one...anyways, what happened to all meh reviewers? I'm starting to feel unluffed...and when I feel unluffed, I don't write as much T.T...Review...pwease? SATISFY THE BUTTON! IT HAS NEEDS THAT HAVE NOT BEEN SATISFIED!

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