I Can't Control My Feelings Anymore

Duncan and Bridgette placed the kids in the back of Duncan's car (which DJ drove over for reasons unknown) and Duncan got behind the wheel. He pushed the button to make the convertible's roof go down and drove at full speed, that is until Bridgette punched his arm and told him to slow down.

The blonde pulled out the elastic in her ponytail and let her hair blow in the wind, laughing the entire time. When they finally pulled up in front of her apartment building she grabbed his hands and said, "Hey, this might not have been some dream movie date, but I had fun."

"Me too, Blondie." Duncan said. He saw the light in her eyes, and knew she meant every word she said.

"Well, I guess that it may as well have a happy ending..." she sighed. And before she knew what she was doing she kissed him. Duncan felt all of the karma from the night instantly disappear and just lived in the present. His eyes closed and seconds later she pulled back. "You cooperated." she said, winking. He laughed.

"Better get those little brats inside." Duncan said, gesturing to the kids, who were fast asleep.

"Not brats. And after tonight, I take back what I said about you going to be a horrible parent. You've really proven yourself capable of more than I could have thought for you." Bridgette replied. "And hey, if you could help me out with one of the kids, like, carry one inside WITHOUT dropping them, I'll pay you ten bucks."

"Now that's an offer I can't refuse." Duncan answered. "You know, I don't hate you as much as I originally thought, Blondie."

"Me neither, Mohawk. You were actually pretty cool tonight." Bridgette smiled. She picked up the little boy and carried him inside towards the elevator, and Duncan pressed floor nine.

"I'm on ten."

"Exactly."

"Dun-CAN!"

"Oh, come on, Blondie, we all know you like me."

"You wanna make something of it?" Bridgette said. She didn't reach over and press the "ten" button.

"Ooh, catty. Sorry, SWEETHEART, didn't realize you had a secret dark side to you."

"Oh, that is so it!" she shouted, and chased him up the stairs. They ended in her apartment, in her room, exhausted.

"Tonight was fun, Blondie." Duncan said, laying down on her bed.

"Yeah, it was. Maybe if you can behave yourself I can introduce you to my mom." Bridgette said.

"Exqueeze me?" Duncan asked.

Bridgette suddenly realized what she'd just asked and turned bright red. Duncan put and arm around her shoulder.

"Back to love-hate, I guess..." Bridgette said, shoving off his arm.

"Ooh..." Duncan teased, but in reality he honestly wouldn't have minded keeping it there. As they lay on the bed her hand reached for his, and he allowed it, for who knew when the next time might be.

Gwen walked in on them, in her pajamas, and instantly gave them an odd look. "What happened tonight? You look like a train wreck." The both burst out laughing. Because not only did she not know, they planned to keep it that way.

"Anyways Bridge, Geoff called for you like eight times while you were gone. Apparently he's on his plane home."

Bridgette squealed and bounced up, falling right back down on the carpet. "Stupid heels." she said, throwing them into her closet, causing a cascade of clothes to fall down on top of them.

Okay, so MAYBE it wasn't perfect, but hey, it wasn't supposed to be. He's dating my best friend. Now it's back to the love-hate relationship we've always had, friendly of course.

She actually proved herself to be able to have fun. That was actually...remotely cool. Nice work, Blondie.

Nice work.

Neither of them seemed to realize that they had left Bridgette's car in the parking lot.

To be...continued?

And that ends the story! I hope you guys liked it! I wanna give big special thanks to my awesome friends tdibridgettefan and courtneyfromtotaldrama for helping me write this story! Thank you guys so much! Bye!