Don't you just love updates? Lol.

Anyways, this is for cartoonfire, who suggested I write a Duncan/Courtney. (:

Sorry if this isn't too amazing, I didn't really think it through before I wrote it. :(

Hope you enjoy anyways!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TDI.

Courtney's eyes lowered as she discovered the words "Who is Your Type of Guy?" printed on page twenty four and twenty five of the latest Seventeen. Something she'd found rummaged in Sadie's bright pink duffel bag just a few days before.

She leaned back on her recliner and pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head then returned back to the magazine out of sheer curiousity. " 'Do you consider yourself to be:..' ," and under were three choices: A) Laidback, B) Uptight, C) Deranged in the Head.

"Laidback," Courtney announced to herself, without more than a few seconds of thinking. "I'm totally laidback."

And she took out a pen and circled 'A' three times.

"Next, 'Do you enjoy following the rules'?"

That got her stumped for a bit. "Well," she bit her lip, then twirled her pen until it dropped on her page. Courtney picked it up 'C'. "Of course not. It's merely just neccassary. "

" 'Three. When you meet a guy who seems pretty into you, what do you do'?"

This question was hardest. "It depends, really."

She settled for 'B'. Pretend you're not interested?

Courtney looked over at her answer again and swallowed. Pretend?

How about in those cases when you truly could not put up with the guy at all and there was absolute no need to 'pretend'?

"There really should be a fourth option," she decided, and if the magazine ever re-did this quiz she' suggest it: D) Pretend you're not interested, 'coz you're not.

Then she moved on.

And stared at the page, completely caught off guard. "This can't be right!" she gaped, as she read the description over and over hoping it would change.

It didn't.

'Your type is a delinquent, a bad boy, who breaks rules as often as he blinks. Guys like him often sport mohawks and like to entertain themselves by carving random objects. Guys like him-'

She didn't bother to read the rest.

The next morning her face was in her bowl of gruel. She hadn't gotten sleep last night.

She couldn't believe it. It was impossible. There was no way that he-

-could be her type.

Courtney even screamed a couple of times that night-before Bridgette told her to calm down and get some sleep.

"It just doesn't add up. He and I are like total opposites! And besides, I just can't stand him-" she said, her voice slightly muffled as she was still in her bowl of gruel.

"You can't stand who, princess?"

Now she didn't feel like looking up at all.

"As if it wasn't obvious enough."

Duncan smirked. Or at least, she could feel him smirking, since she couldn't see him at all. "No, actually, I haven't a clue. So why don't you tell me." Courtney could also feel him leaning in on her.

She had it. "Listen," and she pulled her face out of the gruel. "It's you, alright? You. Are you happy now? It's you!"

He sat there baffled. "Never knew you'd admit it that easily."

Courtney stormed out of the room.

And left her magazine on the table. Turned to that very page…

Duncan smiled when he saw it, her pen marks that had circled her 'type'. "Knew she had it in for me."

Thanks for reading. (: R&R please.