"Hello world, this is me, life should be, ooh ooh yeah, fun for everyone." NO SADDLE CLUB, NOOOOO IT'S NOT! ... why the hell did I reference that in the first place? o.O Moving on...

Hello you awesome people. I'm backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk... and I'm all alone. Literally, I'm typing this when my parents are at work. Know what this means? IT'S SADDLE CLUB TIME!

So like anyways, the rambling has started so here is the long awaited chappie of this story! NOTE: It's long. EXCESSIVELY long. If you want to kill me, kill me before I have my exams so I won't have to do it.

And go Azerbaijan for winning Eurovision... even if I didn't want you to win, you have become my dear friend Mon's word of the moment. Well done and give yourself a pat on the back.

And before I forget, this is a very much one month delayed birthday present to my cool yet odd pals Carol and Chloe. HUZZAH :D

What are you still doing reading this nonsense? Read the real thing! Man I need some cheesecake now...

Disclaimer: See previous chappies.

Eventually, sleep began to eat him, but one thought kept repeating itself in his mind – would she leave as well, just like her mother walked out in his life all those years ago?

It's a shame his rhetorical question was given a possible answer from the current song playing, "She's a little runaway."

DAY 1

'Yes I would die for you baby, but would you do the same?' is not a good song lyric to wake up to and start the day with. Especially if you had a dream revolving around a similar scenario that followed the song lyric.

Duncan yawned loudly, shifted to his side; hoping sleep would engulf him again. He knew that wouldn't work after hearing the piano melody go off from his speakers repeatedly. It made him wonder why he downloaded the singer of this song in the first place, then it hit him – damn Geoff was trying to impress Bridgette with his rendition for some romantic sappy suck-up song by that guy named… what's his face, Bruno Venus?

He rolled onto his backside and stared half sleepily at the ceiling; his hands intertwined, resting at the back of his head. His mind wandered back to his latest dream, and glumly gave a low whistle. He sure hadn't dreamt that dream in a long time, even though the memory constantly kept slapping him in the face.

What dream was it? None other than the dreadful day when Courtney and he parted ways at the park. He felt great remorse then and now. He should've run after her, screw what would've happened if she had to go to another country. Then again, would they still have been together even if he chased after her? Reflecting back to his years after they split up and before the present, he doubted it, clearly remembering he went back to his old criminal ways. Like he could ever be a father to any child.

This brought him back to the present, recollecting the fact that he had a child only a few rooms away from him. His child, Courtney's child, his and Courtney's child. It had been almost a full twenty-four hours since the news was yelled at to him, and he was still trying to process this piece of trivia. He needed answers, and he wanted them, needed them pronto.

Flexing his muscles, he yawned once again, trudging out of his bed and down into the hallway. He avoided glancing at the smiling pictures of Geoff and Bridgette that hung on the wall. It seemed like they were mocking him, that they were in a happy relationship and he hadn't even gotten a girl in so long.

He did at times, but as usual it never lasted long. He would die a lonely bastard, and he seemed content with that fact, except he still had strong feelings for the mother of his child. Even if it was almost a decade since he last saw her in person, she seemed to be the only person for him. He didn't have a reason why that was, he always read in comments from people that were a fan of their relationship their reasons why they should be together, and he completely agreed with the fans.

Except for the one that someone wrote about Gwen being a Goth whore.

And the one about her being a slut.

And a homewrecker.

And a boyfriend stealer.

Technically, she wasn't the boyfriend stealer; he had just lost his spark with Courtney and had somehow seemed to ignite that spark with Gwen. However it had fizzled out and he came to his senses sooner after the World Tour had ended. Wait, why was he dwelling about Gwen now of all things?

"Morning," a voice greeted to him. Despite the space he had just entered which he now discovered was the entrance to the dining room being dark; his juvie senses kicked in and tried to pick out where the voice came from, and who had greeted him as such.

He found a shadow, sitting down at the kitchen table and holding something in their hands. Unless Geoff decided to wear a dress and a long wig, the shadow was not him, and he was positive mini-Courtney wasn't that tall.

His response was a grunt, pulling a seat next to the person.

"Glad to know you're a morning person," the voice mumbled, a hint of laughter present.

"As much as I love our talks Malibu, I think you know I'm going to cut to the chase and ask what I really want to ask since the beginning," Duncan prompted out.

He heard Bridgette sigh, grab a remote from the table and pressed a button to activate the blinds to open. She sipped her drink before setting it down on the table. "What would you like to know?" she asked in a whisper tone, which startled Duncan but didn't press into the matter.

"Everything."

"That's not specific enough."

"In this context, it's everything to me."

She sighed again, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I was mad at her."

Duncan's orbs of vision widened, surprised at her words. "Come again?"

Her hazel eyes made contact with his pair of azure. "After the series finished, we both gave each other our numbers so we could meet up and hang out again. A year after that, I called her so I could meet up with her over coffee and have a chat. I got no response and knowing Courtney, I assumed she was focusing hard on her career.

Noticing he had her full attention, Bridgette continued on. "So I called again, and I got no response. I got paranoid when I began calling her every day and she wouldn't return my calls, my text messages. Heck, I even called her college to see if she was even alive. A month or two after that happened, I got a text message from her telling me that she appreciates the greeting but told me to stop calling. Of course I got worried so I took a month leave and flew all the way from Alberta to find her."

Duncan was not expecting anything like that. If that PDA of hers was a living, breathing guy, he was confident Courtney would marry it. Okay he was just talking shit there, but seriously, one missed call from her phone and she would have a spaz attack for not answering it in the first place.

"I thought it would be easy to find her, but I was wrong. She wasn't listed in the phonebook and I couldn't actually tell people in the neighbourhood to help me, Bridgette, the girl who sucks face with Geoff from Total Drama, find the infamous crazy, psychopathic Courtney from Total Drama, so that didn't help at all."

"Then how did you find her?" A clearly confused Duncan questioned.

"More like the opposite actually," Bridgette said, laughing a little. "It was a few days before I was about to fly back home, I bought a dessert-like food called a lamington and it was amazing! I didn't see where I was going after stuffing it in my mouth when I bumped into a woman with a pram and fell. Of course knowing me and my clumsiness, I apologized. She helped me up; I thanked her, and almost departed away until I did a double-take and realized who I thanked."

She stopped her talk to peek at the man in front of her, and precariously confirmed the words he was going to ask. "Yes, it was her."

His eyes were boring into hers, and she had to admit, Duncan was quite an intimidating person. No wonder he sometimes got out of trouble, the stare he was giving her now could kill an army of cats.

"I was overjoyed that she was safe and everything, and when I saw the baby I presumed it was either her niece or nephew, or maybe a new brother or sister. It wasn't until I saw the eyes of the baby, I realized the truth. I was mad at her for not answering my many calls, I was mad at her for not keeping in contact with me as we promised, but I was defiantly mad she didn't tell me her reasons for not calling me."

"So what did you do?" Duncan asked.

"I wouldn't normally do it, but I yelled at her and stormed off. For someone that is tiny and is pushing a pram with a baby inside, she sure can catch up to you pretty fast. She apologized to me for not informing me straight away and told me not to go. I didn't believe her, but she told me if I stayed, she would promise me one thing and have coffee with me. And I was lethargic, so I was up for it."

"And…"

"I'm getting there, calm down. When we sat down, it was awkward at first, but then she just broke down. She told me the basics – how you and her got back together, how she found out she was pregnant, how she had to break it off with you, how she endured those nine months, how she painfully gave birth, and how she raised the baby up until the point I came in."

"Wow. She spoke all of that to you in one day?"

"We actually stayed at the café place for around six and a half hours. She promised me not to tell anyone at all about her predicament, especially not Geoff. I never told her that you still were friends with Geoff, or that I was still with him at the time but I promised her I wouldn't tell. She told me how it was a relief for her that someone else she was close to that wasn't her parents knew about it."

"There's more, isn't there?"

"Yes, but I can't tell you anymore now."

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because I don't think you would appreciate it if you heard your own daughter cussing out that particular swear word right now, would you?"

Duncan had no idea what the hell Bridgette was on about, until he noticed she was smiling at something behind him. Seeing how her hazel eyes flickered to his for a brief second before returning to whomever was behind him, he twirled in his seat to notice that the person behind him was in fact his own daughter.

His daughter. Courtney's daughter. His and Courtney's daughter. His and Courtney's daughter whose name he had no idea what it was.

Well he was such a great father, not knowing his own child's name.

"Good morning sweetie," Bridgette cooed.

"Good morning Aunty Bridgette," mini Courtney said in a kiddy voice, practically skipping to the blonde and giving her a peck on the cheek.

Duncan glanced at the situation and glared hard. Could you blame him for wishing he was in Bridgette's situation at that moment? Of course he didn't want the boobs or anything… pretend that shit never happened.

The atmosphere was still after that, Bridgette could've sworn she heard a cat meow in the house… she was pretty sure Geoff and Duncan didn't own a cat though… awkward.

Remembering that Duncan was never properly introduced to his daughter, she plucked the courage to do so. "Honey, I don't think you met Duncan."

"Yes I did, he's the sleeping beauty," mini Court assured, pointing her small yet cute finger at him.

Bridgette giggled, shaking her head. "You did meet him, just not properly. So without any further ado, meet Duncan."

He had expected either a handshake or a wave from Courtney 2.0, but wasn't expecting her to stare blankly at him and whisper to Bridgette, "Are you sure he isn't a criminal?"

He inwardly smiled – she was just like her mother. On the other hand, it did pain him that she didn't at least either acknowledge or reciprocate the introduction with something in return. But he had a feeling on something, and he would need to ask Bridgette to confirm this feeling, but not now. Now, he was gushing at how her teal eyes she had surprisingly inherited from him made her sooo adorably cute.

Yes, he just thought a girl was adorably cute, but it was just a thought, and he will always be a BAMF no matter how many girls –young, hot or old– come his way in his lifetime.

Bridgette giggled again, ruffling the brunette's hair. "Oh he isn't, I promise." She gave the badboy a cocky look, hoping he understood the code in her response.

Thank goodness he did. "I swear to the almighty gods of… God," he proclaimed, doing the Spock sign with his fingers.

"You shouldn't say God's name in vain. It's not nice to say things like that," she stated, glaring at him with those hypnotic eyes.

… Did she just lecture him based on his actions? Yep, definitely like her mother.

"And if you're not a criminal, then why is there a restraining order above your bed?" she added.

Wait… what? How the hell did she know that!

"How the hell did you know that?" he shouted, not liking how his first ever conversation with his daughter involved her invading his privacy. And him cussing in front of her. What a lovely introduction that was, douche.

"Although I said you shouldn't say God's name in vain, I didn't mean you can cuss out the underworld. And to answer your last question, I stayed in someone's room for a short period whose name was your name, as written on the restraining order," she affirmed.

He didn't hate the child now, but Duncan was considering if this was even his daughter at all. What the hell did Courtney do to raise someone so… knowledgeable? Especially when he wasn't the brightest bulb out of the bunch.

It did however bring a mournful smile to his face. "Just like Princess."

He could've sworn he heard mini-Courtney stifle a gasp but he wasn't 100% sure. "Princess?" she questioned in a quiet tone, peeking at her godmother, who was now at the kitchen counter making a list. "What are you doing Aunty Bridge?"

Bridgette looked up from her list-making at her goddaughter. "Since the fridge is empty, I'm making a list on what to get from the supermarket. Want to come with me?"

"Sure, I'll clean up and change first," she responded with, skipping back to her room.

Bridgette fixed her view on Duncan, who was now drinking the rest of her coffee that she left on the table. "And you are coming with."

"What?" Duncan shouted, slamming down the mug.

"Look, I promised Courtney I would look after her but I don't know how long she would stay here for. But for the time being, I know you want to get to know the daughter you never knew existed until yesterday, so wherever she goes, you are tagging along no matter what you say," Bridgette proclaimed, now face to face with the mohawked man.

"So you made up the story about the rats infesting your home?" Duncan asked, curious evident in his eyes.

"Oh that's true, but that happened four months ago," Bridgette explained, smiling a little. "However, unless you have had other children with other women that you either know or not know about, she is your only daughter that you know about now, and I know that deep down you want to get to know her as a way of getting closer, to reconnect, and to also fill the big hole in your heart because of Courtney. You can try and cover up your façade as much as you want, but I know you are very sweet and caring to little girls. Remember your little niece at your family's barbecue?"

She had to play the niece card of all things. Well he had to admit, his little niece is one of the cutest young girls he had ever seen. But now finding out about having an illegitimate child with a former flame, he changed his mind that his own daughter was the cutest little girl ever.

I mean look at him, he was still a badass hunk, even at the age of twenty-seven, and he's the father; he's allowed to think biased thoughts regarding this situation.

"I have no choice in the matter do I?" he enquired, giving off a tiny smile.

"Nope," Bridgette said, making her way towards the couch. "You can go freshen up while I wait here for the two of you."

"Whatever," he mumbled, carefully trudging back to his room. Maybe as payback he would have a few more minutes of sleep, just to piss the blonde off.

"Just a warning," Bridgette noted, flicking through a few pages of a magazine that was on the living-room table. "Don't be judgmental about her due to her behaviour and how she is acting."

That stopped Duncan in his tracks. "What do you mean?"

"If you think Courtney was crazy and demanding, your daughter is worse."

"Should I be afraid?"

"Very."

"And why is Courtney 2.0 worse than the original copy?"

Cue a perfected Duncan-esque smirk. "Because she has your genes as well."

"Hey Malibu, give me one fu-"

"Language Duncan. Doesn't your mother tell you off for your excessive swearing?"

"Yes but I never listen. And calm your PMS down; I was going to say 'fudging'."

"Whatever you say. What were you going to ask me?"

"Oh nothing, just for you to give me one fudging reason why I am pushing the trolley."

"You tell me Duncan, you wanted to push the trolley in the first place."

Fuck, there goes my plan to go down the aisles fast.

Their plan in the supermarket was simple – begin at the end of the aisle where hardly anyone went –the laundry/ toilet section– and work their way from there. Who knows, if he was lucky, he could swipe a thing or two. He hadn't had a run in with the law recently, but he still had a rep to maintain, and he was very much well-known in the prison world.

So here they all were in the first aisle, Bridgette eyeing for the right laundry detergent, and his daughter following after the latter. To look like he was doing something, he grabbed the first thing that his hand made contact with, which turned out to be a toilet plunger. Disgusted he picked that of all things; he dropped it on the floor, and moved along.

That got his daughter's attention because the next thing he knew, she placed the toilet plunger back to its original place. She glared at Duncan while making her way back to Bridgette, evident to him that he would probably have to do get rid of the hawk in order for her to warm up to him.

But there was no way he was giving up the hawk anytime soon. He was badass with it no matter where he was, although she might be his daughter, she just had to deal with the fact that her father had an awesome hairstyle like the mohawk.

Speaking of which…

"Yo Blondie, get your butt over here so I can ask yo-" began Duncan, but stopped midway when he realized Bridgette was right in front of her. He really should go to the doctors to get his eyes checked; he's been losing it lately. He noticed she had a pained expression, which made Duncan worry like hell. He promised Geoff a thousand years ago that he would always be there for his pal's gal whenever Geoff was not present in the situation, and now he shall honour that promise. "What's wrong?"

"I have to pee!" Bridgette whined.

Duncan's worries for her faded instantly. "Seriously? I thought you were in pain because the kiddo kicked you in the ovaries, or some shit like that."

Bridgette glared darkly at the renowned rebel. "Duncan, be serious. I really need to go toilet badly."

"Then go babe. I'm not stopping you."

"You're looking after her while I'm gone."

"Fine, whatev- wait what!"

"Can't hold it any longer… MOVE OUTTTT!"

He watched Bridgette literally run past a few teenagers and push them aside just to exit the supermarket. Is that what women do when they are not in their PMS stage? He dared not go into conversation about how women were during that time of the month… he has a mum; he has seen it occur many times. Wait, did she say he had to watch out for the kid?

He felt the sound of someone tapping their foot at them, fully knowing who it was. He peered towards the little girl, observing him in an annoyed manner. "I promised Aunty Bridgette that we would finish the shopping while she has to go to the bathroom, so let's go."

For a little girl, she was strong for pulling him… okay she was pulling the trolley but he was holding on to that, so its not his fault if he stumbled a few of his steps. Call him a weakling to his face and he'll show you who the weakling is.

"Hey crazy, let go of the trolley!" Duncan barked.

"I am not crazy, you're the crazy one to have a restraining order," the kiddo retorted with.

Oooh burn, Duncan's conscience taunted repeatedly in his mind. How are you going to top that? He said the first thing that blabbed out of his mouth. "You're the one who was crazy enough to find out I had a restraining order."

"At least I'm not the crazy one that got arrested for doing something stupid like-"

"Okay, you win. Just don't go spreading to people why I went to juvie."

"What do I get in return?"

Sneaky little devil of a spawn. "Nothing. Just shut your trap."

"That's no way to talking to a girl. I bet Aunty Bridge doesn't even know why you got arrested…"

Why does she have to act exactly like her mother? "Fine! What do you want?"

She stopped her tracks, causing Duncan to wince in pain after he accidentally kicked the trolley when he was meant to take a step. She seemed to not care about his pain, which annoyed him greatly. He regretted asking what she wanted, especially if it was taking her this long to decide on something. Eventually she did, and Duncan was glad. "I would like two things. I can't think of one thing so I'll save that for later. But I will like one thing."

A groan was present. "What do you want?"

"Tampons."

Duncan's eyes widened. He had to make sure she didn't say what he thought she said. "What?"

"Tampons."

"…Why? You're like eight! You don't need tampons when you're eight, when your older maybe but not at eight!"

"I am not eight; I am eight years, eleven months, three and a bit weeks, and twenty-three days old."

"…Is there a difference? You're still eight."

"There is a big one. And I need tampons because Aunty Bridge wrote it down on her list. Why can't I get tampons for my age?"

Relief flooded through him and he gave a shaky laugh, although he found it very awkward to answer the last question. Seriously, what kind of crap was he meant to say after that? This must had been a disadvantage for being a father. How could he tell her the truth by not telling her the truth?

"Um… because… uh… they are… used for bleeding… yes! Oh shi-take! They are used for bleeding… of the… nose… bleeds," he explained slowly, enunciating each word with caution.

They turned towards the next aisle where the dreaded object of discussion was located. He wondered if the kiddo knew what they looked like. Hopefully they could walk past it and he would take the drastic item without her knowing. Sadly, he had slightly forgotten she had her mother's genes and saw the words written on the item itself. "I found the tampons."

Shit shit shit shittttttttttttt. "Go you," he drawled sarcastically. He noticed how she tried to reach for the tampons but couldn't due to her height. Being the inner softie he was, he grabbed the tampon pack from the shelf, reading the contents, knowing fully well that an old lady was watching him with a weird expression on her face, meant for him. Lovely.

He chucked it into the cart, hoping to avoid the conversations on tampons again. But, he knew she wouldn't. "So if tampons are for nose bleeds, how come I never see Aunt Bridgette with a nose bleed?"

He was digging a hole deeper into the ground and was sure he was never going to come out of it. "She covers it well," he stated carefully.

"Does that mean you use tampons too?" she questioned.

What the fucking fuck? Fuck no! "NO!"

"Why not? Don't guys use them? From what I hear, men have more nose bleeds than women, so you should use tampons too. Why don't you use them?"

"We're not talking about this anymore," Duncan declared, pushing the trolley faster, not actually caring that she was his kid or not at the moment. Anything just to avoid the topic.

"I hear women talk about tampons all the time, something about inserting it up their-"

"Shut your mouth, midget!"

He didn't mean to say it or shout it, but it just came out. From the way it looked, there was no way he could get along with her sooner than expected.

"What a troll."

See what he meant?

The duo didn't talk much after that, only she would command Duncan to stop so the item needed would be grabbed. He shouldn't have been thinking it, but he was close to running her over with the trolley. Where the hell was Bridgette? She only needed to pee and that was more than five and a half hour ago! So the two of them just went around the aisles again and again. He knew Courtney was all kinds of crazy and would bet his life that the kiddo had inherited some of that craziness from her mother, although he didn't think that she would give him hell!

Their trolley was almost full. Thank god, he didn't know how much longer he could push it. He wasn't a weak person, hell no he wasn't, but even he knew what pain was… physically. He was not thinking about emotional pain at a time like this, especially when his daughter was in close proximity.

He realized the only aisle left before heading to the checkouts was where the drinks were. He was parched like mad, so the first drink he saw, he took it, unscrew the lid and drank it from the bottle. He heard a gasp from in front of him, the teal eyes staring at him at shock belonging to his daughter.

"What do you think you are doing?" she bellowed, furious at his actions.

Duncan held the urge to roll his eyes. "Take a chill pill drama queen; I was just taking a drink."

"Are you even going to pay for that drink?" she enquired further. Does this kid ever stop asking questions?

"Nope," he affirmed monochromatically as he screwed the lid back on and put the bottle back on the shelf.

She scrunched up her face, her hidden freckles expressing themselves. He actually didn't perceive this until now, but she had more freckles and had a lighter skin colour than Courtney. Apart from that, it was exactly Courtney. Except the eyes, they belonged to him. But he wasn't sure if she knew that.

"That's disgusting. You're such a slob."

"Glad you're realising that now sweetheart."

Before any of them could say anything to each other, they heard footsteps approaching them. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry you two. I didn't mean to leave you both stranded here for so long. I thought I had only left you guys here for an hour until Geoff told me he wanted me to go so he could watch Deal Or No Deal," Bridgette babbled fast.

"Where were you Aunt Bridge? What took you so long?" the kiddo inquired. Great, here come the questions again.

"I was heading back to you guys when my phone rang, and Geoff's boss called me to tell him he had an accident at work," Bridgette uttered quickly, not leaving any space for her to breathe.

"Whoa, what happened?" Duncan asked, worry for his best mate.

"Geoff had fallen off a ladder and sprained his shoulder and broke some ribs," the blonde explained. "He told me to tell the two of you not to visit him today, because his favourite shows are all on today from 5:30pm 'till 12:00am. He said to visit him tomorrow though, because nothing nice is on. Anyways, back to you two, I am so sorry for not calling you. I swear I thought it was only for that short amount of time and-"

"Bridge, breathe when you speak. It's fine, don't worry about it," Duncan told her, mumbling the last part.

"Are you guys done with the shopping?" she asked, noting the very full trolley.

"Yes we are Aunty Bridgette," the kiddo told her with innocent doe-like azure eyes. Suck-up.

"Great, then we can start heading off then," the blonde said,

They waited fifteen more minutes until they were at the check-out, piling the chosen items one by one across the conveyor belt and into an environmentally friendly bag –Bridgette's idea, not his– until it was full and a new green bag was used.

Most of the items were scanned until his daughter poked Bridgette to tell her something. Hopefully she wasn't going to tell her how her time had been while she was gone. "Can I get something?"

"Honey, I think you got most, if not, all the things you need," Bridgette said, giving her a smile.

"I know, I just want to get one more thing," she assured her godmother, giving an angelic expression. Psshh, angelic my ass.

He eyed her heading towards one of the aisles, disappearing from his sight. He had a gut feeling inside of him to go follow after her, but she would probably scold him and call her a stalker if he did, and they weren't at the best of terms so he decided to not go with his instincts. They had finished with the shopping when the child came back, holding something liquidy. She plopped it on the conveyor belt, and Duncan was unsure what it was she grabbed until it was placed in one of the bags with the rest of the drinks.

It was none other than the drink he drank from and put back on the shelf. He thought nothing could get worse after that. Of course he was wrong.

"He's paying for that," the child explained to Bridgette and the cashier, or pretty much anyone that was around, pointing a tiny finger at him.

Had he ever mentioned how she was defiantly just like her mother at all?

Duncan was overjoyed to be home at last. After surviving the hellhole that was today's events, he just wanted to collapse into a deep sleep and never wake up. When Bridgette had said that his child was probably worse than her mother, she wasn't kidding. My god, he had thought wrong.

From being scolded at for drinking a bottle and putting it back on the shelf –and forced to pay for it– to the awkward conversation about tampons with an eight year old (!) he still had a soft spot for her. If this was the only way to connect back to Courtney, then he was willing to get the one thing he hadn't felt in a long time since his beloved walked out on him.

Love.

He was flicking through the channels while the two females were putting the groceries away. He did want to help but after hearing the two chatted about whatever crap chicks talked about in the car, the pain he endured during the day and now was too much to deal with right now. He dwelled deeply into the matter, unbeknownst to him that the kiddo was next to him holding something in her hands. "I wanted to give this to you before I go to bed," she said, interrupting his thoughts.

Duncan glanced up at her, a weird expression plastered on his visage. He took the piece of paper questioningly, wondering why she was talking to him when he was pretty much the one that created the friction between each other. "Because I always wanted paper my whole life," he stated sarcastically. "Thought I was a slob?"

"You still are. So goodnight," she chirped, twirling towards Bridgette. "Goodnight Aunty Bridge," she chirped again, pecking her on the cheek and making her way towards the guestroom, shutting the door.

Bridgette walked towards where Duncan was on the couch, smiling. "How was today for you?"

He snorted, rolling his eyes. "You're kidding right?"

"I told you she would be a challenge. Don't say I didn't warn you," she articulated, now noticing the paper in his hands. "What's that?"

"Piece of crap which came from a tree," Duncan drawled. He saw Bridgette's glare, resulting to him putting a hand through his mohawk. "Fine, she just gave me this before going to bed."

"Well don't be a dud, open it and see what's on it."

Following the blonde's orders, he opened it, not expecting that on a piece of paper.

Get rid of the grass on your burnt head. It is destroying your brain and your head and makes you look stupid.

"What the fuck?"

"What did you do this time to make her write this?"

"Me? Why always pick on the guy with the piercings?"

"Duncan…"

"Fine, the little crazy banshee drove me insane today."

"Duncan, she is not a crazy banshee. That's an awful thing to say, especially about your own daughter."

"Whatever, but I know I'm right by saying one thing; she is definitely like her mother."

Who loves going to the supermarket? I DO... not. It bores me. It was fun, but not anymore. Why? Because everytime my mum does the shopping, she always and I mean ALWAYS forgets to buy the Yogo yoghurt with Choc Chips! It's not that hard to find, just go to the dairy section and search there. And what does she get instead? The discounted yoghurts expiring anyday... oh my fudging lord.

Who likes Biology and Chemistry? If you said yes to one or both of the aforementioned, wanna do my exams for me? *Silence* Thought so.

So like anyhoos, I'm gonna go find some food and go... "Hello world, this is me, life should be..." TURN THAT BLASTED SHOW OFF!

And don't forget to...

SMIGGLE!
R&R!