*Finished another set! I've been trying to start up a new story for my DxG lovelies, but I can't seem to get a single plot line thought completely through. I have one that just popped into mind as I started typing this author's note, though, and I think this idea just might be the one...*

Rules:

1. Pick a character, fandom, or pairing you like.

2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.

3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays.

4. Do ten of these, then post them.

1. Supermassive Black Hole- Muse

"I thought I was a fool for no one, but ooh Baby I'm a fool for you..."

He can't believe this! Duncan is absolutely shocked that right now, in his hands, in the middle of the mall, is a purse. A purse! A real, black, leather, purse. He doesn't even know why he agreed to hold it for Gwen! Whenever any of his other girlfriends asked him to hold their bags, he'd blow them off and go chuck french fries at people in the food court, but no, he's standing there with a purse! He forgot why he even agreed to hold it in the first place.

But then again, when Gwen smiles at him like that, he tends to forget everything else.

2. Piano Man- Billy Joel

"And the waitress is practicing politics as the businessman slowly gets stoned. Yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness, but it's better than drinking alone."

Gwen put down her book on the mental something-or-other of politics and let her eyes scan the bar. As soon as they reached the end of the bar, a young man in a disheveled suit waved her over.

"Get me another." He commanded. Gwen shrunk away from him immediately.

"No way!" She choked on his beer-sweet breath, "You won't be able to even walk out of here let alone drive! If your girlfriend dumped you or something don't take it out on your bar tab!" She coughed as she whisked the multitude of empty glasses away from him, dropping them in a plastic bucket underneath the bar. As she began to turn back towards him, he slammed the glass in his hand hard onto the counter, making her jump.

"I left her!" He screamed. Luckily, the man playing the piano in the back kept the other customers distracted so there wasn't a scene. "She cheated on me. Only wanted me for my money." Gwen felt her heart go out to the patron. She had found herself in a similar situation a few months back.

"You must be lonely." She said after a while. He sighed.

"I'll be okay." She eyed him with a lifted brow as she poured beer into two small glasses. Wordlessly, she pushed one over to him. Understanding flashed in his eyes and he smiled, lifting the glass, he clinked the edge of it with hers.

And for one moment, two people in the world didn't feel as lonely.

3. Alice- Avril Lavigne

"When the world's crashing down, when I fall and I hit the ground, I will turn myself around, don't you try and stop me!"

It was a wasteland. Her home, her neighborhood, her childhood hangouts, gone in the blink of an eye and the dropping of a bomb. Three days she'd been sitting there, dirt and debris piled up around her as she stared at a pale, limp, cold hand poking out from underneath the rubble of her old home. Suddenly, a new noise assaulted Gwen's ears; it wasn't like the deafening silence or rustles of cracking tree branches that she'd been hearing for the first time in three days, she tore her eyes away from her mothers helpless body and looked in the direction of the...voices?

"Hello!" The masculine voice called. Gwen made no motion to move, instead watched as the figure climbed over a pile of scrap metal and reached her. "Uh hey." He tried breathlessly. The boy couldn't have been older than herself. "Are you alone or..." He trailed off, following Gwen's gaze to the dirty hand. He swallowed hard. "Look, I guess she's your mom. I'm sorry, and this is really screwed up, but we have to go. We can't dwell on the deaths. Me and my buddy Geoff are gathering all the survivors-"

"I don't need your help!" She stuttered. Using all of her strength, Gwen picked herself up off the floor and found her feet still moved. She'd rather be dead than look like a helpless little girl! Stomping away from him in true diva fashion, she began to try and find a way through the debris. She tried pushing some to the side, kicking down the huge piles, she even attempted to squeeze her nimble frame through the walls of rusty metal, but it was too risky. She finally sighed. "Okay, I could use a little help." He smirked.

"Thought so."

4. Viva La Vida- Coldplay

"Now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own..."

Duncan woke up feeling sore all over. He inhaled sharply as if it would drown out the sounds of his cracking bones and sat up in his bed. Throwing a random shirt from his hamper over his head, he now stood up fully. It had only been a day since he last saw her, but he missed her. A lot. Instinctively, he grabbed his duffel bag and unzipped it.

"Those idiot interns always mix up our things!" He muttered, tearing through his bag to find something, anything of hers. He smiled and laughed successfully as his hand emerged from his bag, within his fist clasped a thin black T-Shirt. For a moment, he considered tucking it into his pocket, keeping it protected from the world. (Since he couldn't protect her. She was back home now.) But then he realized something and in one quick motion, had the shirt intertwined with his bed sheets.

He wanted his bed to smell like her.

Sighing, he walked out of his front door and strode down the sidewalk that used to tremble in fear beneath him. Now they just taunted him. He could hear them yelling at him, "You don't have her! You don't have her!" They were childish voices, obnoxious and nasally and they taunted him. He hated them so he ran faster. And then he ran some more. He ran. And ran. And ran, swearing to himself that he would run until he found her.

And when he found her, sitting alone in a coffee shop in Ontario two weeks later, he swore to himself that he would never let her leave again.

5. Before He Cheats- Carrie Underwood

"I dug my key into the side of his pretty little suped-up four-wheel drive, carved my name into his leather seats..."

"Duncan, I think this is your worst idea yet!" Gwen complained in the darkness, the binoculars in her hand falling back around her neck. The two were stationed outside a house party at Duncan's friend's house, ready to strike at the right time.

"Relax, Sweetheart, trying to hoist the principal's car up the flagpole? That plan was dumber." He countered, his eyes focused in on the binoculars in his hands.

"You snapped the flagpole in half and totaled Mrs. Grossman's car!" She yelled, her voice cracking. Normally, her cheeks would flush with embarassment, but around Duncan? Never. They were too close to be embarrassed in front of the other.

"Look, do you want to get back at Trent or what?" Gwen gulped, her eyes moving to the nearby window. Her ex-boyfriend could be seen in the window, a blonde hanging onto his left side and a brunette on his right. He waved his empty glass around and the two girls giggled. Gwen felt her insides churn and bile burn her throat. The sight was literally making her sick. Swallowing hard, she nodded at Duncan. He nodded back and watched closely as Trent pranced off with the girls to get more drinks. Duncan signaled her and they leapt from the bushes, both running straight for Trent's new SUV. Smiling devilishly, Duncan ripped the keyring from his beltloop and handed it to Gwen.

"Would you like to do the honors?"

How could she refuse?

6. Stephen- Ke$ha

"I can charm the pants off anyone else...but you."

If one were to just look at Gwen and describe her, "Charming" would not be a word they used. "Mysterious?" "A Freak?" "Weird?" Yes, yes, and yes. But not charming. In fact, though, she was. Anything she wanted could be easily obtained if you had the right handle on people to her. Cody? Wrapped around her finger! Fake like a sad, lonely girl for a few minutes and she had his vote just like that. Don't even get her started on Trent! Even broken up, with her brightest smile and the right amount of eyelash-batting, she had him again like a puppy dog eyeing a chew toy.

But there was one person that she couldn't seem to sway.

Duncan. The cool guy, the juvie, the crook, whatever you called him, he was a hard case to crack. She smiled at him all the time, winked, even brushed by him super close! But no, nothing could wipe that stupid, smug little smirk off his annoyingly hot face. It was just...annoying! So one day, she decided to kiss that smirk off his face.

Well, she had him charmed after that.

7. You Belong With Me- Taylor Swift

"You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset, she's going off about something that you said, 'cause she doesn't get your humor like I do..."

"Yes, Courtney. No! I didn't-ugh!" His argument turned into a frustrated groan. It hurts you to see him like this, but you don't want to make matters worse. You keep massaging his shoulder with your one hand, thinking it would somehow calm him down even though it's never worked the four million times you've done it before. But you just sigh and keep massaging his shoulder, staring enviously at his phone as he pounds on all the keys, desperately trying to get his girlfriend to talk to him. All of a sudden, you get hit with a ton of bricks. (Metaphorically, of course.)

You're jealous.

You're jealous because yo think it should be you he's texting, calling, E-Mailing nonstop; he should love you! You're the one who's always there for him when Courtney shuts him out; you thought his joke about her hair was funny. So you go out on a limb; You open your mouth and the words pour out.

"I love you!" He stops pounding on the keys of his phone for a second and looks at you for a moment.

"I love you too." He said simply, as if it were easy as breathing. He looks back down at his phone and relentlessly pounds on the keys again. Instead of moping you smile, with the notion that one day, he may just mean that.

8. Mary Poppins- Mark Salling

"From upon the roof I will sing to you, just a lonely chimney sweep, doing what I do."

Every day the girl walks by the bank at quarter after three. Duncan, the dirty chimney sweep, remembers her face because it's so fair and beautiful. In the warm months she would gaze up at the sunlight, and that's when he would catch a glimpse of her. She looked so much like a doll; Her skin was almost completely white and translucent, but her hair was a dark, dark ebony, falling down to her waist and curled in tight ringlets. Her deep gray eyes penetrated his teal ones; he felt so exposed to her. Sometimes he'd sing to her.

"Chim-chimney, chim-chimney..." And he would wait to see if she would finish. She would just smile softly at him and continue on her merry way.

Duncan's bird's eye view from atop the bank's roof worked in his favor, as he saw her coming just in time. He grabbed his broom and leaned on it. The girl looked up at the ceiling and was greeted with her usual sight; the young chimney sweep trying to sweet-talk her.

"Chim-chimney, chim chimney..." He stopped, and his breath caught in his throat when her mouth opened.

"You know, chimney sweeps mustn't be singing while on the job." She deadpanned. Shocked, he just nodded numbly, looking down until he heard a loud scream.

"Chim-chim-cher-oo!"

9. Hot N Cold- Katy Perry

"I should know that you're not 'gonna change..."

Sometimes Gwen would look at her husband and shake her head. He was twenty-five and still played XBOX, he threw wild house parties when she called and said she had to work late, and his mohawk had been dyed so many different colors by now that it took copious amounts of hairspray to keep it from drooping to the side and it constantly reeked of chlorine. Sometimes she tries to change him, not fully, of course, just leaving small, subtle hints for him here and there; buying him nice smelling (and odor masking) shampoo, complaining about having to clean up half-eaten hot dogs and scrub at beer stains after the parties he throws, hinting that the XBOX is also a supercomputer in its own right and shouldn't be used for stupid video games all the time. She tries, she really does.

But then, the things she loves about Duncan shine through; how happy he looks when he's bragging to Geoff about obliterating a full fleet of alien invaders, the laugh that escapes him when he hears about his drunken actions at parties from friends, the way he always asks her advice on what color to dye his mohawk next because he says her opinion matters most, those are the things she loves about him.

And when she reflects on it, she decides that maybe he doesn't need to be changed after all.

10. So What!- P!nk

"I guess I'll go sit with drum boy..."

Flashes blinded Gwen as she entered the restaurant. The famous horror movie actress growled at a video camera as she pushed by it, opening the gold-handled door. She sighed when she looked around the swanky place; the seats were all full! Guess she'd be waiting then. Pushing her sunglasses up on top of her head, she walked over to the man at the thin glass podium.

"Can I just get a table?" She asked, clearly exasperated and annoyed. It had been a long day full of photoshoots and paparazzi and bossy fans who wanted twenty autographs and four different pictures, and screaming and yelling and fighting with her boyfriend Trent and E! getting a hold of that bit of information there and oh, she just wanted to treat herself. It seemed like everything was against her though as the man shook his head and informed her that there were no openings at all tonight. "Seriously? Can't I just share a table with someone?" At this point, she'd do anything to just get some decent food in her. The man peeked around her (At someone?) and then gathered up a menu.

"The gentlemen you'll be sitting with will be back, he just went to the restroom." The man said, handing her a menu. She took it and barely listened to him explain the specials because what was probably the hottest guy she had ever seen just walked up to the table and...took a seat?

Gwen felt a small smile spread across her face. Maybe today wasn't so bad.

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