Behind The Girl
Duncan's P.O.V
"Wow" Is all I had managed to say. She was so beautiful, especially in that long white dress, that fits her perfectly. She really is one of the most magnificent things I ever did see, if only she knew how gorgeous she is, if only she felt that way about herself, if only she knew how I felt about her.
"You really think it's that pretty" she questions.
"It's not the dress, it's the girl wearing it" I complemented. It wasn't a lie either. To me, she really is an angel. Her skin tone is an angelic pale, her eyes are an enticing dark green, almost black, like her black long hair. Her body is what every girl dreamt of and every man longed to hold, like me. I'm guessing you're thinking that this girl and I are a couple, but sadly, we aren't. I'll admit I love, been in love with her for….4 years.
"Thanks Duncan, what do you think Trent will think?" I scoffed.
"Why do you care what he thinks, Gwen" Yes, that's right, I'm in love with my best friend. And she's getting married to her dick head boyfriend. "Sweetheart, it's your big day, dress how you want, eat what you want, say 'I do' if you want, show up if you want….." I trailed off letting my voice get lower as I list the things she doesn't have to do. She gave me that seriously look and sat down next to me.
"of course I want to say 'I do'" she said, it hurt a little too." I just don't know how long I want to stay at the reception looking at him with cloths on" she laughed, it was such a dorky, but cute laugh. I didn't like the comment so I resisted the urge to smile at her smiling and gave her the 'not-funny' look. She looked at me and saw I wasn't happy at what she said. "I-I was just kidding" she stuttered nervously,, bowing her head, like she was about to cry. I don't understand her sometimes. Every time she thinks someone's mad at her she flinches, looks down, or says 'I'm sorry' and runs away. For some reason it just gets me so ticked off.
"Beautiful, you ok. Why you look like you about to cry?" I ask. She looks up at me, and I could see it in her eyes again. She's been hurt and every time I try to find out what's going on she says….
"oh….um….just ,tired, you know constantly reading the script, and school". She's an actress and goes to school in case things happen.
"Ok, get changed, don't want Presley to have a titty attack if you go home late" we laughed, but I was being serious.
*At Duncan's house*
I get home to my empty house and lay down, alone. I know I'm twenty-two and young, but it would be nice to come home to a girlfriend or wife, and smell the seafood Alfredo in the air. Or maybe just to see my Juliet, Gwen. I wouldn't even mind to come home just to talk to Party Boy, and his Barbie girlfriend, laughing at each other.
Instead of staying home and reading or watching TV like a normal guy, I go to Gwen and I'd bridge, just to stare at the stars and see the constellations. During the time, I think, I think of how life would have been if I told Gwen how I felt, how life would be, then fell asleep.