"Every time I see you I feel so exposed, I feel as though you see right through me, and I cant hide..." She said as tears trailed down her pale, beautiful face. He couldn't help but feel completely responsible for her tears.
"I keep on trying to forget the past, but sometimes forgetting isn't enough, Duncan..."
She trailed off from that last sentence. He didn't know that it would change his life.
"Duncan, I'm moving."
"What the hell? why!" He practically yelled in complete shock. He knew he wasn't the greatest friend ever, but why would she want to move?
"I cant see you every day with out feeling completely heart broken, and I cant see Courtney every day without feeling like the worst friend ever..."
"Who cares about Courtney?"
"You obviously do!" she yelled, people were starting to look now. "I'm guessing it wasn't her exact choice of time to talk..." He thought to himself. He, himself was fighting back tears and the urge to hold her close to his chest where her perfect little head rested each time she cried. This time he was the reason for tears.
"Goodbye Duncan" She said as she walked away, head facing the ground, and there was no more jump in her step. As she walked away Duncan whispered something he knows she heard.
"...but I love you, Gwen..." It took all of her strength to keep walking and not run into his arms.
-8 Years Later-
Gwen stood in the door way of her new studio apartment, finally she made it. After she graduated from Brookfield High School, She went to the Art Institute of Vancouver, a highly recomended school for gifted artists. Graduating top of her class Gwen Started to work at a small Gallery that displayed local canadian artists, including herself. She then moved on to bigger galleries, and finally, New York. Gwen walked around the apartment, there was the most perfect view of Central Park, and the rest of the beautiful city. The entire side of the west wall was window, allowing in the perfect amount of light, the floors gleamed as the light hit the hardwood floors. "Everything is perfect." she said out loud to herself in her large apartment. She walked into the kitchen, a new chrome stove, dishwasher, and fridge were already in place, the marble countertops ran around the sink, and stove top perfectly. They matched the shining black floor tiles perfectly.
"knock knock?" said a familiar voice.
"Hello? Gweeennnn?" said another, Bridgette Smith to be exact.
"Over here, kitchen!" Gwen yelled back.
"Where exactly?" yelled the voice of Bridgettes long time boyfriend Geoff Kipling.
"Here" finally Bridgette made her way to the kitchen, she was as beautiful as always, and she was holding a bottle of wine.
"Hey Dudette!" Geoff yelled when he saw Gwen.
"Hi! when did you guys get in?"
"Just now, we had to stop and get a home coming gift." she said smiling as she help up the bottle of wine.
"I, wanted some more, harder liquor, but nooooo..." Geoff started saying before Bridgette nudged him in the stomach.
"Thats fine, I'd rather not ha..."
"But i brought it anyways!" Geoff said, holding up a bottle of skyy vodka, and a bottle of Cap't Morgans Spiced Rum, while pointing to 3 24 cases of Budweiser.
"Geoff!" Bridgette said in response to her amount of alcohol.
"How did you even get it up here with out me knowing?" Bridgette asked.
"Welllll, I ran into a certain someone on the stairs..." Geoff said as he was pointing dramatically with the two bottles of alcohol at the, now very sweaty man in her doorway.
"Trent!" Gwen screamed as she ran and jumping into a very passionate kiss. She decided to ignore Geoff and Bridgette, who were now in a little bit of an argument about the amount of alcohol he smuggled into her apartment. Gwen never wanted to let go of her boyfriend, but she had to go break the up coming fight between Geoff and Bridgette.
"Hey, miss me much?" Trent said when Gwen let go of his arms.
"Of, very much...but right now, i must attend to my guests." she said as she walked into the kitchen.
"Geoff! What are you expecting? Its just suppose to be me, you, Trent and Gwen here! the wine is all we need!"
"But Bridge, I figured we can call Izzy, Owen, and Justin. They live here too you know..."
"Yes, but I dont think Gwen..."
"Dont thinkk Gwen what?" She asked smiling walking into the kitchen where her two friends were arguing.
"Gwen, Trent, do you think its a good idea to have a small party? invite Owen, Izzy, Justin... Maybe even Lindsay?" He ask Gwen, pouting like a little boy. Gwen can see Bridgette , she looked annoyed. Gwen figured she should side with her, and not Bridgettes party boy boyfriend.
"Maybe tomorrow night, Tonight we need to..."
"To unpack and drink this wine!" Trent quickly interupted his girlfriend.
"Sounds good to me, anyone object?"
"I..."
"Good! ill find the glasses!" Gwen said quickly before another argument starts. She runs to the living room where all her things were, in boxes, and wrapped in some kind of plastic. She finally located the box with the wine glasses, when she felt someones hands around her waist, it was Trent.
"Oh my! Why sir! you seemed to have startled me." Gwen giggled as she spoke in a fake flirty souther accent, she knew Trent couldnt help but laugh.
"Why ma'am, I only want to help." Trent smiled at her, and she smiled back, she turned around putting her arms around his neck, she looked into his green eyes and leaned in for the most romantic kiss since before she left. It would have been perfec if she didnt have wine glasses in her hands, and the popping of the cork of the wine bottle.
"Your beautiful Gwen..."
"Trent, we have to.." but before she could finish her sentence Trents lips were on hers.
"Hey you two..." Bridgette said, walking to get the wine glasses from Gwens hands.
"Sorry..." Trent said, blushing slightly.
"No problem." Bridgette said smirking at Gwen. Gwen felt just a little awkward, she wasn't too big on PDA. Trent on the other hand, wanted to show the world.
Gwen walked back into the kitchen and poured 4 glasses of wine, handed a glass to each of her guests and they started to unpack. As Gwen started unpacking she started to think about her life now, and who was in it.
Bridgette, the girl who single handedly saved her from a depression that almost cost Gwen her life. She was still the girl who wore shorts in the middle of winter, who surfed in the summers, and who still tried to make everything work out for the best. She wouldnt be here without Bridgette, And Geoff.
Geoff was always there as well, she and Geoffs friendship started out a little weird, because she was scared he was going to take Bridgette away from her, but once they hung out more everything was good. Geoff still was the party boy she remembers hating, now its hard to imagine her life without him. He really brought Bridgette up in self esteem, and she couldnt be happier for her best friend. Geoff was perfect for her, and she him. They evened each other out.
and last but not least, Gwen looked a Trent, He smiled back at her and continued unpacking a box full of books. She was greatful for him, other guys she dated were all jerks, and seemed to think of her as a type of trophy, they would say to theyre friends "Look at my woman, shes goth, shes hot, and shes super sexy!" never once had they called her beautiful. this wasnt the first time she dated Trent, they dated breifly in jr. high, but Gwen ended it because she wasnt ready for a relationship. Trent understood, then he moved away. It wasnt till last year she saw Trent again.