A/N: This is what I get for loving Taylor Swift's new album, another freaking GxD idea. This is going to be a two shot, or maybe longer I haven't decided yet. So...yea enjoy:)! Disclaimer: I own nothing.
The blinding camera flashes and ABC Channel 7 microphones bring back way to many bad memories.
So this is what it's like to be free eh' I think to myself. Yep, been locked up for the past ten years since the TV show that pretty much ruined my life.
"Duncan! Over here!" A random reporter shouts at me, I really hope it's not Sierra.
"Duncan! How dose it feel to be free after ten years!?" Another reporter calls out. I just keep walking, ignoring the world around me and trying to find my motorcycle.
"Duncan! Have you been talking to Gwen these past ten years!?" That makes me stop dead in my tracks. I haven't heard that name since ten years ago when she dumped my ass on the TV show that I swore I would never think about again. The reporter's go dead silent, still snapping pictures.
"Well?" The same reporter asks. I try to hold myself back from pummeling the guy, but I don't want to go back to that cold jail cell.
"No." I reply cooly, sending the bystanders into an uproar of questions and pictures. I just huff off still looking for my lime green bike. The guard gave me my keys back, as well as my wallet and lighter. After what feels like hours of searching the streets of New York, I finally find the damn motorcycle.
"I missed you." I smirk to myself as I hop on my bike and ride off towards my parent's house.
...
"No." My father says bluntly. My mom gasps at his answer.
"But Gus! He's your son!" Her eyes water. I can't believe that Dad just kicked me out of my own fucking house. I mean, I grew up here!
"He's no son of mine." Dad spits, glaring at me. I see my younger brother's bedroom light go on inside the warm, secure house, lucky bastard.
"Whatever, enjoy your stupid fucking life." I storm off, trying not to look back into my mother's loving eyes...now full of sorrow. I get back on my bike and ride off into the dark suburban streets.
Now what am I going to do? Think to myself.
...
After driving around for what feels like centuries, I end up in a neighborhood I've never been in before. Houses that where once brightly painted are now dull shades of grey and brown, beat up old cars sit in the gravel driveways.
Man, this place is...creepy. It's true, none of the lights are on in any of the houses, which is odd in New York. Everything looks almost deserted. So that's when my motorcycle decides to run out of gas. Great. Then something even better happens to me, it starts to rain, and I mean rain. The fall rain chills me to the bone, making my teeth chatter.
The house I end up stopping in front of lights are on, illuminating the dark street. I get off my bike as quick as I can and run towards the faded blue door. I knock on the door once, then twice. By the third knock, I get impatient.
"Coming!" A strangely familiar voice class inside and I hear footsteps rushing towards the door. The faded blue door swings open and at first I only see the silhouette of a beautiful girl standing in the doorway. Her jet black hair reaches her shoulders, with only one teal streak running through it. She's wearing a black Panic! At The Disco t-shirt, which is covered in paint and worn jeans covered by a black smock. She looks so familiar...so much like...
"Gwen?" Her eyes widen at the mention of her name.
"Duncan?"
A/N: This is going to be a two shot, so the other part should be up by tomorrow (thank you Thanksgiving Break!) so...yea.
MTC
Sparkulz