My First Songfic! 3

I thought this was so perfect. All from Duncan's P.O.V. I own nothing, except the idea. Total GxD supporter. Don't like, don't read, simple. TDI/A/WT never happened. Fluffy first part, but it picks up. Song is Hot Mess by Cobra Starship. :D

Enjoy ^^

Duncan sat with his best friend on the soft grass, not yet wet with dew. The night sky shone, but a light fog swirled and tickled their faces. The punk drew in a deep breath, feeling the refreshing, cool, damp air slip through his throat and clearly through his lungs. Like drinking… he thought, but paused when he realized he didn't know the word he was looking for. He searched hungrily through his mind. Lately, he wanted to catch up to Gwen's intellect. Finally, he found a word he thought might fit. Like drinking serenity. He chuckled lightly. Gwen would be proud… he thought.

Gwen suddenly turned to him when he laughed, pieces of blue and black streaked hair falling in her face, covering her onyx eyes. There was just the smallest smirk on her face, and Duncan turned his head to meet her look.

"What were you laughing about?"

"What's it to you, sweetheart?" Duncan teased. This was how most of their conversations went. The breath flowed clearly through him; he could feel it like he could feel Gwen's presence next to him. With the two of them, he knew, this tranquil moment would not last very long.

Gwen simply gave her own chuckle, pushing her hair out of her features and turning her eyes back up to the misty, very early morning-still night sky. "Freak," she said softly, her chuckle dying as she was absorbed in the constant twinkling of the stars.

Duncan felt like this couldn't go on much longer. Sure, he loved his moments with Gwen, maybe a little too much, he admitted quietly, but it just wasn't him to keep it up for too long. Gwen had had her fill, and now he could have his.

"So," he started, turning on his side to face her and propping his head up on his elbow, "tell me."

"Yes?" she asked, turning to face him.

"How'd you and your father get along?"

Gwen should have known that Duncan would pull a random question like that, taking the moment for his own. A small sigh escaped her lips as her eyes fell. Her blue covered lips turned into that of a small frown as she thought how best to answer him. He waited patiently. Even he still cared a bit.

"You really want to know?" she finally questioned, looking into his teal eyes. A strong feeling surged through Duncan that he couldn't quite place, but felt strangely familiar and welcomed. He was taken back as he dove into her onyx eyes, but not for long as he took on his cocky demeanor again and nodded, grinning. Duncan was cold, but not cold enough to totally disregard how hard this was for Gwen to admit. Truly, he had been curious for a while, but now was the moment he could finally take to his advantage to ask her.

"Fine," she said, sitting up. Duncan didn't move. She searched his face briefly and the same feeling fled through him, but still he stayed. "My father, before he was fired and completely lost his mind, thought the world of me. I was his 'princess.'" Duncan snorted, but Gwen gave him a look that instantly shushed him. The cockiness turned into just the outer appearance; Duncan was really starting to feel for her. This was serious, and even a delinquent like Duncan could understand that, especially coming from his best friend. Courtney can never get me like this…

"But, even so, he pushed me too far. Even then, I had feelings of my own, and I knew I didn't like his babying me. So, I rebelled. He thought there was something wrong with me. As I continued to rebel, he slowly started to give up on me. I think that's when it all started. No, I don't think it's my fault that he changed. I think he brought it on himself."

Duncan noticed the small glimmer of water in the bottom of her eyes, something he so rarely saw from his gothic friend. Why was she sharing this with him? Although, he couldn't say he didn't enjoy it. He pushed past his tough exterior, and he just wanted to reach out and hug her, comfort her. He didn't like seeing her cry. It… just wasn't right.

~ You were a problem child

~ Been grounded your whole life

~ So now you runnin' wild

"You were a problem child," Duncan said. He didn't pose it as a question.

She nodded slowly. "You were grounded your whole life," Duncan stated, in the same tone. She nodded again. He went on. "Is that why?"

"Yes." Her tone was crisp.

"So now you're running wild…" Duncan trailed off, starting to laugh. Gwen wiped the tears out of her eyes, trying very hard to keep a straight face. Her eyes were laughing, and soon enough, her body followed, shaking on the grass along with Duncan, who was now clutching his sides.

"Yeah, because I'm such a wild girl!" She howled. "Someone, stop me!" She cracked up even more, right along with Duncan.

~ Playing with them good girls, no that ain't your style

~ Think you're hot shit

~ Oooh I love it, I love it, yeah yeah

"Playing with them good girls?" Duncan joked, adding to this huge riot they were having on the grass, under the watch of the twinkling stars and the misty fog that swirled and danced. "No, that ain't your style!"

"No way!" Gwen laughed hysterically. "I'm hot shit!"

"Think you're hot shit!" Duncan repeated. The two were howling and clutching their sides, tears leaking out of the corners of their eyes. The grass crumpled under them as laughter rocked their bodies, filling the night with noise and liveliness. Duncan took a big gulp of air and relaxed, feeling the coolness relax his aching sides. Gwen came down from her high too, wiping a tear with her finger. The smile was still plastered to her face, and Duncan felt it on his too. Duncan felt very accomplished, though why he didn't know. Oh, and a mix of something else, that of which he still couldn't place.

Whatever it was, his attention kept being dragged to the goth girl next to him, her pale skin shining in the feeble moonlight offered. It seemed to reflect in her eyes as she looked back to the sky and Duncan felt a rush, and an almost unbearable urge to reach out and cradle her. What's with me? he questioned himself, dragging his attention away to a far away star.

Feeling smug, and with a grin to match, Duncan faced Gwen again and flirted lightheartedly, "I love it." He got a big smile out of Gwen, who was trying her best to keep her cool.

Gwen sighed, and Duncan could feel it; the moment was over. He caught her eye briefly and, though she didn't physically, knew she was smiling. Something somewhat rare for the gothic girl known as Gwendolyn, or Gwen, his girlfriend. No, wait, best friend! Best! Only… friends, Duncan corrected himself hurriedly, pretending to be stiff getting up to hide his sudden thought. He covered up with a smirk as he took Gwen's pale hand in his own to help her up from her spot on the dark grass.

The moonlight illuminated her skin, making him feel as if he was holding the most beautiful porcelain doll in the world, fragile yet amazing. His heart skipped a beat at his own mistake as he, a bit roughly, yanked her up. Gwen muttered an incoherent "ouch" as she got to her feet, but stumbled.

Off balance, she topped into Duncan's chest, who managed to stand still as stone and catch her in his stronger arms. He couldn't stop a smile from finding its way onto his expression as he looked at the girl in his arms. Something about her divided her from Courtney. If he looked at them equally, he knew there was something much different. There was something that set Gwen apart from the rest, though he couldn't place it yet.

~ Stumblin', but yeah, you still lookin' hella fine

~ Keep doin' what you're doin' and I'll make you mine…

~ Well you're a hot mess, and I'm falling for you

"Stumbling, but yeah," he said, tilting his head to the side just a bit as her eyes met his. He let his current thoughts slip. "You're still looking hella fine," he flirted, back to his normal self as Gwen put her hands on his chest and shoved him back. It didn't succeed in pushing him over, only helping her stand without leaning on him. She patted down her now messy hair as she glared at him, meaning to give him a cold look, but couldn't help smiling.

"Keep doing what you're doing sweetheart, it's never going to work; I'll never make you mine," Duncan smirked arrogantly, folding his sleeved arms over his chest. Gwen did the same, mimicking him. Suddenly Duncan felt… guilty? Like, when he got caught spray painting the church walls, or stealing something ridiculous from the drugstore. It was always when he lied, covering up his actions. Was he… lying?

Gwen couldn't help it. As her wide smile grew, she playfully shoved Duncan in the arm, shaking him out of his thoughts. The stars twinkled brightly ahead as their laughter grew and melted together, becoming one resonating sound through the otherwise quiet and still night. As the sky and stars returned its attention back to the two teens, they were tumbling down a hill through trees, bushes, and luckily for them, not many rocks. Duncan was holding Gwen down, no, Gwen was holding Duncan, no, the other way around. It continued like that as they rolled down, not a care in the world as their smiles and snickers echoed. Nothing could stop these two now.

Bushes and smaller trees rustled with the wind and leaves as they rushed past, everything except each other a blur to them. Maybe they should have picked more out of that brief moment, maybe not, but it soon ended as they tumbled into a small field of tall grass, halting them on flat land again.

They broke apart and gasped for air, still giggling here and there as they breathed in the rich night air. Duncan was the first to stand, brushing off the few leaves and strands of grass he had on his clothes, not that he really cared about his appearance. The punk glanced where his friend had landed, waiting for her with a high and mighty smile. As she accompanied him, Mother Nature's nightlights once again caressed her skin, revealing it and presenting it to the world, and especially Duncan's watchful teal gaze. He blinked, and his smirk turned cocky and self-sure once more.

"You're a hot mess," he stated, leaning back against a tree and shrugging. Gwen had dried dead leaves all over her, broken twigs, grass stains, a rip in one of her many pairs of fishnet stockings, and even one or two squished berries. Her hair resembled a bird's nest, and her make-up was a bit smudgy here and there. She went about fixing herself as Duncan let his mind wander, finally succumbing to its allure, his curiosity getting the better of him. What was his conscience trying to tell him?

Instantly, as if on cue, his mind went off thinking thoughts he never would have on his own. He felt his eyes slowly widen as he listened. Gwen, you're still beautiful, it whispered, a hot mess or not. You're a hot mess Gwen, and I'm falling for you. That's when Duncan regained control and stood up straight as a board, feeling tense. Wow, even my thoughts are conceited, he mentally chuckled, but it died out quickly. His attempt at trying to lighten his own mood hadn't worked. He didn't know what to think, so he decided not to think at all, instead busying himself with a stray stick as he waited patiently for Gwen. The silent moments were not awkward, but comfortable, despite the notes of tenseness Duncan was playing out. She doesn't need to know, he finally told himself. Trent is still crazy about the girl. And Courtney and me… we're still crazy about each other… right? Right? Then he felt that feeling again, and had to trail his mind somewhere else. Gwen better hurry… he thought, glancing up at her.

Finally, she felt satisfied. Her hair wasn't as messy, and it looked decent enough. All twigs, leaves, crushed berries, etc. were wiped off her and under her black boots. Although, she couldn't check her make-up without a mirror. Thankfully, it was dark enough that it was hard to see in just the moonlight anyway. Duncan didn't seem to notice at all as he smiled widely at her. At last, Duncan's otherworldly thoughts started to subside, much to his relief. If he had to think about things like that, he did not want to think about them now; he just wanted to enjoy Gwen's presence while he still could, in her full splendor.

~ And I'm like, "Hot damn, let me make you my boo."

~ Cause you can shake it, shake it, shake it, yeah you know what to do

~ You're a, hot mess, loving it, hell yes!

Gwen gave her punk friend a tiny grin. "That was entirely your fault, you know," she stated, starting to climb back up the somewhat steep hill, dotted with bushes, trees, and large rocks. Duncan followed suit, trying to keep up with her shadowy petite form, but failing miserably as he tripped on a rock and had to hurry to catch up.

Gwen looked at his scrambling, clumsy, somewhat lit figure with the same grin. She paused, deciding to let him catch up. When he did, he was panting heavily, faking irritation. It failed though when he couldn't help but smile himself.

"No way, Gwendolyn. That was all yours," he accused falsely. Gwen rolled her eyes playfully as she started climbing again, Duncan right behind her. They now quietly went at the same pace, each fascinated by something or another. Duncan was still reconsidering his thoughts on Gwen, and meanwhile, she was pondering coming back here with Duncan to draw, though she didn't think he would have the patience for that. She sighed wistfully.

Caught up, Gwen tripped on a rock and lost her balance, sending her tumbling backwards. A gasp just escaped her mouth as Duncan's hand caught her around her skinny waist, holding on tightly to a large, low hanging tree branch. His eyes were wide with alarm as he looked down at her, horizontal, only held up by his strength.

"Hot damn, Gwen! You okay?" he asked, pulling her up to the point where she could hold her own. He let go as Gwen grasped the same rock she tripped over, steadying herself. The goth girl felt the warmth of Duncan's hand leave her back, and truthfully, she admitted to herself, she wished it were still there.

"I'm fine," she frowned, checking herself over for any scrapes or anything. When she came up clean, she smiled at him.

"Wow, 'Princess' would be freaking out if that were her," he said, referring to the C.I.T. he had for a girlfriend. "Let me make you my 'boo' Gwen!" He faked begging and being sweet, but Gwen just scoffed playfully and continued her way upwards.

After a few minutes of silence and Duncan's heavy panting, they reached the top of the hill where they sat and breathed. It only lasted a moment before they helped each other up and started out of the woods.

The roads were quiet at this time of night. No cars passed, motorcycles, kids in red wagons, nothing. The only thing on were the streetlights, their strong yellow light keeping the sidewalk viewable more than the moon and stars did. The two best friends stepped under one such patch of light as they made to cross the street. Luckily for them, their houses were right next to each other. They both had back and front yards, but Gwen's was more distinguishable, as she had trees, bushes, flowers, and other such things growing in hers. Duncan's parents kept a neat yard, so nothing broke the clean cut grass.

Gwen would have to be the first home, as Duncan's parents were either out or dead asleep, and Gwen's mom would be pissed if she found out that her daughter and her best guy friend had snuck out. The fact that they had gone into the forest wouldn't have helped Gwen's case, so Duncan helped her into her backyard, where there was fortunately a tall tree leading right up to her bedroom window.

"You know the song 'Shake It' by Metro Station?" Duncan questioned randomly, something he did often.

"Yeah, I have that song on my iPod. Why?" Gwen asked, looking at him as if he were in a mental asylum.

"No reason, just came to mind," he said. It was true. He had only found the song that day browsing on YouTube, and he came to like it, and he was just remembering now. Since Gwen was his best friend, he simply had to know if she liked the song as well, since they always had the same taste in almost… well… everything. Clothing (in a sense), music, movies, books, you name it; they had the same taste in it, except when it came to school. While Duncan hated it, Gwen cherished it.

The gothic girl shrugged, as did Duncan. "You know what to do," he told her, stuffing his hands in his jean pockets as he glanced upwards at the top of the tree, which was nestled on the roof of Gwen's two story house. She nodded at him, and wrapped her arms around him in an embrace. Surprised at her sudden gesture, he hugged her back, but only briefly before she started up the tree. He grinned and headed into his own house from the back, which was his best hope of avoiding his parents.

Luckily for him, they were dead asleep. He managed to tip toe up to his room, a skill he had picked up from stealing various times. As he slipped into his room, he was remembering the night he had experienced with Gwen. Flashbacks of the ridiculous things they said swarmed through his mind. He went up to his window, where he had a good view of Gwen's house. Had it been day time, or any other time than it currently was, he would have cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted to her, "You're a hot mess, Gwen! Am I loving it? I'm lovin' it, hell yes!" Knowing better, however, he refrained before changing into a pair of black sweats and slipping under his covers. His eyes fluttered closed, and it reminded him much of a movie fading to black. At the end, you see the dream, the thing the main character wanted most of all but couldn't have the whole movie, and finally had at the end. Except, in his movie, his picture that faded out to black, was of a gothic girl with pale skin shining under the moonlight. It was unmistakably Gwen.

Before he had the time to develop a real understanding of his foreshadowing, he was asleep, and he all but remembered it.

Well, what do you think? Should I continue? I know it's long, but bear with me. XD… so? R&R :)