Authors Note: *This is my first ever fanfic, and I'd like any form of criticism you have, so don't hold back. I'm not done writing this story yet, I kinda just have creativity block, so I'll continue to edit it and upload more parts as soon as I get more ideas. It's kind of short. Yup. That's all. So thanks for um reading this.*

Duncan's p.o.v

There was a new girl that just came into town. IMHO, she was a babe. Having only just gotten here, I decided, I could take that little opening as a chance to get to know this mysterious girl.

She had come with two people just about as pale skinned as her, but slightly darker. One looked a few years younger than her, he was wearing a backwards blue and white cap followed by a yellow-ish brown-ish shirt with a skull on it and blue jeans, carrying a guitar case and some luggage with an annoyed look on his face. I smirked as I looked down at my shirt, which also had a skull on it. There was also an older looking lady with her, wearing all pink. She was pretty hot too, but my attention focused on the girl with the black and teal hair, standing next to the other two characters. I smirked as I realized that she had been staring at something. "O shit!" I muttered, as I realized the item of her attention was me.

I walked over to them. She quickly looked away.

Gwen's p.o.v

"OMG! He's coming over here. Keep it cool Gwen, keep it cool!" A cough cleared my throat as my mother nudged me, startled at the punk's slightly threatening appearance. Too afraid to talk, I intuited. I gave her a quick glance before saying "Hi. My name's Gwen Davis. My family's new here. We got this map on our way over, but it's a little confusing" I said with a nervous chuckle. He smirked. He could tell that we felt a little uneasy being in his presence – ("I kinda have that affect on people" he thought). "Newbs huh?" he chuckled. Although he knew he was being extremely out of character, he offered to help us. For a small fee of course. "Well, you're in luck" he said as he mentally patted himself on the back as a sudden thought struck his mind. "I am an official tour guide around these parts." He thought twice about whether he should con us out of our money or not. He quickly answered no. Although it may not sound like a big deal to you, it was for him. For this young man, this thought, it was definitely a first. "If you'd like, I could give you a tour" he said. "Normally," he made sure to mention "I wouldn't be giving you a freebie, but I'm feeling oddly generous today, and I think I will. Just 'cause I'm that nice" "Oh great, he's one of those guys." I thought. But there was something interesting about him. Something different. And I was all about being different. "My names Duncan Matthews" he said as he smirked "I'm a bit famous around these parts if I do say so myself." He said giving me a wink. "Duncan" I thought, "hmm."

Duncan's P.O.V.

Her mother was surprisingly both pleased and bewildered after the tour of the town. Although, she didn't trust me at first, she had to admit, I was actually warming up to her. "Wow mom" Gwen began "I hate to admit it, but you were right, this place is pretty cool." "Are we going to be staying here?" asked the boy, surprisingly with no annoyance on his face. "Hmm, I don't know. I'm not sure, if it's the right place."

Having been constantly moving around to different places, due to financial problems, and her family being "special" and all,the brunette wondered whether staying in one place would actually be a good thing for them. "Hey" Duncan said suddenly "this town's not so bad, don't knock it till you try it" he said trying hard to convince them that staying might not be such a bad idea. "You know, for the town's sake of course. More people means more income. It'd really be best for the town." He thought. Gwen tried to hide a laugh. Confused, Duncan just smiled and winked at her.

Gwen's P.O.V.

" Hmm." My mom avidly thought about it for a while before coming to some concluding thoughts. "I really hope that we get to stay… Um, 'cause it would be cool living here is all" I thought. No other reason but that. I laughed a nervous mental laugh. "Why the hell am I talking to myself?"

They were walking. And for no apparent reason, Gwen's younger brother quickly ran off, as something had caught his eye. It was a guitar shop. And in the display case was a brand new, classic black, electric Gibson guitar.

"M-m-mom?" He struggled to let out, hands and head pressed against the cool glass window of the guitar shop, interrupting his mother's train of thought. "Yes dear?" she asked. "G-g-g-Gibson…" was all he could manage to say. "I'm sorry sweetie, but we can't really afford…" She stopped in her tracks. He had pulled away from the window. There was that look on his face again. A look of; angst, sorrow, and misery had appeared on it. A look that was all too familiar. It was the look he had on his face, the night my brother and I awoke to a small crashing noise, and rushed down the stairs to our living room. Only to find him - the man I refused to call father, walking out the door as he left my mother sobbing on the floor. Physically and mentally broken. My brother only showed that face when he was truly truly disappointed, which was not often. I patted him on the back. Remembering that moment. A tear ran down my cheek, and I quickly tried to hide it. Duncan, didn't know me or my family yet. But the look on his face when we saw mine, showed nothing but care and true sympathy, something my family had not received for a long time. His famous grin, turned into a sorrow filled look.

The day moved on and so did our lives. Duncan and I both went home to our families, keeping each other in the back of our minds. We had both experienced something we couldn't explain. I felt like we had... some sort of connection, but I couldn't figure out why... I know. I know, totally girly. But, it was the truth. I was glad I met him. He was a true friend.

Gwen's p.o.v.

I've been living here for almost a month now. Life's been pretty good. This place had something, my family had never experienced for a long time due to our history. It had people, that didn't care about who you were or where you came from, but focused more on the content of your character. Honestly, it felt too good to be true. All, of this felt too weird to be my life. My life was crappy, this wasn't. But it was also too lucid to be a dream. I wasn't living in a five story house, and I didn't have a rich family, but I had a compassionate community of people whom I loved, for their unique qualities. Either way I didn't care, everything was perfect. Just perfect. Duncan and I actually grew to be good friends. He was still a flirt, and I learned about his criminal ways which my mom was oblivious to, as always. But as I continued to experience this happiness, I later realized that this was real life. Nothing this good could last forever, I just knew it. Something would ruin it. Something always does. My realization came true later that day, while Duncan and I were hanging out and "it" reared its ugly head.

*End of part one. I will continue this whether this gets the views or not. As you can tell by my little blurb, yes Gwen does have a dark hidden secret. I will reveal it in the following chapters, but I'll keep leaving little hints along the way. This is my first ever fanfiction, if that's what you call it, and I'd love to get feedback on this. I haters gonna hate, let em hate. Any suggestions you have I'm all ears. Part two will be posted hopefully later today, More characters will be introduced, including Courtney. I hate her guts man. Peace out, and as my favorite wrestler once said "You can't see me!"*