Um… my friend wanted me to write this, so here it is. My really weird one-shot.
Thorns
Summary: He knew that trying was dangerous- he might get hurt in the process. But Duncan reached for his rose, and he held it tightly, even with its thorns.
I'm not the most… agreeable person.
I'm not the best at being calm, or being sweet, or kind.
And I never will be. I don't want to be. I'm a competitor, and being competitive makes you a little bit mean. Not mean, more… nutty. A bit more foolish of others feelings.
So yes, that about sums me up. Courtney Meeks- the competitive foolish nut.
Although I might not sound like one all the guys go for- considering I'm not easy, to hell with that crap- a lot of people hit on me. And I mean a lot.
So many boys! I remember- every single one of them, always trying to get me. They didn't succeed. I have a job to do in life, and that is to be the most educated and most successful person in the world. Am I a good person? I actually don't know- it's not the kind of question I ask myself each day. Probably not. Am I sweet? No, definitely not. So what was so appealing about me? Why did people want me?
I figured out that this was for the reason that I was hot. People had always stared at me because of the way I looked. But all of the guys who ever liked me gave up in a day- either scared by my attitude, or frustrated by the way I was unaffected by their charms. Which, really I wasn't affected at all. Boys weren't my thing.
And then he came along. Mr. Bad boy. He didn't even like me at first- and that was pushing it. He hated me. You could tell by the way he smiled when I couldn't jump off that mountain, or the way he frowned when he referred to me as 'Cyclops' after my little bug sting incident.
But by the end of the day- he started hanging around me. He started to tease me, to pester me, to aggravate the shit out of me. And that was only the beginning.
I kissed him. Not he kissed me- no, it was all me. I don't know how he did it, but he did.
I think that's because Duncan saw me, and knew what he wanted. He knew that trying was dangerous- he might get hurt in the process. But Duncan reached for his rose, and he held it tightly, even with its thorns. And that's what still amazes me. No one else ever did that. No one else ever tried harder than he did.
I guess he's just able to do that. I guess he really wanted that rose, which, when I think about it, makes me blush like mad.
No one else ever tried that hard. No one else wanted me as much as Duncan, and no rose ever fell so much for him. I guess it all evens out in the end.
That foolish, nutty rose with its thorns.
That bad, sweet boy with his goals.
Yes, in the end, it all evens out.
He who wants a rose must respect the thorn. -Persian Proverb
The quote… I really don't know. I made this because my friend said it would be good. I thought it was just weird though.
R&R!
