Hey! I'm re-posting this story due to me "needed to remove the lyrics" So… no lyrics! Same story, though.
ATTENTION! Sadly, I do not own Total Drama, just some peeps in Canada… or Ours by Taylor Swift- she owns it! And, to be fair, if I owned TD, Gwen and Duncan would've stuck together in TDAS and Duncan would not be in prison! HERE WE GO!
Why is everyone so quiet? I thought as I entered the elevator. I stood in the middle of the mob. I noticed a couple people eyeing me, but I could care less. The silence was killing me though. I wish I took the stairs! I knew that if you were here, in this cramped, musty elevator, listening to this weird jazz song, I would be laughing at a joke about how the old lady in the corner is hugging her dog. I began to laugh at the thought, watching her, trying desperately to stifle the noise. Sadly for me, the small room, silent as it is, you could hear the smallest of sounds.
I began nervously coughing as the others around me stared. I shrunk to the back. I looked back over at the lady and, all of a sudden, she ripped one! I finally let out my outburst, not caring at all about their looks. Man, I miss that jail bird… I thought once I calmed myself down. Sadly, I would not see my Juvie until later, cause right now, I have to spend my time here.
I hate the glances we get. Random people staring us down on the sidewalk. I can see the disapproval in their eyes, but it doesn't matter.
"No matter what these strangers think, I will always choose you." I tell him when he gets upset over someone's comments. He always looks into my eyes loving, and I know, they couldn't be more wrong.
I never thought that CIT bitch ex of his would track me down. I never thought she go psycho, following my around. The first sign I got was that evil lip gloss smile. I saw her on the street, spying on us. I could tell she was planning to jump out at us. She was going to try and catch his eyes, get his attention, but she doesn't know one thing. She doesn't see what we've got. She doesn't see it's real, like the others. This is my Juvie, and no one will ever change that.
I feel his rough hand grab mine protectively when we walk down the street. Some would think these hands would be uncomfortable to hold, they'd be odd, it would never feel right. My hands, though, fit perfectly, like they were made for his. We can fight off all the doubt thrown at us, and I know I will give him faith. Faith in love, faith in hope, faith in what's ours.
He's perfect. Nothing is wrong with him, not the little gap in his front teeth. Not any of the things Courtney made a list to change. I always loved the way he talked, like only I can decode the little messages he gives me. Every hidden riddle makes me smile. His few tattoos, my father thinks they mark him, I think they help make him. The story behind each one is unique, and they are all apart of him, have affected his past. My favorite being our matching ones; a matching My heart is yours written inside our ring fingers.
We can get through everything. I know we've been through a lot. No one ever understood, but we got the truth. We are unique and special, and this requires a special love. I, Gwen Scotts, have a unique and special love for Duncan Clark. A love that is ours.
Soooo… Watcha thinking? Not my best, but whatever! R&R!
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