My FanFiction account is being weird, and won't let me properly edit my chapters on the site. So, please forgive any error's you see today (p.s – Yes, I do have tons of grammatical and spelling error's in my other chapters, however, I'm referring to structure error's. Once again, sorry about those).
*Criticism is welcomed
"Something in the way she moves,
Attracts me like no other lover.
Something in the way she woos me.
I don't want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how,"
'Crack' went Duncan's knuckles as he pressed them against each other. He had just dropped Gwen off at the lunchroom and headed to the gym. After what happened in the cell, he thought it best that they spend a few moments away from the other. Duncan had automatically headed for the weight room. Working out gave him a chance to clear his head and sort out his thoughts.
Duncan started off with bench presses. With each extension of his arms, he would release a loud exhale of air into the atmosphere. As he lifted the weights up and down, he began to think about Gwen.
He missed her from the moment she kicked him out till the moment he saw her again. Every night, Duncan would fall asleep with her image in his head. Especially during those drunken one-night stands he would often share with bar bimbo's. Even in prison, he would dream about her coming to bail him out like she always did. However, she never came.
He released the weight and sat up from the bench. Man he was pathetic. Gwen had probably gotten over him the second he stepped out of the door. Like every normal person, she had gotten on with her life. He mentally slapped himself for being such a little whinny child. That's why he decided to act extremely causal around her, almost as if nothing had ever happened. If Gwen ever found out his real feelings, she'd probably think he was some stalker whom couldn't move on from his collage love affair.
With resentment and anger, Duncan marched over to the rack of dumbbells and selected the heaviest one, and quickly fell into a set of bicep curls. With each curl of the arm, he wanted to punch himself in the face. Today, he had let his emotions run wild with hope. And how did that turn out? He placed them in the most uncomfortable position. Duncan growled at himself. He would be lucky if Gwen would ever want to talk to him again.
As Duncan worked out, he wasn't paying a ton of attention to the people around him, so it surprised him greatly when he saw Gwen walk in. He watched her search the room and secretly hopped that she was looking for him. Maybe she had forgotten all about the events that had taken place in the cell. He saw her eyes fall on him, and a smile spread across her face. He thanked God as he watched her trot over to where he was standing.
"Hey there stranger," she said in a low voice. "Missed you at lunch,"
Duncan smiled. Lucky for him, she had forgotten all about it. "I needed some time to work on this beauty," he said, using his hands to gesture to his body.
Gwen gave him a sweet smile. If he only knew what she was thinking. She had spent all of lunch obsessing over their actions. She was slightly heartbroken to see that he had just brushed it off. "How masculine of you," she said with an approving nod. Duncan chuckled, and went back to exercising. He found himself working extra hard knowing that Gwen was watching. "I must admit though, this place gets kind of boring after a while," said Gwen glancing around the room.
"I usually just spend my time in here," said Duncan "But I guess it might be a little dull for the weaker ones," he said with a sly look. After all this time he still knew exactly what to do to push Gwen's buttons. Just as he suspected, Gwen flashed him a disapproving look.
"Excuse me?" she asked, placing her hands firmly on her hips. "Did you just call me weak?"
"Yes. Yes I did. Got a problem, sweetheart?" he challenged.
Gwen paused. An enraged look was plastered on her face. "I'll make a bet with you. There's a basket ball court outside," she said swiftly.
Duncan chuckled a little. "Alright, what's the wager?"
"I win, you give me your pillow for the rest of our stay," she said strictly.
"And what if I win?" asked Duncan.
"The satisfaction knowing you were right for a change?" snapped Gwen.
Duncan shook his head. "No. You got something. What do I get?" he asked.
"What could you possibly want from me?" asked Gwen, rolling her eyes.
Duncan gave her a wicked smile. "If I win, you have to use me as the pillow," he said ominously. After he said it, he regretted it. What if what he said was taken the wrong way? What if it made things awkward between them again? He almost wanted to slap himself, but remained calm and hoped Gwen would take it as the joke it was meant to be.
Gwen's eyes did widen a little out of shock. Was he really being that suggestive? Or was he being the same old Duncan she had learned to love? She quickly shrugged it off and prayed it was a joke. Giving him a mischievous look, she extended her right hand. "You're on," she said as they shook on it.
"Somewhere in her smile she knows,
That I don't need no other lover.
Something in her style that shows me.
I don't want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how,"
Word of their bet got out quickly, and the two players found their little game being watched not only by other convicts, but by a few of the policemen. Some of the men were cheering for Duncan, but a good majority of the audience was cheering for Gwen. However, it did feel as more of a pity cheer. After all, they didn't expect too much out of her. Even from a distance she looked meek compared to Duncan. "Are you sure you want to do this?" asked Duncan passing her the ball. Gwen caught it perfectly, and then proceeded to toss the ball into the hoop from half court.
"I think I can handle it," she winked. "First to ten wins. Call your own fouls,"
And thus, the game commenced. At first, Duncan took it a little easy on her, but when the score became 5-1 for Gwen, he started to take it up a notch. The game then became quite ferocious as the two viscously battle against each other for the win.
"Since … when … did … you … get … so … good?" asked Duncan as he gasped for air.
Gwen proceeded to spin the ball on the tip of her middle finger. "You're not the only one who's been to prison you know," she smiled "Score is 8-7 for me. You're ball,"
It wasn't long before the two of them were tied with a score of 9-9. Tension was raising, as the audience cheered loudly for their selected player. By this point, it was hard to tell whom anyone was cheering for, however, neither of the players seemed to even notice the audience. They were too locked into the game as they maneuvered their way around the court. "Next … point … wins, …" panted Gwen. Duncan had possession of the ball, and was studying the court carefully as he planned his next move. As he began to dribble, he couldn't help but feel the pressure of his fellow male inmates. Would they give him shit if he lost to a girl? Suddenly, and without warning, Gwen stole the ball from him and charged to the net. He tried to chase after her, but it as too late; she had already scored the last point. The audience went crazy with applause as Duncan began to laugh. Who cares about any of the guys anyway? He knew he could easily take care of anyone who pissed him off. Besides, most of them were pretty decent people.
"Good … game, pasty," wheezed Duncan. As he patted Gwen on the back.
"Not … so … bad … yourself …" she rasped.
"You're asking me will my love grow,
I don't know, I don't know.
Stick around, and it may show,
But I don't know, I don't know,"
When it was all over, the two made their way back to their cell; both of them sweaty and tried. "I think I'll just go the sleep now and skip dinner," said Gwen as she entered the cell. Duncan nodded as he went to lay on his bed. When he finally got himself into a comfortable position (eyes closed and all), he felt something tap his shoulder. Opening one eye, he saw Gwen standing above him. "Scoot," she commanded softly.
Duncan raised an eyebrow at her. "What?" he asked.
"Make room," she clarified. He gave her a puzzled look as he shifted over to one side of the bed.
"But I lost," he pointed out.
Gwen shrugged. "I know. But I thought I'd give you back some of your dignity," she said as she slid in next to him. Gwen herself was shocked with her actions. However, something in her heart told her to do it, and in her mind, it felt right. "Good night," she said before she dozed off, her head planted on the center of his chest.
"Good night," he said back. His body was stiff at first, not quite sure what to do. But after a while, he started to relax and let his eyes drift to sleep. It felt good having Gwen in his arms again.
"Something in the way she knows,
And all I have to do is think of her.
Something in the things she shows me.
I don't want to leave her now.
You know I believe and how,"
Song: Something
Artist: The Beatles
