Anna's Note-
So I, um, yeah... Just read below when you've finished with the crappy chapter.
Special thanks to my beautiful Nina for beta'ing this chapter. Love her. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Story is from My Best Friend's Wedding. Characters are from Total Drama Series. Words are from me.
Chapter 10 – Blind Sighted
We accept the love we think we deserve. –Stephen Chbosky
Chapter 10
Date: Monday 15th August 2013
Time: 11:21 am
POV: Gwen Hastings
Age: 25 Years Old
Place: Outside the Hastings' Residence
We came back from the Lakehouse yesterday with everyone feeling relaxed and serene. Well, everyone except me. I was too busy worrying myself; thinking about what Duncan had said.
But that wasn't the only thing worrying me right now.
I sighed as Noah put all his things in the back of his Austin Martin Vanquish. He came back to me to say his final departing words.
I sighed.
"Do you have to go?" I asked with a frown.
"Bitch, you know I only came here for the weekend," he sassed. I frowned even more. He looked at my expression and sobered up, his playful grin falling into a frown as well. "Hey, you'll be fine."
I nodded, not looking at him.
"I know..."
He grabbed me forcefully by my shoulders and I lifted my eyes to see him with a stern expression.
"You will be fine," he repeated, emphasising each word carefully.
I smiled.
"I know."
He smiled back.
"Good."
He then pulled me into a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around his lean body and sighed at the warmth.
Yeah, I was going to miss him.
"Ahem," a cough emerged from behind me.
I pulled away and saw Duncan standing there with a blank expression.
"Oh!" I gasped, surprised to see him. I hadn't heard a word from him since the incident in the woods yesterday. "Hi," I mumbled.
"Hello," he nodded.
I took in his appearance.
He was wearing a familiar blue ironed shirt and those god awful oxford shoes. However, a smile lit up my face when I saw that his hair was messy with no sign of hair gel, like yesterday. And are those...jeans? No khaki pants?
While I was admiring his looks, apparently there was an awkward silence; which Noah broke oh-so-subtly by sliding an arm around my waist and coughing.
"Um, right," Duncan said, snapping out of whatever haze he was in. He tore his eyes from my body and looked to my face. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked.
Cocking my head to the side, I stared at him with curiosity.
"Sure," I shrugged indifferently.
Noah pouted.
"But I wasn't done with the hugging," he whined melodramatically, and I knew he was joking. I shoved him.
"Oh, stop being a baby," I chastised.
He laughed.
"Alright, Gwenny, whatever you say," he saluted.
I chuckled before pulling away from Noah and walking to where Duncan was standing in front of his lawn with his arms crossed over his chest.
"What's up?" I asked him, trying to get past the awkwardness.
He stayed silent for a moment. His mouth opened and closed countless time, as if he didn't know how to phrase his sentence. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke.
"I'm sorry."
His words confused me.
"Sorry?" I questioned. "For what?" I raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious.
He visibly looked uncomfortable.
"For...what I said at the woods yesterday..." he explained.
"Oh," I mumbled.
"I didn't mean it," he hastily added.
"Oh..." I mumbled again, but this time with a hint of sadness. He obviously noticed because he quickly carried on with a panicked expression.
"Well, I kind of did mean it," he said. "I just...I didn't mean to come off so hostile."
I guess that made it a little better.
"Right..." I nodded. "No, it's fine. I understand," I said unconvincingly with a fake smile.
He sighed and ran a hand through his already messy hair.
"Look, I just get the feeling that there is this barrier between us," he began. "And, I don't like it."
I nodded in understanding.
"I know, I feel that too," I agreed.
He surprised me by taking my hand in his.
"Let's do something today," he offered. "Just you and me."
I smiled.
"That sounds nice."
"Yeah, I gotta go ring shopping. Then we can have dinner, maybe?" he asked, hopefully. He must've seen the sad look in my eyes at the mention of his wedding because he added. "Please? I really need my best friend right now."
Best friend.
He said best friend!
I sighed and smiled.
"On one condition," I debated.
He genuinely looked scared.
"What?"
I smirked.
"You have to let me pick out what you're gonna wear."
He groaned.
"You've gotta be kidding me."
"Hey, I'm not going around town with you looking like that. I have a reputation, you know," I teased.
He rolled his eyes.
"Alright, smarty pants," he chuckled. "Go say bye to your boyfriend and I'll see you in 5; no later than 5," he said sternly.
"Yeah, yeah, see you later."
Date: Monday 15th August 2013
Time: 11:45 am
POV: Gwen Hastings
Age: 25 Years Old
Place: In Duncan's Car
I rolled my eyes at Duncan.
"Really?" I asked sarcastically.
"What?" he asked back as though he was truly puzzled.
I huffed.
Currently, Kesha's 'Die Young' was blaring out from his car and I was almost embarrassed to be in the same Mercedes as him.
I face-palmed.
"I see she's changed your taste in music too," I snarked, half joking and half bitter.
He looked at me defensively while continuing to drive.
"Whaat? It's catchy!"
I groaned, grabbing the Aux Cord and plugging it into my phone. If I was going to survive through a whole car ride with him, I was not listening to pop.
I put on some A.C.D.C and put it on shuffle.
He smirked at me.
"Highway to Hell?"
I shrugged.
"Still the same, Hastings," he chuckled with a shake of his head as he focused back on the road.
I flinched at his words. I knew he meant them jokingly, but I couldn't help feeling defensive.
"Yeah, well, what's wrong with that?" I asked, avoiding eye contact.
He smiled.
"I didn't say it was a bad thing."
I smiled back.
The rest of the car ride was filled with loud silence.
Date: Monday 15th August 2013
Time: 12:02pm
POV: Gwen Hastings
Age: 25 Years Old
Place: At Tiffany's & Co.
"We're at Tiffany's?" I asked as we entered the highly expensive store.
He nodded.
"I've already picked out the ring online. I just want your opinion on it."
I shrugged.
"Alright," I agreed. "But still, Tiffany's is very pricey."
He smiled.
"I only want best for the girl I love," he said solemnly, staring me straight in the eyes.
My heart stopped and shattered at his words.
For the girl he loves... Courtney.
My eyes welled up with tears and I turned my head before he could see them. But evidently, I wasn't quick enough.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked with a hand on my shoulder.
I wiped at eyes.
"Uh, yeah, I just got something in my eye," I chuckled before turning to him, seeing a smile on his face. "What?" I asked, puzzled. "Oh god is my mascara running?"
My hands went to wipe at my face, but he grabbed and pulled them away before they could do anything.
"No, you look beautiful," he encouraged with a genuine smile.
All the blood in my body rushed to my cheeks as I blushed.
"Hi, can I help you?" the young sales assistant asked from the counter in front of us, eyeing Duncan in the process.
He turned to the blonde, whose nametag said her name was Ashley.
"Duncan Carter," he introduced. "I have an appointment today?"
Her eyes lit up.
"Ah yes! My boss told me you would come by. Let me just get your order," she practically purred before skipping off to the back.
"Ugh," I rolled my eyes.
"What?" he asked, turning to me with a quizzical expression.
I stared blankly at him.
"Oh come on," I challenged. "Tell me you noticed that."
He cocked his head to the side.
"What are you talking about?"
I huffed and growled.
"You're so BLIND."
He narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the Ashley chick.
"Hi, Mr Carter?" she asked in a sickly sweet voice. "I have your order right here."
"Oh thank you," he replied, taking the box from her and giving her the charming Carter smile. Ugh.
"If you need anything else, just call me," she said in a tone that suggested that it was some sort of innuendo.
I rolled my eyes at her attempts.
Duncan just chuckled at me and turned to me with the blue Tiffany's box.
"Ready?" he asked as if it was some big reveal. Well, it was a big reveal. If I knew Courtney, which I did, I know that she wants some giant rock of a ring, probably in pink. And if I knew Duncan, which I obviously did, I know that he would do anything for his 'princess'.
With that thought, I nodded firmly.
He slowly opened the lid of the box, keeping his eyes firmly on me to judge my impression.
The blue lid being lifted off revealed the most beautiful wedding ring I had ever seen in my life.
It was a gorgeous princess cut ring, with silver encrusted bands and a shining diamond stone in the middle.
"Whoa..." I whispered out, my eyes wide with awe.
He smiled at me with sheepish expression.
"This looks...expensive?" I asked, running my finger over it.
"Yeah," he said guiltily. "What do you think?"
"It's beautiful," I sighed in a hushed tone before gaining my composure. "Er, I mean, I think Courtney will love it."
It was definitely how I imagined it; pricey silver ring with a giant diamond in the middle. It's definitely Courtney's type.
Duncan smiled at me.
"You think so?" he asked nervously.
I nodded.
"I know so."
My eyes started to well up with tears again. Suddenly, it all became all too real. He bought a ring and he was going to give it to Courtney on their wedding day...
"You okay?" he asked as I turned my head away from him again.
I cleared my throat.
"Yeah, um, so..." I mumbled trying to change the topic. "How much was this exactly?"
Now it was his turn to look away guiltily.
"Duncan?" I asked. "How much was it?"
"Uhh..." he hesitated and I knew he had gone overboard and spent too much money on this. I cocked an eyebrow at him and he sighed. "Ten thousand."
My eyes turned as big as saucers at the revelation.
"WHAT?!" I yelled a little too loud, grabbing the attention of everyone in the room. "Sorry," I mumbled to everyone before turning to Duncan again. "Ten fucking thousand?! Are you kidding me?!"
"What?" he asked wide eyed. "Too much?"
"YES!" I whispered harshly before closing my eyes and willing myself to calm the fuck down. "God, Duncan," I groaned.
He shrugged.
"I know it may seem kind of idiotic—" he started.
"Yeah, no shit," I snorted.
He ignored my comment and carried on.
"But I just want the best for my princess," he said, his lips quirking up on one side into a smile.
I faked a smile and resisted the urge to gag.
"Well, that's great," I said in a sugary voice that sounded way too much like the Ashley chick from before.
"Should I get it?" he asked.
If I was honest, I was going to scream no at him; but if I did that then I would be a horrible best friend, and that's not what Duncan needed right now. So I played along.
"Yes, Courtney would love it," I smiled.
His face lit up with joy and he leaned in to hug me tight. I patted his back and sighed. When he pulled back, I made sure to keep the smile on my face.
"Hey, can I ask you for a favour?" he asked.
"Anything."
He smiled and handed me the blue box.
"Can you look after the box until later tonight?" he asked.
I looked at him confused.
"Later tonight?" I asked back.
"I have some errands to run with Court but I was wondering if you and I could catch dinner tonight? At The Rivera?" he said, sounding like a question instead.
"Just us?" he nodded and I smiled. "That sounds nice."
"Great! Thank you so much! I'm late, but I'll pick you up at 8? Dress fancy. Thanks, Gwen," he kissed my cheek and ran off, leaving me with a blue tiffany's box in my hand.
"Fuck," I muttered.
Date: Monday 15th August 2013
Time: 7:53pm
POV: Gwen Hastings
Age: 25 Years Old
Place: At Hastings' Residence
I was ready for my date/not date with Duncan. If fact since this is our first dinner together in so long, I put a little extra effort into looking good.
A teal and black body-con dress was hugging my curves up to the knee, which was a moderate length. A simple black belt wrapped around the cocktail dress. With the dress went incredibly high black louboutins which made my legs look like they went on for miles. Diamond studded earrings occupied my ears. My makeup was light, with only smokey eyes and lip gloss. And my hair was straight and half-up-half-down.
I looked at myself in the mirror and I thought I actually looked good. To say that I was proud of putting together an entire outfit without the help of my gay best friend would be an understatement.
I was halfway through applying the lip gloss on my lips when my eyes drifted to the right corner of my dressing table. Sitting there, wrapped in a silky white bow, was the ring...mocking me; a beautiful ring inside a beautiful box that was begging to be opened.
I admit, curiosity did get the best of me.
After some debating, I snatched the box and carefully took off the bow, making sure I could tie it back up when I was done with my gawking. The blue lid slid right off and revealed the diamond.
Then without further thinking, I slipped the ring directly on my ring finger, moving my hand in front of me to gaze at it affectionately.
"Beautiful..." I whispered. "Yet so pretentious."
Diamonds and Tiffany's boxes were never really my thing. It just screamed 'COURTNEY' to me.
Disgusted, I decided to take the ring off and put it back in the box.
The only problem was...the ring would come OFF.
The motherfucker was stuck!
I tried for the next 5 minutes to yank and twist the thing off, but no luck. Then followed a 10 minute attempt to wash it off, but I didn't want the diamond to get ruined. I tried calling Noah, but the bastard wouldn't pick up his phone.
By the time the clock struck 8:08pm, I heard my dad calling out from downstairs.
"GWEN," his voice bellowed. "Duncan's here!"
I CAN'T GO TO DINNER WITH DUNCAN WHILE WEARING COURTNEY'S RING.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
"Gwen hurry up! We're gonna be late for our reservation!" Duncan yelled out from downstairs.
"C-COMING!" I stuttered back.
Think, think, think!
WWND
What Would Noah Do?
Then a thought struck.
"Please tell me you're still here, please tell me you're still here," I chanted in my head.
I searched through my old drawers full of some of my old clothing until I found exactly what I was looking for; my old half cut, lacy black glove. I could just wear one of my left hand and hide the ring until I can call Noah tomorrow and get it off!
EUREKA! THAT'S IT!
"GWEN!"
I yanked the glove on my hand and raced down the stairs as fast as I could while wearing heels. What I saw waiting for me made me grin and lessened my panic for a minute.
There standing was Duncan, dressed handsomely in dark wash jeans, navy button up shirt with sleeves rolled up, CASUAL DRESS SHOES, and with his hair in a complete and utter mess without a trace of hair gel.
He looked lick-worthy.
"I am so glad I got to pick out your outfit," I said while looking him up and down and smirking, arms folding across my chest.
He chuckled and walked closer.
"You don't look half bad either." I blushed. "I especially like this glove. I remember you wo—"
He reached for my left hand, and I suddenly went back into panic mode. Without thinking about it, I snatched my hand back while yelling "NO."
"Huh?" he gave me a quizzical look.
My eyes widened.
"I um..." Think of something! Quick! "Noooooo way! Is that the time? We should really get going! Let's go!"
I grabbed his arm and yanked him out of there.
This was going to be a long night.
Date: Saturday 22nd August 2005
Time: 01:03pm
POV: Gwen Hastings
Age: 17 Years Old
Place: At Romero's Diner
"Stop staring at Gwen's legs," Duncan gritted out, glaring at Geoff across the table.
My eyes widened as well as Geoff's and I crossed my legs involuntarily.
"I was not!" he denied.
"You were too!"
"Was not!"
"Yes you were!" Duncan yelled.
Okay, maybe I shouldn't have worn torn up shorts.
"Guys, this is ridiculous," I rolled my eyes. "Both of you need to pipe the fuck down."
"You," Duncan said to me all of a sudden with an accusatory glare. "Was it really necessary to wear shorts that barely cover your ass when we're hanging out with friends?"
I cocked an eyebrow.
"Oh no you didn't," scoffed Leshawna.
"Excuuuse me?" I scoffed as well.
"What?" Duncan provoked. "Couldn't you wear jeans or something?"
I took a deep breath before I did something crazy like smashed his head against the table.
"First of all, it's the middle of July and burning hot. Second of all, I can wear whatever the fuck I want. I don't need to consult you in every damn second of my life, dad," I spat out, emphasizing the last word and making him flinch.
"Yeah, you're right, I guess," he grumbled out.
"Besides, you can't blame the guy," Tyler added. "Gwen does have nice legs."
"Mmhm, all toned n' creamy and shit," DJ remarked, making me roll my eyes.
Duncan was out of his seat and across the table in a flash.
"You son of a—"
"Duncan!"
Tyler, DJ and Geoff laughed their asses off as Leshawna and I tried to contain Duncan.
"The hell are you guys laughing for?" he growled out.
DJ wiped a tear from his eye.
"Relax, man, we're just messin' with you."
"Damn, who knew Mr Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma'am Duncan would turn out to be the jealous type," Leshawna remarked teasingly.
"Oh shut the fuck up," Duncan grumbled some more.
I laughed and leaned into his ear.
"Well, I happen to find it quite hot," I smirked, placing a kiss on his jaw.
He looked at me from the corner of his eyes.
"Oh yeah?" he questioned.
"Mmhhmm," I hummed affirmatively.
His lips then descended upon mine as he kissed me passionately in front of our and friends and the entire diner. One of his hands held my cheek while the other was placed firmly on my exposed thigh.
"Ah jeez," Tyler groaned. "Not again."
"Ya see, this is why we don't hang out with you two," quipped Leshawna.
"Damn right, this always happens," Geoff agreed.
Duncan and I broke apart and I let out a nervous chuckled.
"Oops, sorry."
Duncan winked at me.
Our desert arrived and I quickly dug into my cherry cheesecake, loving the burst of flavour in my mouth. I saw Duncan watching me with a smirk while devouring his chocolate brownie but I couldn't quite place why. Oh well. Back to eating.
Just as I was about to eat my last bite of the cheesecake, I saw something that immediately made me drop my appetite for Romero's delicious dessert.
Heather and her group of skanks.
They passed our table and saw all of us laughing and joking with each other and decided to stop by and say hello, much to our displeasure.
"Well, well, well," she goaded. "Look who we have here."
Geoff rolled his eyes.
"What the hell do you guys want?"
"Gosh, I just wanted to say hi," she exaggerated. "And here I thought we were friends!"
Duncan snorted and her hawk-like eyes immediately snapped to him. Then it trailed down to where his hand was on my thigh and the bitch grinned evilly at me.
"Well, nice to see you too, Duncan," she purred. "Long time, no see?"
Duncan looked taken aback by her moderately friendly behaviour and was frazzled for a second.
"Uh...yeah," he droned uncomfortably. "Whatever."
Her eyes glared at me while she asks Duncan, "Wow, that brownie looks amazing! Mind if I have a bite?"
If it was even possible, he looked more comfortable and it was almost laughable. Almost. The smile Heather was giving me was slightly unnerving.
"Um, okay...?"
Duncan offered her the fork but she refused.
"Sorry, just got my nails done!" she chirped. "Mind feeding it to me?"
Oh good lord.
"If I do, will you guys leave us the fuck alone?" he asked.
Noo!
Duncan, don't, you clueless bastard!
I yelled at him internally.
Heather nodded eagerly and Duncan broke off a piece of his brownie and held it up to her mouth. She made a huge show of wrapping her red lips around the fork and taking the treat off of it with her tongue, bending forward so her barely covered breasts were right in front of his goddamn face.
"Mmmm," she moaned while keeping her eyes on me.
Grr.
"Okay, I think that's enough," I spoke up, yanking his arm from her grip and making him drop the fork with a loud clang on his plate. "You may leave now."
Duncan looked to me with raised eyebrows, as did Heather and the rest of her skanks, in surprise. Hell, even I was surprised that I had managed to find my voice. But was I going to back down? Fuck no.
"Excuse me?" Heather's screeching voice erupted, sounding like nails on a chalkboard.
"You're excused," I quipped. "Literally. Get the fuck out."
I saw the shift in her eyes, but she wasn't going to go down easy either.
"Who are you to tell me what to do?" she scoffed.
"I'm the girlfriend of the guy you're trying to eyefuck," I blurted out without thinking.
A round of gasps escaped from the skanks and Heather's eyes looked totally animated as she gawked at me in awe.
"Girlfriend?!" she exclaimed, and I was tempted to plug my fingers in my ears to block out the heinous noise. Then she laughed to herself as if I was lying. "As if! You wish!"
I'm guessing she didn't get the news and thought that I was only just having a huge crush on him.
Time to break that little bubble up.
I grabbed Duncan by the collar and pulled his mouth onto mine for a sound kiss. His tense muscles melted against mine and he kissed me back with just as much vigour. I distinctively heard the sound of Leshawna cheering loudly and Heather gasping again, but I can't be too sure because I had once again managed to lose myself in Duncan.
Reluctantly, I pulled myself away enough to smirk at Heather while Duncan placed a few light kisses on my jaw and down my neck. Usually, I would've stopped him out of embarrassment but this time I wanted them to see.
"Wh-What the..."
"So next time I even catch you looking at him the way you just did, I'm going to mutilate your already over-used vagina and hot wax your fucking face. Don't tempt me." She visibly looked afraid, but hid it well enough. "Bye!" I added with a sweet smile.
"Weirdo," she muttered under her breath before scampering off.
An eerie silence filled the table and I went back to eating my cheesecake.
"So..." Duncan began. "What were you saying about me being too jealous?"
And then the conversation erupted.
"Oh my god, girl, that was TOO good!"
"Bruh, I can't believe you just did that!"
"I want more cake!"
"Did you SEE her face? PRICELESS."
"Yeah, yeah, sorry about that," I brushed it off, suddenly embarrassed.
Leshawna, Tyler, Geoff and DJ started discussing Heather's shocked face as Duncan leaned in close to me and whispered.
"You know, jealousy looks pretty hot on you too." I glared at him and pushed him away before he could try to kiss me. "What did I do?" he asked, confused.
"Why don't you go and feed Heather some more cake, hm?" I retorted sarcastically.
His eyes widened.
"I didn't know she was going to try and swallow the fork trying to seduce me!" he interjected.
I let out a frustrated growl.
"God, Duncan, you can be so goddamn BLIND sometimes! You don't see what's right in front of you!"
Irritated and totally out of it, I looked down at my lap before I started crying.
However, Duncan wasn't having any of that. He placed his finger under my chin and lifted my face up to meet his eyes, and what I saw totally shocked me; earnestness.
"Hey," he cooed softly. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
"It won't happen again."
"Okay."
"You know you're the only one for me, right? I can't even stand the thought of anyone else like that. I just...it's only you."
I smiled.
And at that moment, I honestly believed him.
Date: Monday 15th August 2013
Time: 8:20pm
POV: Gwen Hastings
Age: 25 Years Old
Place: At Tanya Rivera
Dinner was going pretty well.
Better than I expected.
Well, technically, it hadn't even started yet because we had just sat down on our table. But still, I hadn't had a heart attack yet, so that's good right?
Duncan pulled out a chair to me before sitting down on his own. The waitress took our orders, blatantly flirting with Duncan, and left us alone. Duncan brushed it off like he hadn't even noticed.
Blind.
We made small talk until our food came on the table.
"Did I tell you how amazing you look tonight?"
"Maybe..."
"Well, you do."
I blushed.
It almost felt like we were on a date, but I knew that wasn't possible.
"So um...where's Courtney tonight?"
He cast his eyes away.
"She and my mother are away looking at venues for the wedding."
"Oh..." I muttered. "Shouldn't you be there with them?"
"I, uh...is it so wrong of me to spend some time with my best friend?"
Best friend.
I smiled.
"No, I like this," I reassured.
"Me too," he smiled back.
We starting eating our food, and instinctively, I tried yanking on my glove before eating. But the ring caught into it and reminded me why it was there in the first place. My hands froze.
"Is everything okay?" Duncan asked, looking at me with concern.
"Um," I mumbled. "Yeah, everything is fine. My glove just...won't come off."
"Oh," he nodded, reaching for my hand. "Here, let me try."
"NO!" I blurted out, louder than I should have. His eyebrows rose in surprise. "I um, I mean..."
"What's wrong?" he asked, now with his eyebrows furrowed.
I gulped.
"I think I'll keep it on..." I nodded quickly before adding. "I mean, it goes so well with my dress! I can't stand the thought of an incomplete outfit," I lied.
He chuckled and seemed to believe me.
Blind.
"Look at you, all expert in fashion! Didn't think I would see the day!" he joked.
I giggled while taking a bite of my steak.
"Yeah, well you can thank Noah for that," I snorted mindlessly then froze mid-chew.
Shit.
Wrong thing to say.
There was a moment of silence while we ate quietly and didn't say anything before Duncan spoke up.
"You know you can speak to me about him, right?" he spoke softly. "You don't have to be so uncomfortable."
I sighed.
"I know."
More silence.
"Have you guys really been together for 5 years?" he asked.
I swallowed the piece of steak in my mouth answering nervously.
"Um..." I started. "Yeah. We kind of just clicked when we first met. Everything went so...fast. We decided to get a place together quickly too. But, I don't know, at the time it just seemed like a natural thing to do."
"And now?"
I smiled.
"I couldn't ask for anyone better."
Except you.
"Oh." He nodded solemnly before adding as a joke. "Not even me?"
I chuckled.
"The old you? Sure. The new you? I'd have to think that one over."
The hint of smile of his lips dropped in a second.
"I'm not that different..."
"You're miles apart."
He shook his head in denial.
"N—"
"Say fuck."
"What?"
"Say fuck and I'll believe you," I smirked.
His eyes widened before narrowing in challenge.
"F...F...Fu..." he stuttered before pinching the bridge of his nose. "God dammit!"
I laughed at his struggle.
"I thought so!"
"Don't you laugh at me, Hastings," he growled before throwing a piece of lettuce from his salad at me.
"You dog!" I laughed before throwing a cucumber back.
Things rolled smoothly from there as we got into a momentum before finishing our amazing dinner and thanking DJ on the way out.
Date: Monday 15th August 2013
Time: 9:23pm
POV: Gwen Hastings
Age: 25 Years Old
Place: In Duncan's Mercedes
"How long is the drive home?" I asked as he got in the driver's seat.
"About 10 minutes," he answered while starting up the engine. "Why?"
I whined.
"Can we take a detour?" I pleaded. "I love long car drives and the wind is so good tonight."
He chuckled.
"Same old Hastings."
I glared at him.
"Shut up."
He chuckled harder.
"Why do you take that as an insult? It's not a bad thing."
Yes it is.
The 'old Hastings' wasn't good enough for you.
"Well? Detour?" I asked, avoiding his last remark.
"Yeah, alright. We'll ride around town."
I smiled.
"Thanks."
He started driving and turned on the music.
"Everybody get up, WOO!"
I burst out laughing at his ridiculous choice of music.
"Blurred Lines? Are you serious?" I said in between uncontrollable giggles.
"Oh shut up."
I continued laughing while plugging in the aux cord.
Skinny Love by Birdy immediately started playing.
"What kind of song is that?" he asked.
"What? It's a good song!"
"Sounds girly to me," he snorted.
"Says the guy listening to BLURRED LINES," I quipped.
He whacked me across the head with the arm which he wasn't using to drive as I laughed.
I faced the open window and closed my eyes then, letting the lyrics and music of the song flow through me, suddenly feeling very sleepy.
I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted
Then who the hell was I?
The next time I opened my eyes, my mind was frazzled.
I noticed first that I was moving, and definitely not in a car. I felt warm arms envelop me and I looked up to see Duncan's refined jaw line as he walked up some sort of stairs, carrying me bridal style, mind you.
I couldn't speak, so I just felt.
And then I was horizontal, and by the soft cushiony feeling I assumed that I was on my bed.
"Duncan..." I mumbled in a half-asleep daze.
"Shh," he hushed. "Go back to sleep. I'll take off your shoes."
He carefully he unravelled my strappy heels and took them off, placing them on the floor. My mind went to the gutter and thought of other things he could take off.
Shut up, mind.
"Here, let me take this off too."
He reached for my glove for the third time this night and quickly slipped it off. My eyes were wide awake as they registered what just happened.
"NO!" I yelled, sitting up on the bed.
Duncan was sitting next to me with my hand in his, inspecting the ring.
I expected him to yell. I expected him to be livid. I expected him to run out and never speak to me again.
But he didn't.
He laughed.
Uncontrollably.
"Wh-Why the hell are you laughing?!" I exclaimed.
"I knew it!"
Then he laughed some more.
"Stop laughing at me!"
"Only you, Hastings," he laughed, throwing his head back.
I wanted to be mad, I really did. But that's the first time I've seen him laughing like that. It reminded me of the 18 year old Duncan I used to know. So I couldn't help but laugh along.
"I couldn't get it off," I giggled.
"Silly girl," he shook his head with a grin. "Give me that finger."
He tried yanking on it and twisting it, but no luck.
"Told you."
"Hmm..."
He thought for a moment before bringing my ring finger to his mouth and enveloping it with his warm lips. I gasped. He reached down and wrapped his perfect lips are the ring and I felt his tongue pry it up.
The warmness of his mouth around my finger made shills go up my spine and I almost fainted.
Far too quickly the sensation was gone and he sat back, grinning at me while holding up the now free diamond ring.
"You know, I'm not as blind as you think."
"How did you..."
He shrugged.
"Saw it in a movie."
I nodded and gulped my nerves down.
"Well, I should be leaving. Courtney must be waiting for me."
I nodded more.
"Right. Yes. You should...do that. Definitely."
He laughed at me being flustered and quickly put the ring in the blue box, tucking it in his pocket.
"See ya tomorrow, Hastings."
He kissed the top of my head and was gone in the next second.
I flopped on my back and sighed deeply.
God.
What a day.
So uh, I have some news. Most of which you're not going to like I suppose.
I don't think I'll be continuing this story. And I know it's really crappy to just...stop it mid way. But really, I've grown out of the fandom. Same goes for the rest of my stories.
As much as I would love for these too to get their happy endings, I'm not sure it's going to happen.
I'm not saying it's definite. I'm just...97% sure.
But hey, if you think you can change my mind, then review and tell me so. Maybe if a lot want me to continue, I will. So technically, it's all up to you.
If you want to contact me, message me on my Instagram truegwen instead of PMing me here because I don't really reply on here much.
I think that's all.
Review?
Reviewers get to go on long drives with Duncan.
You know you want to.