See Right Through Me Chapter 1: Default Chapter, a series of unfortunate events fanfic

I just can't stop churning out these fluffy fics. This one's Duncan/Violet, mid-TAA, Avril Lavigne. If that made any sense to you, you are a wise person. You should spend your time brushing your teeth and reviewing writers like me who have not yet risen to your level of wisdom.

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I wake up in the morning

Put on my face

One that's gonna get me

Through another day

Doesn't really matter

How I feel inside

This life is like a game sometimes

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"Violet! C'mon! Wake up!"

I blinked groggily. My siblings were staring at me. Where were we? Oh, yeah, Prufrock Prep. Everything was always changing, it was so hard to keep track of...

"Violet!" Klaus urged hurriedly, "we don't want to be late for breakfast!" He turned not-so-subtly towards the wall. "Get dressed! We'll get in trouble!"

"Huh?" I slowly, sleepily pulled on my skirt. I ran my fingers over my hair. Tangled. I raked my hands through it. I wished fervently for a brush, just some of that conditioner spray stuff...

"C'mon, let's go!"

I slowly followed them towards the main building. I smiled and kept up my end of the conversation, but my mind wasn't on it. I was thinking about the night. I had had a dream. Okay, so that was nothing new. I mean, I had had nightmares about our house burning since day one of this whole twisted saga. But last night had been something different. I tried to remember. It had been happy. I hadn't wanted to wake up, which was a change from my nightmares, which usually left me crying at two in the morning.

No, this had been happy.

If I could just remember what it was about...

"Did you do the homework? Violet?" I blinked. Somebody was talking. Who? I looked up. Right. It was Duncan. Duncan Quagmire. And I was eating breakfast and...my thoughts trailed away again. "Violet! Did you do the homework?"

"Huh? What?" I brushed some of my hair off my face. Oh, great. Everybody was staring at me. "Mmm? The homework? What homework?"

Klaus rolled his eyes. Isadora sighed. Sunny giggled a little.

I tried to shrink down in my chair. "What homework?" I repeated, feeling utterly stupid.

Duncan slid his notebook across the table to me. "For Mr. Remora. You had to write a story."

"Oh, yeah..." Now I remembered. Great. "Duncan, do you mind if I—"

"Sure, you can copy me," he shrugged. "I just did it this morning."

I grinned. "Thanks. Does anybody have a pen—"

The bell rang at the exact moment that Isadora tossed me a pencil.

Needless to say, I dropped the pencil.

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Then you came around me

The walls just disappeared

Nothing to surround me

Keep me from my fears

I'm unprotected

See how I've opened up

You've made me trust

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I was feeling terrible as I slid into my seat in Mr. Remora's class. I flashed a quick smile at Duncan, who sat beside me. Somebody poked me in the back. I whirled around.

Carmelita Spats was leaning over her desk, leering at me. "You," she sneered, "have a crush. A crush on the ugly twin guy."

For some inexplicable reason, my heart started pounding. I opened my mouth to deny, the glanced at Duncan, who was erasing something in his notebook. He was always so nice...always helping me and my siblings. And he was kind of cute, too. Did I...?

"Shut up," I snapped, and I turned back to my desk, running my fingers over where somebody had carved a swear word.

Duncan. Did I like him? He certainly was kind, and, I decided as I glanced over at him, reasonably attractive. Yeah, maybe I did like him. But...Klaus and Sunny depended on me. I couldn't be running off crushing on boys when I had to be a parental figure. Eww. Parental figure. What a nasty word. It sounded like—

"Miss Baudelaire! Did you hear one word I was saying?!" I looked up, my train of thought rocketing off into the distance. Mr. Remora towered over me, looking angry. I blinked up at him. "Tell me what I just said."

"Miss Baudelaire," I mimicked dutifully, "Did you just hear one word I was saying."

His eyes narrowed. "Are you being smart?"

"I would hope so. Better smart than stupid." Duncan winked at me.

"Don't be snide, Miss Baudelaire!"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

Okay. Maybe that was a little obnoxious. But he didn't need to make me stay after school, which he did, writing my name on the blackboard so forcefully that the chalk squeaked and snapped in half.

Duncan raised his hand. Mr. Remora pointed to him. "Yeah, you?"

Duncan stood up. "Uh, I was, um, distracting Violet, so, uh, you should blame me."

Mr. Remora tilted his head. "Are you trying to get Miss Baudelaire out of detention?"

Duncan shrugged and blushed. "Um...yeah?"

Mr. Remora shrugged. "Cute," he said curtly, writing Duncan's name beneath mine. "I'll see you both after class."

He started on another story. I leaned over to Duncan. "You didn't have to do that," I whispered.

Duncan gave me a little half-smile. There was a look in his eyes I couldn't quite comprehend. "I know."

I leaned back in my chair. I suddenly felt very dizzy.

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I've never felt like this before

I'm naked

Around you

Does it show?

You see right through me and I can't hide

I'm naked

Around you

And it feels so right

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That day, after class, Mr. Remora made Duncan and I wash the blackboard. I pushed the sponge hard into the slate, feeling the dirty water dribble down my arm, focusing on the task and on my confused feelings.

I liked Duncan. Okay. I knew that. But I couldn't like him! It was so confusing...

The sponge was out of water. I absentmindedly set it down on the floor, lifting a piece of chalk. Violet + Duncan, I wrote on the board, in tiny letters, so small that Duncan, on the other side of the room, couldn't see them. I lifted the sponge and carried it out to the hallway, rinsing it under the tap in the girl's room.

I walked back into the room. I walked back over to my patch of blackboard. Something was different about it. I flicked my eyes back down to the tiny letters. It was just as I'd left it. Duncan + Violet.

Wait...

I put my hand over my mouth, It was clichéd, I know, but I couldn't help it. This complicated everything. I blushed, stepping back to sit down on a desk.

I sat there for a long time, almost biting my hand, looking down at my knees on the desk.

"Violet?"

I jerked up. Duncan was sitting next to me. "What?!" I said, alarmed, startled.

He drew back. I forced myself to smile. All I wanted to do was cry. But I couldn't cry. Strong, maternal sisters don't cry and risk upsetting people. It would upset Klaus and Sunny if I cried. It would upset me, too.

But I felt like I had to cry. Maybe if I cried for just a few minutes, the horrible chunk of sadness that had been fermenting in my heart since the fire would melt away. But crying was losing control, something I couldn't risk doing.

I beamed falsely at Duncan. He looked at me, his expression was concerned. "Are you okay?" he asked slowly.

I clenched my teeth , still holding up the awful pretend grin. "I'm smiling. People smile when they're okay. Of course I'm fine."

He shrugged. "I don't know...you just seem...sad...hurt, kinda...are you okay?"

I trembled slightly. Did it show? Was it that obvious? He reached over and touched my hand. "Is something bothering you?"

I shook my head. "Nothing. I'm fine. I'm fine, Duncan, okay?"

He squeezed my hand, "No, you're not."

"Yes, I am. How could I not be? I have to be fine, anyway, to be a good sister to Klaus and Sunny. I have to be all strong-ish, you know?"

He ran his finger along my palm. "Yeah, okay, so they need you to be responsible." He looked up into my eyes. "That doesn't mean they don't want you to be happy."

There were actual tears in my eyes now. Duncan and the classroom were blurry, and I tried not to blink so that they wouldn't escape down my cheeks. "I'm fine!" I said in a quivering voice. "I'm fine! I'm okay!" I couldn't help blinking and tears started rolling down my cheeks. I slid off the desk and took a few steps backward. "I'm happy!"

Duncan walked up in front of me. "No, you're not. Violet...you should let yourself relax more."

I gritted my teeth so hard that they made an unpleasant squeaking noise. "I'm relaxed!" I insisted shrilly.

He shook his head and turned so we weren't facing each other. "You know," he said angrily, "it would be a lot easier to like you if you weren't so upset all the time, and if you weren't trying to hide it all the time."

I walked up, facing him. I reached for his hand. "Please don't be mad," I said softly. I wiped some of my tears off my face with the back of my hand. "I want you to be happy," I said, giggling a little stupidly.

And then I kissed him.

Well, you could certainly say I sort of owed to him, didn't I?

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Trying to remember

Why I was afraid

To be myself and let the

Covers fall away

Guess I never had some one like you

To help me (To help me)

Fit into my skin

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Kissing the boy I'd liked for a long time and just hadn't been smart enough to figure it out? Best moment of my life? I'd have to say so.

Until Mr. Remora walked in.

He was reading a book, so he didn't look up until we had guiltily sprung apart, breathing heavily and grinning like idiots. "What is going on here?" he demanded loudly. "I personally don't think we should let kids like you in. Lack of parental guidance. You're too unreliable, can't trust you with simple jobs." He shook his hand at us. "Go, leave. Make sure you do your homework tomorrow, Miss Baudelaire."

I shrugged. "Whatever." I grabbed Duncan's hand. "C'mon, baby, let's go out back I need a smoke."

We rushed out into the hallway, laughing because it was so great to have somebody who understood you.

Standing next to Duncan on the lawn, I realized that the feeling in my stomach was gone.

I don't know what took it so long.

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I've never felt like this before

I'm naked

Around you

Does it show?

You see right through me and I can't hide

See how I've opened up?

You've made me

Trust

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