Okay, since everyone has been complaining in their reviews about what really happened, I'll tell it. A deal's a deal, and I promised the real chapter for some real reviews. Anyway, here we go.
As we sat there, I couldn't bring myself to look at Quigley Quagmire. My thoughts were buried in Duncan.
The way he bravely stood up to Carmelita when she was leading the cafeteria in an uproar against us. The way he grabbed my hands and sank deep into my eyes, promising nothing would go wrong. But it did, and he was gone before my eyes.
"So, want a carrot?" Quigley asked, digging out a small bag of raw carrots.
I was snapped back to reality. "Huh?"
"I asked if you wanted a carrot," Quigley said, his face turning slightly red.
He and Duncan were almost exactly the same. They both had the same, dreamy jet black hair, very nice faces and bodies, and all around, looked exactly the same.
But Duncan just had a special charm.
I was still looking at Quigley, but hadn't answered him. I was still in my thoughts.
He's turning redder by the second, I thought. I better say something. He probably thinks I'm ignoring him.
"Sure," I said. He handed me the bag. I pulled out a carrot and bit down on it. A carrot was a carrot, but Duncan and Quigley weren't exactly the same.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, I turned my attention to the waterfall below us. I decided to comment on the view and break the silence.
"Apart from the ruins of the fire, it's a very lovely view," I said quickly.
"Very lovely indeed," Quigley said.
I smiled, looking down on the view, enjoying a little conversation. Then I felt Quigley's eyes on me.
Was he looking at me the whole time he said it?
And then the unthinkable happened.
He kissed me on the lips firmly, and his eyes melted into mine.
Not a bad kisser, I thought. Wait. What did I just think?
No, he's not! I mentally argued. He may be an okay kisser, but he's certainly not Duncan. Duncan's charm is more magnificent.
But the longer we kissed, the more constipated I was. Quigley's arms were wrapped around my waist, and he was really enjoying it, I could tell. I couldn't do this. The suspense was building up, and I could scarcely control myself.
Just pretend it's Duncan, I thought. Just pretend its Duncan.
I couldn't. Quigley Quagmire was making out with me, and I couldn't hold back.
I suddenly let my lips release his, and pushed him away.
He looked away, feeling hurt.
"Sorry," I said, feeling my heart shatter. Duncan was gone, and I had hurt his brother. Some friend I was.
"Sorry," I said again. Quigley wouldn't look at me.
"Quigley, look at me," I said boldly.
He turned to me, with tears in his eyes. "I love you," I said, and kissed him.