GUYSSSSSSSSSSS ITS DUCKY!

Alright, so im not to sure how happy I am with this chapter. please tell me how it is

REVEIW TIME (FINALLY!)

Red Eyed Rabbit: Hey its you! Why thank you! You've been really supportive and it means a lot to me. Guys, you should go check her out ;)

PeanutFangirl: I want a badass Duck too! I can also see him being badass during the ZA too, if only he had been older

Bubbles2k100: I did actually get the title form a song XD though I heard it from Jasmine Thomson. YAY new nickname!

Leafs nation: One can only hope.

Vanmiller767: OMMIGOD! I remember that from when I wa sin third grade! Awwwww memories!

RIGHT! ONTO THE STORY!

As soon as that door closed behind him, Duck froze. His lips parted when his gaze fell onto the same curly haired girl he use to live across from. She looked back at him, golden irises meeting his dark ones. She looked so different. Her skin was now darker, along with even darker ebony locks, which were still hidden under the all to familiar 'D' hat that her dad often let her use but had given her when she was sent here. He openly gaped at her, his heart pounding so loud he thought he could hear it and still from the shock of Clementine- his Clementine- being right in front of him after so long.

And she did the same. Looking at him like it had been the first time ever. He still held the same childish and soft appearance in his eyes. Light freckles scattered along his whiter skin, which was now darker then it was when he was ten, and he had lost the child pudginess in his cheeks, much like she has. Time slowed as she looked at the boy, her heart beating so fast she could swear it was on an adrenaline rush. Her brain tied to piece this together. Duck? Here? No! No he cant possibly be here!

Silence loomed over the both of them as they took a minute to just stare.

Finally remembering how to move his legs, Duck took a one of the smallest and shakiest steps he ever had and his arm came up hesitantly and went out for her, "Clem?"

When she realized that he was reaching out to touch her, she took a step back. Clementine wasn't sure if she wanted to let Duck- this boy- touch her. What if someone was trying to trick her? What s this was some kind of sick joke?

Duck noticed her shy away from him, but pretended not to. He took a step closer, which caused her to take a step back, and continued trying to get through to her, "Clementine... It's me. I know you remember me. Wont you please talk?"

She shut her eyes tight, hoping that when she opened them again she would find herself safely in the walls if Wellington, which she and her group had been looking for forever. However, in reality she was just in her room with a boy she hadn't seen in three years in front of her.

"Clementine," He repeated her name, a name that meant the world to him, "Please look at me."

She disobeyed, doing the opposite and shutting her eyes even tighter while backing even further away from him.

"Well, you've already figured it out, but it's Duck," He sighed before he continued talking He was fiddling around with his thumbs as he pointed his head to the ground, "I've been wanting to see you for-"

"No you're not," She mumbled softly, more to herself then anyone else.

Duck saw her lips move but hadn't heard anything, 'Huh? You say something?"

"No you're not," She said again, only louder this time. She opened her orbs, a mixture of stubbornness and hurt on her face, "You're not Duck! Stop saying you are!"

he was confused for a moment, not to sure what it was she was saying. He cleared his throat, "No, Clem I am! I promise you I am!"

Her smaller body started to shake a bit. Whether out of fear or sorrow, Duck couldn't really tell. Clementine's heart felt like it was sinking to the bottom of her stomach. She desperately wanted to vanish out of thin air and hide were no one would find her, but she couldn't. Duck wasn't sure whether he should back off and just talk to her or come closer and help her remember. He ddint know what would really help her.

"Ask me anything," Duck said after a second, "Ask me anything that will convince you that I'm Duck."

She shook her head and turned to face the wall away from him, "That wont work. It never works. No one understands my questions."

"Then hope a little bit," Duck faintly smiled at her even though she couldn't see, "When you were still around, you always went off about hope. 'Duck, we just have to hope that your parents will work out their issues' remember?"

"Please don't," Clem whimpered out, doing her best to hold herself together.

The boy carefully walked closer, feeling a bit braver since she wasn't looking at him. He thought about putting a hand on her shoulder, or maybe her back. God, anything! He couldn't handle her being right there! It felt like she was slipping right out of his fingers. He couldn't handle knowing that she was right there and he couldn't do anything to help. He especially couldn't handle thinking that this was the best he was ever going to see her again.

"Clem," He said in in a whisper this time. His voice caused her to look back and notice how uncomfortably close he was. She was so close to the wall now, soon there would be no escape. Despite the negative signs, he inched closer.

Clementine was on the verge of freaking out. The last time that she had allowed human contact to let touch her was an accidental brush against Sarah's arm. But this, this was a step to remembering what she wanted to forget. Her heart pounded harder then it had when he first came in her as she backed up quickly and crouched to the floor, now in the corner.

"Don't," She repeated, tears stinging her vision as she curled herself into a ball, "Please!"

Ducks heart absolutely broke upon seeing the sight. He looked away and frowned. He searched his head and found one last thing that might work to help bring her back at him.

"The treehouse is still there you know," He softly spoke as he sneaked a bit closer and continued to speak, "You know, the old one. Not the one at your house."

Around where the two lived, there were woods. They would go over there sometimes, playing some type of game when they weren't working on their tree house. There was one tree in the middle of the place. It was huge, but when you walked by it you could see the ground was flat. They had claimed that one as their own and quickly got to work on it. there were small wooden planks wedged between arms of the tree that were replacement for shelves and they had pretty rocks on them. A nearby tree stump was a chair while the sun was their hang lighting.

"You know which one I'm talking about," Duck smiled again as he continued, "Yeah, it's still there. Remember those few parts you couldn't climb, but I could? I do. They're sill there. I'd look down at you and you would pout, asking me to help you up. I'd give you a roll of my eyes before I'd reach down for you. I'd tell you to 'have faith', then you would reach back up to me. Before your hand could ever make it in mine I would yank my arm away from you. Every single time."

Duck smirked while he continued pacing around the room while Clem thought back to those moments. Of course she remembered them, she was always so upset that he did that. She just wanted to watch the sun set from up there. Why wouldn't he help her?

"And then, there was that one year that you actually did make it up there," He recalled as he chuckled, "When you got up there, I grinned at you and hugged you like a fool. When we left, we never went there again! Still, when you left you asked me to take care of it. I did, its no worse for ware. I went back up to those same parts of the tree and thought about us. Well, I don't think I ever told you, but when I told you to have faith, I meant in yourself and not in me. And when you finally did, I was overjoyed."

Clem looked up at him, eyes still glossy and took all this new stuff in. Duck smiled as he walked up to her, and she surprisingly allowed it, and held his hand out to her.

"You didn't need me then, but you might need me now," He said to her, "Clem, just take my hand and I can help you. I promise that I wont yank it away this time."

She looked at his hand while letting out shaky breaths. His palm was a little dirty, not that she cared much, but his voice rang through her head. All those other times he promised he wouldn't pull away either. Why would this time be any different? But he was right... he did always tell her to have faith,

Ever so slowly, she reached out her hand out to his.

And he didn't yank it away.

AAWWWWWW CHEESYNESS!how cute!

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