I do not own Total Drama, all rights reserved to the respective owners.
I was woken Sunday morning by a repetitive poking in my left cheek. I tried swatting the disturbance away with a weak hand but it came back nonetheless. I grunted and turned away from the annoyance, only for it to repeatedly start on my other cheek.
"Wakey, wakey", a voice next to my ear cooed, mocking the way overly-affectionate grandmothers would wake you up when you were five. I only grunted once more in response and tried to avoid what I assumed - and hoped to god - was Duncan's finger. The poking stopped momentarily only for a soft stroking to appear in its place.
"I'm up", I mumbled groggily and buried my head deep in a pillow.
"Mhm, I believe you, princess", Duncan answered in a voice only slightly higher than a whisper. His finger started tracing its way down my neck, slightly pushing on the lovingly-made bruises created by his lips.
I had known Duncan for years, school bringing us together everyday, yet this side was one I had never seen before. The flirting Duncan had been around for almost as long as I could remember, the criminal Duncan was created about five years ago in a try to rebel against his family as he entered puberty and wanted to break loose, the 'I don't care about anything' Duncan was around all the time and always shined through no matter what mood he was in. But never had I ever seen this soft side, the caring one that left kisses along my thighs, the honest one that confined in me about his problems.
"What time is it?" My voice sounded strained as the sleep had yet to disappear. Duncan lifted his head and looked at the clock on my bedside table.
"Almost 10.30", he answered as he laid his head back down on the pillow, his green locks spilling out over the white case like watercolor with too much water when painting a standing picture.
"10.30?" I yelped and sat up so fast I almost experienced whiplash. Normally I would have an alarm set for 9am on sunday mornings, I would make a big breakfast and eat at the kitchen table while reading. If I didn't have any homework or studying to do, which I often did every Friday and Saturday so I would have Sunday's off, it would be my favorite collection of poems. Sometimes I tried writing my own, trying to scribble down every word that flew around in my head, but it often ended up in the trashcan. After breakfast it was time for violin practice, one hour at least; my sheet music were all gathered in a special purple folder in my bookshelf. I spoil myself with a hot bubble bath and facemask, after which the day always end with a sophisticated french manicure on both my toes and fingers.
"Yeah?" Duncan sounded confused as he rubbed the side of his face with the entirety of his right palm.
"I've overslept", I groaned and flung my legs over the side of the bed, not yet realizing I was completely naked.
"Overslept? For what?" Duncan sat up in the bed as well, legs on each side of me, his chest pressed to my back. His left hand started stroking my arm in a calming matter.
"I-I", I shook my head and let out a deep sigh, "I have certain routines, like getting up at nine on Sundays'."
"Nine? But you're free to do whatever the hell you want. Sleep the day away", he exclaimed in a voice that told me he did just that every weekend. Of course someone like him didn't have any structure and stability in his days.
"Which means I'm free to wake up at nine if I want to", I huffed and slanted my chin upwards, crossing my arms over my chest the process.
"Oh come on", Duncan sighed and flopped down on the mattress again, "why would you wanna go up with the fucking sun?"
"I'll have you know, the sun rises around six." I uncrossed my arms to steady myself as I turned to look at him, a frown forming on my face.
"Yeah yeah, whatever you say, ma'am", he waved me off and closed his eyes, looking relaxed despite the sudden news of my ruined day.
"Ma'am's are for old ladies", I spat out and eyed him intently, if he dared open his eyes he would be met by two dark, irate orbs.
"Come on, don't be like that", Duncan said and pouted in what looked like a style of mocking. I was not going to let him get to me. I wanted my 'me' day. I needed it. I earned it! Every week I worked my butt off in school, at the debate team and even at home; I deserve to spend a day a week dedicated to myself.
"You just don't get it", I sighed angrily and stood up from the bed. Suddenly the realization flashed before me as my naked feet touched the floor, I was without clothes. "Why am I naked?" Duncan's eyes opened as he lifted his head from the pillow and he eyed me up and down. Taking extra long time when looking at my legs and breasts.
"It suits you, babe", he smirked and dragged the covers away from his own legs. As I looked at his movements my own eyes got caught at his chest. The not-so-morning sun had still not risen all the way up the sky and its strong rays lit up Duncan's body just like it had yesterday, his skin glistening in the warm light.
"Pig", I said as I managed to tear my eyes from his torso and regain focus. My hands quickly found the blue robe hanging on a hook near my bed, and I wrapped myself up in it. I really should wash it, it had been worn three times now in a matter of two days.
"But at least we match, I know how much you girls love that", Duncan continued as if I had said nothing. I had not realized it before, thinking maybe he was wearing boxers, but as he laid relaxed on the bed with only a thin cover the outlines of his body showed. His legs stuck out from the white duvet as well as his torso, leaving little to the imagination. Well, nothing really, I had seen it repeatedly already.
"Eew", I pressed out for old time's sake, my tone sounded disgusted but my face showed I was slightly amused. Only slightly though.
"Come here", Duncan demanded in a soft voice and patted the empty space on the bed next to him. You could still see the dent where my body had laid only minutes ago. I sighed and rolled my eyes as I obeyed his wish, showing him I was not happy about loosing my day. He welcomed me with open arms as I laid down next to him, his arm found a comfortable place underneath my neck working as a pillow for me.
"You're not an old lady", Duncan cooed and kissed the top of my head. It felt weird, that gentle and romantic gesture was nothing I had ever expected come from the punk-teen. "But you have the mind of one", he chuckled, earning a deathly glare from me. Of course he couldn't be serious. His eyes looked at me with a soft expression full of what looked like happiness, making the death glare glide off my features. Damn. Only two days ago Duncan had no effect on my emotions, unless it was to tick me off - which he did, a lot, and successfully -, and now we laid in each other arms, looking gently at the other.
"This is weird", I frowned and snapped my eyes away from his. If I stopped looking into them, maybe the tingly feeling in my body would disappear.
"What is?" Duncan asked with confusion.
"This. You, in my bed. With me. Again. Us!" I emphasized and gestured with a wild arm between the two of us, the bed and the rest of my room.
"What do you mean?" His brows wrinkled together as he tried to piece the puzzle together. How did he not understand? He was so not my type, and I was not the kind of girl you would usually find him flirting with.
"Ugh", I sighed and stopped myself from slapping my hand to my forehead, "this entire weekend. Where did this come from? I have never even thought the thought, and now we've", I paused and look around as if we would suddenly not be alone, "we've done the deed." I finished in a whisper from behind gritted teeth.
"Oh, really?" Duncan raised an eyebrow and looked down at me unconvinced. "You've never thought about it?" His voice was low and full of seduction, and I could swear he purred slightly at the end.
Okay, so it was no secret Duncan looked good. And maybe, just maybe, I had noticed it before Friday. Maybe I liked the way the green stood out from everything, that it was unique and such a person-identifier. And I must admit, confidence is sexy, and if there was one thing Duncan didn't lack it was confidence. I always knew I liked the fire within him, he was my match when it came to arguing; he gave me a challenge, and I never backed down from a challenge, I knew I could do anything I set my mind to.
"No. Never", I said with fluttering eyes, trying to avoid his persistent gaze. Though no matter how convincing I sounded I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks and knew they were probably betraying my composure.
"Never", Duncan repeated and nodded his head yes, his tone unconvinced and even a little mocking as his lips curled up into a smirk.
The room went silent for a few moments and neither of us moved.
"Have you?" I broke the silence as I managed to ask in a voice even lower than a whisper.
"Have I what?" Duncan responded, not putting two and two together just yet. "Oh, thought about it?" He paused and waited for an answer, a confirmation, but getting none. "Of course", he finally said and shrugged it off as if it was nothing. "You're hot as hell, feisty and you can outwit anyone anytime. Not to mention, you know, you're an uptight girl and I'm the boy that could show you a good time."
"Oh, so I have boobs and need to relax?" I asked exasperated, seeing through the first few compliments in his statement.
"Well you're relaxed now aren't you?" Duncan said and raised an eyebrow.
"I-well. I." I stammered before giving in to silence for a couple of seconds. "I am", I sighed in defeat as I realized my body was not tense as usual and my mind pretty clear.
"So maybe 'doing the deed'", he chuckled as he repeated my own term back to me, "is not so bad?"
Taken aback by the theory I frowned and slapped his arm, causing an annoyed sound from Duncan that I chose to ignore. But the more time that passed, the more I thought about the idea. And somehow, in the most unreal fantasy, Duncan made sense. Three minutes passed by in silence as I weighed the pro's and con's.
Pro, I would have a way to de-stress and relax before snapping at undeserving people.
Con, doing it was wrong and would result in a bad habit.
Pro, but it wasn't that wrong. Everyone have bad habits.
Con, it's Duncan.
Pro, at least he's a friend and not a stranger.
Pro, and he's an attractive friend.
Pro, I could totally live with feeling as unwind as right now.
"Okay", I whispered and nodded. Agreeing to an unasked question. Geoff does parties, Bridgette does yoga, DJ does some cooking, Duncan does illegal activity and smoking. And I, I would do Duncan.
I looked anxiously at the clock as Duncan ate his sandwich particularly slow. It was twenty five minutes to three and I had a feeling my dad would be home any minute. Whenever he was away during the weekend, he always made sure to come back home before dinner time on Sundays'.
"Would you hurry up?" I cried out and threw my arms in the air dramatically. We were sitting at the kitchen table across from each other, I staring and the clock while he was eyeing his sandwich like it was the cure to every disease in the world.
"What?" Duncan looked up at me with his mouth full of food.
"Eat up. You have to go", I snapped and leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms.
"Why?" he asked while chewing, retreating his eyes to the pieces of bread in his hands. He didn't sound insulted I wanted him to leave, more like he already knew and refused to anyway.
"Don't speak with food in your mouth", I grimaced as I shot another glance at the clock on the wall across from me.
Duncan chewed loudly before swallowing equally so. The sound of saliva and bread crawling its way down his throat disgusted me and made him leaving much easier.
"Ah! Happy?" he sneered while he opened his now empty mouth for me to see. I only glared at him for answer. Before taking another bite he asked again, "Why do I have to leave?"
"Because my dad might come home", I scoffed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"So?" Duncan asked, still with the bite in his mouth, but he had enough decency to cover it with his hand while he spoke.
"So I don't want him to meet you", I answered in a matter-of-fact tone. My parents would probably ground me for weeks if they found such a vibrant and free-speaking delinquent in their house, especially if they knew he spent the last two nights.
"Why not?" Duncan asked, he actually looked slightly offended.
"Because look at you", I snapped yet again and gestured with sharp arms toward the green-haired punk sitting across from me.
"I look cool", Duncan defended and tossed the last piece of sandwich in his mouth, almost like one would throw a popcorn in the air and catch it.
"My parents wouldn't think so", I sighed and leaned back in my chair again, letting my arms fall down on the table.
"Your parents, huh?" he raised an eyebrow, noting the fact I had not added myself to that list. When he first started sporting that fake mohawk I had found it disturbing. The amount of products he had to use must be ridiculous, and every now and then the soft spikes on his head changed color. Over the years I had grown accustomed to the style though, I stopped being bothered by it and our friendship - or what you want to call it - had remained as usual. After two years Geoff had stupidly suggested piercings would go hand in hand with the rest of Duncan's new punk appearance; and Duncan being the impressionable child he used to be, of course listened and he liked the way they looked on him. Ever since then his collection of body jewelry has only grown. I, myself, had my ears pierced when I was younger, and in more recent years I've been wondering about maybe add a hole or two on my earlobes.
"Won't you just go?" I sighed and put a tired hand to my forehead. "Please", I added with my eyes closed and my lips pursed.
"Yeah, yeah, don't get your panties in a twist", Duncan agreed with an irate voice and stood up from the chair. "If you want me gone so bad, I'll get out of your sight."
"Yes, thank you!" I exclaimed a little too happily, not understanding how it might've come across. I was only worried about my dad seeing him and putting two and two together, and disapproving of the situation. Over the last few days I'd grown used to have the company of Duncan being a constant, he was actually quite nice to be around once you got past the layer of hatred and delinquency.
"Fine", Duncan snapped, and with that, he left.