HEY! I hope you guys had an awesome New Years! I am really starting to enjoy writing this story. Idk, its entertaining. Cant wait til' Season 3…
Disclaimer: I do not own TDA. I only own the storyline and the characters I made up. :D
"Gwendolyn Amanda Lawson! You get your lazy butt out of bed and get dressed for school!!! You're gonna miss the bus and I sure as hell am not driving you!!!!!" my mom pleaded. Before she has her daily dose of coffee, she isn't really a morning person. I moaned and lifted myself off from my comfortable, warm bed only to be greeted by the dim, cold morning air. Just another normal day. I said to myself in a huff. Half awake, I put on some eyeliner; I don't wear makeup, just eyeliner. After that, I slipped on a dark purple hoodie with a red rose on it, black skinny jeans, and my favorite black converse and walked downstairs. Running late, I took the closet food item, a poptart, grabbed my backpack, said bye to my mom and my brother, and hopped out the door. Reaching in my backpack, I pulled out my iPod, turned it on to Escape the Fate and started walking to my bus stop. It wasn't that far away but it was a horrible place to put a bus stop. What kind of crazy ass idiot puts a high school bus stop at a four way intersection where there have been numerous car accidents?!?!?
About 2 minutes later, I arrived at my bus stop to see Duncan sitting on the cement sidewalk listening to his iPod. Somehow, I guess he heard me walking because he tucked away his iPod and welcomed me. "Morning Sunshine." He directed his full attention towards me and we talked about some T.V. show he saw the other night until the bus pulled up. There were two open seats, one next to Mason and one next to Hope. Obviously, I sat with Hope while Duncan sat with Mason. They are so much alike each other except for the fact that Mason will probably never ever go to juvi. Hope and I just talked about which singer is better, Ronnie Radke or Craig Mabbitt. She is obsessed, and I mean obsessed, with Escape the Fate. We weren't fighting; we were merely discussing each of their positives and negatives. Then, we arrived at our old, broken down school and moaned; we weren't in the mood to be 'educated' today.
Our school was messed up. There were two wings in our school and let me tell you, it was hell trying to find your classes on the first day. It's a freaking maze in this place. The only way you can tell the difference between the two wings is that the walls are painted different shades of blue; one dark, one light. Mason and Hope's lockers were in the light wing and Duncan and mine were in the dark. I really liked my schedule this year, I mean, it could be worse. At least there's one of my friends in almost every class but one, Language Arts. The teacher, Mrs. Shell, liked having kids work in partners so she put the two desks next to each other. Don't get me wrong, she was an awesome teacher but she was a little wacko. I sat in the back right corner with no one to my left but hey, I'm used to being alone.
The bell rang. Great, to Computer class. It was an okay class and Duncan sat next me but it was boring as hell. I walked in and took a seat. Just then I realized that Duncan wasn't here yet. Sometimes he likes being late because he thinks its fun but I think its cause he's playing up the bad boy image. Sad, really.
The late bell rang. At that instant, the door flew open and it showed none other than...
"How nice of you to join us, Mr. Meyers." the teacher said with a stern look on her face without moving her head up from grading papers.
"Nice to see you too, Julie." he said with a smartass grin on his face and sat down next to me.
Once the teacher looked away I whispered to Duncan with a smirk on my face, "Do you have to be such an ass all the time?"
He responded a little louder, "Ya, I do. It's my nature." I rolled my eyes.
The rest of the day was really boring up until P.E. Here's the deal, you pick a sport in the beginning of the year and play against another team of the same game every Friday. Hope and I picked volleyball because we got to hit a ball at little prissy girls and get away with it. It's just our thing. Besides, it's either that or soccer and we both SUCK at soccer. Mason and Dylan choose football, God knows why. Duncan's not in my class so I have no idea what he picked. Back to volleyball. There were only two teams this year, me and Hope's team and Heather Mayflower's team. Or as she is better known as, Dylan's girlfriend. Honestly, I have no freaking idea why he likes her of all people on this planet. Heather and I really never get along and never will. Remember when your parents used to say 'give her a chance'? Ya, I'll give her a chance when pigs start fucking flying.
"Hey Gwennie. Nice shirt. My Aunt wore a shirt exactly like that...in her coffin." She bursted out laughing and walked away like the bitch she is. I was ready to jump her but Hope held me back saying she's not worth it. Is true but I still wanted to jump her and watch her scream. You should have seen the death stare I gave her, it felt good.
Finally, it was 7th period. My favorite class in the whole fucking planet. Art. Not only was Duncan in it but so was Hope, Dylan, and Mason. This was where we talked to each other the most. Again there are two people per table but there were groups of three tables, however there was no assigned seating. I always sat next to Duncan, Hope next to Mason, and Dylan next to whoever his girlfriend is that day. Too bad today it was Heather. However, she wasn't seated yet. Walking in the classroom, I saw the teacher had her head down on the desk; she probably had a headache cuz everyone was screaming, however, it's like this everyday. I walked over to my seat with a smile on my face, grabbed my special pencil, threw my backpack on the ground, and began socializing.
"Hey guys." I said, sinking my head into my hand.
"Hey. Have you seen who Dylan's new slut of a girlfriend is?" asked Hope just dying for some gossip.
"The bitch herself." Whispered Duncan. We all pretty much hated her.
"You guys! Give her a chance. Come on, she's really awesome." Dylan pleaded giving us the puppy dog look.
"Dude, we don't care how awesome she is in bed. She's a bitch." Mason said. He began to laugh his ass off when he said that. We all joined in soon after.
"I didn't say I did it with her." Argued Dylan with his 'mad face' on.
"You didn't have to." Duncan responded through his laughter.
The late bell rang. Heather walked to her seat and flipped her hair like she's on some sort of runway.
"Okay, today is going to be a simple day. Just doodle. Be sure its appropriate." The teacher glared at Duncan, who then shrugged it off. "Tomorrow we will be drawing a fruit basket. So be sure to bring supplies. Now draw." She returned to her desk and buried herself in her book. It was some sort of Danielle Steel novel, I never liked them, they were waaay too cheesy.
I stared at the piece of paper handed out by the class Blonde, Lindsay. She is the soul reason for dumb blonde jokes. What to draw, what to draw… I thought. I ended up drawing my porch. It was a white bench with striped green and brown pillow under an awning that faced towards the street. I sat out there almost every weekend just to look at the stars. My mom always complains that its dangerous cause someone could drive by and shoot me but I don't live my life by what if's. After what seemed like hours of hard work, I was finished. Personally, I thought it was okay, I could have done better. I looked over to see Duncan's but he quickly moved it away before I could take a peek.
"I promise I'll show you when I'm done, kay?" I nodded. I could only wonder what it was. I mean he's not the best drawer, but it could be amazing. I looked at my drawing; I'll fix it up a bit. I shaded in some of the background, fixed up some of the lines, and whatnot. Perfect.
The bell rang. Finally! "Okay class, you can keep your drawings. Have a good rest of your day." The teacher instructed as we were packing up to go home. I carefully folded my artwork and put it in the front pocket of my onyx backpack.
I moved over towards Duncan, crossed my arms, and asked, "So do I get to see this oh so important drawing?" He looked up to me and smiled, "Nope, sorry, it's not done."
He grabbed his backpack and started walking out the door. I quickly grabbed mine and got in front of him. "Well, can't at least see it now and when it's done?" I begged.
"Nope." He smiled from ear to ear. He liked doing this, making me go crazy from anticipation.
"Why won't you show me??" I started walking but turned around to see if he was following.
"Because its not done." He said walking past me. We were headed towards the bus so I was determined to see it before I got home. And when I'm determined, I stick to it.
"So?" I asked with puppy dog eyes. Usually didn't work, it sort of did this time. Not really, though.
He grabbed me by the shoulders and sort of shook me. "I promise I will show you when I'm done. I want it to be somewhat perfect." He was almost laughing when he said that, like I was being ridiculous. He released me and continued walking and I soon followed.
"Wow, since when do you care about perfection?" I smirked.
"Well, your little miss 'best drawler ever' and I draw like crap. So, I want this one to be perfect when I show you it." He said, looking straight ahead, then down at the ground, then straight ahead again.
I sighed. I can't fight that. I was gonna have to wait. "Fine. I'll wait, I guess." I just wonder why he decided to make this drawing the best ever. I wonder what it is, though. It must be something really special, what's really special to him? Oh, his Nirvana poster. Naw, I don't think that even I could draw that. I don't know, I'll see it sooner or later.
We then boarded the bus home; we sat in the middle of the back of the bus. Well, we weren't gonna sit in the front! Our bus is usually sorta empty but yet still loud. There was an open seat behind Hope and Mason and Duncan sat down and I sat next to him.
"Hey, what's your picture of?" he asked curiously.
"You'll see my picture when I see yours." I giggled. Hah, take that!
"Ugh, fine. Be that way." He said evilly, handing me an earphone from his iPod. "Name the song?" I nodded. It was our game. You play a random song and the other person has to guess it. If you get it wrong, you have to do a dare. If you get it right then not only do you get to pick the next song but you skip the dare. Honestly, no idea how this is fun but we get enjoyment out of it. Besides, what else is there to do on a screaming bus full of plastics?
He scrolled through his song library for a good minute or two, until he came upon one which made his face light up. "You'll never get this one. Not in a million years." Pleased with himself, he pressed play and I immediately knew which song it was, but I decided to play along. My brother played this song that very morning, although, it wasn't a very nice song to wake up to. Throughout the whole song, I listened in very closely trying to act as though I had never heard the song.
Once over, I looked over to Duncan who had the biggest smile on his face. "So Sweetheart, would you like to hear your dare?"
"No, I'm good. It's His Last Walk by BlesstheFall." His whole face froze in an instant. Gently, I took his iPod from his frozen hand and shuffled through the songs.
"Damn, you're good." Duncan laughed and sighed knowing it was now my turn. This continued for the whole entire bus ride until we approached our stop. I exited off the shitty bus after giving a high five to Hope, and Duncan shortly followed.
"Well, I know what I'm going to do when I get home." Duncan sighed.
I raised an eyebrow, "Fall in a sewer hole?" I asked with fake excitement in my voice.
Duncan chuckled, "Nooo. Finish the drawing."
"Oh, right…But then are you gonna fall in a sewer hole?" I snickered.
In a girly tone he responded with a slight smile on his face that sort of lit up when the sunlight stuck him, "But then are you gonna fall in sewer hole? No, I'm not."
I was getting a kick out of this, "Okay, but you better finish the drawing before you fall in the sew-''
"Hah, that's it! Come here, Gwen…" he exclaimed running up to me.
"Catch me first, Duncan!" I sprinted towards my cream colored house with Duncan close behind. He probably wasn't even trying. We were laughing the whole way through that was until I reached my front porch.
"See you later, Duncan!" I exclaimed right before running into my clean, fresh smelling house.
Before the door finally shut, I heard him mumble, "Bye Sweetheart." What was with him and stupid little nicknames, anyways? I thought.
I threw my dirty, ripped up backpack by the front door and started up the stairs. "Mom, I'm home!" I always said that just so she wouldn't bug me anymore. The rest of my afternoon consisted of homework, studying, and chores. Ya, it was a great time. 9 o clock already?! Well, there goes my day. Sighing, I grabbed my precious sketchbook and iPod and snuck away, out the door to the porch. Incase you haven't really noticed, my iPod is my life. It's been the way for me to escape the craziness of my life and just relax with rock music blasting my ear drums away. Opening my sketchbook, I realized that I haven't drawn the stars for awhile, and there it began. That was my sketch of the day…the stars. The stars got me through a lot of shit in my life and I adore them.
About 5 minutes later, while I was completely into my drawing, the porch began to creek. "Damn it." He said under his breathe. I removed an earphone and chuckled. He wasn't good at surprises.
"Hey Juvi." I adjusted myself to sit 'Indian Style" and patted the bench for him to join me.
"Whatcha doing?" he said peaking over my shoulder to get a glimpse of my artwork.
"Drawing." I sang in a cheery tone.
"Hey. Guess what?" he started, I was about to interrupt him when he read my mind. "No, I didn't fall in a sewer hole."
"Damn. That was my guess. Okay, I give up what?" I asked turning my full attention towards him. Our eyes met awkwardly until he revealed a piece of paper he had carefully placed in his pocket.
He softly tossed the folded paper towards me and I caught it as he said, "You wanted to see my drawing so bad. Well there you go, Sweetheart." Once I unfolded it, he crossed his arms in satisfaction. I have to admit, it was REALLY good. It was almost…sweet. He drew my favorite item in the whole world, my most valuable possession…my skeleton teddy bear. My dad gave it to me for my 5th birthday and I love it to pieces. It's a midnight blue, my favorite color, teddy bear with black eyes, nose, and mouth. It had an outlining of the teddy bear's skeleton on its skin and its ear was torn. It was perfect.
The only words that escaped my mouth were, "Oh. My. God."
"You like?" he asked.
"I love it. It's amazing." I was stunned at how he drew it so perfectly. Every detail.
He smiled. "It's yours."
"Woah, wait. You drew this for me?" I asked with a smile.
"Of course I did." Duncan responded.
I didn't know what else to say, no one had ever done anything like this for me. Out of the blue, I hugged him and he was a little stunned at my sudden action. I whispered in his ear, "You're incredible." softly but loud enough for him to hear. Then, he hugged me back.
"Hey, listen I got to go. My parents don't know I'm here so I better get back. See you tomorrow Sweetheart." He said standing up from the bench and heading off to his house.
"Bye Duncan." I yelled after him and he turned around and gave me a little salute and entered his house. Letting out a small chuckle, I returned to my own house holding the drawing close to my chest the entire time. I searched through my drawers and found a lime green picture frame. I put the breathe-taking drawing inside and hung it on the wall. Ahh, just another normal day.
OH MY GOSH! That was a long chapter, huh?
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