Hey all you people! I just take forever updating, but it is the holidays! Ok, this chappie, I think, will be my final for this story. Boohoo Sadly, I am unsure how to continue if I did, so I will just close this one and begin another story or something! Plus, I have other stories I'm working on... And I have aother Gwuncan one I'm considering posting, I have a couple chapters written!

Anyways… You know the drill: DISCLAIMER- Me no own the fabulous TDI/A/WT/ROI/AS series, sadly

{Duncan's POV}

~The Bridge~

"Duncan, who was that girl at the set today?" Asked Gwen. I side and shifted my grip. We were laying on the bridge, watching the stars, Gwen cuddled in my side with my arm around her. She lifted her head slightly to look at my face. I glanced down at her before returning to looking at the sky.

"That girl happened to be my older sister," I sighed as I watched the sky, thinking of my history with her.

"Oh, you didn't seem all that pleased with her appearance, did something happen between you two?" Gwen questioned, moving so she was now at my eye level, supporting her head with her arm. I shifted to accommodate the new position so we faced each other.

"We don't exactly have a clean past…" I scoffed, remembering my childhood, "You know how I have a fear of the Celine Dion music store standees?" I cringed as she nodded, I hated them! "Well, I started when I was little, I was pretty tough for my age, but she was older and stronger, plus I can't hit a girl. Anyways, she always made me come with her to the music, listening to Celine Dion the whole way, she loved her. One day, there was a standee and my sister told me to get a picture next to it. As I reluctantly stood there, someone pushed it over and it knocked me down. Then I felt added weight and realized there was someone laying on it. My sister was taking pictures and videos and I was freaking out. All I could see was her face!" I finished my story. I had never told anyone that story.

"Wow, that's so sad yet really funny!" She commented, fighting the giggles that erupted within her.

"Yeah, there's more stuff, just torment from my childhood, and you know that thing I went to Juvie for?" I asked

"Yeah," she replied.

"Well, my sister actually had something to do with that, but she ditched me when the cops came." I said, looking her in the eyes. She looked kind of taken aback, but regained herself. She gave a knowing smile and leaned forward, sweetly kissing my lips. This was different from our other kisses. Our other ones were more like make-out sessions, hotter and rougher. This one was sweet and loving. We separated and I grinned like an idiot. We laid back down until we slipped into a comfortable sleep. I kissed the top of her head before saying, "Goodnight, Pasty."

Ok, not my best, and INCREDIBLY short! Oh well, I just needed a way to wrap this up! I will try and get more stories going, Happy Holidays!