Howdy(:

So, let's be honest, I've seemed to disappear off the face of the Earth completely for quite some time now. Buuuut, since I lost the love of my life, writing seems so much more interesting again. Ha… I've (hopefully) gained more writing skills since the last time I honestly took the time to sit down and do this shit.

So… On with the story!

Gwen's POV

"Hey Sunshine!" I smiled as Duncan walked up to me.

"Hey there, sweetheart." He said back with one of his 'Duncan smirks' on his face. There was something different about him than usual… His smile was warmer, his eyes glinted more, he looked so… Happy. That was something I didn't expect after such a bad break up with Courtney.

Going to give Duncan a hug on the steps, I began to ask, "How was your ev-" But before I could finish, I was cut off. Suddenly, I was pushed up against the door, and kissed full force by my best friend. And yes, I was beyond shocked.

*Beep Beep Beep*

I glanced over at the alarm clock that said 3P.M. School had just recently began, so the late nights of drawing, then sleeping in, were still a usual thing for me. After Duncan had dropped me off last night, my mind was racing. Drawing was just about the only thing that could straighten out my thoughts... Except that hadn't been the case last night. I had a dream I was kissing my best friend. Something was wrong with me…

I walked downstairs to see the usual note on the table along with forty dollars.

Gwen,
I'll be at Lance's house all weekend. You know the drill: Don't get pregnant, and stay the fuck out of my stash.

-Lucinda.

My mother and her dead-beat boyfriend did nothing but sell drugs and do drugs all weekend. Whenever she said "stay out of my stash" I was always surprised she left any at home. While she went away, my brother would waste his life away smoking pot with his buddies. Ever since my brother started breaking into my mother's safe and stealing her drugs to make his own money, the house has been Hell. I had too much respect for myself for that kind of shit.

I took a shower then put on one of my favorite outfits: A dark purple lacey semi-see-through long sleeve shirt along with my black mini skirt. I may be a goth girl, but that doesn't make me any different when it comes to loving shoes. Today, it was between my purple converse, or my boots. In the end, I went with the converse. I straightened my hair, and put on my eyeliner. For some reason I just had to get a little more dressed up than usually when Duncan and I hang out. I tried my hardest to convince myself it had absolutely nothing to do with my dream.

By the time I finished getting ready it was already five o' clock. To pass the next hour a bit quicker, I put in one headphone and listened to Three Days Grace. Picking up my pen, I began drawing, and dazed off a bit.

" What'cha drawing there?"

I jumped outta my seat, scared shitless, and swung my fist the direction I heard the voice come from.

"Jesus Christ, you hit like a man!" Duncan's voice yelled from the floor.

"I'm so sorry! It's just-" I glanced down at my paper and realized I had been drawing a picture of Duncan and I kissing. I quickly flipped the page in my drawing book to a different picture of Gir from Invader Zim.
"It's just that you scared me." I grabbed his hand and helped him up, then we picked up the movies that had flown from his hands when I hit him.

"Remind me to never piss you off. So which movie should we watch? Friday the 13th, Halloween, or Scream? You can't go wrong with the slasher films. They're always a good way to get the ladies all over you." Duncan said with a wink.

"Ha, don't you just wish, juvie." I said and gave him a little smirk.

"Maybe just a bit, sweetheart. You are looking very…" Duncan trailed off, looking me up and down. Usually he would joke around about that kind of stuff, but today there was something more to it. You could hear it in his voice. Lust, maybe? Probably just my mind playing tricks on me after that dream.

I took a moment to take a good look at him too. He had his usual Mohawk going on, along with the eyebrow, tongue, and ear piercings. His 'My Chemical Romance' shirt was just tight enough to show the muscles he'd accumulated running from the police so much. When I looked into his bright blue eyes that were still lingering on my chest, I saw that lust, which wasn't something I was used to with Duncan… But damn, the way his voice sounded, and the way he looked at me, I could get used to it…

Typical teenage hormones. Got to love them, right?

When his eyes met mine, we both turned pink in the cheeks.

To get rid of the awkward silence, I quickly said "Any Scream movie. They're my favorite."

Duncan made popcorn while I put the DVD in and turned on the giant TV and stereo system. I sat down next to him on the soft white couch.

We did our usual thing, eating junk food, laughing at the dumb bitches in the movie, and screaming out what they should've done. At the point where the girl got caught in the garage dog door, my phone vibrated and said "One new text message"

From: Psychotic Bitch

KEEP YOUR GOTH HOOKS OFF MY DUNCAN. I WILL NOT HESITATE TO BEAT THE ABSOLUTE HELL OUT OF YOU IF I HEAR HE'S EVEN IN YOUR SIGHT. YOU'RE THE REASON WE BROKE UP, AND I WILL BE SURE TO GET MY REVENGE ONE WAY OR THE OTHER YOU STUPID SLUT!

I showed the message to Duncan, and saw the rage burning in his eyes. He pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"Duncan, don't text her. It'll only make things worse…"

"I hadn't planned on it, sweetie. Come here" He then pulled me closer to him, kissed my cheek, and took a picture of us. My cheeks burned bright red. "She wants to pull this shit, we'll give her something to throw a bitch fit over." Duncan said, smiling and sending his picture to Facebook, knowing that she'd see it.

That little kiss on the cheek surprised me… But honestly? I wanted more.

Whoa. It felt seriously good to write after so long(: Review!