This was my first time adding lyrics so I made this inspired by Memories by Conan Gray and I copied like what was happening. Sort of.
Day 3: Lyrics
A had been a couple months where Gwen and Duncan had split up and went on their segregated paths. And it had nothing to do with Courtney or Trent. Despite their last and unresolved conflict, they made sure to forget about each other. Or to keep the other as a memory. A horrible one.
Just as Duncan stepped inside the house, he noticed something on the corner of his eyes. It was Gwen's books.
"Guess that's going in the box." Duncan mumbled, taking all the books to place in the box. Ever since his break-up, he'd been finding stuff which once belonged to Gwen. But even after all these months, he hadn't been able to to find it in himself to even throw it out. Before Duncan could go over to the box perfectly designated for Gwen, he heard the bell ring. Actually, it felt as if someone was trying to pull a fight against the door. So, he dropped the books on the floor and headed over to the door. "This better not be wasting my time."
Once the door opened, someone fell straight into Duncan's arms. Gwen.
"Duncaaaan!" Gwen slurred as Duncan helped her stand up straight. Gwen rubbed her head as she groaned. "Ow, the door hit me." She complained.
How had Gwen even managed to bring herself to Duncan's house? She was around the area as she came back from the club, completely wasted before she noticed Duncan heading inside his house. So, she decided to come.
"Well, come on in then." Duncan sighed, allowing Gwen to enter the house.
As Gwen stepped inside the house, she was bumping into everything she could find. It seemed as if she was a toddler again and learning how to walk for the first time. Without even thinking, Gwen ran around the house and slipped before Duncan caught her again, helping her balance. "Those books were out to get me!" She claimed before on the urge of kicking her own books she hadn't recognised before Duncan started dragging her away, leading her to the kitchen. Maybe some water could help? "Hey! Where are we going?"
Duncan guided Gwen to the kitchen as he restrained her from picking fights with another item. Finally, Duncan was by the sink, filling up a glass of water for Gwen as she sat on the bench top.
"Had one too many drinks?" He inquired, walking over to Gwen to realise she was glaring at the poster on his wall. A picture of his favourite basketball player. "I guess I'll take that a yes then." He added, handing the water to Gwen.
Gwen squinted her eyes, in an intense staring match with a poster before she blinked. "I totally just saw him blink! Look!" She pointed, holding the cup in her other hand before pouring it on the poster. "Look at him! Don't tell me you didn't just see him blink!"
Taking the cup from Gwen, Duncan chuckled, refilling it for Gwen. "How much did you even drink?" He questioned.
"Why do they even call it 'happy hour'? It's just...hourly confusion." Gwen thought out loud, kicking her legs against the counter. Her eyes sparkled at the different thoughts racing through her head. "What even is a happy hour? Not everyone is going to be happy. What hypocrisy!"
Duncan returned to Gwen and leaned his body against the bench top. "I hope you know this but happy hour means it's a specific timing where bars give out cheaper drinks. Not used for deep philosophical discussions, Sweetheart." He said, raising an eyebrow as he extended the cup toward her. "Now let's see if you can handle this."
Gwen took a sip of the water as she let out a sigh of relief. "That feels so much better." She claimed, setting the glass down, talking about the water.
"I guess it is." Duncan agreed, solemnly nodding along. He wasn't talking about the water.
The two sat in a moment of silence, appreciating each other's presence. Even after the break-up. Well... Gwen was busy in thought about other things as she hadn't even processed that Duncan was her ex. But she then had this weird sensation about her feelings. "Do you ever just, like, forget things? Like people? Or feelings? It's weird, right?"
No. You are just wasted and just forgot that I'm your thought in his head.
"Like, one minute something's happening and the next minute, poof! It's all over and it gets to the point where I don't remember what happened. That's how rushed things have been feeling these days.." Gwen added, looking at her feet as she slightly kicked it up and down for her own enjoyment. "Everything just feels so foggy."
"I guess so..." Duncan responded, fully knowing what Gwen was talking about. "Things just happen."
A moment of silence fell amongst the two again. It wasn't awkward. There was never awkward silence between the two. Even when they broke up. Like now. Gwen slowly turned her head to face Duncan as she finally stopped kicking her feet. "Duncan..." She started. Duncan's eyes met Gwen's as he looked at her, wondering what was going to happen. "Why did we break-up?" Gwen blurted out. A thought she had been thinking about but didn't want to admit to her former boyfriend.
Duncan clenched his fists as a scowl fell upon his face. "Uh, I don't know. Maybe becauseyoubroke-up with me." He retaliated, anger slowly arising.
"You really wanna pin the blame on me?" Gwen asked, moving herself off the bench top and now standing up and returning the scowl of disgust and hatred. "I was being logical. On the other hand, you were being your usual self and thinking about yourself."
"Of course I am! You move to New York for your dumb art school and leaving me in the dust. And what, now, it's California? Next, you're going to go to California for some little art degree which you can easily get here. So yes, I am being my 'usual self' if that means how selfish you've been!" Duncan shot back.
Gwen let out a scoff indicating her surprise. "Selfish!? I have goals, Duncan. I don't want to be a mess like you." She retaliated.
"Oh so I'm meant to just let you walk out? Fine then, just leave! Why are you here anyways?" Duncan questioned, glaring back at Gwen. But then an idea struck him as he headed away from the kitchen, leaving Gwen alone.
Noticing Duncan turning to leave, Gwen placed her hands on her hips, her frustration boiling over. "Where do you think you're going?" she snapped.
"Just hold on." He stated, headed over to the living room and to the box filled with all the items which once belonged to Gwen. Items such as her books and her clothes and that one good cologne Gwen had bought for him when they were fighting. Duncan walked back to the kitchen, holding the giant box, getting ready to get rid of that for once and for all. "Take all this junk and just-" He paused as he realised Gwen wasn't there. "Gwen?"
Placing the giant box of Gwen's previous belongings, there was a peculiar noise coming from the bathroom. As Duncan approached the bathroom, he opened to see Gwen sitting in front of the toilet and barfing her guts out.
Gwen stopped for a second as she looked over at Duncan. "Oh... you're here." She said before more vomit started swarming up as she puked in the toilet.
Instantly, Duncan joined her as he sat next to her and moved the hair out of her thought.
After ten minutes of vomiting and gagging inside the toilet, Gwen was done. The poison was completely out of her system but she felt disgusted and had the biggest headache. She wiped the remaining vomit out off the corner of her mouth and looked at Duncan and cracked a smile. Fully knowing she wasn't drunk anymore. "Thanks... Duncan." She thanked.
"It's all good." Duncan smiled back, scratching his neck, a hint of relief in his eyes. "So... about the things we were talking about just before... Do you still remember all of that or was that just the alcohol..."
"Yes. Well, both." Gwen interjected, fidgeting with her top. "And... I'm not going to move."
Duncan's eyes widened at the words. "Y-you're not. Why's that?" He exasperated, happy that Gwen wasn't moving. That was until guilt hit him like a ton of bricks and he realised what Gwen was doing. "Look Gwen, you don't have to do this. I kinda was worked up since you already lived in New York. I'll support you, alright? Don't do anything stupid."
"You sure?" Gwen asked. "I sort of rejected that school and was planning on coming to talk to you about it. I sort of got cold feet when I came here to Jersey about meeting you and I guess me being wasted made this happen."
Duncan took Gwen's hand as he gave it a little squeeze, firm but reassuring. "I guess it did." He smiled before he looked at Gwen with his earnest eyes. "Seriously though, if you wanna move to California, do it." He leaned in, gazing deep into Gwen's eyes. "And maybe we could give this long-distance a shot. I mean, it might work out."
"I think that sounds nice." Gwen responded, smiling back at him.