With a bucket and sponge, the two were on their way cleaning the walls of the school. However they weren't aware those weren't the appropriate equipment. Items such as pressure washers and sandpapers were much effective and the correct way to clean. Unfortunately, Blaineley hadn't informed them about that information and left them with two mere sponges and a bucket. That bucket was used to fill water in.

The goth was holding the bucket as the punk had the two sponges in his hand.

Anything but the voices between the two were heard. Even the distant voices of the students from art class were heard. Other than that, nothing.

As Gwen was marching with the large bucket filled with water in her hands. She was holding it awkwardly in her hands as water spilt every step she took. A little trail followed the goth as quietly made her way to the walls. That's what happens when you fill the bucket to the very top.

The punk scratched his neck. He was worried by the time they get to the walls, all the water would be spilt out. Would assisting her make things less awkward?

"You want me to hold the-"

"I'm good." The goth grumbled, fastening her pace.

This was the first time she'd spoken to him in forever. Duncan was relieved. Though she probably wasn't going to talk to him again. At least she spoke once, right?

Duncan followed, catching up to her speed and watching her clumsily trudge. "Are you sure that-" In that exact moment, the goth turned to face Duncan to tell him to shut up and coincidently, there was lumpy rocks in front of her , she stumbled upon it and was on the urge of dropping the bucket. Andcoincidently, the punk was there to snatch the bucket away in time whilst the goth steadied herself. "Whoa there. Are you good?" He asked, now carrying the bucket and the sponge.

"Hmm." Gwen responded, frowning before walking off.

"You're welcome." The punk snakily muttered, loud enough for Gwen to hear, who was only walking a few feat ahead.

After hearing that petulant remark, Gwen turned around and took a couple steps closer to the punk and raising her pointer finger. "I didn't ask you to help me. So shut it."

"You didn't ask for help? Fine." The punk smirked, dropping the bucket of water.

The day after the confrontation, Duncan had gone out of his way to gather everything that was given by the goth, or owned by her, pictures, and anything that reminded him of their ten year friendship from his house into a little box.

He chose Courtney. His girlfriend. And he was going to make it final.

The following day, Duncan had made his way to his ex friend. Ex best friend. Without exchanging any words, he dropped it as it all spilt everywhere.

The goth eyed the water spill out of the bucket. He was still the same jerk.

"You fucking jerk!" She hissed, picking the bucket up. "We're doing this because ofyouand you're just trying to make it worse than it already is. I guess you did make the right decision because to this day, I have no fucking clue why I lo-I mean, liked you so much." She added, glaring at the punk. Duncan raised an eyebrow at her. Gwen was going to say something. She was just about to say love. "It's just... whatever. Go fill the bucket out."

She did like him so much. It was so much that it stopped being platonic. It stopped being only a little liking. To her, it felt more than just friends. Thos little attraction was more than what she'd bargained for.

The thing is that she still had a little .

Once the teenagers made it to the wall with a full bucket of water and their sponges, they got to work. There was no messing around, laughter attacks, distracting the other, or even talking. The two had mutually decided to just stay silent and get it over with and never talk again without actually communicating. It sort of just felt like the rule they were going by because of the silence.

So far, they'd finished cleaning half a wall and the statue. There was four more walls left and cleaning one wall was already taking so long.

"You're such an idiot." Gwen angrily mumbled to herself, aggressively rubbing on the wall. She was imagining that she was punching the punk for landing her in this situation. "I can't believe this."

The punk stopped mid-scrub at the quiet and almost inaudible comment. "What was that, pasty?" He asked, mockingly using the nickname he'd once call her.

"Don't."

"Don't what,pasty?" He pestered, smirking. No response. "Still mad about the fight?"

"Why should Inotbe?"

Awkward.

"Woah, harsh." He commented, raising an eyebrow. Duncan decided to push further though. He'd already made Gwen talk to him. "Did you miss me at least?"

She could feel herself slightly turning pink. Maybe red. She was getting nervous. And was sort of pretty to the . The prettiest person he'd ever seen.

Sure, she-sort of-very much liked him. Not like she was going to admit it.

The punk was wondering how she would react if he kisses her right now. She would either blush or yell at him. He's hoping it's the first one.

Gwen searched around to change the topic. What should she say? "Why'd you even vandalise the school? Thought you were under high security. How'd the she-devil let you leave the house without a leash." She joked, referring to the possessiveness of his girlfriend who isn't his girlfriend anymore. He thinks. Maybe she should've just ignore his question.

Duncan shivered at the thought. "That's low, man. Low." He stated, used to the jokes about him and Courtney's relationship. "We broke-up though."

"You did!?" Gwen inquired, too excited.

"Someone's excited. You still didn't answer my question though."He missed her. Duncan was just hoping the feeling was reciprocated.

She did. She wasn't going to admit it.

This time, she ignored him and focussed back to the task. Though she snuck a little side eye.

Finally, after a couple hours of hard work and a couple in interactions here and there. But the intensity and boiled up anger seemed to be forgotten. They didn't talk much but they felt okay, content being next to each other. Well, more of Gwen feeling content. Duncan's just a chill guy and went with it. However, they still weren't done yet.

Things felt better. They were warming up to each other again.

But it wasn't. Nothing was clear.

"Almost done." Gwen murmured.

Noticing how the goth was a smidge more cheery than a couple hours prior, Duncan decided to ask the question. "So, Gwen... about the fight." He started, sucking air through his teeth the times he went quiet. "Why are you still pissed at it?" He questioned, scratching his neck.

"You really don't get it, do you?"

"Uh..."

The anger was boiling up again. "What is so hard to understand?Traitor. You ditched us. You ditchedmefor a few extra make-outs. How else am I meant to feel? Happy?" She stated, inspecting Duncan's clothing. Sweaters. Beige, boring sweaters. "I can't even recognise you anymore."

"You think I didn't care? I would just up and just fucking leave you? I didn't mean to make that happen!"

"But it did happen and it hurt. You made your decision so stick to it! I said what I said back then."

"Alright then," The goth scoffed, picking up her items of the ground. Her respect for the punk went from a five to zero. Was negative an option? "Don't talk to me and I won't talk to you. We'll leave each other alone since we obviously have different priorities."

The words she said 'back then' hung in the air like a weight, both of them tense, neither willing to back down. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I know I messed up. Butyoumade me chose and I chose!Youpushed me into it!"

"I pushed you into it? You were already picking her over everyone who cares. I just made it official. To see if you were still the old Duncan. Or if you even cared. Courtney wanted to change you and she did!"

"Oh, this again." Duncan rolled his eyes, clenching his fists. "I never stopped caring and why does it bother you if I changed?"

"Because I liked you!" The goth blurted out, not realising who she's talking about and to whom. Once realising she confessed to the punk, Gwen threw the sponge at the punk's face in anger and stormed off, completely embarrassed.

Duncan stood there, shocked, stunned, unable to speak.

A minute later, she could hear the punk job up to her. Once he caught up, he slowed down and walked beside her. There was a moment of silence before Duncan broke it. "Look, I don't really know what happened back there but I'm... sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like that. I guess I thought she was the one back then."

Gwen tried to put on her irritated demeanour as she crossed her arms and didn't even acknowledge the punk until she sighed. "It's alright. Me too. It must've felt tough when all five of us were confronting you and stuff."

"Guess it was. Wished I took that advice rather than lash out on you guys." He added, earning a nod from the goth. "... So... we good?"

"Yeah, I guess so." The goth nodded, extending her hand out. "Friends again?" She asked, hoping Duncan had forgotten about her little confession.

Oh he didn't like this.

What is this, a business meeting?

The goth had looked stupidly pretty and Duncan was tired of waiting and missing his chance. He couldn't wait anymore.

Instead, the punk grabbed the goth's hand and pulled her closer and did something he'd wanted to do for a while. He leaned in for a kiss. Their first kiss. It was perfect.

"No. Way." A voice stated. It was directed to the two. It was Tyler. The two broke from the kiss and eyed him as he rushed out. Poor guy had been thinking Duncan was cheating on his girlfriend.

The two glanced back at each other as Duncan has his hands wrapped around the goth's waist. Meanwhile, Gwen had her hands on his chest, tilting her head up to look at him.

"Think we should tell him?"

Idk if I like this story or not I'll edit it later and change it up if I didn't like it.
Anyways, finished.
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