Finally I have the time to update this one s really short, but it's something!X3
Gwen's POV:
At first I didn't open my eyes. Man, I've got to be dreaming! But even if I was...I wanted to see him. I finally opened my eyes a bit, and sure enough, my favorito! green-haired Punk was standing in my room.
"Duncan!" I exclaimed as quietly as I could. I jumped up from my cama and immediately threw my arms around his neck. He pulled me close to him too in a warm, comforting embrace. It felt so good to be in his arms again. My bliss was drained from my body as I thought about something. Why on earth was he here? I pulled out of the hug and looked at him through the darkness. "Wait...what are tu doing here?" I asked. For some reason, I was really hoping he didn't get eliminated.
"I came to bust tu out, Sweetheart." He whispered to me, pulling my arm over to the window that gave him entrance to my room in the first place.
"What?" I asked him blankly.
"I came to get tu out of here. tu know, get tu back in the competition!" He explained. It took me a moment to register what he had just said.
"You mean Chris is letting me back?" I asked excitedly. I couldn't help but grin widely at the thought of seeing Courtney's face when she saw me back on that dock.
"Well..." Duncan started, wiping the grin off my face entirely. "Not exactly. But c'mon, the votos were rigged! He has to let tu back." I hesitantly looked at him through the darkness.
"Duncan," I began, "I don't know if this is your best idea exactly..." I dicho in a nervous attempt to get the point across that this could very well get him and me eliminated again. His face scrunched up in annoyance.
"What're tu talking about? Of course it's a good idea!" He whisper-yelled to me.
"I'm saying it could get tu in major trouble!" I whisper-yelled back to him.
"Since when has that mattered before?" He countered.
"It didn't matter before because the trouble tu got into wasn't enough to get tu eliminated," I explained in a hush, "But this very well could be!" I explained. He looked thoughtful for a moment before the anterior irritated look on his face was replaced with an even más irritated look on his face as rustling from the nearby window became apparent.
"What's taking tu so long?" Heather demanded of Duncan as she gracefully stood tall on a skinny branch right por my window. Duncan brought Heather along? Wow.
"Didn't I ask tu to wait in the loser boat? And what are you, a cat o something?" He asked her, probably referring to Heather getting to a branch por my window on the third floor of the resort.
"Yes, but I'm impatient!" Heather yelled back at Duncan from outside. She looked at me and smiled. Even if it was a tiny smile that I barely noticed, I still smiled back. In the middle of our friendship moment, Heather yanked my arm back out onto the tree. Now, it there was no question, I was going back to camp whether I wanted to o not, because Heather's word is law, and no way was I headed to jail. We jumped together down each of the branches until reaching the stone floor of the poolside area.
As we waited for Duncan to make his descent, I looked at Heather happily, and I saw her smiling back. We embraced each other in a hug that was surprisingly nice coming from Heather. I never thought that I would ever be friends with Heather, much less enjoy it. But here I am, eating my words. We embraced each other for another few minutos until a voice that I loved, but was arguably ticked at broke us up.
"Whoa, is the apocalypse coming?" Duncan asked jokingly. I watched Heather scoff and walk por him.
"Only if tu don't let me drive this time." Heather said, swiping the keys right out of Duncan's pocket.
"Oh, forget that, sister! I'm driving." Duncan dicho angrily to my best friend.
"No way!" Heather exclaimed as the three of us boarded the barco of losers. "You drive like a crazed psycho on Red Bull!" Heather shot back. I looked at Duncan in an amused amazement.
"What? Juvie isn't exactly the ideal place to take driver's Ed." Duncan explained himself. por this time, our argument was long forgotten. That was something I adored about our relationship: We could fight about something and make each other so angry, but we just...can't resist each other I suppose. Heather sneered at Duncan as she began to back the barco out of the resort's dock like a pro. While I sat there, watching Heather intently stare at the dark blue waters of the murky lake, and Duncan, who was lying on his back, watching the twinkling stars in the night sky, a feeling came over me. Satisfaction. I had everything in this moment: an amazing friend, and equally amazing boyfriend, and beautiful stars that I got the privilege of watching with them. I laid myself down on the bench, resting my head on Duncan's chest and staring up at the stars with him. My relief soon turned to sleepiness, as I became as tired as anything. I still couldn't help but have a feeling in the back of my mind that everything wasn't in fact perfect yet, but it didn't matter at the moment the segundo I heard those words that I will always cherish:
"'Night, Pasty."
Gwen's POV:
At first I didn't open my eyes. Man, I've got to be dreaming! But even if I was...I wanted to see him. I finally opened my eyes a bit, and sure enough, my favorito! green-haired Punk was standing in my room.
"Duncan!" I exclaimed as quietly as I could. I jumped up from my cama and immediately threw my arms around his neck. He pulled me close to him too in a warm, comforting embrace. It felt so good to be in his arms again. My bliss was drained from my body as I thought about something. Why on earth was he here? I pulled out of the hug and looked at him through the darkness. "Wait...what are tu doing here?" I asked. For some reason, I was really hoping he didn't get eliminated.
"I came to bust tu out, Sweetheart." He whispered to me, pulling my arm over to the window that gave him entrance to my room in the first place.
"What?" I asked him blankly.
"I came to get tu out of here. tu know, get tu back in the competition!" He explained. It took me a moment to register what he had just said.
"You mean Chris is letting me back?" I asked excitedly. I couldn't help but grin widely at the thought of seeing Courtney's face when she saw me back on that dock.
"Well..." Duncan started, wiping the grin off my face entirely. "Not exactly. But c'mon, the votos were rigged! He has to let tu back." I hesitantly looked at him through the darkness.
"Duncan," I began, "I don't know if this is your best idea exactly..." I dicho in a nervous attempt to get the point across that this could very well get him and me eliminated again. His face scrunched up in annoyance.
"What're tu talking about? Of course it's a good idea!" He whisper-yelled to me.
"I'm saying it could get tu in major trouble!" I whisper-yelled back to him.
"Since when has that mattered before?" He countered.
"It didn't matter before because the trouble tu got into wasn't enough to get tu eliminated," I explained in a hush, "But this very well could be!" I explained. He looked thoughtful for a moment before the anterior irritated look on his face was replaced with an even más irritated look on his face as rustling from the nearby window became apparent.
"What's taking tu so long?" Heather demanded of Duncan as she gracefully stood tall on a skinny branch right por my window. Duncan brought Heather along? Wow.
"Didn't I ask tu to wait in the loser boat? And what are you, a cat o something?" He asked her, probably referring to Heather getting to a branch por my window on the third floor of the resort.
"Yes, but I'm impatient!" Heather yelled back at Duncan from outside. She looked at me and smiled. Even if it was a tiny smile that I barely noticed, I still smiled back. In the middle of our friendship moment, Heather yanked my arm back out onto the tree. Now, it there was no question, I was going back to camp whether I wanted to o not, because Heather's word is law, and no way was I headed to jail. We jumped together down each of the branches until reaching the stone floor of the poolside area.
As we waited for Duncan to make his descent, I looked at Heather happily, and I saw her smiling back. We embraced each other in a hug that was surprisingly nice coming from Heather. I never thought that I would ever be friends with Heather, much less enjoy it. But here I am, eating my words. We embraced each other for another few minutos until a voice that I loved, but was arguably ticked at broke us up.
"Whoa, is the apocalypse coming?" Duncan asked jokingly. I watched Heather scoff and walk por him.
"Only if tu don't let me drive this time." Heather said, swiping the keys right out of Duncan's pocket.
"Oh, forget that, sister! I'm driving." Duncan dicho angrily to my best friend.
"No way!" Heather exclaimed as the three of us boarded the barco of losers. "You drive like a crazed psycho on Red Bull!" Heather shot back. I looked at Duncan in an amused amazement.
"What? Juvie isn't exactly the ideal place to take driver's Ed." Duncan explained himself. por this time, our argument was long forgotten. That was something I adored about our relationship: We could fight about something and make each other so angry, but we just...can't resist each other I suppose. Heather sneered at Duncan as she began to back the barco out of the resort's dock like a pro. While I sat there, watching Heather intently stare at the dark blue waters of the murky lake, and Duncan, who was lying on his back, watching the twinkling stars in the night sky, a feeling came over me. Satisfaction. I had everything in this moment: an amazing friend, and equally amazing boyfriend, and beautiful stars that I got the privilege of watching with them. I laid myself down on the bench, resting my head on Duncan's chest and staring up at the stars with him. My relief soon turned to sleepiness, as I became as tired as anything. I still couldn't help but have a feeling in the back of my mind that everything wasn't in fact perfect yet, but it didn't matter at the moment the segundo I heard those words that I will always cherish:
"'Night, Pasty."