*Takes place after Trent's vote-off in TDA. My version, since it's kind of far-fetched and sad. NOT DxG!! Brother+Sisterness!! I like them all three ways; Couple, Siblings, and Friends. Don't judge me! So why don't you just stop reading this intro and get on with the story already? Humans, such a wonderous species yet SO PREDICTABLE.*
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"You brought me in here just to make me feel bad didn't you?" Gwen said, looking away from the monitor.
"Yes, yes I did," Chris said grinning.
"Well it worked," Gwen said, lowering her head and closing her eyes. Chris laughed.
'It's all me fault,' repeated over and over in her head, obviously thinking it was true. 'He got voted-off because of me. It's all my fault.'
Tears formed in her still closed eyes and trickled silently down her face, which was a ghostly white. '...all my fault, all my fault...' She felt terribley guilty and grimaced as she left the room, Chris laughing behind her, tears streaming onto her shirt. '...all my fault, all my fault...'
Gwen was sprinting past her cast-mates, desperate to find the only person in this abandoned film lot that would actually listen to her.
She was running so fast, she nearly slammed into the door to the Guys' Trailer. She breaked, her boots shifting under the impression of her trying to stop so suddenly. Tears still leaking from her eyes, she steadied herself and opened the door an inch as quietly as she could.
Duncan was lying on his bunk, headphones over his head, eyes scanning a sketchbook he was holding in his lap. A pencil was at his side.
Gwen opened the door wider, sliding into the trailer. Duncan looked up, suprised he was caught unaware drawing. He put the sketchbook down at his side with the pencil and took off the headphones, placing them on his pillow as he sat up and said in a concerned voice, "Gwen, you okay?"
After Gwen had closed the door, she could take it no longer; she ran up to Duncan, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug, sobbing into his chest and soaking his shirt.
"Trent's-gone!" she said between sobs. "It's all my fault! I should never have broken up with him!" She tightened her grip around his neck.
"Calm down!" Duncan hissed softly. "It's not your fault he's gone; they probably would've kicked him off anyway." She slackened her grip and Duncan patted her back, trying to help her cool down.
"I can't help it," Gwen admitted, letting go of Duncan and sitting down next to him on the bunk. New tears were forming in her eyes.
"Please stop crying," Duncan begged. "I can't stand tears."
"Why?" Gwen asked, wiping away her tears with her sleeve. She tried wiping Trent away from her mind too, but that didn't work in the slightest. He stayed there, glued in front of her thoughts.
"I...can't tell you," Duncan said slowly, standing up and walking a few feet from Gwen, his back facing her.
"Don't get angry when I ask this, but...is it personal?" Gwen asked.
"Sorry!" Gwen said quickly, regretting she had ever asked it.
"It's fine," Duncan said, turning back to her. "Why are you here again?"
Gwen's stomach suddenly got heavy, as though someone had dropped lead into it.
"Chris...showed me the clip of Trent leaving," she explained sadly, closing her eyes. That was a lie. Chris didn't show it to her, he forced her watch it, knowing it would make her feel guilty.
Tears burned in her eyes as she felt Duncan sit back down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
"Trust me, it's not your fault," he told her calmly.
"If he wasn't throwing the challenges..." Gwen trailed off, laying her head on his shoulder.
"He was throwing the challenges for you," Duncan said. "He cares about you more than a million bucks."
"I'm so stupid," Gwen told herself quietly.
"No you're not. You just did what you thought was right," Duncan said.
"And it ended with him getting-getting-" Gwen struggled, starting to cry again.
Duncan understood how hard this was for her. It had happened to him; the only girl who had ever talked backed to him, gone. The only girl who had ever kissed him, gone. The only girl he had ever loved, gone.
He was trying as hard as he could not to show any weakness or emotion around Gwen. He was pretty sure she would understand, but would never see him as the Juvie-ridden Horror-movie junkie he is. Or at least what they all think him as.
"Gwen, please stop crying," Duncan whispered, his eyes burning from him trying to stop himself from crying as well. That always happened; if he saw someone cry, it reminded him of the most awful memories he had, and it usually made him tear up and cry too.
"I'm sorry," Gwen apologized, lifting her head and drying her eyes. "I just miss him."
Duncan nodded and removed his arm from around her shoulders, running his fingers through his mohawk nervously. His heart was telling him to cry("Let it out!" it was saying.) but his brain told it no("You want him to be embarrassed in front of his best friend do you?" it said).
A conflict was going on in his stomach, which felt as though he hadn't eaten in days and there were flies buzzing around inside it. His heart won.
He covered his face, hiding it from Gwen. Tears flowing out of his eyes behind his hands, Gwen asked, "Duncan, you okay?"
He didn't answer.
Gwen tried changing the subject; "What were you drawing?"
Again, he didn't answer.
"Duncan please talk to me," Gwen begged.
"No," he said flatly, his voice raspy.
"I'm your friend. Friends are supposed to help eachother," Gwen told him. This was no longer about her.
Duncan lowered his hands, expecting Gwen to gasp or laugh, but she didn't. She just looked at him, and he got confused.
Gwen put an arm around his shoulders, just as he had done for her. Duncan dried his face with the back of his hand and crossed his arms, resting them in his lap with a worried look on his face.
"It's his fault," Duncan muttered, more to himself then to Gwen.
"Who's?" Gwen said softly, hoping he wouldn't get furious with her for asking.
"Harold," Duncan answered, looking at her.
"What about him? I know you tease him and stuff, but-" Gwen stopped, seeing the sheer hatred on Duncan's face.
He looked positvely furious at just the mention of Harold's name. Gwen had nearly no idea what he was so angry about, but the loathing he had...it scared her, even considering he was crying five minutes ago at the very most. She hastily removed her arm from his shoulders, afraid he was going to explode at any minute. No explosion came.
Duncan just stared at her, trying to get her to read his thoughts; 'He got her kicked off!', 'Switching the votes...I wouldn't've even done that!','Evil little dork! Why didn't he leave instead of Elvis?'. But that didn't work; why would it? She isn't telepathic-at least he didn't think so. Does telepathy even exist?
"That idiot," Duncan said through gritted teeth, still looking at Gwen. "switched the votes and had Courtney-" He cringed at the name. "-eliminated." He looked at his shoes, half expecting Gwen to laugh.
"Oh," Gwen said, no where near laughing. Her face was serious. "So he technically...cheated in the game?"
Duncan looked at her again, his eyes red with dry tears.
"I do understand okay?" Gwen said, reading his clear expression. "It happened to me remember?"
"Right," Duncan said, turning a bit red. He picked up his headphones and slipped them easily over his head.
"Are you blushing?" Gwen asked, shocked. It was very faint since he was blasting the music(Disc-Creed Greatest Hits), but he did hear her, and turned a darker shade of red, lying on his bed, still blasting the music. He picked up the sketchbook.
"You are blushing," Gwen said in awe.
"So? A guy can be-somewhat-embarrassed," Duncan said, picking up the pencil and adding to the illustration.
The picture had four people in it; a goth girl standing next to a guy in a green-camo shirt, and a green-haired punk in a skull shirt standing next to a preppy-looking tan-skinned girl with freckles.
He studied it, looking at the preppy with a sorrowful look on his face.
"What is that a drawing of?" Gwen yelled for the third time. Duncan looked up, seeing Gwen staring at him worriedly as though he had gone deaf.
"Nothing important," Duncan said, pulling the headphones around his neck. He didn't want Gwen to know how much he missed Courtney, even if she felt the same way about Trent.
"Can I see it then?" Gwen asked. Duncan paused the music, right in the middle of his favorite song on the CD(One Last Breath).
He sighed. "Promise not to laugh," he said.
"Swear on the next life I have," Gwen said, crossing her heart.
Duncan had absolutely no idea what on earth that meant, but pushed it out of his mind. Pulling the headphones back over his head and pressing PLAY, he handed Gwen the sketchbook.
Gwen was astounded at how amazing Duncan could draw. Even she couldn't get that accurate with details. She stared at Trent for a while. 'Why did I break up with him? Why couldn't I just let him be him?' she thought, her eyes burning. She wasn't going to cry though; the tears might get on the picture. But another reason is because she was all cried out; not a single tear was left.
Then she looked at the drawing Duncan had made of himself. It was a mirror-image, right down to the last peircing. And then there was Courtney. Was it just her, or did Courtney look...more beautiful than, in real life?
And then it hit her; Duncan loves Courtney, no matter how tough he acts, no matter how many pranks he pulls. Duncan is just a regular person, with a really hard, rough shell and a soft center.
Duncan had drawn Courtney the way he sees her, beautiful no matter what. She just wishes it was the same with Trent.
When she turned to give Duncan back the sketchbook, he had his hands behind his head, mouthing the words to the song he was listening to. His eyes were closed.
'Bet he'd be a good singer,' Gwen thought, smiling to herself as she laid the sketchbook next to him face-down.
Then he starting singing;
"...When you are with me
I'm free...I'm careless...I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
"We've seen our share of ups and downs
Oh how quickly life can turn around in an instant
It feels so good to reunite
Within yourself and within your mind
Let's find peace there..."
Gwen knew that was just a song, but to Duncan, she thought, it meant more, nearly everything. She did learn one very important lesson during talking to Duncan as she left the trailer, feeling slightly more cheerful that when she arrived.
"People break-up and get into arguments," she said aloud to the deserted film lot(everyone was at the Craft Services Tent, having whatever slop Chef served to them). "But love never leaves and friendships never break."