(Duncan's P.O.V.)
I scratched another tally mark into my bunk post with my pocket knife. I counted up the total of the tally marks. 10. I've been here for 10 days, and yet, I already miss juvie. The food in juvie was better than in this hell-hole. And still, when some people see me, they cringe, or they flinch, or something like that. I hate that. It's offensive and it makes me angry. That day with running around the island, with Heather scoffing at me, uhg, if she wasn't a girl, and a hot one at that, my fist would be in her face before you could say "Duncan is awesome".
We apparently had this week off, Chris said, because he and Chef were going off to get like a mani-pedi or whatever the crap girly girls like McClean and Chef do.
I stepped outside of my cabin, and didn't realize I still had my pocket knife in my hand. Lindsay and Beth saw I was holding it. I looked at them. Beth Lindsay screamed and jumped over the banister, Beth just passed out. "Uhg!" I yell at them. I stormed off to the beach. Whatevs, I think. They're just a dumb blond and a geeky wimp.. But I'm not sure if that was the case.
I went digging through a big warehouse on the far side of the island, and found a chainsaw. "Ah, YEAH!" I shouted. I ran back to the camp. When everyone saw me with the chainsaw, most screamed, some (A.K.A. Harold, DJ, and Beth) passed out, some (A.K.A. Gwen) just said "Cool!"
"I know right?" I told her. "I just found this, um, lying around." She raised an eyebrow. "'Lying around'?"
"Yes..." I said.
Then I heard someone (I think Heather) shout, "He's gonna kill us all! Gwen, get away from him! He's a monster!" OK, THAT TEARS IT!!
"OK, THAT TEARS IT!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I revved the chainsaw, everyone screamed, even Gwen. I didn't care. I cut a table in half and stormed off, cutting one of the support poles in half. The tent collapsed on everyone. I heard muffled screams, and a few cusses, but I tuned this all out. I just realized I dropped a tent on Gwen, and she was screaming like heck. Probably suffocating. Dying...
I pushed the thought out of my mind, and went off to Chris's place. I cut the fridge in half, I cut his bed in half, his kitchen counter, his dresser, his CLOCK! I was so angry. I moved on and found Chef's trailer. I cut everything in half in there too. After Chef's trailer, I just pressed on into nothing. Into woods. Unknown woods. Vast, dark, not so scary woods.
I got lost. I could be eaten by wolves, I thought. I could starve to death. I could die of thirst. All together, I could die. Even thought his is the place I'm probably gonna die, I guess it has some perks. No cameras, that was the best. No more judgmental "campers". No more Chris. No more Chef. No more of this dramatic shit. I sat down, feeling somewhat pleased with myself, but as I lied down to take a nap, it hit me: Dying out here means no more Courtney. No more Gwen. Wait, why was I thinking of Gwen? I rolled my eyes at the thought of liking Gwen. As if. God I sound like a teenage girl.
"Looks like I'm stuck here for a while." I said out loud.
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*three days later, and Chris and Chef still aren't back :\*
Somehow, I managed to find food, shelter, and water. I just made a mini fortress of some kind. I always kept my chainsaw and my pocket knife close, in case of emergency. I think my social status is going to be way low when I get back home.
Not like it wasn't already, I thought miserably. Everyone basically hates me. Stupid Heather. Stupid, annoying, bossy, hot Heather.
Suddenly, I heard a twig snap. What could it be? A raccoon? A bear? I haven't had to encounter these things yet. I heard footsteps. Wait, no, paw steps. Footsteps, paw steps, foot, paw, foot paw, foot... my brain continued this until I saw a dark silhouette in the trees. This is it. I'm gonna die. I thought. I heard it take one step closer, and I revved up my chainsaw, put it in one hand, put my pocket knife in my other. I jumped out just as the thing came into the light. I stopped dead cold, stopping the chainsaw, and putting the knife away.
"G-Gwen?" I stammered. She blushed a little. "You OK?" She asked. "I'm fine. I just hate that little son of a bitch Heather, that's all." I replied. Gwen snickered a bit.
"Now, one question for you..." I continued. I shook my head. "Why? Why did you come and see me? Like Heather said: I'm a monster to all of them!" I slumped down on a tree trunk. Gwen sat beside me. It felt weird having a person that was pretty much a stranger to me sit so close. In fact, it was weird having a person sit close to me period. My dad hates me, and my mom and I don't talk much.
"Heather can go die in a hole somewhere in the distant lands of Guam." Gwen said. I snickered a bit. It felt nice to have someone else around just besides myself. "You shouldn't be here. You should leave. I have a bad temper." I muttered. "You wouldn't want to be near a guy like me."
Just to irritate me and prove me wrong, she moved a little bit closer. I felt funny.
"Too bad, I already am near a guy like you. Hey, whaddya know, it is you!" Gwen said, punching my arm. "Ow." I said in mock pain. "But seriously, get out of here. I may not know you very well, but I don't want you to get hurt."
"AWWW!!" Gwen yelled.
"What?"
"Wittle Duncan has a heawt." Gwen replied in a baby voice. "Shut it, lady!" I said, I could feel the color rising to my cheeks. I gulped to keep the color out of my face. I ain't no girly guy.
"You know, it's kinda weird." Gwen said.
"What is?"
"Our situation is kinda like the Beauty and the Beast."
"But, that makes no sense."
"Why?"
"Because you're not a beauty." I replied grinning. She punched my arm hard.
"I guess you would say I'm you're Beast." I said a little irritated.
Then she sighed. "I better go. I'm pretty sure Heather wants to maul me for coming to see you. I doubt she knows I'm coming to see you." Gwen said rolling her eyes. "See ya, man." but before she could leave, I said, "Wait, Gwen?" She turned around.
"Do you think... can you, uh..." My voice drifted off. "...Can I come to see you again later?" Gwen finished, laughing a little. "Sure." then she was gone. "Oh, and Duncan?" she added. I looked up at her.
"Yeah?"
"You DO have friends."
"Oh yeah, like who?"
"Me." She smiled and left. I sat there dumbfounded. I actually made a friend in less than three minutes. That's like impossible for me. Usually when I try and make friends with people, they run away, scream, faint, or just look at me disgusted. How can Gwen not run away from me? That was my number one question. Is she blind? No, she was looking straight at me. Is she deaf? Out of the question. She was replying the whole time. Is she a lunatic? Hell. No. Is she all together crazy? She's the only other sane person on the island. There's only one other option: she's got a crush on me.
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*about three days later, Gwen has been visiting Duncan, and Chris and Chef STILL aren't back. No one else has come to visit him*
Starving. That's all I am. Starving. And confused. "How can someone have a crush on me?" I muttered to myself. "I'm just some sort of-"
"Chainsaw wielding psychopath?" Gwen said. I jumped. "GAH! F*ck, Gwen, I didn't see you there!"
"So I scared big bad Duncan?" she laughed. I rolled my eyes and muttered. "Yes, yes you did. Happy?" Then I noticed she was holding something behind her back. "Whaddya got there?"
"Oh, just some snacks I hijacked from Chef and Chris's fridge. Nice clean, and cut in half. Nice, clean cuts." Gwen said. She handed me a chicken leg. "It's not infested with ants and rabies?" I asked, looking at her. "Ehh... I'm pretty sure it's safe. I put it in ice for a few hours," she took a bite. "microwaved it, and brought it here. MAN this is good. I can't believe Chef made this." she took another bite. "So..." I said. "Why didn't you run away from me? Why, why are you not afraid?"
"OK, this is gonna sound sappy... but, I know that you're a good person on the inside."
"CORRECT! That was so sappy I wanna puke. And I am NOT a good person." Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Do you really think I'm gonna believe that shit?" I shot a look at her. "Yes..." I said, tensing. "I know you have the littlest bit of good in that shriveled up black lump you call a heart."
"My little black lump does NOT HAVE GOOD!" I shouted at her. She only laughed. "See? Right there! You don't get scared of me! Why?"
Her face suddenly went completely blank. Then a form of embarrassment set in. "Because you're... you're really funny." she sort of murmured. "Well, I am pretty awesome..." I said to Gwen. She giggled. "Girly girl." I poked her in the arm. "I'm no girly girl!" Gwen shouted, then she poked me in the gut. "GAH! That's my ticklish spot, lady!!" I shouted at her, covering up my stomach. "Oh really...?" she smiled evilly at me. "Don't you dare!!"
"Oh, I dare!!" then Gwen tackled me.
"AHHH!!!" Then Gwen started to tickle me. "SAY UNCLE!!" she shouted in my face. "NEVER!!" I shouted back. Before I knew it, I was on top of Gwen, hands on either side of her shoulders. We both laughed for a little while, but then both of our faces went embarrassed mode, because I just realized who I was on top of. I got off of Gwen and said, "You should go back to Trent."
"Why?"
"He's probably missing you right now."
"I really don't care."
My world froze. "What, you LIKE being around me?"
"Of course! We are, you know... friends." I pondered this a while. Suddenly, we heard foot steps outside of my camp. "Gwen, run!" I hissed, stuffing the chicken into her arms. "B-but Duncan!" she whispered, but I had already pushed her into the woods. Just as she disappeared into the trees, Courtney stepped into the clearing.
"DUNCAN!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed. She hugged me tight, kissed me, stepped back, then slapped me. "Ow! Why?"
"That's for almost killing me with a chainsaw!" she shouted. "But I forgive you. You were just mad."
"You... You understand why?"
"Of course!" a flicker of hope of another friend started up in my chest (even though me and Courtney are already boyfriend and girlfriend), but it was put out when she said, "It's because that goth girl came so close to you! She's so, so, so... so weird! And moody. And-" I suddenly got really angry. "DON'T TALK ABOUT GWEN THAT WAY." I said forcefully. Courtney flinched. "Don't hurt me!" She shouted.
"I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU! GET OUT!!" I screamed in her face. She ran away crying. Not because we broke up, because she was scared. She didn't even care we broke up. Gwen walked over to me. "Duncan...?"
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" I shouted. Gwen suddenly had tears in her eyes. After this thing with Courtney, I expected those to be fake tears. I didn't care. "Fine!" she shouted. "I thought we were friends!"
"I don't have friends!!" I shouted back at her. Gwen started to cry. She ran back into the woods. Along with my chicken. :( There goes the woman I love. O_O I mean there goes my food supplier.
I scratched another tally mark into my bunk post with my pocket knife. I counted up the total of the tally marks. 10. I've been here for 10 days, and yet, I already miss juvie. The food in juvie was better than in this hell-hole. And still, when some people see me, they cringe, or they flinch, or something like that. I hate that. It's offensive and it makes me angry. That day with running around the island, with Heather scoffing at me, uhg, if she wasn't a girl, and a hot one at that, my fist would be in her face before you could say "Duncan is awesome".
We apparently had this week off, Chris said, because he and Chef were going off to get like a mani-pedi or whatever the crap girly girls like McClean and Chef do.
I stepped outside of my cabin, and didn't realize I still had my pocket knife in my hand. Lindsay and Beth saw I was holding it. I looked at them. Beth Lindsay screamed and jumped over the banister, Beth just passed out. "Uhg!" I yell at them. I stormed off to the beach. Whatevs, I think. They're just a dumb blond and a geeky wimp.. But I'm not sure if that was the case.
I went digging through a big warehouse on the far side of the island, and found a chainsaw. "Ah, YEAH!" I shouted. I ran back to the camp. When everyone saw me with the chainsaw, most screamed, some (A.K.A. Harold, DJ, and Beth) passed out, some (A.K.A. Gwen) just said "Cool!"
"I know right?" I told her. "I just found this, um, lying around." She raised an eyebrow. "'Lying around'?"
"Yes..." I said.
Then I heard someone (I think Heather) shout, "He's gonna kill us all! Gwen, get away from him! He's a monster!" OK, THAT TEARS IT!!
"OK, THAT TEARS IT!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I revved the chainsaw, everyone screamed, even Gwen. I didn't care. I cut a table in half and stormed off, cutting one of the support poles in half. The tent collapsed on everyone. I heard muffled screams, and a few cusses, but I tuned this all out. I just realized I dropped a tent on Gwen, and she was screaming like heck. Probably suffocating. Dying...
I pushed the thought out of my mind, and went off to Chris's place. I cut the fridge in half, I cut his bed in half, his kitchen counter, his dresser, his CLOCK! I was so angry. I moved on and found Chef's trailer. I cut everything in half in there too. After Chef's trailer, I just pressed on into nothing. Into woods. Unknown woods. Vast, dark, not so scary woods.
I got lost. I could be eaten by wolves, I thought. I could starve to death. I could die of thirst. All together, I could die. Even thought his is the place I'm probably gonna die, I guess it has some perks. No cameras, that was the best. No more judgmental "campers". No more Chris. No more Chef. No more of this dramatic shit. I sat down, feeling somewhat pleased with myself, but as I lied down to take a nap, it hit me: Dying out here means no more Courtney. No more Gwen. Wait, why was I thinking of Gwen? I rolled my eyes at the thought of liking Gwen. As if. God I sound like a teenage girl.
"Looks like I'm stuck here for a while." I said out loud.
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*three days later, and Chris and Chef still aren't back :\*
Somehow, I managed to find food, shelter, and water. I just made a mini fortress of some kind. I always kept my chainsaw and my pocket knife close, in case of emergency. I think my social status is going to be way low when I get back home.
Not like it wasn't already, I thought miserably. Everyone basically hates me. Stupid Heather. Stupid, annoying, bossy, hot Heather.
Suddenly, I heard a twig snap. What could it be? A raccoon? A bear? I haven't had to encounter these things yet. I heard footsteps. Wait, no, paw steps. Footsteps, paw steps, foot, paw, foot paw, foot... my brain continued this until I saw a dark silhouette in the trees. This is it. I'm gonna die. I thought. I heard it take one step closer, and I revved up my chainsaw, put it in one hand, put my pocket knife in my other. I jumped out just as the thing came into the light. I stopped dead cold, stopping the chainsaw, and putting the knife away.
"G-Gwen?" I stammered. She blushed a little. "You OK?" She asked. "I'm fine. I just hate that little son of a bitch Heather, that's all." I replied. Gwen snickered a bit.
"Now, one question for you..." I continued. I shook my head. "Why? Why did you come and see me? Like Heather said: I'm a monster to all of them!" I slumped down on a tree trunk. Gwen sat beside me. It felt weird having a person that was pretty much a stranger to me sit so close. In fact, it was weird having a person sit close to me period. My dad hates me, and my mom and I don't talk much.
"Heather can go die in a hole somewhere in the distant lands of Guam." Gwen said. I snickered a bit. It felt nice to have someone else around just besides myself. "You shouldn't be here. You should leave. I have a bad temper." I muttered. "You wouldn't want to be near a guy like me."
Just to irritate me and prove me wrong, she moved a little bit closer. I felt funny.
"Too bad, I already am near a guy like you. Hey, whaddya know, it is you!" Gwen said, punching my arm. "Ow." I said in mock pain. "But seriously, get out of here. I may not know you very well, but I don't want you to get hurt."
"AWWW!!" Gwen yelled.
"What?"
"Wittle Duncan has a heawt." Gwen replied in a baby voice. "Shut it, lady!" I said, I could feel the color rising to my cheeks. I gulped to keep the color out of my face. I ain't no girly guy.
"You know, it's kinda weird." Gwen said.
"What is?"
"Our situation is kinda like the Beauty and the Beast."
"But, that makes no sense."
"Why?"
"Because you're not a beauty." I replied grinning. She punched my arm hard.
"I guess you would say I'm you're Beast." I said a little irritated.
Then she sighed. "I better go. I'm pretty sure Heather wants to maul me for coming to see you. I doubt she knows I'm coming to see you." Gwen said rolling her eyes. "See ya, man." but before she could leave, I said, "Wait, Gwen?" She turned around.
"Do you think... can you, uh..." My voice drifted off. "...Can I come to see you again later?" Gwen finished, laughing a little. "Sure." then she was gone. "Oh, and Duncan?" she added. I looked up at her.
"Yeah?"
"You DO have friends."
"Oh yeah, like who?"
"Me." She smiled and left. I sat there dumbfounded. I actually made a friend in less than three minutes. That's like impossible for me. Usually when I try and make friends with people, they run away, scream, faint, or just look at me disgusted. How can Gwen not run away from me? That was my number one question. Is she blind? No, she was looking straight at me. Is she deaf? Out of the question. She was replying the whole time. Is she a lunatic? Hell. No. Is she all together crazy? She's the only other sane person on the island. There's only one other option: she's got a crush on me.
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*about three days later, Gwen has been visiting Duncan, and Chris and Chef STILL aren't back. No one else has come to visit him*
Starving. That's all I am. Starving. And confused. "How can someone have a crush on me?" I muttered to myself. "I'm just some sort of-"
"Chainsaw wielding psychopath?" Gwen said. I jumped. "GAH! F*ck, Gwen, I didn't see you there!"
"So I scared big bad Duncan?" she laughed. I rolled my eyes and muttered. "Yes, yes you did. Happy?" Then I noticed she was holding something behind her back. "Whaddya got there?"
"Oh, just some snacks I hijacked from Chef and Chris's fridge. Nice clean, and cut in half. Nice, clean cuts." Gwen said. She handed me a chicken leg. "It's not infested with ants and rabies?" I asked, looking at her. "Ehh... I'm pretty sure it's safe. I put it in ice for a few hours," she took a bite. "microwaved it, and brought it here. MAN this is good. I can't believe Chef made this." she took another bite. "So..." I said. "Why didn't you run away from me? Why, why are you not afraid?"
"OK, this is gonna sound sappy... but, I know that you're a good person on the inside."
"CORRECT! That was so sappy I wanna puke. And I am NOT a good person." Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Do you really think I'm gonna believe that shit?" I shot a look at her. "Yes..." I said, tensing. "I know you have the littlest bit of good in that shriveled up black lump you call a heart."
"My little black lump does NOT HAVE GOOD!" I shouted at her. She only laughed. "See? Right there! You don't get scared of me! Why?"
Her face suddenly went completely blank. Then a form of embarrassment set in. "Because you're... you're really funny." she sort of murmured. "Well, I am pretty awesome..." I said to Gwen. She giggled. "Girly girl." I poked her in the arm. "I'm no girly girl!" Gwen shouted, then she poked me in the gut. "GAH! That's my ticklish spot, lady!!" I shouted at her, covering up my stomach. "Oh really...?" she smiled evilly at me. "Don't you dare!!"
"Oh, I dare!!" then Gwen tackled me.
"AHHH!!!" Then Gwen started to tickle me. "SAY UNCLE!!" she shouted in my face. "NEVER!!" I shouted back. Before I knew it, I was on top of Gwen, hands on either side of her shoulders. We both laughed for a little while, but then both of our faces went embarrassed mode, because I just realized who I was on top of. I got off of Gwen and said, "You should go back to Trent."
"Why?"
"He's probably missing you right now."
"I really don't care."
My world froze. "What, you LIKE being around me?"
"Of course! We are, you know... friends." I pondered this a while. Suddenly, we heard foot steps outside of my camp. "Gwen, run!" I hissed, stuffing the chicken into her arms. "B-but Duncan!" she whispered, but I had already pushed her into the woods. Just as she disappeared into the trees, Courtney stepped into the clearing.
"DUNCAN!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed. She hugged me tight, kissed me, stepped back, then slapped me. "Ow! Why?"
"That's for almost killing me with a chainsaw!" she shouted. "But I forgive you. You were just mad."
"You... You understand why?"
"Of course!" a flicker of hope of another friend started up in my chest (even though me and Courtney are already boyfriend and girlfriend), but it was put out when she said, "It's because that goth girl came so close to you! She's so, so, so... so weird! And moody. And-" I suddenly got really angry. "DON'T TALK ABOUT GWEN THAT WAY." I said forcefully. Courtney flinched. "Don't hurt me!" She shouted.
"I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU! GET OUT!!" I screamed in her face. She ran away crying. Not because we broke up, because she was scared. She didn't even care we broke up. Gwen walked over to me. "Duncan...?"
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" I shouted. Gwen suddenly had tears in her eyes. After this thing with Courtney, I expected those to be fake tears. I didn't care. "Fine!" she shouted. "I thought we were friends!"
"I don't have friends!!" I shouted back at her. Gwen started to cry. She ran back into the woods. Along with my chicken. :( There goes the woman I love. O_O I mean there goes my food supplier.
okay,i wrote this,like 2 moths ago,so heres the last part
courtney:WHATS YOUR PROBLEM????
gwen:we..kissed!
duncan:omg,um,ok,soooo,wanna go out?
gwen:okay
trent*from afermath room* CURSE YOU DUNNCAN!
G&D:*making out*
courtney:AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
chris:well,that raps up another TDA!
note:i rite things,then finish moths later. find them in article page.
BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
courtney:WHATS YOUR PROBLEM????
gwen:we..kissed!
duncan:omg,um,ok,soooo,wanna go out?
gwen:okay
trent*from afermath room* CURSE YOU DUNNCAN!
G&D:*making out*
courtney:AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
chris:well,that raps up another TDA!
note:i rite things,then finish moths later. find them in article page.
BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After TDAS Gwen won the million and she changed her dream to get more money for her and Courtney.Her new career was a singer.Her fans love her.But she has an unknown #1 fan.
Gwen's P.O.V
As we drove to my next performance Courtney asked me "Gwen do you know who your number 1 fan is?" I replied with a "no"
She replied to me "Well I do." When I asked who she said Trent's Band and that Duncan had joined the band.We would all be competing in x Factor.I was gonna sing a song from my new album "You don't know me" which was the song I gonna was singing.I got a little sad about competing against Duncan I do still have feelings for him.But it's so weird since Courtney is my best friend and Duncan was her ex too.
To be continued
Gwen's P.O.V
As we drove to my next performance Courtney asked me "Gwen do you know who your number 1 fan is?" I replied with a "no"
She replied to me "Well I do." When I asked who she said Trent's Band and that Duncan had joined the band.We would all be competing in x Factor.I was gonna sing a song from my new album "You don't know me" which was the song I gonna was singing.I got a little sad about competing against Duncan I do still have feelings for him.But it's so weird since Courtney is my best friend and Duncan was her ex too.
To be continued