Chemical Reaction | A Gwenvid + Dadvid Fanfic

Chapter 8

Gwen's POV

Oh my god. I don't know how to feel about that awkward dance with David. It was sweet as well as petrifying. My face was on fire and I probably looked like a hot cheeto puff. The fact that my stomach twisted into a lump of spaghetti noodles rattled with butterflies surely didn't help. I knew I shouldn't have eaten my whole plate of Quartermaster's shitty potatoes before this.

Ugh, I think I'm going to be sick again. The last time I was sick was when I was sick with David. That night he looked kind of adorable with his puffy eyes, and pouty lips and-- WHY DOES EVERY FUCKING THING COME BACK TO DAVID.

Fuck dinner, I need to clear my head. I think it's finally time for your date with the dock.

I got up to throw my disgusting potatoes away. "Gwen?", David asked, concerned. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just need a little break", I replied while sulking off to the dock.

David, what the hell have you done to me?

David's POV

Gwen was feeling terrible today during dinner. Oh, what if I'd made her sick by spinning her around so quickly? I better go check on her.

After all the kids and I had finished eating, I headed towards the dock, hoping that Gwen would still be there when I arrived.

Sure enough, Gwen was sitting on the edge of the dock, her diary on her lap as she scribbled who knows what into it. My gosh, she looked absolutely stunning as the warm orange glow of the sunset hit her face.

"Gwen?", I said quietly as I gently approached her on the dock. "Can I join you?"

Gwen quickly shoved her diary to the side and whipped her head back to look at me. "Uh, sure, David, why the hell not", she replied, muttering.

"Look, Gwen, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone that far with you. I don't know what I was thinking, i'm so embarrassed I--"

"No, it's not your fault David. It was that stupid concoction that the kids spiked our drinks with. We couldn't do anything about it." Gwen softly replied.

"I know, but still, it was so unlike me and I'm just ashamed by my actions." I said while sitting down on the dock right beside her.

"David, it's fine. I forgive you. Just don't make a big deal out of it and hopefully we can all move on."

We sat there in silence for a few minutes, watching the sun slowly set.

"David, I do have a question though," Gwen suddenly said.

"Sure, what is it Gwen?" I asked.

She hesitated for a moment, then said "Did you really mean what you said, right before the potion wore off?"

"That you are beautiful? Because you are."

Gwen started blushing hard. "No, uh, well, I-" she stuttered. "No, did you mean it, you know, when you said... you love me?"

My heart immediately dropped to my stomach. Oh no, I was afraid that she would eventually mention this. "I- well-"

"And don't you dare answer by saying you love me as a friend," she added.

What should I do? Do I answer truthfully? Do I lie? I'm not good at lying. I might as well confess to her how I truly feel.

Here it goes. "Gwen, I don't know what other way to say this, but yes, I do love you. I knew I loved you ever since when you first came to Camp Campbell. We instantly clicked and I knew we would be the best of friends. What I didn't know was that I start having these feelings for you. I think you're an amazing person, you're smart, you're fun, you take care of me when I'm hurt, and you're not afraid to show off your imperfections. Whenever I'm with you, I get this amazing feeling that I have never felt for anyone before. I'm not 100% sure what it is, I just know that I want to hold on to that feeling forever", I said slowly, blushing.

"Wow, David, I don't know what to say, this is way different than any of my fan fictions." Gwen replied.

I chuckled a bit at that. "Well, I guess my question now is, do you... possibly, feel the same way for me?" I nervously asked. I gazed into Gwen's purple eyes. She looked into my eyes just as intently, with rosy cheeks and smiling slightly.

"Yes", she whispered. She scooted closer to me so that our bodies were touching and she gently rested her head on my shoulder. I wasn't sure how to react, but I felt myself blushing profusely. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and leaned my head on top of hers and together we sat, watching the sun slink below the horizon.