Punks Got Your Heart (Duncan x Reader)

Meet The Teams!

        You hated to admit it but your heart was a flutter when he said this and you swear he could hear it by the look on his face. A nudge shook you out of reality and you turned to see Gwen smiling at you..

      "Ooooo...." She started as you held up your hand before she could continue.

     "Listen, yes, that man is fine." You started as she grinned at you. Before you could continue, there was a scoff from beyond Gwen. Moving your head quickly to meet your target, your [hair structure] finally gave way and your hair collapsed. You sighed and quickly pushed back your frizz infused hair away from your face. Freeing your hair, you shook it out and used one hand to push it out of your face, attracting the attention of Duncan who appeared to have never looked away. 

    "Ugh, how could you even say that?" Heather spoke, a look of pure disgust on her face. You weren't quite sure if it was from the discarded trash covering the beach below the dock or if she had finally realized how much of a trash human being she was. Hearing the way she had begun speaking to other competitors, especially Beth, flung you back to high school. Anyone who says that high school was the happiest four years of their life will die unfulfilled and you assumed Heather fit this profile to a t.

    "Very easily, I do speak and understand English." You said, dragging out each word as Cody laughed before Heather shot him a death filled glare. Muffled speaking caught our attention as we looked over to see Duncan holding Noah by his lip, a pin held above Duncan's head. Duncan released after Noah finished trying to speak, a difficult task when ones lip is held hostage, with a grin on his face.

    "Freaks." Heather scoffed, flipping her hair as she made her way over to Courtney and Bridgette who were talking at the other end of the dock. Very subtly and very maturely, you flicked her off. With both hands.

    "Alrighty, campers! We need a photo for the promos! Everyone get down to the end of the dock!" Chris called out from the inland side of the dock. The small groups that had been split off all merged into one as we settled into our positions. Gwen and Trent had already established themselves towards the left, the two already smiling at eachother like idiots. You followed their lead and stood next to Gwen, your arms wrapped around her shoulders and your chin on top of her head. A benefit of not inheriting your height from your "shorter in real life" father. Trent looked over, appearing happily shocked at your presence but before you could reassure him that you were not trying to steal his girl, an arm snaked around your shoulders. Before you could turn to see who it was, the wood of the deck began to creak and groan under the weight it was so unused to. Chris was spouting off issues that he was having with the camera, something about a lens cap, but before he could tell us to "say Wawanakwa '' again, the dock gave way. You plunged down first, your arms releasing Gwen before your feet hit the water. Crashing into the lake, falling campers left trails of bubbles and debris in their descent into the water. Before you knew what to do, the arm that never left your shoulders had moved lower, snaking around your waist and yanking upwards. Your head broke the water and the first thing you saw was a flash of green.

     "So, you think I'm fine?" Teal eyes flashed into view as you rubbed the water out of your eyes, while you both treaded water, his arm securely around your waist still. You laughed and punched him in the shoulder.

    "A fine pain in my ass." You smiled sweetly as you started swimming away, realising that there was something dragging you down. Your face fell and you raced to the shore, crawling onto the sand and removing your guitar from your back.

      "A fine ass it is..." Duncan started as he climbed out of the lake towards you, realising you were sitting cross legged with your now ruined guitar lying across your lap. "Oh, shit." He said, rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes flittering around the beach instead of landing on you. Anger flashed across your mind as you gritted your teeth and realised that you would soon be an orphan. Duncan just stood there, looking unsure as if to be a comfort or pick fun at your expense. Eventually, he decided and offered you a hand. "Wanna go kill Chris?" He offered as you returned your guitar to its cradle over your shoulders. An evil grin plastered on his face that was soon mirrored on yours.