duncney one shots

Waitlisted

this was suggested by @lynlouise5
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ALSO WAS REQUESTED BY @duncanquartz
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"She's gone crazy. Won't leave her room unless she needs to eat or pee. Enter at your own risk." Heather warns me.
I walk into her bedroom and she's curled up in a ball, sobbing.

"Go away, Heather." Courtney sniffs.

"I'm not Heather."

She turns around and furrows her eyebrows.
"Come to mock me?"
"Maybe." I laugh.
"Fuck off, Duncan. I'm not in the mood for this." she huffs as she gestures with her hands.
I take a seat next to her on her bed.

"I said go away."
"Actually, you said fuck off, Princess."
"Stop being a smartass." Courtney says as she rolls her eyes.

"I was tryna be a good friend." I lie.
The reason I came over was to spend time with her. She's hot and bossy, do I need to elaborate?

"You're not my friend." she rolls her eyes, still glassy from her tears.
"I heard you got waitlisted from Harvard."
"Don't remind me. Why do you think I've been holed up here?" she sniffled.

"At least you didn't get rejected. If it makes you feel any better I didn't get it into any schools." I laugh, pretending I don't care.
"It doesn't."

"What can I do to cheer you up?" I smirk.
"Go away."
"Other than that. Or I'll have to pick something."
"You choose then."

"Okay, how bout I give you a tattoo?"
"You're joking."
"I can do a stick-and-poke." I laugh.
"I don't want an infection, thank-you-very-much!" Courtney scoffs.

"Come on, do it! All of my tattoos are stick and pokes, no infections!" I try to convince her, even though I know she'll never agree to do it.

"...Fine." Courtney mutters.
WHAT?! I was not expecting her to say yes.

"Wait, seriously? I thought you'd be a pussy and not do it." I laugh at her.
"I might as well. I'm already a failure."

"Are you calling me a failure?" I say as I raise an eyebrow.
"Never mind." she huffs.

"Okay, I'll drive you to mine cause I have the supplies and shit." I say, grabbing her wrist.
"Okay." she says as she rubs her eyes.
"Well, you should probably get changed." I suggest, gesturing at her sweatpants and tank top.

"Are you saying there's something wrong with what I'm wearing?" she scowls as she looks at herself in the mirror.

She even looks hot in sweats.

"No, no!" I say, putting my hands up in surrender.
"Okay, let's go then! What are you waiting for?!" she says as she walks out of her bedroom door.

"How?" Heather mouths at me as we walk out of the house. I just shrug.
"She must like me more." I whisper and Heather rolls her eyes.

Good thing that I lived in Princess's neighbourhood because the whole car ride was just her sobbing and I couldn't just let her cry.
"Hey, hey. It's okay." I smile, trying to look at the road and her at the same time.

"No, it's not! I just don't understand what I did wrong. And the worst part is that BETH got in.
That little weirdo! I did every extracurricular possible and she gets in for no reason in particular?" she shrieks, breaking into tears again.