Requested by: SjdjjdjdJdjdjdjx
Disclaimer: I've never wrote straight smut,so this is my first time...yippee (Have mercy on me,AHHHHHH-) This was also very hard to imagine bcs I headcanon Duke aromantic and trans,but...I tried.
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Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick
Those were the only sounds that Duke could manage to hear through the night.The ticking of a clock.That good ol' clock that she would hear every time she went in the living room, mostly when she couldn't push herself to fall asleep,not even after throwing her guts up.
Tock
Uh
Tick
she was pathetic
Tock
wasn't she?
Tick
Just a naive teenage girl
Tock
A strange one,for that matter
Tick
Who even liked Moby Dick so much?
Tock
Only a weirdo-
RANGGGGG
The green dressed girl shot up from the couch that she was basically hanging from at this point,her face immediately turned to the previously mentioned clock.
3.25AM
Who could be at this hour?
Well,she did have a few guesses. . .
Still,better be safe than sorry.
So she picked up her green pocket knife and hid it in her hand as she opened up the door.
"Veronica,I in fact,did not steal your glitter pens during math class-"
"Ah,that's a relief,wouldn't want my fellow friend to miss on her daily report."
The voice was darker than what the girl had expected,way more ruined,like someone that smoked a pack of cigarettes on a daily.
That startled her at first,making her grip tightly at the knife in her possession,it loosened when she realised who the mysterious visitor actually was,making her let out a groan as she did.
Silence held between the two,both of them waiting for the other to do anything.
Speak.
Walk away.
Go for the throat. (It would be very reasonable for her if one of them did)
Guess Heather had to be the one to stop this awkward moment.
"What the fuck are you doing here at three am,James Dean?"
She deadpanned directly to his face,she wasn't gonna take any bullshit,not at this hour.
