A new day (duncney!!) || By Duncn3yStan

the sillies :3

Tw: slight sh mention, if u will get triggered skip that part. I'll warn u guys before it comes. If u wanna talk to me, im always here for all of you c:

COURTNEY POV:

Okay, fine. I'll admit it.

Maybe a small, micro, teensy tiny—did I mention microscopic—part of me likes Duncan.

Ew. Not like that, though.

After what happened to me, there's no way I'm ever falling in love again.

So then why?

Why does my stomach turn into jelly when he calls me by that stupid pet name?

Why do I make sure my hair looks decent every time I know he'll be around?

And why do I trust him with my life, so much that I let him take me out to this stupid abandoned tunnel?

Do I really love him?

Or am I just yearning for all the years of unreciprocated love from my previous boyfriends?

Would Duncan even make a good boyfriend?

Would I be a good girlfriend?

Would we just ruin each other? End up like every other relationship?

Is it stupid to even wonder?

Does he actually care about me—or is this just a game to him? I mean, he is the school's biggest playboy.

Am I just one of his hoes? (ouh courtney put it down)

Would he still like me if I wasn't smart? Or driven? Or had a 20-year plan already written out in my Notes app?

And what would people say?

What would my parents say?

Wait, I can answer that now. They definitely will care.

They'd go absolutely insane, holding a full-on intervention and question me like a criminal if I've been "hanging about with the wrong people" and probably try to enrol me in wilderness therapy where I find myself  through meditation and kayaking. I mean, I do love those things, but with 29 other sweaty 16-year-olds? 

Not happening.

DUNCAN POV:

I'm so excited to wife her up soon.

Not now, obviously. She won't even look me in the face without a scowl. As much as I do like her scowls, it would be nice to see a smile for once. (poor duncan the huzz aint accepting his rizz 😔)

But when she finally can look at me, with her big brown eyes and genuine smile that makes you feel like everything's gonna be okay. As the light in her eyes sparkle when she's happily talking about things, the way she notices the small details, and makes sure you're okay.

 Yeah, I think I do wanna marry her. 

Maybe Heather was right with her stupid song. I still remember it like yesterday, how she sang that into my ear at family BBQs as if she was so original.

'Courtney and Duncan, sitting in a tree,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
First comes love,
Then comes marriage,
Then comes a baby in the baby carriage!'

I wanted to punch a tree every time she said it.

Now? I kinda miss it.

I think I miss how stupidly basic it was.

Like yeah, maybe we could do that. Maybe she'd be the one person I'd stop being a walking disaster for. Maybe she'd be the reason I'd learn how to cook pasta that's not from a can.

But nah.

That's not me, right? I would never do any of that for just a girl. I never have.

(mentions of sh in next few lines)

I'm not her type. I've got a record. I don't do 5-year plans or matching Halloween costumes or Sunday brunch with the in-laws. I don't fit in her world.

I don't think I ever will.

And the worst part?

She knows that.

I know that.

You probably know that, too. Yeah, you. The one reading this like it's some weird Wattpad story you clicked on at 2AM instead of finishing your essay. Caught ya.

Go ahead. Judge us. We're judging us too.

But for some reason, I still wanna be there for her. I wanna be the reason her eyes light up. The reason she smiles. The reason she decides to stop s3lf h@rm1ng herself. And yes, I noticed that too. I'm actually very observant.

The truth is, I've always loved Courtney Annalise Satella. But I'm not sure she ever will.

She's my Noelle.

And I'm her dirtbag.

(teenage dirtbaaaag, no she doesn't know what she's missin')

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hey there lovelies! i locked in for you all and wrote this tehehhe

hope u liked it and i think the length is pretty good !! 

ily u all, and thanks for reading :D

love,

a.n

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