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

wet (dazey and the scouts)

previously...

It's the only way I've survived this long.

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DUNCAN POV:

I'm left in the tunnel, entranced by the previous moments. Sitting there, I wonder. Was that all real, or am I just imagining things? But, the smell of her vanilla perfume, her soft lips against mine, the heat radiating off her. It feels too real to be a facade. She couldn't be faking, could she?

She wouldn't. 

Courtney's too stuck up, too bossy, too compassionate, too kind, too soft. She couldn't be.

Or she could've.

It just feels too real to ever be fake. But that's what I said with Gwen too.

Interrupting my thoughts is a small bird with black and teal feathers, which nestles beside me. 

Confused, I distance myself from the peculiar little thing. 

Courtney can't just walk off like that. She owes me an explanation. 

Tomorrow, I need to corner her. There is no way I'm going to leave her alone after she ditched me like that. Making a mental note, I head out of the tunnel. Although it's already dark, I bike home.

I race through the darkness, not letting it swallow me whole. This would be a great time to start crying, but no tears escape my eyes. I feel too numb to even show an ounce of emotion. How dare she take my heart so slowly, take care of it for a while, then run away with it.

I really want to hate her.

I really do.

But I can't.

Because no matter what she may do to me, no matter how hard she may break my heart, whatever she may do, I can't seem to hate her.

Why?

Because I'm in love with her. 

And I can't do anything about it.

timeskip----> next day at skl

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COURTNEY:

Memories of the previous night surge through my memory.

Specifically, the kissing-like-we-were-the-only-ones-in-the-world memories.

My hands tangled in his surprisingly soft hair, the strong scent of cigarettes and pine needles taking over my whole body. Duncan pulling me closer, as if we weren't already. The feeling of his lip piercing. His cool hands on my cheeks, contradicting with the heat radiating off me. Duncan's steady heartbeat calming down my raging one.

A slight blush scatters over my face, which then gets quickly masked with an I hope unreadable expression. Then, the other memories hit me like a freight train.

I left him in that tunnel.

After he saved me.

Fear and embarrassment makes me visibly cringe.

What was he going to say now? What if he gets mad at me? What if he ignores me? I really couldn't bear him ignoring me. 

Wait a second, why would I care if he ignored me? What do I owe him?

Striding down the hallways with my mewfound determination, thoughts filled with things like 'fries before guys' and 'girl power', confidence through the roof. My hair flows freely around my shoulders, unlike the intricate ponytails I normally wore; my makeup in a slight lessening. 

Although my confident outer demeanor, a tiny voice from deep inside her spoke the devil's tounges. 

You're in love with him, you idiot. Everybody exept you can see it. But you don't deserve him. You will never deserve him, and you must live with that. You are unlovable.

But, there was a problem. It wasn't Duncan, no. Of course it wasn't. It was a nagging feeling inside Courtney, mixed with her emotional trauma. Deep memories, much like her scars. Memories she thought she had concealed, bandage over bandage, a repetitive process she had grown into. A searing pain, messy bathroom, red-stained carpet. Bandage wrappers adorning her floor, as if they had belonged there. Words that seared, that hurt, memories she had tried to scrub away. 

But like always, if you rub on an area of skin too hard, it will just redden.

NO ONE'S POV:

Courtney swore to never let the words affect her. Promised they didn't hurt. But after awhile, it was unable to ignore. The beating feeling in her chest. The rasp in her breath as it quickened, much like the start of her weekly panic attacks. Countless hours spent crying in bed, tear marks adorning the side of her eyes. Anxiety painting a picture of herself she didn't even recognise.

Then came Scott. Scott with his lopsided grins and silly bright red hair. Scott, the boy on the farm. Scott the boy with the passion in his eyes. The boy who turned her life inside out and back again.

It really didn't take long for her to love him.

And it really didn't take long for things to get toxic.

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Don't wear that, you look too fat.'

'What?'

'You heard me. Take it off.'

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'Are you dressing like a slut for all those men at the bar? Hook up? Maybe exchange numbers?'

'Scott, how could you say that?'

The look of fury on his face was unmistakeable. He didn't like being talked back to.

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And then the stalking.

He was obsessed with her.

Too obsessed.

She had been broken by love. But also completed by it. The thoughts in her head crashed like waves, never quite falling. (this is for u g yk who u are)

Although she would never openly admit it, Courtney Satella was falling harder and harder for the school's biggest dummy, playboy, bad boy. You could call him anything.

But what Courtney called him?

Duncan Tarun.

The boy who had stolen her heart so effortlessly in a time where she thought she would never love again.

Duncan wasn't just some guy she has reduced down to his looks. He was like the sky before a sunset, rain in summer heat. Duncan Tarun, the boy with that stupid smirk, silly flirting techniques, who knew how to make her laugh. 

The boy who truly saw her as a human being. The boy who took her to the arcade for their first date, instead of some fancy restaurant. He was a breath of fresh air.

She may not know how everything worked. Courtney may just be yearning for a unrequited love, a fairytale ending to her story. Duncan may not even like her back.

But Courtney was grateful for that. She was grateful for the gift Duncan gave her.

Her final reason to keep going.

He was the sunshine, she was the midnight rain.

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WOOOOOAH HOLY SHIT 1K WORDS IS INSANE FOR ME LMAO I HOPE U ENJOY THE LONG CHAPTER TEHE (ILL TRY POST A BIT ON SCHEDULE BC IDK WHAT IM DOING)

ill most likely TRY post twice a week gng

have a great day/night hope u enjoyedddddd :P

-a.n