My Diggy Diggy One Shots

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Rythna: When your OTP first met, they were constantly fighting because one is too optimistic and the other is too cynical (my head canon teenage Duncan is really happy and hyper whereas rythian is all "emo' if that helps at all)

Few are surprised when they see Duncan and I walking down the hall, Mr. Vox leading us with a hand on each of our shoulders. What is surprising is my blooming black eye, and Duncan constantly sputtering apologies and 'I didn't mean to's. Not that Mr. Vox cared in the slightest if it was an accident or not.

Mr. Vox tells both of us to take a seat in the office while he tells Principal Humes what happened. The secretary glances up long enough to notice the bruise on my face. "Would you like an ice pack for that, hun?"

I shrug, looking at the worn carpet under my boots. They get up and go down the hall where the nurse's' office is. Mr. Vox comes back before the secretary does, informing us that we are supposed to go in.

The uncomfortable wooden chairs and miniature Dungeons And Dragons figurines on the shelf behind him are all too familiar. "What happened this time," He sighs, directing the question at me as we sit down.

The secretary comes in and hands me the ice pack, making me wince when I put it against my face. "Duncan punched me."

"I didn't mean to! I was talking to Simon about this boss in W.O.W., er, World Of Warcraft, and I got a bit excited and accidentally hit him."

Principal Humes laughs. "Sorry, that's not funny." His tone turns serious. "This is the fifteenth time you guys have been sent here because you can't seem to get along."

"He's so optimistic and happy. It's not right!" I extend my arm in Duncan's direction, palm up. "No one's that happy. He's probably a psychopath!"

"Rythian! I will not stand for any more of accusations about Duncan." He sighs, rubbing at his temples. "Guys, we can't keep doing this. You two need to work your problems out and stop fighting all the bloody time!"

"I'd like to Mr. Humes, I really would!" His voice is too cheerful.

I turn to look at the blonde-haired boy, narrowing my eyes. "Christ, give it up. You're not fooling me."

"Rythian! Duncan! Stop! You know what? This is it. You guys are going to be spending the next few Saturdays helping sort textbooks and cleaning classrooms." Duncan and I both start to object, but a raised hand silences both of us. "And you guys are going to keep coming here every Saturday until you two learn to like each other!"

He scribbles something on a piece of paper and angrily tears it out, thrusting it at us. "Give this to Paylor, she'll know what to do. I don't want to see you boys back in here, do I make myself clear?"

We both nod, Duncan grabbing the paper and following me out. I clench my fists as we stand in front of the secretary's desk as she goes over the rules and expectations, along with a note we are supposed to give to our parents and return signed tomorrow.

~?'?~?~

The parking lot is empty of cars, except for two cars over in the teacher's lot. A warm breeze blows a stray paper across the sidewalk as I make my way to the school.

Duncan stands near the front doors, his arms crossed over his purple tee-shirt. He smiles at me when I walk up. "Hey Rythian!"

"Let's get this over with." I pull open the door and head inside.

A few hours later Duncan and I find ourselves in the cafeteria, wiping down tables. We methodically go up and down the rows of tables, Duncan trying to make conversation as we work.

"How d'you think you did on the Chemistry test yesterday?"

The wet slop of a washcloth fills the silence when I don't answer right away. Warm water pushes lingering crumbs onto the floor. Duncan lifts up his bucket and starts walking over to me. "Like you-"

Soapy water splashes all over my legs, soaking my pants and boots. "What the-?"

"Oh shit, I'm sorry Rythian!" Duncan stands a foot or so away, his blue bucket on its side, soapy water trickling out onto the floor.

I look down, my jeans darker where the water has soaked in. "Christ! What did you do?"

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to. I'm really sorry Rythian," He runs a hand through his hair, looking around the empty cafeteria. "I have some clean clothes in my gym locker, you can put those on?"

I sigh. "Don't really have much of a choice, do I?"

He blushes and looks down. "I didn't mean to," He says meekly.

We find a janitor and convince them to let us into the locker room as long as we remember to let them know when we're done.

The locker room reeks of gym socks and Axe body spray. It's strange how quiet it is. Normally it's filled with chatting and lockers slamming and clothes hitting the floor. I follow Duncan to his locker, sitting down on the bench and untying my laces.

"I can try and dry your boots out under the air dryer while you change?"

I shrug, "Yeah, I guess." Pulling off my boots, I hand them to Duncan.

He takes them and walks off, the sound of the air dryer going off in the bathroom. I dig through Duncan's locker, looking for some shorts.

I stare at the very tight, very pink shorts, my eyebrows raised.

No. Fucking. Way.

Duncan's cheeks turn pink when he sees me. "Wh-what're you doing?"

I hit the button to start the dryer, holding my pants underneath it. "I'm not wearing those."

"Wh- oh," He laughs, remembering what shorts he had. "Sorry, I thought I had different shorts."

The only sounds are those from the air dryers as we start to dry my clothes. The heat from the dryer helps keep me warm in the usually cold locker room as I stand in my boxers and t-shirt.

"I'm really sorry," Duncan says again after we've gotten my clothes as dry as they can be. "Can I take you out sometime to make it up to you?"

I stop lacing up my boot to look at Duncan, whose face is tinged pink. "What?"

"It's not a date!" He says hurriedly. "Uh, unless you want it to be," He mutters, looking at the ground.

"Sure," I say, surprising both myself and Duncan. "It's a date."