Here is my one-shot for SkyeNicole4 I really hope you like it or better yet love it! Love ya girl and all of your Duncney stories. Oh and I drew the above picture for you lol, so hope you like it! You're super talented and I hope you have an amazing birthday!!! Much love~fellaway~
P.S. Sorry to other readers that this isn't a Duncney update lol. But maybe you'll enjoy it regardless.
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*(Duncan's POV)*
July 8th, 2017. 6:00 P.M.
Total Drama ruined my life. I lost everything. I even had to go to for real prison. My father disowned me more than he already did. My brothers stopped talking to me. Called me stuff like: "pussy", "dickwad", and "little bitch boy". Colleges didn't want me; most jobs didn't either. No one stuck by me. No one except...
My phone dinged from the coffee table. It was the one thing I had left. I picked it up and saw a certain girl's name pop up in my message box. I opened it.
Skye :) - Hi, Duncan! Still on for tonight?
Me - yea, meet u in central park at 8
Skye :) - Awesome, see ya then!
Me - yep, see ya
I know I know. I don't sound as enthusiastic as I should, right? Well, it's me. Duncan Nelson. What do you expect? Rainbows, hearts, smileys, and unicorns? Pfft. Yeah right.
I put my phone back down on the coffee table. I let out a sigh. "Guess it's showtime..." I turned off Netflix and got up from the couch. You see, today was a special day. But, more on that later. I went to the bathroom, undressed, and got into the shower. A long one. I shaved the stubble on my face when I got out and styled my hair before brushing my teeth. I know, a lot of work, huh? A lot of effort, right? Well, it's for something important. For someone important. For someone who was there for me when no one else was. And tonight...tonight is the first night Skye's more than a friend for me. Well, maybe not the first, but the first official night...for u-us. Everything has to be perfect. At least I hope it will be. It's almost time. I try to make myself look presentable and then make my way down to Central Park.
July 8th, 2017. 8:00 P.M.
Skye was sitting on a park bench under the oak tree and street lamp. She was wearing a blue and white polka dot knee length dress. There was a small silver belt around her slim waist that accentuated her curves more than usual. A thin blue ribbon tied her strawberry blonde hair back into a springy ponytail. She was examining her nails until she heard my footsteps drawing nearer. She looked up and a smile grew upon her glorious glossy red lipsticked lips. Her beautiful bright blue eyes lit up underneath their thin dark blue wings. White glitter sparkled her lids and cheeks. Skye was glowing. And I was only in dark blue jeans, a black quarter length sleeve button up with the top buttons undone, and my classic red converse high tops. But, my slightly longer grown out hair lay perfectly in it's usual black with neon green streaks. My hands were jammed in my pockets.
Skye jumped up. "Duncan! How are you?"
I smiled, a small genuine one. "Hey babydoll. I'm good now."
"That's great," she replied brightly.
I nodded towards the looped sidewalk. "Wanna go for a stroll?"
"Sure."
She walked slightly in front of me, her hands clasped behind her. A skip in her step. I relaxed a little, my hands dropping from inside my pockets. However, one drifted up to rub the back of my neck. I didn't know what to do.
