A One Shot Book of Unfortunate Events

Ballet? Why?

*Duncan's POV*
I love going with my girlfriend, Violet, on errands, but there's one that I hated every time. Violet's ballet classes. I'll admit, I liked seeing her in skin-tight leotards, but that's besides the point. The music was a snooze, the moves were a bore; I just wanted to go home. I loved Violet more than anything in the world, but whenever I asked why she even took them, she only replied that it felt right for her to do it. I never asked her to elaborate on this. "We have one more errand, Peaches." She said to me with a knowing smirk. I groaned, "Ballet? Why?" I whined like a little kid. She chucked softly.

"You promised me that you would come with on all of my errands." She retorted playfully as we pulled up to a stoplight, "Not to mention, I'm driving so there's no way you're not going."
" I could sit in the car and pout. "

Violet leaned over to place a soft kiss on my lips, "Please? I would love for you to watch."
" I'll watch if you tell me why you go to these classes. "

Violet sighed as a small tear welled up in her eye, "Um... My mother used to take Ballet classes when she was still around."
" Oh, Violet! I'm so sorry! I had no idea! "
"It's okay. I never really told you."
" Of course I'll come support you. "

She smiled weakly as we parked. I stopped her from getting out as I set my hand on hers. "Did I ever tell you how much I love you?" She nodded enthusiastically as she gave me a big hug. "Every day. I love you too, Duncan." We stepped out and held hands on the way inside. "I'm going to go change..." She said before leaving in the direction of the changing rooms. I took the seat I usually sat in when Violet made me come, but I was thinking about voluntarily attending more often. I thought about how happy Mrs. Baudelaire must be when watching her daughter follow in her footsteps, even if it was something that didn't mean much to her. An unfamiliar, feminine voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Hey, I'm Harley Smith." Harley greeted. She had short, blonde hair, icy blue eyes framed by gray and blue glasses, and a warm smile. Her pale skin was contrasted by a black leotard. She had the kind of face that only certain men would find attractive. "Hi. I'm Duncan Quagmire."

She grinned at me and held her hand out for me to shake. I accepted it and pulled my book out of my satchel. "What book is that? Is it entertaining?" She asked me in attempt to make conversation.
"Um Anna Karenina... It's good."
" Oh maybe I should read it! "
"Yes... This is the fifth time I've read it, if I remember correctly."
"Well-read people are typically more trustworthy!" She giggled. I smiled weakly and returned to my book. She seemed a little odd... Maybe Violet could tell me what her deal is. "Hey Harley! I see you've met Duncan!" Violet called out a few minutes later. I smiled warmly at my beautiful inventor as she adjusted the bun that her ebony hair was tied into. She wore a tan leotard like usual.

Even though I wanted to support her when she danced, the music and moves weren't entertaining enough. I really did love and support Violet Baudelaire, so I really tried to keep my eyes out of my book. The class eventually ended and Violet went to freshen up before coming to greet me. I assumed that was a better idea, since she would probably complain from being sweaty. "Hey, Duncan!" Harley called with a baby blue towel wrapped around her neck.

"Hello, Harley."
" So I was thinking... You. Me. Coffee shop. Five minutes... How about it? "
"Um I really must decline. Violet and I are leaving pretty soon."
"Please? You can ditch your friend for thirty minutes! I'm sure she won't mind!"
" I'm sure she would. And Violet is-"

"Violet wouldn't mind..." Diane insisted, setting her hand on my thigh without much intent to move it... Off, that is. I frowned at her nails covered in black nail polish. "I'm sorry but I'm not interested in you... I'm dating Violet and I don't have any intent on leaving her."

" I'm flexible... I can share! "
"I'm not something to be shared like some object. I'm Violet's and I'm happy with that. We've been together for twelve blissful years and I'm even thinking about asking her brother for her hand in marriage. If you have a problem, I frankly don't care." I snapped at her.
" No need to be so rude about it, Duncan. " Harley replied, inching her hand up my pant leg.

*Violet's POV*
"That's quite enough, Harley." I growled, stepping out from behind the corner.

"Violet, I swear to God it isn't what it looks like!" Duncan said frantically, leaping from his seat. I smiled warmly and quickly at him before stepping closer to Harley. "You! I've seen you flirt with nearly every man that walks through that door and I feel so stupid thinking that you were smart enough to leave one of them alone. And it's even worse that you deliberately ignored Duncan telling you that not only he isn't interested in you, but he is also already in a relationship! Don't you have any decency, Harley?"

"Nope!" She replied, walking away and walking in a way that made her hips sway... Jokes on her, I thought, She has no ass to go with those already slim hips!

"Violet, I just want you to know that every word I said was true. I would never dream about being separated from you." Duncan said, reaching for my hand.
"I know. Thank you. I love you so much, Duncan Quagmire."
" I love you too, Violet Baudelaire. "
"Now what's this I hear about you asking for my hand in marriage?"

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A/N: Yes... I know this isn't your Gal's Gala sequel I promised, but that will come out soon and I hope y'all enjoyed this anyway, but first... An analogy!

My readers : Gal's Gala sequel :: Esmé : Sugar Bowl

I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter and that analogy!