My Diggy Diggy One Shots

Long Distance

*I apologise for all the short fics, I've been having trouble writing as of late. I get a bunch of ideas for other fics and then I want to write that instead of what was reqested and. . .I don't know. It will be the new year in a few hours so have a great New Year!

Xephmadia

My phone buzzes and I smile, grabbing it off the table. “What are you grinning about?”

I look over at Simon. “Hannah messaged me.”

“You’ve never seen her face, how do you know she isn’t some thirteen year old boy who is really bored?”

“Just because it happened to you-” Duncan interjects.

“I’ve never been in a long distance relationship,” Simon says, throwing his hands up.

“He’s never been in any relationship period,” I laugh, earning a slap from Simon.

“Yes I have-”

“Prostitutes don’t count.” Simon goes red in the face, shooting knives at Duncan. He gets up and leaves the room, Duncan and  I laughing at his back.

“Simon, come back. We both know Duncan is the one who has never had a girlfriend,” I laugh at the look Duncan is giving me.

My phone buzzes again, reminding me to reply to Hannah. Hey, just hanging out with friends. You?

Trying to talk my friend into coming to Bristol with me :)

I get up and walk into the kitchen, grabbing a box of Jaffas. Tell her I have two single friends that would like to meet her.

Knocking on Simon’s door, I shake the box. “Simon, come out. I have Jaffa Cakes for you.”

“Put them on the floor and walk away,” Comes a muffled reply.

I comply, setting them down and walking away. “I left them by the door, come out when you’re ready.”

I go sit back down on the couch, Duncan focused on the tv. My phone buzzes again. She says you have a compelling argument, she wants pictures though.

I smile, holding my phone up. “Hey, Duncan,” He turns and I snap a picture.

“What? Did you just take a picture of me?” I look down and deem it nice enough to send.

“Of course not,” He shrugs, turning back to the tv. I get up to see if I can talk Simon into coming out when my phone buzzes again.

I think we’ve convinced her. I grin, stretching out on the couch.

Good, I reply. I can’t wait to see your beautiful face.

~~.'~..

I walk through the airport, Kim bouncing next to me. “Are you nervous? I am. What if he isn’t who he says he is? You don’t know anything about this guy.” This is how most of the plane ride was, Kim changing between an optimist and pessimist.

“I don’t know, Kim.” Our bags come and we grab them, heading for where Lewis says he is waiting for us.

“I bet he’s actually really cute. Cute guys almost always have cute friends.” I say nothing, knowing anything I say will just go in one ear and out the other. “Where did you say he was?”

I look down at my phone, sending a text to Lewis telling him our location and asking for his. “He’s at Gate E, how do we get there?”

We stop and ask a security guard, being pointed in the right direction. I look at all the people hanging around Gate E, trying to find

the guy Lewis sent me a picture of only a few short weeks ago.

Pointing out a guy who looks a lot like the guy in the picture, we decide to walk over to him.

A guy with short dark hair and bright blue eyes in a maroon jacket is standing next to the guy with a mop of blonde hair and a purple shirt.

“Are you Lewis,” I ask, smiling politely.

He smiles, his eyes lighting up and I don’t wait for him to confirm, our arms going around each other.

“Aww! That’s so cute,” I back up and smile, both of us blushing.

“Uh, this is my friend Kim. She can be a bit energetic at times, so I apologize for her in advance.”

“Simon can be like that too. This is Duncan, by the way,” He gestures to the guy standing next to him, who smiles at Kim.

“Hello," He waves.

“Simon’s probably waiting for us to return, should we go?” I nod and we walk out, Kim talking Duncan’s ear off behind us.

“So,” I say, intertwining my hand with Lewis’. “How long is it going to take for Duncan to kiss her?”