Biggest Fan: Part 1.
I still couldn't believe it.
I had first met Duncan while; I was working in a small little diner in New York. He had became a regular at the diner and always wanted Myself—Or, princess, as he nicknamed me.— to assist him to his every need.
Of course. Myself, knowing the young Punk's antics; I stood proud and dependant. I wasn't going to let some Teal-eyed, Nothing but trouble, boy get in the way of earning money for college.
Well, as seeing from the past. I was pleased. She was with Duncan. The only man to ever truly love her.. For.. Her.
"Hello—Earth, to princess?" A sudden movement had awakened Me of my sudden take off to FantasyLand.
"Um. Yeah?" I replied. I rubbed my eyes and focused them onto another set of Blue oceans.
"Yes, or no?" My Bad boy, asked. I could hear a tinge of annoyance in his tone.
Duncan had asked me, If I wanted to join him; In LA. For the beginning of his tour. At the diner. His usual booth. His usual smug grin.
"Duncan, You know I can't," I leaned over and placed a Coke on his table. "Im studying for a chance to actually go to Smithdale Drama. Don't you know how important that is?, I could finally be an actress!" I layed the plate of food onto the table and smiled widely.
"Yeah; I guess. But.. What about me? And the band?!" He shouted.
I glared.
He sighed and repeated, Now in a whisper.
"What about me? And the band?"
I sighed and slid into the Booth. I fiddled with ny fingers for a short minute and thought, "Why is he being so selfish? I mean, Im HIS girlfriend. Not the band's."
"Maybe.. Maybe.. We should—" I began to reply when Duncan's eyes seemed so lifeless when I was about to finish My sentence.
My eyes felt wet. I couldn't breakup with him. Not when; Gwen was his manager. Yes, Gwen Scott. The Goth manager of,"The Snitchel Kickers." She was everything a Punk/BadBoy wanted.
No fears, No Emotions. Heck, you could slap "Robot" onto her forehead. But, Hey—She was perfect for Duncan. Besides, they were actually pretty close. Best friends for 4 Years. Duncan and I have been dating for only 2 Months.
"You know, what? Sure."
What am I saying?! I mentally slapped myself and watched "Smithdale" Fry itself away in the kitchen.
"Really?" Duncan grinned.
I nodded.
Ugh, I felt like a puppet being controlled by the devil. My misery was no importance to anyone.
"Yes; really. I'm sure of it. I can register for Smithdale, next year." I forced in enthusiam.
He pulled me into a bear hug and murmured three words I'd never expect him to say. "I love ya, Babe!" Yeah, It wasn't really heartfelt. It was more of a Thank you or Awesome. But, Do you know how hard it is for a Punk to actually spit those words out? Very. But, It worked for me.
"No, problem." I muttered.
"Here, I come L.A." I greeted inside myself. Which was oozing with thought and Ignorance.
I still couldn't believe it.
I had first met Duncan while; I was working in a small little diner in New York. He had became a regular at the diner and always wanted Myself—Or, princess, as he nicknamed me.— to assist him to his every need.
Of course. Myself, knowing the young Punk's antics; I stood proud and dependant. I wasn't going to let some Teal-eyed, Nothing but trouble, boy get in the way of earning money for college.
Well, as seeing from the past. I was pleased. She was with Duncan. The only man to ever truly love her.. For.. Her.
"Hello—Earth, to princess?" A sudden movement had awakened Me of my sudden take off to FantasyLand.
"Um. Yeah?" I replied. I rubbed my eyes and focused them onto another set of Blue oceans.
"Yes, or no?" My Bad boy, asked. I could hear a tinge of annoyance in his tone.
Duncan had asked me, If I wanted to join him; In LA. For the beginning of his tour. At the diner. His usual booth. His usual smug grin.
"Duncan, You know I can't," I leaned over and placed a Coke on his table. "Im studying for a chance to actually go to Smithdale Drama. Don't you know how important that is?, I could finally be an actress!" I layed the plate of food onto the table and smiled widely.
"Yeah; I guess. But.. What about me? And the band?!" He shouted.
I glared.
He sighed and repeated, Now in a whisper.
"What about me? And the band?"
I sighed and slid into the Booth. I fiddled with ny fingers for a short minute and thought, "Why is he being so selfish? I mean, Im HIS girlfriend. Not the band's."
"Maybe.. Maybe.. We should—" I began to reply when Duncan's eyes seemed so lifeless when I was about to finish My sentence.
My eyes felt wet. I couldn't breakup with him. Not when; Gwen was his manager. Yes, Gwen Scott. The Goth manager of,"The Snitchel Kickers." She was everything a Punk/BadBoy wanted.
No fears, No Emotions. Heck, you could slap "Robot" onto her forehead. But, Hey—She was perfect for Duncan. Besides, they were actually pretty close. Best friends for 4 Years. Duncan and I have been dating for only 2 Months.
"You know, what? Sure."
What am I saying?! I mentally slapped myself and watched "Smithdale" Fry itself away in the kitchen.
"Really?" Duncan grinned.
I nodded.
Ugh, I felt like a puppet being controlled by the devil. My misery was no importance to anyone.
"Yes; really. I'm sure of it. I can register for Smithdale, next year." I forced in enthusiam.
He pulled me into a bear hug and murmured three words I'd never expect him to say. "I love ya, Babe!" Yeah, It wasn't really heartfelt. It was more of a Thank you or Awesome. But, Do you know how hard it is for a Punk to actually spit those words out? Very. But, It worked for me.
"No, problem." I muttered.
"Here, I come L.A." I greeted inside myself. Which was oozing with thought and Ignorance.