I sat on my bed, waiting for Emma or Nikole to call. I wanted something to entertain me. My cat, Bluestar was there, but I couldn't talk to her. I looked through my sketchbook. I found a couple of sketches, but oddly, there was a picture of Duncan. Underneath was a note. I pulled the note off:
Hey babe. Bet you've been miserable without me. I bet you're praying to god that I'm not taken. I'm not. I will see you-
It was cut off. I relaxed a little, then decided to go to bed. I put on my pajamas, then went to bed.
I woke next morning in a bundle of warmth. The warmth oddly smelled of wet dogs and- jail cells. I opened my eyes. Someone was hugging me. I then worried. He was wearing a black shirt over a cream colored one. His black shirt had a skeleton on it. Duncan. I pulled away from his grip. He tumbled over and woke up. "Well babe, how ya been?" I relaxed a little when I realized he wasn't under the covers. I made sure I was wearing my pants before I stood up. "Duncan, what are you doing here?" I asked him." He smirked. "I can't see my babe?" I groan. "I'M NOT YOUR BABE ANYMORE!" "You've gotten uptight haven't you?" I ignore him. "I'm going out for a walk." I tell him. "Ok. I'll take your offer." "What offer?" "You wanted me to go on that walk with you." I fumed up. "FINE! You can come."
When we went for the walk, it was 9:00. I walked along the narrow street. Duncan held my hand. I got a little mad, but let it slide. We walked through the park, when, "HEY LOOK! It's the new couple!" The shrill insult came from Heather. I grabbed my pocketknife and walked at a brisk pace. "Why you evil little cockroache!" I held the pocketknife up to her throat. "Babe, let it slide. She's not worth it." I slowly bring the pocketknife down. "Oh yes Dunkie Hunkie!" Heather said. I shot her a glare, then I turned around. I brought out my fist and punched her in the nose. Her little uptight friends grabbed her arms and took her to her mansion. I turned around to look at Duncan and said,"That felt good." He stared in shock for a little while. "Not good, BRILLIANT!"
I smiled. I held Duncan's hand and kept walking.
Hey babe. Bet you've been miserable without me. I bet you're praying to god that I'm not taken. I'm not. I will see you-
It was cut off. I relaxed a little, then decided to go to bed. I put on my pajamas, then went to bed.
I woke next morning in a bundle of warmth. The warmth oddly smelled of wet dogs and- jail cells. I opened my eyes. Someone was hugging me. I then worried. He was wearing a black shirt over a cream colored one. His black shirt had a skeleton on it. Duncan. I pulled away from his grip. He tumbled over and woke up. "Well babe, how ya been?" I relaxed a little when I realized he wasn't under the covers. I made sure I was wearing my pants before I stood up. "Duncan, what are you doing here?" I asked him." He smirked. "I can't see my babe?" I groan. "I'M NOT YOUR BABE ANYMORE!" "You've gotten uptight haven't you?" I ignore him. "I'm going out for a walk." I tell him. "Ok. I'll take your offer." "What offer?" "You wanted me to go on that walk with you." I fumed up. "FINE! You can come."
When we went for the walk, it was 9:00. I walked along the narrow street. Duncan held my hand. I got a little mad, but let it slide. We walked through the park, when, "HEY LOOK! It's the new couple!" The shrill insult came from Heather. I grabbed my pocketknife and walked at a brisk pace. "Why you evil little cockroache!" I held the pocketknife up to her throat. "Babe, let it slide. She's not worth it." I slowly bring the pocketknife down. "Oh yes Dunkie Hunkie!" Heather said. I shot her a glare, then I turned around. I brought out my fist and punched her in the nose. Her little uptight friends grabbed her arms and took her to her mansion. I turned around to look at Duncan and said,"That felt good." He stared in shock for a little while. "Not good, BRILLIANT!"
I smiled. I held Duncan's hand and kept walking.
