Could we be more? (chapter1)
So I’ve been Чтение GwenxDuncan fanfiction lately, and I decided to write one of my own! Basically, they’re 17, they’re in high school, and Total Drama never happened. I’m really excited about this, so I hope Ты guys that are Чтение this enjoy it. I’ll probably continue, but not if I don’t get at least one review (so if Ты like it, please write me a few nice words).

~~~Gwen’s::P.O.V.~~~

I awoke to a very annoying beep. I groaned groggily, still half asleep, and banged on my alarm clock until the beeping ceased. I literally rolled out of постель, кровати and fell face first onto the floor with a thud. Then I remembered: it was Monday; I had to go to school. I let out another exhausted groan, and got off my floor.
I walked to my closet, and put on a black t-shirt that сказал(-а) Beautiful Letdown, some black skinny jeans, and my Избранное pair of midnight blue sneakers. I put on my makeup, expertly applying my чирок lipstick. Then I brushed my short, black-and-teal-streaked hair. I stepped out of my bathroom, and glanced at the clock. My eyes widened with alarm seeing the time, and I quickly grabbed my bookbag, ran downstairs, and rushed out the front door.
When I got to my bus stop, he was already there waiting for me. My best friend, that is. “Mornin’ Sunshine,” Duncan said, greeting me by my nickname.
“Hey, Juvie,” I replied with a smile. The bus came, and opened its doors to us. We stepped o, and headed for our usual seats in the back.
I heard a voice from the row adead of us say, “Hey, Dudes! Wassup?” I turned my head to see Geoff sitting Далее to Bridgette. They were two of my best Друзья in the world. Geoff was your typical party boy, and Bridgette was a totally laid-back surfer chick. We all spent the whole bus ride talking about our weekends.
When we finally got to school, we all went our separate ways. I had every class with Duncan except history and art (which I was so grateful for), so I walked with him to homeroom. Our teacher for homeroom was cool. She let us talk to each other или whatever the whole time. So, in an effort to avoid my oncoming boredom, I decided to poke Duncan in the stomach.
He just looked at me like, “Really?” I shrugged my shoulders and looked away, trying to think of a way to pass the time. But then Duncan poked me back. I looked at him. He was grinning evilly. I grinned back; the poke war was ON!
We poked each other in the arm, face, and stomach while everyone else just looked at us like we were morons. But that was just our relationship. Duncan may have been a moron, but he was my moron, and vice versa.
I first met Duncan in секунда grade. Back then he didn’t have a Mohawk. Come to think of it, he didn’t have the spike воротник или piercings either (man, that was a long time ago). Anyway, it was my first день at school. My mom tried to homeschool me in first grade, but I’ll spare Ты the gory details of how that worked out. I was really scared of going to school because I hadn’t had much interaction with kids my age up until this point. I wasn’t too sure about the whole “making friends” thing.
When I entered my classroom, the only person I saw was a boy my age with black hair and чирок eyes playing with a train set. I walked over to him. “Whatcha doing?” I asked, hands behind my back.
“Trying to get the Шоколад chip печенье to the birthday party before the Вампиры eat them all,” he answered very seriously.
“Can I help?” I asked sweetly, cocking my head to the side.
“Sure,” he сказал(-а) excitedly. “You can be this piece.” He handed me a little piece to some board game in the shape of the sun. “Now, hold off the vampires.”
“Ok,” I agreed. “My name’s Gwen, by the way.”
“I’m Duncan,” he replied. “Hey you’re pretty good with that sun piece. Hmm…I think I’ll call Ты Sunshine.”
After that день we were pretty much inseparable. Well, except for when he got sent to juvie, earning him his own nickname. In third grade, we tried to run away together, but only got as far as the McDonald’s about a block from my house. In fourth grade we got the chicken pox together. In seventh grade he dyed my hair to give me чирок streaks, and I dyed his to give him a green mohawk. Ты get it.
I was sucked back into reality when the колокол, колокольчик, белл rang, signaling us to go to our Далее class. “You okay, Sunshine?” Duncan asked me. “You zoned out there for awhile.”
“What? Oh! Yeah, I’m fine. Just Остаться в живых in thought,” I assured him. He slung his arm over my shoulder and we walked together to our algebra 2 class.

~~~Duncan’s:::P.O.V.~~~

I was in math class, but I wasn’t paying attention (big shocker there, right?). Instead, I was watching Gwen take notes. Gwen’s my best friend, and has been as long as I can remember. And that’s all she sees us as: best friends. But, secretly, I’ve wanted to be еще since seventh grade when I dyed her hair teal. There’s just something about her that gets me going.
Stop thinking about her, I told myself. She doesn’t think of Ты that way. Besides, Ты have Courtney. I sighed inwardly. Courtney was my girlfriend, unfortunately. She was bossy, uptight, mean, a suck-up, and down-right annoying. The only reason I asked her out in the first place was so that I could get over my feelings for Gwen. I looked over at my best friend again: she was hunched over her notes a bit, kicking her legs absentmindedly the way she always did when she was really concentrating. Gosh, she was so cute. Ugh, snap out of it!

Will Duncan ever admit his feelings for Gwen? Does Gwen really only see them as best friends? Why am I asking Ты all this? Some of these Вопросы might be answered in the Далее chapter of “Could we be more?” which I’m currently still writing. In the meantime, thanks for reading, and please review. This is my first fanfiction ever, so please be kind. Tell me what Ты think of the story, what I can do to improve it, and if I should continue, and Ты might just get a slice of pie. *Shows pie* Thanks in advance!