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Title: Girl Come Undone
Author: Lexie (suivreletoile)
Pairing/Character: Duncan/Veronica
Word Count: 1250
Rating: PG-13 for a mild sexual situation.
Summary: Set mostly pre-season one.
Spoilers: All of season one, just to be safe. But really, nothing further than 1x02.
Warnings: Like I said, nothing past 1x02.
Author's Note: Thank you to fickledame for being my beta, despite her not being particularly fond of Duncan. The lyrics (and the title) are from "A Sorta Fairytale" by Tori Amos.
[on my way up north up on the ventura i put back the hood and i was talking to you and i knew then it would be a life long thing]
You can’t help but fidget in the awkward silence. Lilly’s gone back into the 7-11 to get a magazine, and you’re sitting on the hood of her car with her brother, Duncan. You focus on your slushy, pretend to be entranced with the blueberry flavour, so that you can avoid his gaze.
“So, Veronica...” He’s stronger than you, so his voice doesn’t tremble as much as yours would have had you been the first to speak.
“Yeah?” You turn and smile nervously at him.
His smile is warm and familiar. Like the brother of your best friend whom you’ve known since you were a kid. “You planning on going to the dance?”
You look back down at your ice cream, but you can still feel his eyes on you. “Uh, no. I don’t think so.”
“Hm, why not?”
Before you have a chance to answer, Lilly comes flouncing out of the store with a devilish grin on her face. “All right, guys. L.A. awaits!”
You go to look up at Duncan again, but the sun is hitting your face, and there’s a warm sense of comfort you’ve never known before.
[like a good book i can’t put this day back a sorta fairytale with you]
“So, how was Los Angeles?” Your mom appears in the doorway and peers at you lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling. It’s almost noon, but you haven’t bothered to get up.
“Mmm,” you mumble. “We got back really late. Lilly kept on insisting on pulling over for different reasons.”
Your phone rings and you groggily reach over to pick it up. Your mom just smiles and turns to walk away.
You watch your mom’s long blonde hair disappear down the hallway and for a split second, you wonder if you look like her. “Hello?”
That thought disappears when you hear the voice on the other end. “Hi, Veronica?”
“Duncan?” You try to suppress a grin, but you’re not sure why. He can’t see you.
He asks you to the dance, and you can tell he’s practised everything he wanted to say, and wonder if he even has it all written out in front of him.
You try not to sound too eager when you say yes, but you have no idea what you sound like because all you can hear is his voice.
[you could taste heaven perfectly]
Your second date is a movie and frozen yogurt. There’s no decorated school gym full of teenagers and there are no best friends to pester you.
You’re barely paying attention to the movie, but you try to keep your eyes on the screen. Occasionally you’ll notice his eyes on you and sometimes you’ll turn to look back at him, trying to suppress a grin. He intertwines his fingers with yours and you shiver when his thumb lightly traces the inside of your palm.
He takes you to the beach and you sit in the sand eating your frozen strawberry yogurt and discussing the first time you met.
“No, no. It must have been in sixth grade, drama club,” Duncan insists, as you push your shoes aside and dig your toes in the sand.
“Duncan, don’t you remember? Fourth grade. Your project was right beside mine at the science fair. My baking soda got all over your pants.” You giggle at the image.
He finishes the last bit of his raspberry yogurt. “Maybe it was Lilly who introduced us.”
“Or maybe it was you who introduced me and Lilly,” you counter. Really, you have no idea.
You agree to disagree, and he leans in to kiss you. He tastes of raspberry flavour, and you wonder how you never knew how perfectly strawberry and raspberry taste together before.
[feel out the summer breeze didn’t know when we’d be back]
There’s only a week until summer vacation starts and you’ve been with him for almost three months now.
He finds you sitting in front of the school as he leaves soccer practice.
He looks at his watch, “Hey. What are you still doing here?” He knows you haven’t been sitting here waiting for him.
“My mom was supposed to pick me up. I had a doctor’s appointment. Guess she must have forgotten.” Forgetfulness isn’t really your mom’s problem, and you both know it. Lilly knows it, Logan knows it; you all know it. So there’s no point in saying it.
He tries not to look at you with sympathy because he knows you hate that. He puts his hand on your lower back. “Come sit in the shade. My dad’s coming to pick me up. He can drop you off.” His dad is always awkward around you ever since you started dating Duncan, so you wonder if he’ll be ok with that.
He hands you his water bottle as you got to sit under a tree; he’s subtle with his gestures. “So are you still going to Arkansas when school ends?”
You nod. “Only for a couple of weeks.”
He’s playing with blades of grass, and you notice for the first time that his eyes turn a light shade of green whenever he looks at something green. You feel like you’ve known him forever and yet at the same time you feel there’s so much more you want to know.
“Well then, we’ll have to celebrate our three month anniversary when you get back,” he grins.
“I guess we will.”
His dad arrives and you both climb into the back seat. He tells you about soccer and asks you about going to Arkansas, and the smell of gasoline in the summer heat will always remind you of the time you thought three months was your whole life.
[i tried to downplay it with a bet about us you said that you’d take it as long as i could]
You start sophomore year in four days and you fear you may be falling too fast.
You wrap your leg around him and pull his body in closer to you. He kisses your neck and down your chest as he unbuttons your shirt. His fingers graze your breast and you shiver.
Your body is pressed into his mattress and you push your head back further into the pillow. You’re the only ones in the house.
He’s whispering how much he loves you as he continues to kiss your chest and you absorb the words into your skin.
You eventually stop before it can go much further. You’re dangerously in love with him and you’ve always been the one to play it safe.
He walks you home and admits he wants you to be his first and that he’ll wait for you. You try to downplay the nervous feeling in your stomach and avoid telling him you assumed he’d eventually be yours.
[and i was ridin’ by riding along till you lost me in the rearview]
It’s been about a year since he left you standing alone by your locker without giving you a reason as to why it was over.
You’re supposed to be taking pictures in Gold Coast, and your car has yet another flat tire.
Troubled Times is playing on the radio as you ride down the PCH in his passenger seat. It’s the middle of a California fall but you can’t escape the smell of gasoline in the summer heat.
Author: Lexie (suivreletoile)
Pairing/Character: Duncan/Veronica
Word Count: 1250
Rating: PG-13 for a mild sexual situation.
Summary: Set mostly pre-season one.
Spoilers: All of season one, just to be safe. But really, nothing further than 1x02.
Warnings: Like I said, nothing past 1x02.
Author's Note: Thank you to fickledame for being my beta, despite her not being particularly fond of Duncan. The lyrics (and the title) are from "A Sorta Fairytale" by Tori Amos.
[on my way up north up on the ventura i put back the hood and i was talking to you and i knew then it would be a life long thing]
You can’t help but fidget in the awkward silence. Lilly’s gone back into the 7-11 to get a magazine, and you’re sitting on the hood of her car with her brother, Duncan. You focus on your slushy, pretend to be entranced with the blueberry flavour, so that you can avoid his gaze.
“So, Veronica...” He’s stronger than you, so his voice doesn’t tremble as much as yours would have had you been the first to speak.
“Yeah?” You turn and smile nervously at him.
His smile is warm and familiar. Like the brother of your best friend whom you’ve known since you were a kid. “You planning on going to the dance?”
You look back down at your ice cream, but you can still feel his eyes on you. “Uh, no. I don’t think so.”
“Hm, why not?”
Before you have a chance to answer, Lilly comes flouncing out of the store with a devilish grin on her face. “All right, guys. L.A. awaits!”
You go to look up at Duncan again, but the sun is hitting your face, and there’s a warm sense of comfort you’ve never known before.
[like a good book i can’t put this day back a sorta fairytale with you]
“So, how was Los Angeles?” Your mom appears in the doorway and peers at you lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling. It’s almost noon, but you haven’t bothered to get up.
“Mmm,” you mumble. “We got back really late. Lilly kept on insisting on pulling over for different reasons.”
Your phone rings and you groggily reach over to pick it up. Your mom just smiles and turns to walk away.
You watch your mom’s long blonde hair disappear down the hallway and for a split second, you wonder if you look like her. “Hello?”
That thought disappears when you hear the voice on the other end. “Hi, Veronica?”
“Duncan?” You try to suppress a grin, but you’re not sure why. He can’t see you.
He asks you to the dance, and you can tell he’s practised everything he wanted to say, and wonder if he even has it all written out in front of him.
You try not to sound too eager when you say yes, but you have no idea what you sound like because all you can hear is his voice.
[you could taste heaven perfectly]
Your second date is a movie and frozen yogurt. There’s no decorated school gym full of teenagers and there are no best friends to pester you.
You’re barely paying attention to the movie, but you try to keep your eyes on the screen. Occasionally you’ll notice his eyes on you and sometimes you’ll turn to look back at him, trying to suppress a grin. He intertwines his fingers with yours and you shiver when his thumb lightly traces the inside of your palm.
He takes you to the beach and you sit in the sand eating your frozen strawberry yogurt and discussing the first time you met.
“No, no. It must have been in sixth grade, drama club,” Duncan insists, as you push your shoes aside and dig your toes in the sand.
“Duncan, don’t you remember? Fourth grade. Your project was right beside mine at the science fair. My baking soda got all over your pants.” You giggle at the image.
He finishes the last bit of his raspberry yogurt. “Maybe it was Lilly who introduced us.”
“Or maybe it was you who introduced me and Lilly,” you counter. Really, you have no idea.
You agree to disagree, and he leans in to kiss you. He tastes of raspberry flavour, and you wonder how you never knew how perfectly strawberry and raspberry taste together before.
[feel out the summer breeze didn’t know when we’d be back]
There’s only a week until summer vacation starts and you’ve been with him for almost three months now.
He finds you sitting in front of the school as he leaves soccer practice.
He looks at his watch, “Hey. What are you still doing here?” He knows you haven’t been sitting here waiting for him.
“My mom was supposed to pick me up. I had a doctor’s appointment. Guess she must have forgotten.” Forgetfulness isn’t really your mom’s problem, and you both know it. Lilly knows it, Logan knows it; you all know it. So there’s no point in saying it.
He tries not to look at you with sympathy because he knows you hate that. He puts his hand on your lower back. “Come sit in the shade. My dad’s coming to pick me up. He can drop you off.” His dad is always awkward around you ever since you started dating Duncan, so you wonder if he’ll be ok with that.
He hands you his water bottle as you got to sit under a tree; he’s subtle with his gestures. “So are you still going to Arkansas when school ends?”
You nod. “Only for a couple of weeks.”
He’s playing with blades of grass, and you notice for the first time that his eyes turn a light shade of green whenever he looks at something green. You feel like you’ve known him forever and yet at the same time you feel there’s so much more you want to know.
“Well then, we’ll have to celebrate our three month anniversary when you get back,” he grins.
“I guess we will.”
His dad arrives and you both climb into the back seat. He tells you about soccer and asks you about going to Arkansas, and the smell of gasoline in the summer heat will always remind you of the time you thought three months was your whole life.
[i tried to downplay it with a bet about us you said that you’d take it as long as i could]
You start sophomore year in four days and you fear you may be falling too fast.
You wrap your leg around him and pull his body in closer to you. He kisses your neck and down your chest as he unbuttons your shirt. His fingers graze your breast and you shiver.
Your body is pressed into his mattress and you push your head back further into the pillow. You’re the only ones in the house.
He’s whispering how much he loves you as he continues to kiss your chest and you absorb the words into your skin.
You eventually stop before it can go much further. You’re dangerously in love with him and you’ve always been the one to play it safe.
He walks you home and admits he wants you to be his first and that he’ll wait for you. You try to downplay the nervous feeling in your stomach and avoid telling him you assumed he’d eventually be yours.
[and i was ridin’ by riding along till you lost me in the rearview]
It’s been about a year since he left you standing alone by your locker without giving you a reason as to why it was over.
You’re supposed to be taking pictures in Gold Coast, and your car has yet another flat tire.
Troubled Times is playing on the radio as you ride down the PCH in his passenger seat. It’s the middle of a California fall but you can’t escape the smell of gasoline in the summer heat.