A/N: WHATS UP?! Yah, so I guess you guys found out my dirty little secret. I was starting a new story. Yup. I am now writing two stories and I'll probably update both stories again over the break. So this story is about Gwen and her Friends (duh) but mainly it's a friendship/romance/love triangle kinda thing. Oh, and TDI/TDA never happened. Yup. There's DxC (bleh) and TxG and DxG. IT'S THE BEST OF ALL WORLDS! :D

****UGH! Okay, listen people. I don't own any of these characters except for the ones I made up. XD I don't know how to explain it anyway else…. Soo uhhh. DON'T SUE ME! Hahaha.

Please Enjoy…

Gwen's P.O.V:

My few friends. Truly I hardly have any friends at all but, the ones that I do have, are the best a weird, loner, goth girl could ever ask for. We had our own clique, freaks. No one else at school really talked to us, just a choice few. Most people at Jefferson High School, my school, hate us. Why? I don't know...something about us being sarcastic introverted jerks??? Hahaha. Go figure. Personally, I could care less what they say about me because I could say worse about them. I'm not really into school spirit, incase you haven't noticed, so I'm not really involved in school activities. The only thing that keeps me awake in school is Art Class. Favorite teacher, not so many sluts in that class, and my best friend is there with me. What more could I ask for??? Well if it weren't for my friends, I would completely hate school with so much passion.

First I'll tell you about Hope, my only girl friend. I haven't known her for that long but I feel like I've known her my whole life. We met in 5th grade, when Heather Mayflower, bitch of the century, was freaking out because there was a bug on her arm. While all the other girls were screaming and backing away slowly, Hope and I helped get the bug off of her so she'd shut the fuck up. Once Heather was free from that so called 'monster' she made a bee line for the bathroom so fast that I could have sworn her butt was on fire, or something. When Heather was out of sight, Hope and I shared a huge laugh at Heather's stupidity and we have been friends ever since. Since I've known her, she has told me a couple of things you would never have guessed from a first glance. For example, Hope is a total tom boy with a sensitive side. Her sister is crazy. Naturally, she is blonde but she dyed her hair a dark brown because she was scared of being called a 'dumb blonde.' She had the most gorgeous color eyes; it was the same color blue as the ocean. Just to be clear, she's not goth, not punk, not emo, but her clothes are dark colored, but not all black, just dark.

Next, there was Dylan. He's extremely popular mainly due to the fact that he's 'hot.' He has brown hair, brown eyes, and isn't that tall. Now do you see why so many girls like him?? He is the go to friend. If you needed a pencil, go to Dylan. If you needed a fake Doctor's Note, Dylan. If you needed a chainsaw to kill the whole human race, Dylan's your guy. What? Like you haven't had that thought before. I met him in 4th grade; however, he wasn't my friend until 7th grade. In addition to being our go to friend, he's also the ladies man. He's been going out with girls since I can remember. Too bad they're all sluts. His longest girlfriend I can remember was 1 week. What a Casanova. I became his friend when Hope and I were walking around the school when his ex, whose name escapes me at the moment, broke up with him and then rudely pushed him into a water puddle. Oh, did I mention it was raining? Well, it was... and hard too. We, Hope and me, helped him up and became friends ever since. Strange story, huh? Don't get me wrong, he's still popular but he's also my friend. I just think that in one point in his childhood he was dropped on his head.

Next, Mason. Okay, he's the death metal, creepy, we're all gonna die from global warming, kind of person. Tall, dark hair, mysterious, lanky, you know the type. His main obsession is Korn. The band, not the vegetable. Sometimes, he scares the shit outta me but the rest of the time he's the guy that will back you up for anything. I didn't meet him first; Hope did when they were ten. Him and Hope live on the same street, just a couple houses down from each other. From what she has told me, they met when their street had a Christmas block party. Being Hope, she went to the park on her street to escape the crazy Christmas carolers and saw a dark, mysterious boy listening to his iPod by the swing set. She walked up to him and asked, "Whatcha listening to?" He looked up slowly to stare at the blonde (yeah, she was blonde back then) medium-height girl dressed in a dark purple dress with fishnet stockings and black converse with paint splatter. "Nice Dress." he joked, laughing. She was taken back but still she knew how to counter that insult. "Nice Face." she responded, crossing her arms. His face was apparently priceless, mouth wide open, eyes bugging out of his head. I guess no one ever stood up to him before her. "So, are you just gonna stare at me with your jaw to the ground or are you gonna give me a headphone so I can listen to music with you?" Hope asked, raising an eyebrow. He sighed, but smiled. "Fine. Here. It's Korn. I'm not sure if you like them but-" "Are you kidding? They rock!" She replied sitting down next to him with an earphone in her ear. He likes to be alone, that is, unless he wants you to join him and he'll let you know if that's the case. He didn't go to our Elementary School but he joined us when he came to school in Middle School, 6th Grade to be exact. Before that, he was home schooled. Why? Cuz he would scare the shit out of the other kids that's why! He doesn't talk to anyone, ANYONE, except us. Never has, never will.

Lastly, there's my best friend in the entire world. No one could ever replace him, EVER! His name is Duncan. We know each other so well and always have each others backs. He's the one that I can never stay mad at. The one that always brightens my day. Everyone says we 'belong together,' which pisses me off. What? Two people of the opposite sex can't be friends without liking each other??? Even my mom thinks I like him, yet again, she's a little nuts. When his parents first moved in two houses down from me 9 years ago, my mom brought them a fruit basket. She does that a lot. She's the kind of involved mother all children dread to have. Obviously, I didn't join in on the 'fun.' I hate that 'let's be best friends cuz we are neighbors' thing. It's stupid and pointless. Anyways, he's about my height, so not that tall, green mohawk, teal eyes, and his trademark red converse. Sure I tease him a lot, but he's like a brother to me...the brother I wanted. My little brother wasn't that bad but still sometimes he gets on my nerves. I can remember the exact day I met Duncan, it was one of the worst days of my life.

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It was a hot, steamy summer day. I was 5 years old and my brother was 3. I woke up that dismal morning to my parents screaming at each other in a way that I have never heard before. It sounded like vile screaming at one another. I sat up in bed and looked at the clock. 7:00am? Ugh, it's too early for this! Just then, my door creaked open slightly to reveal my little brother walking in with his blanket and teddy bear in hand. "Why are Mommy and Daddy shouting at each other???" my little brother, Todd, asked in the softest, sweetest voice ever. I got out of bed and pulled him into a tight hug. "I don't know. Let's go find out. Follow me and be very quiet, okay?" I instructed, he nodded and followed me silently as we went down the stairs and sat on the step so they couldn't see us but we could see them perfectly. Todd sat on my lap as we listened in on our parent's quarrel. "WHERE WERE YOU?!?!?!" my dad screamed toward my mother. "I told you! I was at work!" my mother yelled back. He lifted his hand in the air and slapped her across the face, leaving a red mark in the shape of his hand on her cheek. Todd turned his head away so he would not have to watch, I wanted to do the same but I could not turn away... I wouldn't let myself. Besides, one of us had to see what was happening. I looked back at my mother who now had tears in her twinkling, hazel eyes and was staring at her husband in despair. "HOW DARE YOU LIE TO ME!!! I ASKED YOU A FUCKING QUESTION, NOW ANSWER IT!!!" he said raising his voice even more. "I'm not lying to you, I swear! I had a huge deadline and I had to stay there until 2am!! I swear! Even call my boss!!!" she pleaded while shielding her face from another strike. Didn't matter what she did, he kept hitting her and wouldn't stop. I wanted to scream STOP but I was too scared to do anything. My mind was blown away; it was too much for me. My brain just stopped working. Suddenly something went off in his diminutive head and Todd screamed at the top of his poor, little lungs, "STOP IT! JUST STOP IT I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!!!!" he sprinted off yelling, tears running down his cheek, to his room without looking back. My dad and my mom then saw me. My heart stopped. I'm next aren't I? Tears wound up in my eyes. No! I had to stand up for myself, my mother, and my brother. I looked toward my dad only to see the evil in his eyes and murmured, "I hope you're happy. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY!!! You just made your innocent 3 year old son cry his heart out." My dad looked at me with such hatred then stormed out the door. I stood up and walked calmly to my room not speaking at all. I wasn't even sure if I was breathing. I slammed the door shut and flopped on my bed, stomach first, pounding on my bed with my fists. That was the day my father walked out on us. I cried my heart out for the rest of the day.

One hour later, my mom knocked on my door, however, I didn't open the door, I just couldn't bring myself to get up from my messy yet comfortable bed. "Listen Sweetie, I am gonna take your brother out for ice cream to, you know, cheer him up a bit. I'll be back in a few, okay?" "Fine, whatever." I responded. WTF? She thinks ice cream can mend a broken heart??? I was gonna bring that up with her but I just wanted her to leave me alone, I wasn't in the mood. I heard the car pull out of the driveway and my heart sank even further into my stomach.

Not 5 minutes later, the doorbell rang and I, since I was the only one home, I answered the door. "What do you want?" I said without even seeing who was at our door. "Well, someone's not in a good mood." a boy, about my age, with a skull on his shirt, jeans, and converse, smirked while holding a present. "Clearly... So what do you want?" I asked rudely. I wasn't really a people person. "Here, it's from my parents. Something about being good neighbors. I'll just leave; I didn't know I was being a nuisanse." He hung his head and walked off toward his house. I felt bad for being a jerk to this kid who wasn't even doing anything to me, so I guess that day was my weak point. I looked down at the gift, it was a fruit basket with a blue ribbon on it. I knew what I had to do, and I hated it. I gently placed the basket on the nearest counter, exited the house, and locked the door behind me. "Hey! Hey, come back!" I yelled running after the strange boy. He turned his head around slowly but his face lit up a bit when he saw it was me. "Yeah?" he asked. I bit my lip just a little. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so mean. It's just-I'm not having a good day. Can we, uhhh, start over?" I asked in my sweetest voice with a smile on my face. A smile grew on his face too. "Sure. Why not. Oh, the name's Duncan, by the way." I guess he was happy. "My name is Gwen." I was happy too. Just because someone actually cared enough to talk to me. "Cool name." I think I might have blushed a bit, but again, I'm not so sure. I can hardly ever tell if I blush. "Thanks, uhhh, you too." Actually I like that name, Duncan. It's pretty cool. "Thanks. So you wanna go to the park with me??" He asked offering to share a couple of laughs with me. My day just got a whole lot better. "I would love too." And there it ends. After that, we never stopped hanging out. We bring out sides of each other that we never knew we had. He's not the most sensitive guy ever but hey, what more can I ask for?

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