I. NEED. WIFI. Seriously, I write all of these chapters on my iPod, then I can't e-mail them to myself and then I have to wait years and asdfghjkl-explodes-
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Duncan POV

Man, I missed this.
Living on Gwen's farm is great. Walking around the wide open land, feeling the lush green grass under my swollen feet, the freshly painted barns underneath the afternoon sun. It reminded me of better times, before my dad and I left. Times of laughter and smiles; family and love. I almost forgot what it was like to be a part of a family...
I scoffed and quickly put those thought behind me. That was the past, and I can't go back. My future isn't all smiles and lovey-dovey shit. My future is the one where the women come easy, the drinks come quick, and you can get anything you want just by asking politely.
A little motivation from a gun doesn't hurt either.
Staying here with Gwen and her family isn't for making friends or helping some pathetic girl overcome her ridiculous fear. It's about hiding from the cops until all the fuss from the last incident blows
over.
What was I supposed to do? My finger slipped! And that guy was coming just a little too close for comfort...
You'd think it would've blown over after two months. Geesh, some people are just too damn sensit—
"Pst!"
The hell?
I looked around swiftly, being there was a couple barns nearby.
I decided it was just my imagination and kept walki—
"Pssst!"
There it was again! My gaze diverted straight to the corner of a barn, where I saw a flash of... orange?
I inched my way forward towards the structure, waiting fo—
"PSSSSSSSST-UH!"
It was that girl! I only saw her for a quick second before she (unneedingly) darted behind the corner of the barn again, but it was defini—
"Would you get over here?"
I complied (cautiously) towards the red-head that prevented me from talking with Gwen during the dance.
She grabbed my arm and pulled me (with a lot of force... ow) behind the corner, where I saw a blonde girl with her, watching me and the red-heads interaction with a bubbly look in her blue eyes.
"You're Travis Barkley, correct?"
I looked back at the red-headed abductor. She was staring, no, glaring at me with a slightly crazy/blood-thirsty gleam in her grassy eyes.
The blonde just giggled at a passing butterfly.
What an odd match.
I nodded quickly in response to the red-heads prior question.
After a few seconds of uncomfortable glaring, she smiled happily.
"Alright! So we wanna talk to you about our friend Gwen." She emphasized "Gwen" while lifting her eyebrows up and down.
I'm not sure I like where this is going...
"Um... I don't even know yo—"
"You don't need to know our names, child!"
"I'm Lindsay!"
"Lindsay!"
"What?"
This was amusing.
"We're supposed to keep our identities a secret!"
"Well, why do we have to do that?"
"I don't know, 'cause we're like... spies or somethin'!"
"Oh, ok!"
Both girls turned back to me.
"Alright Travis, you can just call me... Kaleidoscope."
"OOOOO, Izzy, that's so preeettyyyy!" the blonde girl cooed, while 'Izzy' grew a very displeased look on her small face.
"Can I be Admiral Lindsay?"
"NO! Bad Lindsay!" she said while flicking the blonde's nose. "...Ahaha, anyways, about Gwen..."
Dammit. I thought they forgot about this. "Uh, w-what about her?"
"Ohh, you knoww," she rocked back and forth on her feet, her lips upcurved into a sly grin, "you're living with her, and I take it you're all 'buddy-buddy...'
"...So?"
"Maybe you two are a little... more than buddy-buddy?"
"...uh..."
"Y'know, buddy-buddy with benefits, hmmm?"
I just resorted to staring at her with a blank expression.
Another staring match commenced.
Intense glaring for an extremely awkward eternity, until...
"What do you guys do when you're alone together at night?" the blonde said, a gleam of innocence in her baby blues.
"What? Nothing!"
But my air of indifference and my too quick answer told them differently.
The two girls stared at me, sly grins on their faces. They slowly looked at each other.
Oh shi—
"GWENN, GWENGWENGWENGWEEEN!"
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US YOU WERE GETTIN' LUCKY ALL THIS TIME?"
"No, wait, don't, I, I'm not, we, wait!"
But they were gone in an instant, off to tell Gwen all about the things that she and I were apparently doing with each other. Facing her later today should be quite... interesting...
Sigh.

"So, when again did we kiss passionately under the moonlight? That sounded nice."
"I'm never gonna hear the end of this, am I?"
"Probably not," she said with a smirk.
"I told you, your friends are crazy!"
"Tell me something I don't know."
The day was fading, the stars were appearing, and we were milking Daisy. Obviously, Izzy and Lindsay had found her, and asked her everything. Even I was a little disturbed by what Gwen told me
they said.
After that, it was pretty quiet. You could actually feel the uncomfortable tension in the air.
"...So, uh, they're not gonna, y'know, tell your mom or anything, right?"
"Oh no, no. They know how to keep secrets."
"...You did tell them that we never actually did any of that stuff, right?"
No answer.
"Oh my God."
"What?" she asked innocently.
"Gwen!" I said as I lightly smacked her shoulder.
She chuckled, "Oh c'mon, this is pretty funny!"
"No it's not! They might tell other people! And—"
"Have a little fun! I told you that they can keep a secret!"
"But they made all that nasty stuff up! I don't feel comfortable with them—"
"Fine, if there's any rumors, I'll tell the truth. Honestly, you're such a killjoy;" she laughed and stood up.
"And you're such a jerk!"
"And you're acting like an overly-sensitive girl."
She gave me a wink and left.
She's… definitely different, isn't she? I thought with a smile.

PLOTLINE?
WHAT IS A PLOTLINE?
Seriously though, stuff is going to happen next chapter.
I kid you not. And I'm actually writing on Word this time, so it'll be up sooner.
Hopefully.
Shit's gonna go down next chapter.
Alright, review time for you, homework time for me.
Ew.
Peace~

-Lilly