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lyrics: You make me happy, whether you know it or not
We should be happy, that's what I said from the start
I am so happy
Knowin' you are the one that I want for the rest of my days
For the rest of my days, yo all of my days
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Jan 19 2018, 04:14 PM
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Sitting alone at the bar Duncan was far past the point where he could go back from what he did. Part of him knew that he should have handled the situation better and now that he downed another drink signaling for a refill he shook his head knowing he screwed up. Duncan was feeling hurt right now, he didn’t understand how two months of radio silence could really end with being told he was going to be a father. It was just a one time thing, and Lizzie had made it pretty clear to him that that was all that she had wanted it to be given that he hadn’t heard from her since. He rubbed his hands over his face feeling like his entire brain was going to explode at any moment if he had to continue to think about what was going on inside his life. <br><BR>
Duncan probably could have handled his situation with Lizzie better. He didn’t have to imply that the child wasn’t his. He didn’t have to laugh when she told him like this was some sort of joke that was being played on him, and he certainly didn’t have to storm out like he did, but he didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t know how to come back into someone’s life after two months and just accept to father their child, he didn’t know what she’d been up to since their last meeting. The bottom line of it all was Duncan was feeling hurt, his mind immediately jumped to the fact that somebody else had slept with Lizzie and he didn’t like it. The alcohol was just making him wallow further and he wanted to make it all stop, turn back the clock and just pretend that he had ignored Lizzie’s messages to come talk today. Duncan didn’t often spiral, but when he did there was really only one thing that he could do, one person that he could reach out to. When he reached out he kept it short and simple in a text to Lucy, I fucked up. Really, fucked up.


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Duncan hadn’t really seen Lizzie in the last few months since the night she spent at his house accidentally. It wasn’t for lack of trying on Duncan’s part either. Just when he thought he was making strides in the right direction with her it all but completely stopped and back peddled drastically. Duncan had even gone so far as to texting her with compliments on the take out that he just got from reveours despite the fact that she wouldn’t come out and see him when he was picking it up. That seemed to be the past two months behind them now as Duncan read the text from her inviting him to her place over and over again to make sure he wasn’t reading into anything but there was a part of him that was excited to see that. Duncan was excited to see Lizzie, in the heat of everything and the downfall Duncan was realizing he was missing the most innocent parts of their relationship, the conversations, they didn’t always lead to fights, her smile and her fierce need to always be right. There was something about being around Lizzie that certainly put him on his toes and made him want to be the best he could around her, she brought the best in him out, even if it was simply just to annoy her and watch her get frustrated.<Br><Br>
Taking the steps to her apartment two at a time he quickly straightened his shirt and ruffled his hair so it feel just perfectly to look like it was a mess, but done with purpose, and knocked on her door three times quickly to alert her that he was there. Waiting impatiently to be let in he waited for the door to be open, he didn’t care all that much if it was Lizzie or Amber who answered he did know them both and he just walked in without much of an invitation after the door opened. <b>”You know I knew you’d be calling eventually. Honestly two months though, hey grouchy, what gives,”</b> Duncan said patting the cats head lightly as he walked past. It had been rumored that the cat lived up to his name, grouchy, but Duncan had never had a problem with him since the first time he’d met Lizzie’s cat so he wasn’t entirely sure that Lizzie and Amber understood what the term grouchy meant. <b>”Did you want to talk now, or did you want to talk later,”</b> Duncan said reaching out for Lizzie and pulling her closer to him by her waist. He leaned his forehead against hers with a smirk on his face absolutely willing to just forget the last two months didn’t happen and just jump back into whatever mess they were before.


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Duncan’s Grandma had been doing an annual sleep study since her stroke. They kept her in the hospital overnight for a few nights to make sure that she was still doing okay, her vitals were great and she wasn’t developing any bad sleeping habits and such. He was happy that she was doing it it made sure that she was safe and that she didn’t have to go into a nursing home or anything along the lines of that. Duncan was happy to be taking care of her anymore and while he had taken his career and put it to an immediate halt to do so, he wouldn’t have had it any other way, she was his everything and the only family that he had ever had. Normally Duncan relished the time that he had alone, when Grandma was around he seemed to always be on edge whether he wanted to admit it or not, he was. Always on high alert to make sure that she was okay. Tonight he was sitting in front of the fire watching trashy true crime tv shows on netflix while sipping on some whiskey. Sipping turning into drinking fairly quickly and before he knew it he was sending Lizzie racy texts like he had in the past. In a teasing manner he’d offered her a place in the bed next to him, a glass of whatever alcohol she wanted from his cupboard and free reign of his lonely abs, surprisingly it had worked and she had responded that she’d be over shortly. <Br><Br>
Duncan didn’t care much about cleaning his house or anything like that, Lizzie had seen it before and the only really messy thing was the christmas boxes that had been lugged down from the attic already. Random things were starting to find their usually festive homes and that was okay, but Duncan had given up decorating to invite Lizzie over instead. He wasn’t all that hopeful about that evening, he never really was, but he could do with her company. After the last time he spend a great deal of time with her, down in Wales, he had actually spoken with her and continued to remember that the more time he spent with her the more he liked being around her. It was hard for him to admit that he had feelings for someone like Lizzie, mostly because he knew there was never going to be a moment that’s she reciprocated it, just thats she would tease him, and use him for his rock hard abs. Eventually when she showed up he handed her a glass and headed to the living room again. Of course he knew what he wanted, but that didn’t mean he was going to jump her the second she walked through the door, there were rules. <b>”You have catching up to do,”</b> He said shaking his cup as well and flopping down onto the sofa leaving plenty of room and plenty of seating options, next to him, across from him in a chair, it was up to her where she wanted to go and what she wanted to do from here.


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Duncan was taking his bi monthly trip out to Wales this week and while he had planned to train his new head chef at his restaurant somehow he ended up letting it slip that that was what was going on. Next thing he knew after a few shouts, make outs and blue balls Duncan found himself driving down the road with Lizzie lounging in the passenger seat next to him having full control over his radio stations. The thing about his trips down to Wales that had been nice over the last chunk of months that they’ve been doing whatever tango they were fighting right now was that he was able to get a week away from Lizzie and found himself missing her which was always something alluring making him go right back to chasing her. Right now however, all he could think about was shoving her out of the door of his moving vehicle. <b>”Could you at least pretend to respect my things and listen to music that doesn’t make my ears want to bleed,”</b> Duncan said used to listening to audiobooks on his way to Wales. He wasn’t a huge music fan, he had things he liked but he really didn’t care for it all that much. <br><br>
Duncan didn’t even know why he had allowed her to come if he were being honest, but while he simultaneously wanted her to fall asleep for the remaining trip he also did like looking over to find her sitting next to him. Something about having her travel with him. Wanting to ‘help’ with his business. Wanting to drive three and a half hours in a car alone with him and spend a week there training his new head chef, he couldn’t help but think that this was some sort of stride in the right direction with her, though he was pretty sure that they were never going to be what his emotions half the time decided the wanted him to pine after her. It was almost hard for him to be around her when she was teasing him so much, but he knew that regardless of what she wanted from him, he was going to take whatever he could get. After a few moments of being lost in thought staring out at the road in front of him surrounded by country and nothing but country he heard his car make an awful grinding noise and start slowing down despite him trying to shift p and get it to go faster. Finally pulling to the side of the road seeing smoke billowing from both sides of the car he turned to Lizzie, <B>”I don’t think we’re going to make it tonight.”</b>

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<b>455</b> words for <b>Elizabeth harding</b><br>
<b>notes</b> he aint even mad bro
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Well the morning was complete.
There was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat,
Several hours or several weeks,
I'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak!

It's the beginning of the end, the car went up the hill,
And disappeared around the bend, ask anyone they'll tell you that.
It's these times that it tends,
The start to breaking up, to start to fall apart
Oh! hold on to your heart.

Do me a favour, break my nose!
Do me a favour, tell me to go away!
Do me a favour, stop asking questions!

She walked away, well her shoes were untied,
And the eyes were all red,
You could see that we've cried, and I watched and I waited,
'Till she was inside, forcing a smile and waving goodbye.



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