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Nov 8 2017, 05:41 PM
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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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Duncan was having emotional whiplash when it came to Lizzie, but he couldn’t blame her. He had admitted the other night that he was horny for her always, which if anything tonight proved that just made her more of a tease. He was walking around the ball trying to straighten his shirt and vest again almost completely giving up on the askew tie while heading to a refreshments table. He’d just found himself back in the crowd of people instead of hidden away with Lizzie making out with him. A little cocky, a little frustrated Duncan found someone standing near a table of champagne who looked just as disheveled as he was and decided it would be okay to approach him because he felt infinitely less trashy knowing he wasn’t the only one who was having hidden make out sessions at the ball. <b>”Hey, having a bit of a break from the hussel,”</b> Duncan asked picking up a glass of champagne and quickly downing it in one drink. He set the glass down and picked up a second time this time opting to just hold it and pretend to look like he fit in at these events despite that he really didn’t like attending them. <br><br>
Duncan wasn’t really sure he was the sort of person to make friends at a ball normally, but he had just been left blue balls by Lizzie once again, so instead of trying to find reasons to never speak with her again, just to know that he would never follow through with it, he was looking for any sort of distraction, this poor stranger happened to be the one he choose. <b>”You make want to borrow this though, you have a bit of different, color, on your neck,”</b> Duncan said with a little bit of a knowing smirk on his face. He was happy to know at least that he wasn’t the only person left high and dry in the facility, even if this man made it to home, in Duncan’s mind he was just as frustrated as he still was.
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<b>347</b> words for <b>harry silverstone</b><br>
<b>notes</b> post make out meetings
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The weather was looking up in London finally which was wonderful. He hadn’t remembered the last time he was able to actually go outside and have to worry about getting a sunburn, but he didn’t mind. He decided that since he and Connor had already had plans he sent his friend a quick text to see if they wanted to relocate their plans with Jack from the children’s museum to the park. Insisting that they put off the meeting time by a few hours and instead head to the park with a lovely picnic. Duncan spent his morning getting ready and eventually packing up his car and heading out to the park where he was meant to be meeting Connor. He sat down happily at a picnic table spreading out the best spread he could have thought of to appeal to both the adults pallet and a small childs, naturally putting in a few butterscotch cookies for later when Jack was ready for them.<br><br>
His friend and his son met up with him and they completed their lunch happily watching Jack play on the nearby toys from a distance. He smiled at his friend's son who was simply a joy to have around before turning to Connor and bringing up a conversation that he had only had with Lucy recently and really needed to have the conversation with a guy friend for once. <b>”So, you remember me briefly mentioning the head chef at Revours that drives me nuts.”</b> Duncan said simply looking away from his friends son to look at him. He didn’t know what he was feeling most the time and he had heard that Connor was seemingly doing decent enough in his dating life where Lucy was not so he thought maybe he could get decent advice that wasn’t involving different lighting while drunk texting Lizzie. <b>”I kind of made out with her, on Valentines day, and at the ball, and she still hates me,”</b> Duncan said.

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<b>329</b> words for <b>connor ward</b><br>
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