Duncan,What are Du waiting for?

Summary:Hurt filled teal, knickente, blaugrün eyes meet a teary, smokey black as they stared down the barrel of each others Pistolen the first feuer was shot and the last thing to be heard was a horrid thud...and who would've guessed the twisted game Liebe had laid out for these two?

Duncan is the big time crime boss in the city, respected, hated and feared, just the way he likes it. Unfortunately one gang, the one of his formal friend/rival, Alejandro was the only one that still had the guts to try and give him a run for his money. It had been like this for awhile actually, but Duncan enjoyed it all the same, it was...

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining but it wasn't like in the summer where it burned, it felt nice. The sky was clear and the breeze was warm. All in all it was too nice a Tag to be wasting away inside. That was what a certain punk was doing. Duncan sat on the gras, grass Von the campus oak tree. He was cutting class, because he wanted to enjoy the day. Okay that was a lie; he just didn't want to go to class. The punk sat in silence until a familiar voice spoke.

"Aren't Du supposed to be in class?"

Turning his head to his left he smiled at her.

"Yes, but we all have things were supposed to do,...

Tarhlia:*staring at tv*
TV*TODAY ON MY GRANDMOTHERS A TURTEL....*
Tyler: *runs into room* Tarhlia, i want to watch tv.
Tarhlia: to bad, im watching "my grandmothers a turtel"
Tyler: that Zeigen sucks
Tarhlia: OH YER??? what do Du want to watch??
Tyler: TOTAL DRAMA!!!!!!!
Tarhlia: that Zeigen sucks....
Tyler: Du never watch it!!!
Tarhlia: soooooo???
Tyler: watch it today!!! it will be fun!!!! you'll Liebe it! *looks at tv juide* for-gwen and forget is on tv!!! its a new ep!!!
Tarhlia: ok.... *turns over tv*
5 MINITES INTO TV SHOW.
Tarhlia: i hate this show.
Tyler: SHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Tarhlia's p.o.v
This sucks,...

In the distance. Wandering eyes. Looking for a soulmate. I feel your eyes burning on me so I turn my head. I can't imagine a better day.

I've been hurt Von past lovers. So they come and go. Taking bits of happiness with them.

You seem shy. Guess you've been hurt too. We can take this as slowly as Du want. But not for me. The very words of "just friends" kills me Mehr and Mehr on the inside.
I want your lips, passion and heart.

As a promise I'll Liebe Du as Du Liebe me. I want Du to feel beautiful, to feel safe, sicher in my arms.
Singing yoou to sleep. Watching your eyes close and for Du to wander...