Could we be more? (chapter1)
So I’ve been pagbaba GwenxDuncan fanfiction lately, and I decided to write one of my own! Basically, they’re 17, they’re in high school, and Total Drama never happened. I’m really excited about this, so I hope you guys that are pagbaba this enjoy it. I’ll probably continue, but not if I don’t get at least one review (so if you like it, please write me a few nice words).

~~~Gwen’s::P.O.V.~~~

I awoke to a very annoying beep. I groaned groggily, still half asleep, and banged on my alarm clock until the beeping ceased. I literally rolled out of kama and fell face first onto the floor with a thud. Then I remembered: it was Monday; I had to go to school. I let out another exhausted groan, and got off my floor.
I walked to my closet, and put on a black t-shirt that sinabi Beautiful Letdown, some black skinny jeans, and my paborito pair of midnight blue sneakers. I put on my makeup, expertly applying my tial lipstick. Then I brushed my short, black-and-teal-streaked hair. I stepped out of my bathroom, and glanced at the clock. My eyes widened with alarm seeing the time, and I quickly grabbed my bookbag, ran downstairs, and rushed out the front door.
When I got to my bus stop, he was already there waiting for me. My best friend, that is. “Mornin’ Sunshine,” Duncan said, greeting me sa pamamagitan ng my nickname.
“Hey, Juvie,” I replied with a smile. The bus came, and opened its doors to us. We stepped o, and headed for our usual seats in the back.
I heard a voice from the row adead of us say, “Hey, Dudes! Wassup?” I turned my head to see Geoff sitting susunod to Bridgette. They were two of my best mga kaibigan in the world. Geoff was your typical party boy, and Bridgette was a totally laid-back surfer chick. We all spent the whole bus ride talking about our weekends.
When we finally got to school, we all went our separate ways. I had every class with Duncan except history and art (which I was so grateful for), so I walked with him to homeroom. Our teacher for homeroom was cool. She let us talk to each other or whatever the whole time. So, in an effort to avoid my oncoming boredom, I decided to poke Duncan in the stomach.
He just looked at me like, “Really?” I shrugged my shoulders and looked away, trying to think of a way to pass the time. But then Duncan poked me back. I looked at him. He was grinning evilly. I grinned back; the poke war was ON!
We poked each other in the arm, face, and stomach while everyone else just looked at us like we were morons. But that was just our relationship. Duncan may have been a moron, but he was my moron, and vice versa.
I first met Duncan in segundo grade. Back then he didn’t have a Mohawk. Come to think of it, he didn’t have the spike kwelyo or piercings either (man, that was a long time ago). Anyway, it was my first araw at school. My mom tried to homeschool me in first grade, but I’ll spare you the gory details of how that worked out. I was really scared of going to school because I hadn’t had much interaction with kids my age up until this point. I wasn’t too sure about the whole “making friends” thing.
When I entered my classroom, the only person I saw was a boy my age with black hair and tial eyes playing with a train set. I walked over to him. “Whatcha doing?” I asked, hands behind my back.
“Trying to get the tsokolate chip cookies to the birthday party before the Bampira eat them all,” he answered very seriously.
“Can I help?” I asked sweetly, cocking my head to the side.
“Sure,” he sinabi excitedly. “You can be this piece.” He handed me a little piece to some board game in the shape of the sun. “Now, hold off the vampires.”
“Ok,” I agreed. “My name’s Gwen, sa pamamagitan ng the way.”
“I’m Duncan,” he replied. “Hey you’re pretty good with that sun piece. Hmm…I think I’ll call you Sunshine.”
After that araw we were pretty much inseparable. Well, except for when he got sent to juvie, earning him his own nickname. In third grade, we tried to run away together, but only got as far as the McDonald’s about a block from my house. In fourth grade we got the chicken pox together. In seventh grade he dyed my hair to give me tial streaks, and I dyed his to give him a green mohawk. You get it.
I was sucked back into reality when the kampanilya rang, signaling us to go to our susunod class. “You okay, Sunshine?” Duncan asked me. “You zoned out there for awhile.”
“What? Oh! Yeah, I’m fine. Just Nawawala in thought,” I assured him. He slung his arm over my shoulder and we walked together to our algebra 2 class.

~~~Duncan’s:::P.O.V.~~~

I was in math class, but I wasn’t paying attention (big shocker there, right?). Instead, I was watching Gwen take notes. Gwen’s my best friend, and has been as long as I can remember. And that’s all she sees us as: best friends. But, secretly, I’ve wanted to be madami since seventh grade when I dyed her hair teal. There’s just something about her that gets me going.
Stop thinking about her, I told myself. She doesn’t think of you that way. Besides, you have Courtney. I sighed inwardly. Courtney was my girlfriend, unfortunately. She was bossy, uptight, mean, a suck-up, and down-right annoying. The only reason I asked her out in the first place was so that I could get over my feelings for Gwen. I looked over at my best friend again: she was hunched over her notes a bit, kicking her legs absentmindedly the way she always did when she was really concentrating. Gosh, she was so cute. Ugh, snap out of it!

Will Duncan ever admit his feelings for Gwen? Does Gwen really only see them as best friends? Why am I asking you all this? Some of these tanong might be answered in the susunod chapter of “Could we be more?” which I’m currently still writing. In the meantime, thanks for reading, and please review. This is my first fanfiction ever, so please be kind. Tell me what you think of the story, what I can do to improve it, and if I should continue, and you might just get a slice of pie. *Shows pie* Thanks in advance!