You glance at Duncan as he sits down next to you on the porch. "I just wanted to say, I'm sorry for scaring you earlier." He glanced at you as you swat flies away. "I was not scared." You scoff, "it was completely circumstantial, theres no such thing as a 'hook man'," He looks away. "Yeah, you're probably right, or are you?!" Duncan shoves a hook in your face, you scream, standing up.

"Ugh! I hate you!" "You so don't hate me." A few hours pass before you're throwing up outside the porch into the grass after that food Chef made. Hes staring at you as you wipe your mouth. "Thats so gross." He raises a brow at you. "Well, you could always give me that kiss, that'd be pretty bad." You nudge him. "You're still not my type."

"Fine, enjoy a peanut butter-less life." He leans against you, you lean against him. "Thanks. Enjoy prison." Duncan smirks. "I will." You suddenly turn, cupping his face and kissing him, his eyes widen and he tenses, before kissing you back.

You pull away, leaving him dazed and stiff as you turn, walking away as Geoffe and DJ come outside. "Yes, dude!" Geoffe tackles him and he grins. "Told you she wanted me."