He was a fucking idiot—You told him that yourself. And he... Well, let's say he didn't care much. But you weren't interested in it either, since you weren't interested in the life of someone like Duff.

Everything with him was strange, from how they met to how they treated each other. When you met him, it was when your brother Axl had introduced you to his band. You got along well with everyone—Including Duff, but... It bothers you, you hated the way he flirted with you in that shameless way.

On many occasions he try to be sweet, but then ruin it by doing something stupid like "teasing you".

At one point, you had already accepted the fact that you could NOT like Duff. Since not only was he a friend of your brother, but also because you didn't want a stupid man.

These weeks, your brother Axl had invited you to be with him and his band, you obviously accepted—since you wouldn't want to be rude to your brother.

When you arrived, everyone greeted you well. After hours, each one was drunk, saying stupid things, without any sense. But there was someone who looked good—Duff, despite having drunk a lot, was still cool and composed. Which, do you care? Not at all... Well, maybe a little, almost nothing.

Duff approached you, you were both on the couch there, he put a hand on his own thigh and looked at you, until he spoke again—He started flirting with you like he had hundreds of times before. You just exploded, you just pushed him against the couch and immobilized him, he could hardly move.

—"Well... I knew you were strong but not that strong, wonder woman..."

He said in a slightly mocking tone, but with a little fear. He didn't know you were like that. Since he had the idea that you were a little calmer because of the patience you had for him.