I really just like the idea of Duck finally meeting someone. I don't know why. I just like Duck.

Duck has always been alone. He's always been running. It's a fact he's come to live with.

Even before the FAYZ, he was alone. He wasn't too popular in school. He got bad grades. Everyone pretty much hated him or acted like he didn't exist.

His mom and dad had gotten divorced before he was born, and he had never seen his father. His mother was an alcoholic, and was rarely ever home. When she was, she stayed glued to her bottle.

He was running. Away from other kids, away from his mother, his past, himself...

And now... He was a mutant. A freak. People wanted to kill him. What had he ever done to them?

He shook his head. He really shouldn't think about things like that, what with his "condition". He tried to think of happy things.

Duck looked out over the ocean. He was on a cliff, staring at nothing. This was one of his favorite spots. The sea calmed him.

Happy thoughts, happy thoughts... He thought of what his life could have been like. If his parents had been together. If his mother had cared just a little more. If people didn't hate him. If he wasn't a freak...

This was getting him no where. Actually, he was about knee deep in cliff rocks. Duck just had to get stuck with sinking when he was angry... He hated sinking. One of his main phobias.

He wondered how long he could just sit here, before some one found him. Before he had to run again.

He was always running.

Funny, Duck thought. My life consists of a lot of always.

Always running. Always alone. Always hated. Always an outcast.

He shook his head. Tried to get away from those thoughts. By now, he was waist deep.

Finally, he thought of a good topic.

Her.

She was beautiful. Gorgeous. And seemed to always be happy. She was fast, and she just seemed so... Perfect.

Of course, she had never paid any attention to him. Why should she?

Duck heard a woosh. Felt a tiny breeze on his back. He was back on normal ground now, and turned around.

And who should be there? Her.

Brianna.

"Hi..." She says. "I was just... Um... Looking for you, and well." She trails off.

"Hi. It's... Good to see you." He says, a little breathless that she was looking for him.

"Can I sit?"

He pats the ground beside him. "Sure."

A smile. She sits. They look into each others eyes.

"I kinda wanted to tell you something." She begins.

"So did I."

"You first."

"Okay, well... I sorta kinda like you. A lot." He takes a breath. He watches her reaction. "And, well... I just wanted you to know."

A second passes. He's made a mistake telling her, he thinks. She's going to tell every one. Just another reason to run.

"I-I like you too. A lot. And I just can't stop thinking about you, and to hear you say that means so much to me, but are you sure? I mean, I can be kinda temperamental. And people say I get annoying, and that I talk to much." She was speeding up as she was talking. Duck guessed that she could talk as fast as she could run.

"Shh." He puts a finger to her lip. "That's all I need." He closes his eyes, trying to absorb the fact that she actually liked him.

And then, she kissed him. His eyes were stilled closed. He didn't open them. He just fell into the kiss.

They break apart. She's in his arms.

"I love you." He whispers.

"I love you too."

And that's when Duck realizes. Maybe, just maybe, running isn't so bad. As long as she's running with him.

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(I didn't want to break the atmosphere, but... AWWW!)