Author's Note: Hey all! So this is an idea I kind of stole from spikeyhairgood (I hope you don't mind!) It's a series of songfics, all in my queer little continuity that I've set up. They're going to be scattered around the time frame, so it could be any time in said continuity. It could include any of the characters that I've used in them. I mean anyone, from Heather, to Luis mom, to the trampy girl Luis slept with at the end of Prom Problems, to Kitty, even Lexi, hated though she may be.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the songs or the Duck characters, I do own my OCs.


Timeline: Four Years after "Lost Love"

Situation: At Julie and Adam's engagement party, Heather and Portman make another mistake in a long line.

Format: Song Lyrics, Flashback, Present

Song: "Wake up" by Coheed and Cambria

I'm going to ride this plane out of your life again.
I wish that I could stay but you argue.

Heather lay in bed, her head resting on Dean Portman's bare chest. They were twenty two, the night before they had attended a graduation/engagement party given by Adam Banks's parents for Adam and his fiancée and their friend Julie Gaffney. He never knew how he ended up with her, but for some reason he always did. He always hated himself for it too. It was wrong, he knew it was wrong. But he couldn't help himself.

More than this I wish you could've seen my face
In backseat staring out the window.

"Hey," Heather said walking up to him with her drink in hand. He was standing on the back deck leaning against the rail.

"Hey," He said, happy to see her, he always was.

"It's trippy right?" She laughed.

"What is?" He asked looking at her.

"Julie and Adam," she shrugged, "getting engaged. It's crazy stuff, all the grown up-ness of it you know?"

"Yeah." He said. He was more upset though that Julie Gaffney, the one who got away, had now actually and definitively gotten away. She was going to marry Adam Banks.

I'll do anything for you,
Kill anyone for you.

He looked at Heather. She was incredibly beautiful, and smart, and well, all around incredible. The only problem with her was that she wasn't Julie. She didn't deserve what he gave her. He hated himself for breaking her heart over and over again. This was the third time in the past two years that they had spent the night together. It was also the third time in two years that he had seen Julie Gaffney. He kissed her head.

"Morning" she whispered flipping onto her stomach.

"Morning," he smiled. She kissed him.

So leave yourself intact
'Cause I will be coming back.

"So how have you been?" He said, turning and facing his ex girlfriend.

"Good." She said. "I graduated, I got a job with this great marketing firm in New York, and I found a crummy dump of an apartment to live in."

"The crummy dump of an apartment thing turns out to be great." He smiled, "Especially when it's all yours."

"That's what I was thinking." She laughed. "I've missed you Portman."

In a phrase to cut these lips,
I love you.

She had missed him. She had missed everything about him. The way he smiled that lopsided goofy grin of his, the way his curly hair fell in his eyes when it got wet, the surprisingly soft kisses he gave, the way he felt inside of her. She had been with other guys, before and after, but not a one of them compared to Dean Portman. She knew that even now as they lay in his bed, he was regretting their night together. It was the same every time.

The morning will come
In the press of every kiss
With your head upon my chest

"What are you doing after?" Dean asked.

"I'm staying with Connie," she shrugged. "Then I fly back to Massachusetts tomorrow."

"Do you think that Connie could spare you, kid?" He whispered, taking her waist. She melted when he touched her. He kissed her.

"I think so." She managed to squeak out. Maybe it was real this time. She had to believe that it was.

Where I will annoy you
With every waking breath
Until you decide to wake up.

She knew now that it wasn't, it was fleeting, heavy and passionate in the moment, but once the moment was over it disappeared and she was left with the same empty feeling she always had. But she decided to test it anyway.

"Maybe I'll stay another day," she said quietly, kissing his chest.

"Didn't you say you were starting that job?" He said, a tone of impatience in his voice.

"Not for three days." She smiled. "So I'll have one less night of independence in my apartment. I want another day with you."

"Heather, come one," He said, sitting up. "Don't stay another day. Go home."

I've earned through hope and faith
The curves around your face
That I'm the one you'll hold forever.

If morning never comes for either one of us,
Then this I pray to you wherever.

The drive back to his apartment seemed like it took forever. She was aching for his touch. As they walked in he kissed her again, he moved his hands over her back and unzipped the little black dress she was wearing. She felt like it fell off of her body. She slowly undid the buttons of his shirt. She peeled it off of him as he kissed her neck. She placed her hands on his bear chest and felt his heart beat; it was as fast as her own. She moved them down and unzipped the fly of his pants. They moved singularly back into the tiny bedroom and then onto the bed.

I'll do anything for you.
This story is for you.
('Cause I'd do anything you want me to... for you.)

"You don't want me to." She sighed. "I should have known." She turned and put her feet on the floor. "It's the same every time."

"Stop it," he said, "don't do that."

"Don't do what?" She said. She didn't want to have this fight again.

"Make me feel guilty." He said, "It's not like you didn't want to."

"Yes, Dean, I wanted to." Heather said. "Because I guess I just love feeling like this."

I'll do anything for you,
Kill anyone for you.

"I love you!" She said breathlessly. She didn't know how she let the words escape her lips but she did. It was the passion, the heat, all of it reminder her so much of why she loved him.

"I love you." He answered back as she finally surrendered herself to him. He had said it. It was real this time. She knew it was.

So leave yourself intact
'Cause I won't be coming back.
In a phrase to cut these lips,
I loved you.

"This was a mistake. It's always a mistake." Heather sighed, she pulled her underwear off of the floor. "I can't believe I thought you'd changed. God, I always feel like such a whore when I leave you."

"Heather, stop," He said. "Don't ruin it."

"I couldn't possibly ruin it." Heather said. "You already did that." She dressed herself. "I'll see you around Dean." She walked out the door, she leaned up against the door frame and cried.

The morning will come
In the press of every kiss
With your head upon my chest
Where I will annoy you
With every waking breath
Until you decide to wake up.

"Shit!" He said, falling back down onto the bed. He hated this. Why did he always do this? Why couldn't he just tell Julie how he felt instead of following this horrible impulse to hurt someone who meant so much to him? He had told her he loved her last night during. It was wrong, but not untrue. He did love her, just not in the way that she wanted him to, and not in the way that he knew he should. The whole thing was so sick and wrong. He wanted to apologize, to hold her and tell her how wrong he was. That he loved her and that they would be together forever. But he didn't want to lie to her again, and that would be lie.

The morning will come
In the press of every kiss
With your head upon my chest
Where I will annoy you
With every waking breath
'Til you decide to wake up.


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