Gwen’s P.O.V I woke up in a very uncomfortable position. I lifted my head off what I was leaning against. I rubbed my eyes and saw Duncan. I smirked remembering we were too tired from climbing the tree, to go walk home. I sat up and stretched my arms and legs. I stood and started walking around the huge tree. Just walking around in circles, knowing Izzy was dying to tell someone that I like Duncan. Then my phone started vibrating in my pocket. It was a text from Bridgette Gwen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why is she texting me at this time? I texted her back Whoa lots of exclamation...
-music starts playing- -Duncan and Gwen are walking down the rua dressed up, for Mardi Gras... The only thing s that Duncan and Gwen AREN'T together, and it's only the 2, away from every1 else....-
Duncan's P.O.V: Ugh I hate festivals. Especially ones with necklaces and having to dress up. But oi Mardi Gras is also known for drinking so oi I'm up for it. Well the real reason me and Gwen are here is because my band tour decided to rest up here for the week. AND Gwen wouldn't shut up about here. But she's my best friend so I kinda want to do it if it makes her happy... IM NOT SOFT!
Gwen's P.O.V I woke up vicious shaking. "What the heck?" I complained. I opened my left eye to see Courtney shooting a menacing look at me. "Get up slutz!" she screamed. I looked at the digital clock sitting seguinte to the picture of me and Duncan on my dresser. It was 4:00am. "What the hell Courtney? It is 4:00am. What could you possibly want at this time of hour?" I asked the preppy brunet. "Just get up! Chris wants us girls to meet Chef in the woods." she explained. I looked around. Everyone one else was gone. I got dressed and followed Courtney to the woods. She stopped in a clear spot where...
Oh,my GOSH!! Guys skip to around 7:35 I think and listen to his answer, even though he doesn't care for couples...HE DOESN'T MIND DXG HOOKING UP~!!!Ok, that's all I wanted to say and be sure to enjoy mais of his awsome vids
(this story iz basically wht if gwen got duncan to ding on the pyrimid. Well I fell in amor with this series and I wanted to share it with u! This is por Alternativeactress on Fanfictio. I give her full credit! Enjoy!)
And here is my new Total Drama story! This is basically if Gwen got Duncan to sing when they were on the pyramid and the rest of the season (with a few edits to the lines and events that happen ;)). I had to make up a song that went with Come Fly With Us, so I thought of the screwed up idea of Come Climb With Us! Cheesy? Yes! Pointless? I really hope not.
It was only three days before the wedding. I was starting to get nervous. I visited the hall with Duncan and his parents – who thankfully still liked me – and it was perfect. Duncan started taking mais responsibility, seeing as he worked on the music. He refused to tell me who he hired to sing at our wedding, but he told me everything else. That kind of pissed me off that he didn't tell me that one little thing.
I was walking início from Pixie's house after we met about the wedding. She was helping me out a lot since I had college work to do. I was going to Princeton – majoring in journalism...
(I so Srry I didn't update sooner ;( full credit to AlternativeActress!!)
~ Gwen ~
"If you want we can wait until after you graduate."
"No! No. It's fine."
"You don't sound so sure about that."
"We just have to wait until summer and then we can figure everything out."
"You really don't have to do this right away,"
"No! I want to. I promise." I moved my face down and kissed Duncan while moving his hands onto my waist. He was sitting on the side of his cama in a pair of loose sweatpants. I was standing in front of him in black shorts and a tank top. I kept my hands on his wrists. He smirked against my...
I got into the front assento on my mom's car while my brother tuned his violão, guitarra in the back. I couldn't believe that I had won a million dollars. And now, I was on my way home. The first four quarters of the drive wasn't so bad, seeing as my mom let me sleep the while way, but it was the last part of the trip when my mom started hounding me with questions.
"So who did you hang out with?" she asked.
"Did you meet anyone?"
"No." I responded. I heard Alex snicker in the back. "Shut it!" I snapped at him while I turned to see him. He had his feet up on the assento with his violão, guitarra on his lap.
I woke up the seguinte morning rather groggy. I rubbed my forehead and looked out the window to see that we were still in Drumheller. Now that confused me. Along with the fact that I didn't remember my own birthday yesterday. I mean, I turned eighteen. That's big. I'm an adult. Technically speaking. But it's like Sixteen Candles. Biologically, I'm eighteen. But physically, I still look sixteen. Sixteen. I don't feel different, and I don't look different. I was expecting some huge overnight change, but I wanted to at least feel older.