Well, hi there...long time no seee!!! :D lol. sorry I haven't written in a while...been busy on fanfiction doing House of Night stuff...
BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN I DO NOT amor DXC ANY LESS! I still amor them with a hardcore bloody passion<3
So, with that hardcore bloody passion, this story will be made. Thanks and enjoy, mi amors<3
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Courtney's POV:
"Bridgette! Can you please stop making out with Geoff for two seconds to talk to me?!" I spat at my 'best friend' on the plane ride back to the abandoned film lot.
She pulled back for a segundo and Geoff said, "It's alright, babe, I gotta go to the can anyway," he got up and unbuckled his seatbelt and went to the lavatory at the back of the plane.
God, coach sucks...
Bridgette turned to me, "What's your problem, Courtney?" She didn't say it as an insult, she said it as if she was worried about me.
"We're going back to this damned show! That's my problem."
She rolled her eyes, "Meaning Duncan is your problem."
"What?! How could you say that, Bridgette?!" I said, knowing it was true.
Duncan! always the pit of my problems, the pit of my despair! I haven't stopped thinking about him since I was eliminated...I haven't stopped watching vídeos of him beijar Gwen, trying to decipher any and every code in the book!
You want to know what I found? Nothing. Absolutely positively nothing.
"Because, I know you well enough to know you won't let a guy go that broke your heart."
I let out an angry breathe, "Duncan is the least of my worries, I'm just worried that Chris will trick us into another season again."
"Last time he tricked us into another season, not World Tour, but Action, you and Duncan were inseparable."
"So? That was two seasons ago. I swear, Chris should have just stopped it there, then Duncan would have never kissed Gwen and I'd..."
"Hah!! I was right! You miss Duncan."
"God, no, Bridge! I hate Duncan. The last thing, well, not even the last thing I do is miss that cheating ogre!"
"You loved him though. You have to give him that."
Geoff then returned and I sat back in my assento and stopped all tears that threatened to fall.
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"Welcome back, guys! I truly missed you guys!" Chris said.
I walked in with Bridgette and Geoff and noticed Duncan standing outside of the door, alone, and Gwen on the other side of the room, with Trent.
I mean with Trent. He had his arm around her waist and her head was on his shoulder.
We were all in our formal wears, suit, tie, dresses. And Geoff wondered why the flight attendants gave us weird looks.
I wore an official-looking deep purple dress that was silk and halter-style, and had a cinto, correia buckle at my stomach line.
I heard Bridgette whisper, "Talk to him. Say something charming for one, please."
I took in a deep breathe and walked to him, "Well, I must say you do look good in a tux, but the look of despair on your face kinda ruins it."
"Not now, Courtney." I do have to admit, it felt odd not having him call me 'Princess'.
"Just trying to be friendly and civil, unlike some people, beijar my friends."
The hurt in his eyes grew and he clenched his jaw, I said, "Sorry, it's in the past. I shouldn't have brought it up. I'll just leave you alone for good then."
I took a deep breathe in and turned to walk off where Bridgette and Geoff were sitting, but his hand covered my wrist, then moved slowly to my hand and he gently pulled me back.
I let out my breathe and secretly, for a moment, smiled. I turned back to him and opened my small clutch bolsa and pulled it out.
"What are you doing?" Duncan asked, and it was obvious his throat was full of tears fighting to come out.
"Giving this back to it's rightful owner," I pulled out the small skull and held it in my hand towards him.
He shook his head, "It's already with it's rightful owner. I gave it to you, meaning it's yours completely."
Still holding it towards him, I said, "You know, you don't have to go all tough-guy on me. It's me, not one of the guys."
He looked at me and said, "I'm not sad because of Gwen."
"Then why? Because of what looks like it's going on in there, you have a legitimate right to be depressed or sad."
"And you know, Courtney, you don't have to go all smartie on me. You can talk like a normal teenager."
"You can't be sad because of me. I've done nothing to you."
He looked at me with sad, sad cerceta, verde-azulado eyes that seemed to just kill with one single look. "Court, you are the first yet last reason why I'm sad and refuse to walk in there."
"What did I do?" I asked quietly, silently contemplating whether or not to put my hand on his shoulder or something, as if through touch I could will him to tell me.
I went with my gut when he said nothing mais and put my hands on his shoulders, "Duncan, you have to tell me if I'm the prime subject in this."
"God, Princess, you always this pushy?" He asked.
I couldn't help but smile when he called me 'Princess' again, and I heard him mumble, "I amor your smile." Then I heard him curse at himself for saying that.
"Is that what you're sad about? That you're human and capable of human functions?"
"Damn it, Courtney! You must not get it."
"Oh trust me, Duncan, I get it with every fiber of my being."
He walked away, closer to the street, "You don't. You're not a delinquent whom if anyone found out that I could fall in amor with such an uptight, bossy, pole-up-her-butt, perfectionist I'd get my butt kicked!
"If they found out that gave up Gwen because I was so torn when you told me you hated me, and I knew you meant it. I knew you meant it and I couldn't handle you hating me because I felt the complete turn around of it."
"You amor me? Duncan, how in the heaven and earth could you amor me? Like you said, I'm uptight and bossy, but I surely do not have a pole up my butt! Harold did at Playa De Losers, but I don't!"
"I hate you, Courtney! I hate how you make me feel!"
"Then you indirectly hate me. You don't hate me, no, like you said, the utter opposite. You hate that you are capable of amor and how I can make you feel so screwed up in the head that you could do anything and everything to get rid of the feeling. Trust me, Duncan, I have been through it over and over again. Stupid boy after another.
"But you, Duncan, you are different out of them. Out of all the guys I have ever thought that I loved you come above the rest. You have made my brain ache more, make my coração pound harder, made my temper rush and then disappear, you have been my despair and my life."
"Then why don't we just end it? If we both amor each other why don't we just end the love?"
"End the love? Duncan you sound as if you're God and you can just end things for good. amor cannot end, dimwit!"
"Oh yeah? Well it sure as hell can be pushed to the side long enough for it to fade."
"Wrong. amor will just eat away at your soul until you nip it in the butt."
"And how do you plan on us doing that? We obviously can't be together!"
"And why is that?!"
"Because, Courtney Phillips, you are wrong for me. I am wrong for you. I have broken your coração and you have confused the hell out of mine. We have too must freaking past to just ignore it and walk on as if I never cheated on you and as if you never left either."
"This is the reason we can be together," I sighed and with all of my might I kissed him.
At first he just stayed there and I knew it wouldn't last long, because I heard him groan as if he was gonna regret it, but he kissed back and put his hands on my shoulders.
It was almost as if I could hear her smirk, "Well, well, well, never would I even think to hear Courtney defending the relationship," Bridgette said.
I pulled back and said, "Bridge, really?"
She came over to me and handed me a brochure, "Chris just handed them out. He asked me to come and give them to you. He would've come out here himself but he was too scared you two were ripping each other's heads off."
I took the brochure and looked at it, and Duncan did too, over my shoulder, "Playa de Losers?" I asked Bridgette.
"Yeah, he wants us all to stay there for a few weeks."
"Why?" Duncan said, his voice husky.
"He wants us all to be together for one last time, and all on good terms. He thinks that this will make that happen."
Duncan kissed the topo, início of my head, and I looked at him confused, and Bridgette said, "See you two later..." and walked back inside.
"Kissing my head, now?" I asked.
Duncan finally took the skull from my hand and said, "Okay, I'll take it back. On one condition."
"What will that be?"
"You keep it for me."
"But that would defeat the purpose of me giving it back."
"Well, let's just see what happens at the end of Playa de Losers. After that, you tell me if you wanna keep it or not."
"Damn you, Duncan," I smiled and put my forehead to his.
"I amor you, Princess."
"I amor you too, Duncan."
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I really don't think that it's my best, but eh. It's better than nothin'!
BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN I DO NOT amor DXC ANY LESS! I still amor them with a hardcore bloody passion<3
So, with that hardcore bloody passion, this story will be made. Thanks and enjoy, mi amors<3
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Courtney's POV:
"Bridgette! Can you please stop making out with Geoff for two seconds to talk to me?!" I spat at my 'best friend' on the plane ride back to the abandoned film lot.
She pulled back for a segundo and Geoff said, "It's alright, babe, I gotta go to the can anyway," he got up and unbuckled his seatbelt and went to the lavatory at the back of the plane.
God, coach sucks...
Bridgette turned to me, "What's your problem, Courtney?" She didn't say it as an insult, she said it as if she was worried about me.
"We're going back to this damned show! That's my problem."
She rolled her eyes, "Meaning Duncan is your problem."
"What?! How could you say that, Bridgette?!" I said, knowing it was true.
Duncan! always the pit of my problems, the pit of my despair! I haven't stopped thinking about him since I was eliminated...I haven't stopped watching vídeos of him beijar Gwen, trying to decipher any and every code in the book!
You want to know what I found? Nothing. Absolutely positively nothing.
"Because, I know you well enough to know you won't let a guy go that broke your heart."
I let out an angry breathe, "Duncan is the least of my worries, I'm just worried that Chris will trick us into another season again."
"Last time he tricked us into another season, not World Tour, but Action, you and Duncan were inseparable."
"So? That was two seasons ago. I swear, Chris should have just stopped it there, then Duncan would have never kissed Gwen and I'd..."
"Hah!! I was right! You miss Duncan."
"God, no, Bridge! I hate Duncan. The last thing, well, not even the last thing I do is miss that cheating ogre!"
"You loved him though. You have to give him that."
Geoff then returned and I sat back in my assento and stopped all tears that threatened to fall.
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"Welcome back, guys! I truly missed you guys!" Chris said.
I walked in with Bridgette and Geoff and noticed Duncan standing outside of the door, alone, and Gwen on the other side of the room, with Trent.
I mean with Trent. He had his arm around her waist and her head was on his shoulder.
We were all in our formal wears, suit, tie, dresses. And Geoff wondered why the flight attendants gave us weird looks.
I wore an official-looking deep purple dress that was silk and halter-style, and had a cinto, correia buckle at my stomach line.
I heard Bridgette whisper, "Talk to him. Say something charming for one, please."
I took in a deep breathe and walked to him, "Well, I must say you do look good in a tux, but the look of despair on your face kinda ruins it."
"Not now, Courtney." I do have to admit, it felt odd not having him call me 'Princess'.
"Just trying to be friendly and civil, unlike some people, beijar my friends."
The hurt in his eyes grew and he clenched his jaw, I said, "Sorry, it's in the past. I shouldn't have brought it up. I'll just leave you alone for good then."
I took a deep breathe in and turned to walk off where Bridgette and Geoff were sitting, but his hand covered my wrist, then moved slowly to my hand and he gently pulled me back.
I let out my breathe and secretly, for a moment, smiled. I turned back to him and opened my small clutch bolsa and pulled it out.
"What are you doing?" Duncan asked, and it was obvious his throat was full of tears fighting to come out.
"Giving this back to it's rightful owner," I pulled out the small skull and held it in my hand towards him.
He shook his head, "It's already with it's rightful owner. I gave it to you, meaning it's yours completely."
Still holding it towards him, I said, "You know, you don't have to go all tough-guy on me. It's me, not one of the guys."
He looked at me and said, "I'm not sad because of Gwen."
"Then why? Because of what looks like it's going on in there, you have a legitimate right to be depressed or sad."
"And you know, Courtney, you don't have to go all smartie on me. You can talk like a normal teenager."
"You can't be sad because of me. I've done nothing to you."
He looked at me with sad, sad cerceta, verde-azulado eyes that seemed to just kill with one single look. "Court, you are the first yet last reason why I'm sad and refuse to walk in there."
"What did I do?" I asked quietly, silently contemplating whether or not to put my hand on his shoulder or something, as if through touch I could will him to tell me.
I went with my gut when he said nothing mais and put my hands on his shoulders, "Duncan, you have to tell me if I'm the prime subject in this."
"God, Princess, you always this pushy?" He asked.
I couldn't help but smile when he called me 'Princess' again, and I heard him mumble, "I amor your smile." Then I heard him curse at himself for saying that.
"Is that what you're sad about? That you're human and capable of human functions?"
"Damn it, Courtney! You must not get it."
"Oh trust me, Duncan, I get it with every fiber of my being."
He walked away, closer to the street, "You don't. You're not a delinquent whom if anyone found out that I could fall in amor with such an uptight, bossy, pole-up-her-butt, perfectionist I'd get my butt kicked!
"If they found out that gave up Gwen because I was so torn when you told me you hated me, and I knew you meant it. I knew you meant it and I couldn't handle you hating me because I felt the complete turn around of it."
"You amor me? Duncan, how in the heaven and earth could you amor me? Like you said, I'm uptight and bossy, but I surely do not have a pole up my butt! Harold did at Playa De Losers, but I don't!"
"I hate you, Courtney! I hate how you make me feel!"
"Then you indirectly hate me. You don't hate me, no, like you said, the utter opposite. You hate that you are capable of amor and how I can make you feel so screwed up in the head that you could do anything and everything to get rid of the feeling. Trust me, Duncan, I have been through it over and over again. Stupid boy after another.
"But you, Duncan, you are different out of them. Out of all the guys I have ever thought that I loved you come above the rest. You have made my brain ache more, make my coração pound harder, made my temper rush and then disappear, you have been my despair and my life."
"Then why don't we just end it? If we both amor each other why don't we just end the love?"
"End the love? Duncan you sound as if you're God and you can just end things for good. amor cannot end, dimwit!"
"Oh yeah? Well it sure as hell can be pushed to the side long enough for it to fade."
"Wrong. amor will just eat away at your soul until you nip it in the butt."
"And how do you plan on us doing that? We obviously can't be together!"
"And why is that?!"
"Because, Courtney Phillips, you are wrong for me. I am wrong for you. I have broken your coração and you have confused the hell out of mine. We have too must freaking past to just ignore it and walk on as if I never cheated on you and as if you never left either."
"This is the reason we can be together," I sighed and with all of my might I kissed him.
At first he just stayed there and I knew it wouldn't last long, because I heard him groan as if he was gonna regret it, but he kissed back and put his hands on my shoulders.
It was almost as if I could hear her smirk, "Well, well, well, never would I even think to hear Courtney defending the relationship," Bridgette said.
I pulled back and said, "Bridge, really?"
She came over to me and handed me a brochure, "Chris just handed them out. He asked me to come and give them to you. He would've come out here himself but he was too scared you two were ripping each other's heads off."
I took the brochure and looked at it, and Duncan did too, over my shoulder, "Playa de Losers?" I asked Bridgette.
"Yeah, he wants us all to stay there for a few weeks."
"Why?" Duncan said, his voice husky.
"He wants us all to be together for one last time, and all on good terms. He thinks that this will make that happen."
Duncan kissed the topo, início of my head, and I looked at him confused, and Bridgette said, "See you two later..." and walked back inside.
"Kissing my head, now?" I asked.
Duncan finally took the skull from my hand and said, "Okay, I'll take it back. On one condition."
"What will that be?"
"You keep it for me."
"But that would defeat the purpose of me giving it back."
"Well, let's just see what happens at the end of Playa de Losers. After that, you tell me if you wanna keep it or not."
"Damn you, Duncan," I smiled and put my forehead to his.
"I amor you, Princess."
"I amor you too, Duncan."
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I really don't think that it's my best, but eh. It's better than nothin'!
Gwen pov
I can't believe it. that narcicist(a/n:Is that how you spell it?)is bringing us back to that stupid show that brought way to much drama for anyone to handle? This is complete touro crap.
"We aren't going to this thing are we?"
"It says if we don't then the producers will force us to go."
"Awww crap, what are we gonna do now Duncan?"
"I don't know, should we mover out."
"No way, I amor this little apartment, why don't we just go to this reunion and get it over with and then come home."
"But what if Chris Mclame tries to put us up in another season of total drama hell."
"Then we'll just have to escape somehow."
"How? they'll eventually find us and take us back there."
"Don't worry, we'll think of something."
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I'm sorry this part is kind of boring, but don't worry, the seguinte part will be better.
update soon.
Oh ya, I see people say this all the time and I want to do it
I don't own tdi/a/wt/r or any of the characters.
I can't believe it. that narcicist(a/n:Is that how you spell it?)is bringing us back to that stupid show that brought way to much drama for anyone to handle? This is complete touro crap.
"We aren't going to this thing are we?"
"It says if we don't then the producers will force us to go."
"Awww crap, what are we gonna do now Duncan?"
"I don't know, should we mover out."
"No way, I amor this little apartment, why don't we just go to this reunion and get it over with and then come home."
"But what if Chris Mclame tries to put us up in another season of total drama hell."
"Then we'll just have to escape somehow."
"How? they'll eventually find us and take us back there."
"Don't worry, we'll think of something."
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I'm sorry this part is kind of boring, but don't worry, the seguinte part will be better.
update soon.
Oh ya, I see people say this all the time and I want to do it
I don't own tdi/a/wt/r or any of the characters.