Chapter 21
(Duncan's P.O.V.)
Was it real?
Had my fantasies come true?
Was Chris really... Dead?!
"YESSSS!!!" I jumped up on the table and shouted.
"Is this something to be happy about??" Courtney shouted behind me. "He got stabbed in the back with a kitchen knife, and you're happy?!"
What an idiot.
She's such a kiss-up.
"You just dun got punk'd, suckahs!!" Chris suddenly sprang up and said, "Horror movies are for today!!"
Wow, I had been happy?
"How in the-" Justin started, but Chris inturrupted him by explaining he had on a small packet full of fake blood, and it bursts on impact.
"10 minutes, people! In the theater! What horrors does the future hold for our contestants?" Chris said to the camera. "Who will return with a guts-and-gore scarred conscious and soul? Find out, right after this!"
Chef grumbled something about pushing the knife a little harder or something on the way out with the camera crew and pretty-boy McClean.
- - - - - - - - - -
*10 minutes later*
Gwen would've loved this challenge.
Gwen...
It's only been a week since- *gulp* -the incident, and I've forgotten her touch, what it felt like to have her near me...
GAH. Sappy stuff aside, what we had to do first, is act out a scene from a horror movie. Or make up our own scene.
Gwen was gone, so I got paired up with DJ and explained the scene to him.
I said, "OK, DJ, we'll do some improv here. And if Chris asks what movie it's from, you say, 'Someone Dies, Tonight', got it?"
DJ nodded sheepishly.
"Alright then! A basic plot; You're in your hows watching TV, and I do a classic move with a chainsaw!!"
"Omigawd, Duncan! A-are you gonna hurt me?!" DJ asked nervously.
"Hell no! You'll see me, and run behind the set. I run back there and rev up the chainsaw, and just throw modified ketchup everywhere. Simple, right?"
DJ looks like he just relieved himself after waiting 3 days to do it. MAN that guy's a wimp!
.::Confessioncam::.
DJ: Thank God.
.::End Confessioncam::.
Everyone got to work on their sets.
Leshawna was with Heather (poor Leshawna), Lindsay was with Beth, and Justin was with Owen and Izzy. Courtney, of course, got to choose a team, so she went with Heather and Leshawna. Once again, poor Leshawna.
- - - - - - - - - -
*one hour later*
Chris jumped out in his, *snickers*, mullet, and announced time was up.
Leshawna, Courtney, and Heather were first.
IT. WAS. LAME.
All they did was throw fake guts, ketchup, and Chef's cooking around from behind a fake wall. No chainsaws! >:O
Justin, Izzy, and Owen's scene was WAY better.
Justin ran out with a chainsaw, and cut Owen's hand off, and Izzy kicked Justin in the gut!
It was a fake hand, of course.
*FEW! Thank god, I was so worried about Owen!*
But you KNEW that he was gonna be fine, I mean, you make me say this stuff, and, well, uhg.
Anyways, that was the whole thing.
Beth and Lindsay, same thing as Leshawna and her team's scene.
.::Confessioncam::.
Duncan: Can ANYONE think of horror movies?!
.::End Confessioncam::.
Finally, it came to mine and DJ's scene.
DJ sat on a couch watching TV, singing along to Justin Bieber or whatever.
I prepared myself with the chainsaw. This was gonna be awesome.
I revved up the chainsaw and jumped out behind the couch in front of DJ. DJ screamed like a little girl and ran behind a prop wall. I ran back and DJ was ready with the ketchup with corn syrup, and fake guts.
I revved up the chainsaw really lowed and cut it through a hunk of Chef's mystery meat to make it sound like I was cutting through human flesh, while DJ threw the stuff around.
That was the most fun I ever had in my life!!
- - - - - - - - - -
(Courtney's P.O.V.)
*sighs* OK I'll admit, my team's performance was pretty lame- but don't blame me! "I had wonderful ideas!" I shouted at Duncan when he said our scene was idiotic.
.::Confessioncam::.
Leshawna (with Heather): I agree with Duncan on this one.
Heather (with Leshawna): Wow, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I agree with Leshawna! Oh, and P.S., that plot was Court's idea, not mine or Leshawna's.
.::End Confessioncam::.
"OK, contestants," Chris announced. "I think the winners are....... Duncan and DJ!"
WHAT?!
"WHAT?!" I screamed at Chris. "Why their pathetic acting?!" DJ teared up and said, "Now why'd ya have to go and say that?"
Chris said impatiently, "Because, number one, it's my show, number two, your scene sucked, and number three, Duncan and DJ had the only scene from a movie!"
.::Confessioncam::.
Duncan: Well, now, I got DJ and I the win because of one little lie. Who da man?! :3
.::End Confessioncam::.
"Now go and decide on a loser!" Chris shouted. He faced the camera.
"Will Gwen be back soon? Is Courtney gonna kill Duncan in his sleep? Will my double half-caff latte, EVER get here?"
An intern quickly handed him the latte.
"Find out when we come back, on Total, Drama, ACTION!"
That was getting so annoying. Sometimes I REALLY hate Chris.
"Chris Ceremony in 10, people!" Chris barked at us. He left trailing behind the camera's, muttering complaints about ratings and stuff.
Uhg.
Well, at least now I can stop acting like I hate Duncan! Well, I'm mad at him OF COURSE, but I don't hate him. I can never hate my Dunkey-Wunkey. :3
Chapter 22
(Duncan's P.O.V.)
I have to see Gwen.
I ran to the infirmary as quick as I could, which wasted at least 4 minutes.
I ran into her section of the infirmary tent panting, and managed, "How's it goin, sunshine?"
Gwen looked better. She had looked pale- well, pale-ER -a few days ago.
Now, her cheeks were full of, er, color. And not just skin tone, blushing color, I guess.
She smiled at me, blushing, and said, "I'm better, now that you're here." and Gwen took my hand.
I smiled at her, and snickered, "Who should go tonight?"
We looked at each other for a bit, and then burst out laughing.
"WELL, WHO DO YOU THINK?!" Gwen shouted laughing hard.
"HEATHER!" we shouted together.
We laughed until our sides hurt, and we ended that laugh track with the "classic" last laugh, sigh, smile routine.
I heard someone behind me. I turned around and saw Courtney dart behind the infirmary tent's flap.
Sh*t, I need to talk to her.
"Laters, sunshine." I whispered to Gwen.
I kissed her forehead, grabbed Court's arm on the way out, and brought her behind one of the trailers.
"WHAT THE HELL, YOU SUNOVA-"
I clapped my hand over her mouth. Goddamn big mouth was gonna get us caught!
"Shut it!!" I hissed. I wanted to see if anyone was eavesdropping.
No cameras, no contestants, no privacy intruders.
Good.
"Duncan..." Courtney murmured. "Heather says you've been thinking of me a lot. Is that true? That you still like me?"
Oh sh*t... No... I thought. I was speechless.
"I... I..."
Then I noticed that it had been 7 minutes.
"WELL OFF TO THE GILDED CHRIS CEREMONY!!" I shouted, dragging Courtney behind me by her arm. She struggled, screamed, scratched, swore, but I didn't care, I was too lost in thought.
Can't tell her... Can't tell her... I thought.
.::Confessioncam::.
Courtney: What was Duncan hiding?! :O Was Heather... Right?
.::End Confessioncam::.
FINALLY, we got to the auditorium. All 10 of us cast our votes.
"Duncan, Courtney, DJ, Leshawna, Beth, Lindsay, Justin, Owen, and Izzy!" Chris shouted, throwing the statues to us.
Heather started to scream and yell in protest until Chef carried her away to the Lame-O-zine.
I could hear Chris murmur, "Thank GOD, she's finally gone."
Chapter 22
(Gwen's P.O.V.)
Finally, I'm back in the game! I guess you could say I've had immunity for the past two weeks.
When I walked out of the infirmary, I saw Courtney skipping around happily, with a smile on her face. What has she done...?
"Why are you so smiley?" I asked her.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!" Courtney burst out laughing in my face with a creepy grin on her face. "Izzy, is that you?" I asked cocking my head to my left. "NOPE! THIS IS ALL COURTNEY, MAN!! WOO HOO!!!" She shouted. The she sprinted off into the lot of sets. "What in the..." My voice trailed off. Has she gone mental?!
"GWEN!!" Someone shouted, and a pair of chocolaty-brown arms grabbed me in such a big hug, I could barely breathe. "OUFF!! Hi Leshawna!" I said. Leshawna put me down smiling, but then looked at me very seriously.
"We need to talk, girl."
"About what?"
"About that delinquent you call your boyfriend." And with that said, she put her arm around my shoulders, me with the most confused look on my face I could muster, and we walked to the girls' trailer. It began to drizzle.
- - - - - - - - - -
It was pouring by the time we were done talking.
"That's not true!" I shouted.
"I'm not sure if you're right or if I'm right, Gwen. I heard it from Heather before she left." I raised an eyebrow. "Heather?"
"She swore on the Bible I brought to the set that that's what she heard from Courtney."
"I'll deal with Court then if Heather swore on a Bible. I'm going to bed." I snapped.
"I'll go to bed too, then." Leshawna snapped back. "Night, Gwen." With that, she turned off the lights. I pulled the scratchy material Chris referred to as "our covers" over my head, trying to hide from the world.
Courtney's gonna get it.
Chapter 23
Duncan's P.O.V.
"SEVEN A.M., MAGGOTS! TIME TO GET THOSE LAZY BUTTS UP!!" Chef's voice blared through a bull horn. I heard sounds of alarm (and even panic, coming from DJ) around the trailer. I ignored the noise and put on my shirt and pants. I hopped outside and saw the girls filing outside of their trailer one by one. Izzy, Leshawna, Gwen, Lindsay, Beth, and Courtney. Courtney and I have made up. "Oh trust me. We've made up." I said to Justin when he asked what I was doing when I waved to Courtney.
"Chris is gone" Chef said. "hosting some fru-fru ice-skating show. So I will be in charge of you worthless teens." he finished gruffly. "Yeah, this didn't go well last time he was in charge, remember?" Gwen said. "Yeah..." I murmured.
"Today's challenge will be to, to..." Chef's voice trailed off as he picked up a stack of note cards. He flipped through most of them until squinting at one and saying in his "joyful voice, "to watch a scary movie and not scream."
"Piece of cake." I muttered to Courtney after Chef let us leave. "I don't think I'll be able to handle it, but I'll try to." she replied firmly.
Gwen suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "Easy as pie," and she intertwined our fingers. I glanced at Courtney, and she was neutral. Not mad, not sad, not happy.
.::Confessioncam::.
Courtney: Eh, I don't mind it when they hold hands. Hugging is just fine. High-fiving- well, I'd be a moron if I freaked out when they high-fived! That'd be absurd! When they kiss, I get a little pissed off. But I don't think they'll be kissing for a long time now... heh heh heh... >:3
.::End Confessioncam::.
Chapter 24
(Gwen's P.O.V.)
Duncan has been acting weird lately. It's like hes avoiding me. Could Leshawna be right? I thought. I quickly pushed the thought out of my head.
Immediately after all of us were seated in the theater (Court next to Duncan, myself sitting three people away from him), the film started. DJ fainted at the title screen, Lindsay and Beth screamed bloody murder at the first kill of the movie, Justin and Leshawna puked at the sight of all the guts and blood, Owen ran away screaming when the couple started to make out and Izzy started chasing him shouting, "I bet you want that to be us!!", and Courtney almost managed to make it through the entire movie, but she cried out in alarm when the bloody face of a man popped onto the screen suddenly. That was the end of the movie. Duncan and I won. "Yes!" I shouted, and held out my arms to Duncan for a hug. But he only ignored me and helped Courtney to her feet. "D-Duncan?" My smile faultered. He looked at me with his mouth set in a firm line, but then he suddenly grinned and said, "Well well well, little miss sunshine actually made it twough da scawy movwie." he clamped his hands together, brought them to his cheek, puckered out his lip, and did (I think what was supposed to be) a cute face. I shook my head looking down, but laughing. "Ah, shut it." I said, punching his arm. But there was no arm there! Where'd he go!?
"Chris, um, whatevers, in 10 minutes, maggots!!" Chef announced. He walked away grumbling.
Izzy, of all people, tapped my shoulder. "Uhh, Gwen?" she whispered. I looked at her. She was pointing towards the exit of the theater. I followed her finger, and saw Duncan and Courtney walking off alone into the woods. Holding hands. Secretly, a camera man followed them in.
I glanced back at Izzy. She patted my shoulder in sympathy, handed me a rubber duck, and left. I looked at the duck for a while, then stuffed it into my pocked. Just in case.
(Chris's P.O.V.)
*10 minutes later*
I was off hosting an ice-skating show, yes.
Chef was in charge, yes.
Contestants watching a scary movie for a challenge, NO!
They were supposed to jump off a 100 foot high diving board onto a horse on the western set! DUH! Well, I got on my blue tuxedo, put on my fake mullet, and walked out onto the stage. I heard snickers come from the bleachers, but I shushed the voices and said, "Time to cast your votes! remember, Duncan and Gwen have immunity."
Electronic beeps and tiny whispers floated aroudn the amphitheater. When all the noises stopped, I was handed me the results, and eight Gilded Chris Awards.
I read out the names and passed out the awards. "Owen, DJ, Duncan, Beth, Lindsay, Izzy, Gwen, and Courtney."
Justin sadly walked to the Lame-O-Zine, mumbling and grumbling about the show being less hansom. "I'm glad he's gone." I told Chef when the contestants were gone. "Why?" Chef asked me. "Now I have no one to steal my spot light in the hansom department!"
"With that mullet?" Chef snickered. I crossed my arms and pouted. Then I remembered the cameras were still on. "Only eight contestants left! Who will be voted off next time? Is Owen ever going to make out with Izzy willingly?" I racked my brain for more dramatic questions. Then I remembered the footage the camera man caught of Duncan and Courtney in the woods. "Will Gwen find out what Duncan and Courtney did in the woods? Will Duncan and Gwen's relationship crumble? Find out next time, on Total, Drama, ACTION!"
*WARNING: This next part is super sad. Reader digression is advised.*
Chapter 25
(Gwen's P.O.V.
"OK, THAT'S IT!!" I shouted. I had heard Duncan and Courtney laughing and giggling for the past 20 minutes behind the girls' trailer. I wanted to know what in the hell was going on between them, AND between me and Duncan. I stormed outside, went around back of the trailer, and I saw Duncan smiling at Courtney mischievously, and Courtney had her arms around Duncan's neck. "DUNCAN!!!!!" I practically screamed. They both jumped. Duncan looked like he might have peed his pants. Courtney just glared at me. I sat there with my mouth hanging open. Speachless.
Duncan shouted, "COURTNEY DID IT, SHE FORCED ME TO-"
"Cut the shit, Duncan." I snapped at him. That shut him up. That was like the first time I had ever swore. I walked up to him. I said, "Leshawna said that Heather told her that Courtney said, said that, that when, when you kissed me, or-or hugged me, held hands with me, slept with me," Duncan got a slap to the face from Courtney. "all of that, that you weren't thinking of me... You were thinking of Courtney. You were imagining that I wasn't me, that I was Courtney. Is that true?"
All three of us sat in dead silence for about a minute. When he finally replied, I remembered the rubber duck Izzy gave me was still in my pocket. I chucked it at his face as hard as I could and ran off screaming and crying.
His reply was yes.
(Duncan's P.O.V.)
Was it real?
Had my fantasies come true?
Was Chris really... Dead?!
"YESSSS!!!" I jumped up on the table and shouted.
"Is this something to be happy about??" Courtney shouted behind me. "He got stabbed in the back with a kitchen knife, and you're happy?!"
What an idiot.
She's such a kiss-up.
"You just dun got punk'd, suckahs!!" Chris suddenly sprang up and said, "Horror movies are for today!!"
Wow, I had been happy?
"How in the-" Justin started, but Chris inturrupted him by explaining he had on a small packet full of fake blood, and it bursts on impact.
"10 minutes, people! In the theater! What horrors does the future hold for our contestants?" Chris said to the camera. "Who will return with a guts-and-gore scarred conscious and soul? Find out, right after this!"
Chef grumbled something about pushing the knife a little harder or something on the way out with the camera crew and pretty-boy McClean.
- - - - - - - - - -
*10 minutes later*
Gwen would've loved this challenge.
Gwen...
It's only been a week since- *gulp* -the incident, and I've forgotten her touch, what it felt like to have her near me...
GAH. Sappy stuff aside, what we had to do first, is act out a scene from a horror movie. Or make up our own scene.
Gwen was gone, so I got paired up with DJ and explained the scene to him.
I said, "OK, DJ, we'll do some improv here. And if Chris asks what movie it's from, you say, 'Someone Dies, Tonight', got it?"
DJ nodded sheepishly.
"Alright then! A basic plot; You're in your hows watching TV, and I do a classic move with a chainsaw!!"
"Omigawd, Duncan! A-are you gonna hurt me?!" DJ asked nervously.
"Hell no! You'll see me, and run behind the set. I run back there and rev up the chainsaw, and just throw modified ketchup everywhere. Simple, right?"
DJ looks like he just relieved himself after waiting 3 days to do it. MAN that guy's a wimp!
.::Confessioncam::.
DJ: Thank God.
.::End Confessioncam::.
Everyone got to work on their sets.
Leshawna was with Heather (poor Leshawna), Lindsay was with Beth, and Justin was with Owen and Izzy. Courtney, of course, got to choose a team, so she went with Heather and Leshawna. Once again, poor Leshawna.
- - - - - - - - - -
*one hour later*
Chris jumped out in his, *snickers*, mullet, and announced time was up.
Leshawna, Courtney, and Heather were first.
IT. WAS. LAME.
All they did was throw fake guts, ketchup, and Chef's cooking around from behind a fake wall. No chainsaws! >:O
Justin, Izzy, and Owen's scene was WAY better.
Justin ran out with a chainsaw, and cut Owen's hand off, and Izzy kicked Justin in the gut!
It was a fake hand, of course.
*FEW! Thank god, I was so worried about Owen!*
But you KNEW that he was gonna be fine, I mean, you make me say this stuff, and, well, uhg.
Anyways, that was the whole thing.
Beth and Lindsay, same thing as Leshawna and her team's scene.
.::Confessioncam::.
Duncan: Can ANYONE think of horror movies?!
.::End Confessioncam::.
Finally, it came to mine and DJ's scene.
DJ sat on a couch watching TV, singing along to Justin Bieber or whatever.
I prepared myself with the chainsaw. This was gonna be awesome.
I revved up the chainsaw and jumped out behind the couch in front of DJ. DJ screamed like a little girl and ran behind a prop wall. I ran back and DJ was ready with the ketchup with corn syrup, and fake guts.
I revved up the chainsaw really lowed and cut it through a hunk of Chef's mystery meat to make it sound like I was cutting through human flesh, while DJ threw the stuff around.
That was the most fun I ever had in my life!!
- - - - - - - - - -
(Courtney's P.O.V.)
*sighs* OK I'll admit, my team's performance was pretty lame- but don't blame me! "I had wonderful ideas!" I shouted at Duncan when he said our scene was idiotic.
.::Confessioncam::.
Leshawna (with Heather): I agree with Duncan on this one.
Heather (with Leshawna): Wow, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I agree with Leshawna! Oh, and P.S., that plot was Court's idea, not mine or Leshawna's.
.::End Confessioncam::.
"OK, contestants," Chris announced. "I think the winners are....... Duncan and DJ!"
WHAT?!
"WHAT?!" I screamed at Chris. "Why their pathetic acting?!" DJ teared up and said, "Now why'd ya have to go and say that?"
Chris said impatiently, "Because, number one, it's my show, number two, your scene sucked, and number three, Duncan and DJ had the only scene from a movie!"
.::Confessioncam::.
Duncan: Well, now, I got DJ and I the win because of one little lie. Who da man?! :3
.::End Confessioncam::.
"Now go and decide on a loser!" Chris shouted. He faced the camera.
"Will Gwen be back soon? Is Courtney gonna kill Duncan in his sleep? Will my double half-caff latte, EVER get here?"
An intern quickly handed him the latte.
"Find out when we come back, on Total, Drama, ACTION!"
That was getting so annoying. Sometimes I REALLY hate Chris.
"Chris Ceremony in 10, people!" Chris barked at us. He left trailing behind the camera's, muttering complaints about ratings and stuff.
Uhg.
Well, at least now I can stop acting like I hate Duncan! Well, I'm mad at him OF COURSE, but I don't hate him. I can never hate my Dunkey-Wunkey. :3
Chapter 22
(Duncan's P.O.V.)
I have to see Gwen.
I ran to the infirmary as quick as I could, which wasted at least 4 minutes.
I ran into her section of the infirmary tent panting, and managed, "How's it goin, sunshine?"
Gwen looked better. She had looked pale- well, pale-ER -a few days ago.
Now, her cheeks were full of, er, color. And not just skin tone, blushing color, I guess.
She smiled at me, blushing, and said, "I'm better, now that you're here." and Gwen took my hand.
I smiled at her, and snickered, "Who should go tonight?"
We looked at each other for a bit, and then burst out laughing.
"WELL, WHO DO YOU THINK?!" Gwen shouted laughing hard.
"HEATHER!" we shouted together.
We laughed until our sides hurt, and we ended that laugh track with the "classic" last laugh, sigh, smile routine.
I heard someone behind me. I turned around and saw Courtney dart behind the infirmary tent's flap.
Sh*t, I need to talk to her.
"Laters, sunshine." I whispered to Gwen.
I kissed her forehead, grabbed Court's arm on the way out, and brought her behind one of the trailers.
"WHAT THE HELL, YOU SUNOVA-"
I clapped my hand over her mouth. Goddamn big mouth was gonna get us caught!
"Shut it!!" I hissed. I wanted to see if anyone was eavesdropping.
No cameras, no contestants, no privacy intruders.
Good.
"Duncan..." Courtney murmured. "Heather says you've been thinking of me a lot. Is that true? That you still like me?"
Oh sh*t... No... I thought. I was speechless.
"I... I..."
Then I noticed that it had been 7 minutes.
"WELL OFF TO THE GILDED CHRIS CEREMONY!!" I shouted, dragging Courtney behind me by her arm. She struggled, screamed, scratched, swore, but I didn't care, I was too lost in thought.
Can't tell her... Can't tell her... I thought.
.::Confessioncam::.
Courtney: What was Duncan hiding?! :O Was Heather... Right?
.::End Confessioncam::.
FINALLY, we got to the auditorium. All 10 of us cast our votes.
"Duncan, Courtney, DJ, Leshawna, Beth, Lindsay, Justin, Owen, and Izzy!" Chris shouted, throwing the statues to us.
Heather started to scream and yell in protest until Chef carried her away to the Lame-O-zine.
I could hear Chris murmur, "Thank GOD, she's finally gone."
Chapter 22
(Gwen's P.O.V.)
Finally, I'm back in the game! I guess you could say I've had immunity for the past two weeks.
When I walked out of the infirmary, I saw Courtney skipping around happily, with a smile on her face. What has she done...?
"Why are you so smiley?" I asked her.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!" Courtney burst out laughing in my face with a creepy grin on her face. "Izzy, is that you?" I asked cocking my head to my left. "NOPE! THIS IS ALL COURTNEY, MAN!! WOO HOO!!!" She shouted. The she sprinted off into the lot of sets. "What in the..." My voice trailed off. Has she gone mental?!
"GWEN!!" Someone shouted, and a pair of chocolaty-brown arms grabbed me in such a big hug, I could barely breathe. "OUFF!! Hi Leshawna!" I said. Leshawna put me down smiling, but then looked at me very seriously.
"We need to talk, girl."
"About what?"
"About that delinquent you call your boyfriend." And with that said, she put her arm around my shoulders, me with the most confused look on my face I could muster, and we walked to the girls' trailer. It began to drizzle.
- - - - - - - - - -
It was pouring by the time we were done talking.
"That's not true!" I shouted.
"I'm not sure if you're right or if I'm right, Gwen. I heard it from Heather before she left." I raised an eyebrow. "Heather?"
"She swore on the Bible I brought to the set that that's what she heard from Courtney."
"I'll deal with Court then if Heather swore on a Bible. I'm going to bed." I snapped.
"I'll go to bed too, then." Leshawna snapped back. "Night, Gwen." With that, she turned off the lights. I pulled the scratchy material Chris referred to as "our covers" over my head, trying to hide from the world.
Courtney's gonna get it.
Chapter 23
Duncan's P.O.V.
"SEVEN A.M., MAGGOTS! TIME TO GET THOSE LAZY BUTTS UP!!" Chef's voice blared through a bull horn. I heard sounds of alarm (and even panic, coming from DJ) around the trailer. I ignored the noise and put on my shirt and pants. I hopped outside and saw the girls filing outside of their trailer one by one. Izzy, Leshawna, Gwen, Lindsay, Beth, and Courtney. Courtney and I have made up. "Oh trust me. We've made up." I said to Justin when he asked what I was doing when I waved to Courtney.
"Chris is gone" Chef said. "hosting some fru-fru ice-skating show. So I will be in charge of you worthless teens." he finished gruffly. "Yeah, this didn't go well last time he was in charge, remember?" Gwen said. "Yeah..." I murmured.
"Today's challenge will be to, to..." Chef's voice trailed off as he picked up a stack of note cards. He flipped through most of them until squinting at one and saying in his "joyful voice, "to watch a scary movie and not scream."
"Piece of cake." I muttered to Courtney after Chef let us leave. "I don't think I'll be able to handle it, but I'll try to." she replied firmly.
Gwen suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "Easy as pie," and she intertwined our fingers. I glanced at Courtney, and she was neutral. Not mad, not sad, not happy.
.::Confessioncam::.
Courtney: Eh, I don't mind it when they hold hands. Hugging is just fine. High-fiving- well, I'd be a moron if I freaked out when they high-fived! That'd be absurd! When they kiss, I get a little pissed off. But I don't think they'll be kissing for a long time now... heh heh heh... >:3
.::End Confessioncam::.
Chapter 24
(Gwen's P.O.V.)
Duncan has been acting weird lately. It's like hes avoiding me. Could Leshawna be right? I thought. I quickly pushed the thought out of my head.
Immediately after all of us were seated in the theater (Court next to Duncan, myself sitting three people away from him), the film started. DJ fainted at the title screen, Lindsay and Beth screamed bloody murder at the first kill of the movie, Justin and Leshawna puked at the sight of all the guts and blood, Owen ran away screaming when the couple started to make out and Izzy started chasing him shouting, "I bet you want that to be us!!", and Courtney almost managed to make it through the entire movie, but she cried out in alarm when the bloody face of a man popped onto the screen suddenly. That was the end of the movie. Duncan and I won. "Yes!" I shouted, and held out my arms to Duncan for a hug. But he only ignored me and helped Courtney to her feet. "D-Duncan?" My smile faultered. He looked at me with his mouth set in a firm line, but then he suddenly grinned and said, "Well well well, little miss sunshine actually made it twough da scawy movwie." he clamped his hands together, brought them to his cheek, puckered out his lip, and did (I think what was supposed to be) a cute face. I shook my head looking down, but laughing. "Ah, shut it." I said, punching his arm. But there was no arm there! Where'd he go!?
"Chris, um, whatevers, in 10 minutes, maggots!!" Chef announced. He walked away grumbling.
Izzy, of all people, tapped my shoulder. "Uhh, Gwen?" she whispered. I looked at her. She was pointing towards the exit of the theater. I followed her finger, and saw Duncan and Courtney walking off alone into the woods. Holding hands. Secretly, a camera man followed them in.
I glanced back at Izzy. She patted my shoulder in sympathy, handed me a rubber duck, and left. I looked at the duck for a while, then stuffed it into my pocked. Just in case.
(Chris's P.O.V.)
*10 minutes later*
I was off hosting an ice-skating show, yes.
Chef was in charge, yes.
Contestants watching a scary movie for a challenge, NO!
They were supposed to jump off a 100 foot high diving board onto a horse on the western set! DUH! Well, I got on my blue tuxedo, put on my fake mullet, and walked out onto the stage. I heard snickers come from the bleachers, but I shushed the voices and said, "Time to cast your votes! remember, Duncan and Gwen have immunity."
Electronic beeps and tiny whispers floated aroudn the amphitheater. When all the noises stopped, I was handed me the results, and eight Gilded Chris Awards.
I read out the names and passed out the awards. "Owen, DJ, Duncan, Beth, Lindsay, Izzy, Gwen, and Courtney."
Justin sadly walked to the Lame-O-Zine, mumbling and grumbling about the show being less hansom. "I'm glad he's gone." I told Chef when the contestants were gone. "Why?" Chef asked me. "Now I have no one to steal my spot light in the hansom department!"
"With that mullet?" Chef snickered. I crossed my arms and pouted. Then I remembered the cameras were still on. "Only eight contestants left! Who will be voted off next time? Is Owen ever going to make out with Izzy willingly?" I racked my brain for more dramatic questions. Then I remembered the footage the camera man caught of Duncan and Courtney in the woods. "Will Gwen find out what Duncan and Courtney did in the woods? Will Duncan and Gwen's relationship crumble? Find out next time, on Total, Drama, ACTION!"
*WARNING: This next part is super sad. Reader digression is advised.*
Chapter 25
(Gwen's P.O.V.
"OK, THAT'S IT!!" I shouted. I had heard Duncan and Courtney laughing and giggling for the past 20 minutes behind the girls' trailer. I wanted to know what in the hell was going on between them, AND between me and Duncan. I stormed outside, went around back of the trailer, and I saw Duncan smiling at Courtney mischievously, and Courtney had her arms around Duncan's neck. "DUNCAN!!!!!" I practically screamed. They both jumped. Duncan looked like he might have peed his pants. Courtney just glared at me. I sat there with my mouth hanging open. Speachless.
Duncan shouted, "COURTNEY DID IT, SHE FORCED ME TO-"
"Cut the shit, Duncan." I snapped at him. That shut him up. That was like the first time I had ever swore. I walked up to him. I said, "Leshawna said that Heather told her that Courtney said, said that, that when, when you kissed me, or-or hugged me, held hands with me, slept with me," Duncan got a slap to the face from Courtney. "all of that, that you weren't thinking of me... You were thinking of Courtney. You were imagining that I wasn't me, that I was Courtney. Is that true?"
All three of us sat in dead silence for about a minute. When he finally replied, I remembered the rubber duck Izzy gave me was still in my pocket. I chucked it at his face as hard as I could and ran off screaming and crying.
His reply was yes.
gwens look 2dai
ok so i found out that the punk's name is ducan and he's been in juvie 4 times already!"ok gwen sit next to duncan please' said miss thompson.oh Crap! i thought. art was my fave lesson but now my worst nightmare i cant really talk to him can i?"hey pasty wts ur name?" he asked "gwen" i said i cant exactly not talk to him. "cool im duncan and sorry bout courtney she can be a bitch at times" he replied "when isnt she?" i mumbled and he laughed"ur absolutley right pasty"
duncans pov
gwen finnaly spoke to me. She was so right bout courtney and she seemed to forget bout trent though i wonder why she came to this school now? anyway at free period i walked with gwen i glanced over at courtney she was ... KISSING TRENT! what a bitch! oh well why should i care i like gwen more.
sorry its short
soo cute
