(This begins somewhere between Izzy's 2nd elimination and After The Dock Of Shame and ends at TDDDDI. POV of Courtney.)
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Izzy just got off the boat after being eliminated for the second time and yet was still all smiles. That girl is nutso. I was swimming in the deeper end of the pool, thinking about Duncan as usual. When I came up for air, someone dove in, splashing me. I didn't care, because I was already wet, but still kinda peeved. The person came up infront of me. It was Trent. Considering I could care less about that guy, I swam away. That's when I noticed that my chest was fluttery and I was blushing. I had no idea what to think. So I swam to the edge of the pool, climbed out, grabbed a towel, and ran straight up to my room. The rooms at Playa de Losers were so incredibly nicer and cooler than the Wawanakwa cabins, even though a tranlation of Playa de Losers from Spanish is Beach of Losers, or Loser Beach. I changed quickly and sat on the gray and white canopy bed that was set up in the room that was designated for me when I had gotten there and pulled my light purple and blue diary from under my pillow(Gwen isn't the only one with a diary). I flipped though, scanning the pages from each challenge. Ones that stuck out were the talent show, the camping trip, the cooking challenge, and and especially the boot camp challenge. Especially that one. I slipped it back to it's hiding space and my cheeks still looked red and blushy when I looked in the light blue and white vanity mirror. Suddenly, I placed the feeling. It's how I get around Duncan. It was... love. But why was I feeling this when Trent was there? Is it possible that I... like him? Nah, I probably was just thinking about that time Duncan and I were in the lake one time between episodes 11 and 12. So, I changed back into my still soaked bathing suit and raced downstairs, happy to know nothing weird would happen soon. I ran super fast and flipped into the pool. I swam around for a bit and floated on my back, laughing, unitl I reached the juice bar that was in the pool. I was about to sit next to Lindsay and Beth, who were sipping Banana Fofanna smoothies, when a voiced behind me asked "Hey, um, what happened before?" I instantly turned around. And of course, it was Trent. I was blushing again. " Oh, I, um, forgot to...turn the water off in my bathroom! I mean, don't want to waist water, hehe." I spoke nevously, backing up. That's when I backed into a stool at the juice bar and fell over it. I have never been that clumsy in my entire life. Seriously, that was probably the first time I ever tripped since I learned how to walk. So I ran to the steps after I got up and walked to the hot tub and sat on the edge. Bridgete was there, leaning her elbows on the edge, staring at the sky, obviously wishing Geoff was there. She's done that for two hours at least every single day. And then she wonders why there are marks on her elbows. "Any chance that you'll quit sulking and talk to me for a minute?" I asked her. "What happened before? I saw you fall when you were over talking to Trent," She said looking up at me, "And you're blushing." " I...um...was, surprised." I lied. I knew exactly what happend now. I was...lovestruck. I could feel the blood pulsing though my body, my heart racing. "Courtney, that's how you used to get when we'd ask about Duncan off camera. Spill, Courtney. You like him." She replied. "No! Not at all is this any way similar to that! I used to make remarks about him and hate on him as a cover! I never did hate him! But-" I lowered my voice so no one could hear. "But I do not like Trent. I mean, sure, he can sing and play guitar, whoop-dee-doo. It doesn't make him all that, I mean-" I cut myself off from my quiet rant when Bridgette gave me an 'I-Just-Proved-My-Point' stare, arms crossed, narrowed eyes, a smirk on her face.
(There is a non-televised confessional at Playa de Losers, so I'll include that occasionally)

PDL Confessionals:
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Courtney: These aren't televised, so, I just want to say that I do not like Trent. Sure, I've gotten 9 or so e-mails about the topic, all from the same three girls and I always respond 'Not going to happen.' Am I trying to change the subject to refrain from saying that I like Trent? Oh, (bleep)! (slaps hand to face and then smiles nervously into camera)

Bridgette: I can read faces. And Courtney's face is always a book. Today, I'm reading "Courtney likes Trent."

End PDL Confessionals
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"Is it that obvious?" I finally broke down. She nodded. I sighed and stepped over to the juice bar to get a Banana-Mango Fusion smoothie. As I sipped on the ice cold smoothie, Izzy, who was sittting next to me, turned to me and said "You wuv him." "Who?" I asked, trying not to acknowledge that I knew very well who. "Trent, silly goose!" she replied. I slammed down my smoothie and protested. "WHAT? No!" I shouted. "Yes you do! We heard you say so to Bridgette! Right, Bridgette?" she spoke. Bridgette winked and gave a thumbs up. My mouth gaped. Apparently 'we' ment Lindsay and Beth because they nodded in agreement. I tried to change the subject in my mind. I thought how funny it was that they should end up friends because they were all in Heather's alliance at one point or another. But then I responded "Well, just keep it on the down-low, OK?" I asked. They all nodded. I finished off my smoothie and then swam back into the pool and did backflips and somersaults and handstands where it was shallower. I dove deep into the water on the diving board, purposly splashing a group sitting on the pool's edge that included Katie, Sadie, and Ezekiel with water. I think I already got over the whole thing voted off thing because this place is just so nice. But, I'm not going to let any camera know that. Word on the street is that they're filming a special "After the Dock of Shame" episode here next week. There is a really weak and wobbly lamppost here so I plan to use that to my advantage. I came up for air and climbed on to an empty pool float and started to fall asleep a bit. The hot summer sun evaporated the water off of me. I only woke when someone bumped into the bottom of my float. "Hey, watch where you're-" I started to yell until I saw his face. Guess who? Did you say Trent? Then you're right! Want a cookie? Anyway I stopped my rant and could feel myself blushing again. "What happened before?" he asked. "I'l tell you later. Meet me at 8:30 near the confession booth." I replied. Then I dove off the float and swam away.

FF TO 8:30
I walked to the confession booth and sat on the bech outside of it. Instead of the confessional here being an outhouse, it was a little photo booth. Exept with a video camera. I sat down and soon, Trent came walking over and sat next to me. I knew I was blushing but didn't even bother to cover it up. " So, uh, listen, the thing is, I kinda..." I trailed off, too nervous to say more. I started to sweat. I could feel th blood in my veins. My arms felt weak and there was a lump in mt throat. "What is it?" he asked. It seemed he cared about everyone, because that's what ended him up here, two short weeks after me. But that was Heather's fault too. Even though she is a horrible actress. She can't lie while fake crying, either. I really wanted to blurt out what I wanted to say. I could feel the want building up. "I...I..." I tried to say it. I just was too nervous. Suddenly, I got a burst of confidence. I finally got the courage to speak. "I like you, ok? I was running away because I kept getting really nervous. I just didn't want to say. I didn't want a heartbreak. Not again. Not again." I said. I was on the verge of tears. But then he spoke. "really? 'cause, I'm kinda into you, too." Thats when my spirits lifted. I smiled softly and did the most daring thing ever...

...I kissed him.