MOVED TO AO3 || Someday Soon (Duncan x Oc) || Total Drama Island

Peek-a-Boo, Chef's Shot You

Quick note:
Sooooo.... Uhhhhh.... This fic is on three different websites, now.

Yup. It's on Quotev, Wattpad, and Ao3.

Have at it, I guess. 😂

Also, yes, I changed the title and the cover design. In my defense, I never really liked the title, "Not Today". I finally decided on a system for naming all of the stories in the trilogy; I'm naming them all after love songs that I think kind of fit Kimi's and Duncan's relationship at the time or suit a certain moment in the fic. I'm going to be putting a chapter for the "Credits" at the end of each fanfic, and I'll have the song on that chapter for you all to listen to.

Another thing... So, if Kimi's nickname is "Short Stuff" and Duncan's nickname is "Hot Shot", does that make their ship name "Hot Stuff"? I'm sorry... I'm awful... It was in my brain, and I needed it in the world. You're welcome? 😂😂😂

Anyway... Sorry for taking so long (again...), and thanks for sticking around! Love you all! 😊

- E.A.

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=====LAST TIME=====

I froze as I heard a sniff from my left. I looked over. Gwen had a trail of tears streaming down her cheeks. I gently knocked her hand, causing her to look down at me. I smiled softly, opening my arms to offer a hug. She nodded slowly, then furiously, almost collapsing into my arms. I just held her as she cried into my shoulder. Everyone turned to glare at Heather as she made a sarcastic comment, but I simply held Gwen tighter as she clutched at my hoodie with trembling fists.

I heard Leshawna mumbling under her breath, and I knew Gwen would be happy about what I heard.

She was going to be so excited to hear that Heather was gonna get what was coming to her.

=====NOW=====

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While I would love to say that this particular morning started without incident, that was definitely not the case at all. I was walking by the communal bathrooms, and the first thing I noticed was DJ and Owen standing right outside the door with amused smirks on their faces. I pulled out my notebook, approaching them with a raised eyebrow.

I started writing as I walked, "Hey, guys. What's u -- ", only to stop as soon as I heard feminine voices and slapping sounds coming from the bathroom's windows. I slowed to a stop in front of the two boys, uneasily clenching my hands into fists as the fight continued.

The boys, on the other hand, chuckled, and they waved at me.

"Good morning, Kim!" DJ said, crossing his arms over his chest comfortably.

"Mornin'!" Owen smiled brightly, still holding his hands over his privates. (I'm naturally assuming that he really needed to go.)

I gave the two an awkward smile and a wave. Then I pointed towards the door questioningly.

The silent question was met with more amused glances, and DJ chuckled, again, as he told me, "Oh, they just got started. I say just let them finish."

My eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.

"Yeah," Owen readily agreed. "I mean, how bad could it possibly ge -- "