The Most Fateful Day

Final Preparations and Unexpected Callers: Part 2

*(fellaway here.  i love this video, it's perfect lol, okay i'm done.  except I don't like why this is a video lol, do any of us?  NO!  enjoy!)*

*(Courtney's POV)*

     Memories.  So many memories come flooding back to me. Tears are streaming down my face as visions of my time on Total Drama flash through my mind. Stepping out onto the dock at Wawanakwa.  Sneaking off with Duncan.  Kissing Duncan.  Harold tampering with the votes.  My fists clench.  Seeing Duncan again.  Fighting for the million dollar prize when Chris changes the rules.  Suing my way back onto the show.  Watching from the Peanut Gallery.  Watching Duncan.  Seeing Duncan's expression when I reenter the competition.  Duncan making the final two. Me trying to vote for him and my pen explodes in my face. Him. The break from Total Drama. The stupid breakup. I was such a horrible girlfriend, no a horrible person in general. Why would I break up with him then? Courtney, stop. You're not a horrible person, you just needed to find yourself again. You weren't ready for the seriousness that was your and Duncan's relationship. Neither was he apparently... Courtney! You're both ready now! It just needed a couple years! You found each other too young, but now you have each other again. Fighting for season three. Making out with Duncan on the bus. Getting back together. The tension between Gwen and I. Heather trying to warn me. Oh, but why listen to Heather, right? She only ever wanted to help herself. Now look who's my best friend. I should meet up with Heather and make sure she knows how much I value her as a friend. Duncan quitting. Gwen and I talking. Oh my god. She was just trying to press me for information about Duncan! Ugh that little... Finding Duncan. The weird tension. The weird looks. My suspicions. Heather's warnings. The kiss... My mind stops there. Stop it, Courtney, you're better than this. Now it's All Stars. Gwen dumps him. Duncan still likes me. I try to make him jealous with Scott. Scott's too much of an idiot though for me to even stand that plan. Ugh he tasted like dirt. I'm lucky I didn't need a shot. Floating off in those weird balloon things. Finally getting down. Duncan's the one who saved me. He didn't talk and neither did I. I remember that last glance we shared before I turned and walked away. I didn't think I'd ever see him again, I kind of wanted to, but wouldn't admit it to myself. Then, that day in the rain. Turns out he helped me out again. We started dating again. He proposed. And now, the call. Sobs and slightly muffled screams escape my throat. God, the neighbors will probably think someone's dying. Unfortunately the only thing that calms me down is music, but my phone, which I'll burn later, has all of my music on it. Through my hyperventilating, my eyes land on my old CD player alarm clock. I get up from my bed and open the top hatch. There's a CD in it. I close the lid and hit the play button. It just so happens to be Taylor Swift. The volume is already up to the highest volume setting and I crawl back into my mess of blankets and pillows. Lyrics play through and I suddenly realize the song is Better Than Revenge. Wails escape me as I hug one of my pillows. Just my luck, huh? I played this song on repeat for days straight after World Tour.  My parents would just look at me through my bedroom doorway with looks of concern.  I didn't talk to them about it and they didn't know what had happened because it hadn't aired on TV yet.  By the time it did, I still was expressionless and in my room playing it on repeat. I had become an empty soul. That show broke me. I thought I healed. I thought I was put back together. But, clearly there's a piece missing that will never be returned. It left during "I See London" in World Tour. That piece of me was...what was it? It couldn't be friendship. Heather and Bridgette were my best friends ever. We were so close. It wasn't love either because I can still love. I love Duncan... Oh Duncan.

     "Princess!" Duncan exclaims, his voice laced with worry.  His fist bangs in the door.  "Courtney are you okay?"

     I don't respond, but I'm pretty sure he can hear my sobs, yet alone the Taylor Swift music. 

     "Courtney...please," he pleads.  I can tell he rested his forehead against the door because of the sound of light weight against it.  I sniffle a little more, but don't get up.  Then I hear the jiggle of the doorknob.  Damn it, Duncan.  He's picking the lock.  The door flies open and Duncan races towards me.  He takes my face in his hands and tries to wipe my tears away with his thumb.  His eyes are watery too.  I look away.  "Princess, I love you.  It's okay.  She means nothing, don't let her words get to you.  Baby, you know this.  Please look at me..."  I bring my eyes up to meet his beautiful teal ones. 

     "I know," I whisper.  "I love you too.  It's just," I let out a sigh.  "I hate that pus-y gothy nasty-" I trail off, growing more and more agitated. 

     "Baby, I know.  I do too." Duncan replied trying to console me. 

     "You hate her too?" I ask.  I never thought he hated her.  How could that even be possible?  Everyone loves Gwen.  Except me and I'm the bad guy...

     "Courtney, she got between you and I.  Of course I do.  I'm so so sorry..." Duncan answered, tears streaming out of his eyes now.  He wrapped his muscular arms around me and hugged me close, rocking me back and forth.  I wrap my own arms around him and hold him tightly. 

     This time I comfort him.  It's all we can do right now, hold and comfort one another.  "Duncan..." I start, slightly feeling stronger.  "That's not what's important now.  We're united again.  That's what matters.  I have you again and you have me.  We're getting married!" I smile through my tears.  "We will be each other's forever.  It's okay.  We've got this."

     "You really mean that?" Duncan questioned. 

     "Well, admitting that made me feel a little better, so yeah I mean it."

     "Good 'cause I don't plan on ever letting you out of my sights again," he answered, pulling me even closer into his embrace. 

     "I'm glad," I say.  Now we're both smiling through our tears.  I stroke his cheek and lean in closer.  He does the same and we share a tender kiss.  It's soft, yet passionate.  We part and just take each other in.  Then, Duncan positions himself in a more comfortable position under the blankets and I follow suit.  I rest my head on his chest and he strokes my hair.  We stay there like that for the rest of the day.  Turns out we both needed a break and just be together in serenity, even though it took a serious issue to get to this moment.