A Collection of Duncney

The Night In First Class

Courtney growled angrily as she yanked the giant wedding dress off of her sweaty and dirty body. The thing was suffocating her, and the fabric was itching against her skin. She walked over and stuffed the pile of white fabric into the trash can in first class.

I have to be alone with him in here. All night.

Courtney sighed at her thoughts, and shook her head. This was the first time she actually regretted winning a challenge. Because now she had to deal with her obnoxious 'husband' for a 12 hour plane ride.

Maybe I'll get lucky and pass out from exhaustion.

The curtain moved aside, and the punk himself walked in. His green Mohawk limp from the water from Niagara Falls. He was grimacing, and clearly annoyed about this rooming situation just as badly as she was.

"I call the shower," they both said in unison. Courtney narrowed her eyes at him, and he crossed his arms.

"I said it first," they said, once again in perfect unison. Courtney sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose

"Fine. Take it. Whatever," she mumbled, giving up. He blinked, clearly surprised she had given in so easily. And watched as she walked over and sat down at the mini bar in first class. Putting her chin in her hand, and staring at the wall. Trying her hardest to block him out.

Duncan cleared his throat "Alright, thanks.." he said, rubbing his neck. She remained quiet, and didn't even glance in his direction as he walked into the private bathroom and closed the door behind him.

As soon as she heard the door close, Courtney released a breath she hadn't been aware she was holding. And slouched her shoulders tired of holding her head up in pride anymore. She didn't want to be here anymore. She didn't care about the money anymore. She just wanted to go home. Get away from this damn show that had caused her so much pain. Physically and emotionally. 

Duncan ruined you. What has happened to that strong Courtney?

"I don't know who I am anymore," she whispered to herself. She felt the back of her throat start to burn, as tears lined her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to cry anymore. 

He doesn't deserve my tears. 

Courtney gave in and opened her eyes, letting the tears spill down her tan cheeks. She tried wiping them away, only to smear her mascara, and more tears came as soon as she wiped the old ones away. 

Courtney started to sob, holding herself as the sobs escaped her throat. She was shaking. 

She found herself looking at the bathroom door, the tears in her eyes making her vison blurry. 

Courtney realized the only person she ever had to make her sadness go away was the cause of the worst sadness she had ever felt. And that was like a slap to the face. The only person she wanted to wipe her tears away was the man who had caused them. 

She wanted Duncan. She ached he'd come out of that door and see her crying. He's hold her close and whisper nothings into her ear until she calmed down. Just like he used to do. 

But, that'll never happen again. How? How did things go so wrong? How had she been so blind to not see how rocky their relationship had become? How is it that you could miss someone so much, and hate them all at the same time? How could you love someone and hate them too?

The door opened, steam floating out as Duncan came out. Dressed in his regular clothes, his hair wet. He smelled like his favorite body wash. 

Duncan ran a hand through his wet hair, and looked at Courtney. Who was crying silently as she sat at the bar. She was holding her hands up to her chest as her body shook with sobs.