A/N: So, this will be my collection of One-Shots—seeing as I write so many. Most will be Duncan&Courtney, but I will probably get some other couples in there too.! I don't know how often I'll update, but it will hopefully be as often as these single One-Shots have been.
One-Shot #1
Summary: The A/C is broken. Courtney is beyond irritated. Bridgette has some big news. And Duncan is...well...Duncan. (AU)
Pairings: (Main) Duncan&Courtney. (Implied) Bridgette&Geoff.
Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama Island or any of its characters.
Air Conditioning is a Serious Necessity
"As we can see, the heat is moving in on the northern part of Toronto. So you should enjoy these cooler days while we can! Our days of seventy degree weather are numbered!"
"Liar!" Duncan shouted loudly at the TV. "It's a hundred fucking degrees out!"
"Duncan! What are you going on a—" She stopped her rant as soon as she saw what the aforementioned boy was wearing—or, rather, not wearing.
"Like what you see, Princess?" He wiggled his uni-brow suggestively after seeing the scarlet blush on her cheeks.
"Go get some clothes on!" The brunette spun around as fast as she could and pointed to his bedroom.
"Sorry, sweetheart, but this is my apartment I can wear—or not wear—whatever I please. If I want to just laze around in my boxers," he stretched out across the couch and put his hands behind his head, "I can."
"Clothes! Now!"
"Nah. Air conditioner is broke, so I'll just cool off like this."
"I don't care how hot it is! You get some clothes on or I swear to God I'm leaving you!" Courtney screeched, now facing him. "It's your own fault the A/C doesn't work! Mr. I'll-Just-Fix-It-Myself!"
"Why do I need clothes? No one's here. It's just me and you," the former delinquent said seductively.
"That's it! I'm out!" she yelled, walking towards the door.
"Suit yourself." Duncan shrugged before turning his attention back to the TV. "Seventy degrees my ass," he mumbled as the weather man gained his full attention.
"Ugh!" Courtney groaned as she stomped into the kitchen.
"Thought you were leaving?" the green-haired young adult asked as he watched his girlfriend walk out of the kitchen with her head turned the opposite way of him.
"Just sit up on your irritating—should be covered by more than just boxers—ass and shut up!" She held her plate up impatiently, waiting for him to obey.
"Mellow your yellow, darling," Duncan teased as he followed the former C.I.T.'s directions.
"I am not 'mellowing' anything until you have some clothes on, darling," she said, putting air quotes around "mellow".
"Whatever." He put his feet up on the coffee table, right beside Courtney's plate.
"Duncan! Keep your feet away from my food! You're such a pig!" She shoved his feet from their spot.
"Once again," he placed his feet back where they were, "my apartment—my rules!"
Courtney let out an aggravated groan and rested her head on the back of the couch. "I hate you."
"Love you too, babe." He slung his arm around her shoulders lazily.
"Ugh. Duncan, it's too hot to cuddle." She shrugged his arm off.
"Awe, c'mon. Just because there's no A/C doesn't mean there can't be any D/C."
"Duncan?" the woman said sweetly.
"Huh?"
Her tone turned into a malicious one, "Shut up."
After a few episodes of 6teen, Courtney decided to make a trip to the bathroom. It only took her five minutes, but that was enough time for Bridgette to show up. When she came back, her best friend had her hand over her hand shielding her eyes.
"Why is Duncan only is his boxers?!"
"Good question," the brunette scoffed as she rolled her eyes. "I was awoken by him screaming at the weather man and I walked out to find him… Like this." She gestured to the man, who was again stretched out on the couch.
"Um, okay." The blond suddenly noticed the temperature and began fanning herself with her hand. "Why is it so hot in here?"
"A/C broke and Mr. Fix-It-Man over here," she pointed her thumb behind her and towards aforementioned guy, "decided he would repair it himself."
"Oh."
"And here's the best part: he still refuses to call a repairman." She shot a glare towards her boyfriend, who simply shrugged and continued to watch Jonesy fail at getting a date.
"Sounds like Duncan." Bridgette said giving a small shrug. "Anyway, Courtney, do you think we could talk? You know, in private."
"Oh. Of course," Courtney said cheerily. "We can go to the café down the street. They have air conditioning there." She grabbed her purse and began to follow her best friend out the door.
The brunette turned around and grabbed the door knob, "Because they call the repairman! And don't try to do it themselves, because they 'once fixed a busted pipe in their cell when they were fifteen'!" And with that she slammed the door.
"Psh, women," Duncan said rolling his eyes as he flipped through the channels.
&*&
"So," Courtney began as she sat across from Bridgette, "what'd you want to talk to me about?"
The blond took in a breath and let it out. "Courtney, I'm pregnant."
"Oh. Why, that's great!" the brunette said happily.
"Well, um, Geoff doesn't know yet." She played with a stray hair that had been hanging in her face. "And I don't know how to tell him…"
"Just come right out and say it, Bridge. Why are you so hesitant?" The former C.I.T. took a sip of her coffee. "You guys are all over each other so much as it is. It's not like he'll be surprised that you're pregnant."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. Go on."
"Anyway, we haven't talked about, you know, starting a family yet…"
"Oh. You guys married right out of high school, though. You had to of at least started talking about the future."
"Well, it's only been three years. And Geoff and I are more 'take it one day at a time' people." The blond finished off her latté.
"I still think you should just come out and tell him, though. Have you told Gwen?"
Bridgette shook her head. "I was going to tell you both together. But she's still on tour with Trent—they extended it."
"I wondered why I hadn't heard from her in a while."
After a few moments of silence Bridgette spoke up. "So, have you and Duncan talked about marriage yet?"
Courtney nearly choked on her coffee. "N-No. Why do you ask?"
"You've stayed at his apartment almost every night for the last month. Besides, you guys already act like a dysfunctional married couple."
"We do not!" the woman objected then thought about what Bridgette had said. She let out a defeated sigh, "I'll agree that we do sometimes. But it's not an everyday thing."
The surfer looked at her friend skeptically.
"Fine; we do it every day. But Duncan has yet to show any signs of 'popping the question'. Nor have we spoken about moving in together or anything along those lines."
"Oh. Well, maybe you're just going to have to wait it out. You guys are still really serious, right?"
"Of course we are. We have been dating since we were sixteen."
"Although, getting you two to go out took a long time too. Gwen introduced you two when we were, what? Seven?" Bridgette pointed out.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it." She looked at her watch, 5:30 PM.
"Whoa! Is it already five? Geoff gets off at six. I better get going." The panic-stricken blond jumped up and threw her cup away. "See ya, Court!" She waved and ran out the door.
"Typical Bridgette—never knows the time." She looked out the window as her friend walked by and watched her trip. "Not to mention her lack of coordination on land."
&*&
"Oh. C'mon, Duncan! You still have no clothes on?" Courtney whined after walking into her boyfriend's apartment.
"Nope. There's no reason for clothes today."
The brunette let out an aggravated groan. "There is, Duncan! How could you forget?"
Duncan looked at her quizzically, "Forget what?"
"Dinner," she said sternly. "Dinner with my parents!"
"Oh. That. Do we have to?"
"Yes! We absolutely have too!"
"Fine. Can you grab me my pants?" the former delinquent asked as he grabbed his shirt off the floor.
"Ehem," Courtney coughed.
"Can you please get me my pants?"
"Much better. And yes I can." She began searching his room for said pants.
"While you're in there, can you see if I left my wallet in them?"
"Yeah!" Courtney called back as she put her hands in the pocket. She was about to yell "no" but then she felt something in the pocket. What the—" Her eyes went wide as she gasped. What she had pulled out was none other than a velvet box with a twenty four carat diamond ring inside.
She dashed out into the living room and tackled Duncan to the ground.
"Happy much, Princess?" Duncan asked his girlfriend, who was lying on top of him.
"Is this what I think it is?" Courtney asked, holding up the black, velvet box.
"Why, yes, yes it is. So, are you willing to spend your life with this devilishly handsome man?"
"If this devilishly handsome man would so kindly put on some pants and call the repairman, I'd be glad to." The brunette pulled herself off of him and stood up.
"So demanding," Duncan commented as she helped him up.
"I know," she said as she slipped the ring on her finger. She then put her hands on either side of his face and kissed him—just as she had on that night at Camp Wawanakwa when they were twelve(*).
She let him stand there in his dazed state for a while before speaking up. "Now, let's go! My parents don't like people who are late."
"But they already hate me, so I don't see what there is to lose." Duncan looked around for his pants. "Hey, you never brought me my pants!"
"What do I look like? Some kind of housewife? Get'em yourself." Courtney turned and began heading out the door.
"Not yet, Princess, not yet," Duncan said to himself as he grabbed his pants out of his room.
"Quit talking to yourself and hurry up," she tossed him his keys, "we're taking your bike."
"I thought your parents would kill you if they caught you on it?"
"Like you said, we've got nothing to lose."
"Now there's the Princess that gave me my first kiss. I was worried I'd never see her again," he joked as he walked out of his room, finally clothed.
"Less talk, more walk!" the brunette instructed as she pushed her, now, fiancé out the door.
(*) I thought that they should still have been to Camp Wawanakwa, like when they were kids. I also thought that they still needed the "First Kiss" scene to take place there. Even though this is AU.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed readingg this; and didn't think it was a complete waste of your time. I think I got their characters pretty well this time. But, once again, if I didn't, please let me know. Ohh. And if you want me to try another couple, tell me in a Review or PM or whatever, as long as it gets to me.! And I'll try very hard to do one for them. Just heed my warning—crack pairings take me a long time, aswell as slash. But I will try as hard as I can and eventually come up with somethingg...Hopefully, that is...
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*MaidMikuruChan
