*Hi! So, this is an idea I got, and it's basically just a set of DxG oneshots set in TDWT going in order from London. I don't know how often I'm going to be updating this, considering I'm working really hard on Total Drama Backtrack, but I had a ton of fun writing this, so expect my normal waiting period. Anyways, this particular one is set after the London episode, and is in Gwen's POV, but the POV's will probably vary. Also, I don't own any of the brands/stories mentioned here. Alright, then, Hope you like!*

"I admit the deed!

- tear up the planks! - here, here!

- it is the beating of his hideous heart!"
~Edgar Allan Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart

I sat there in the middle of the commotion trying to read. Sure, we had won the last challenge and could be up in our own quarters by ourselves enjoying the peace and quiet, but we're teenagers. We like to hang out with a whole bunch of kids our age and talk and drink soda and Starbucks while we laugh about some dumb move the goofy kid just pulled. Today, I preferred to read, mainly out of fear that if I talked with some of the others, I might give away what happened between Duncan and I earlier that night. Sure, it was absolutely amazing and the most wonderful kiss I've ever had in my sixteen-year-old life, but the thing is that it wasn't supposed to happen. It shouldn't have happened, but I couldn't help but be glad it did.

I sighed and crossed my legs on the bench as I flipped to the next page in my book. That's whene someone came and sat by me. Of course it just had to be Duncan. He folded his arms behind his head and peeked at the book over my shoulder.

"Hey, Babe, 'watcha reading?" He asked casually. I looked around nervously to make sure no one heard that, and luckily no one did, before turning back to him.

"Don't call me that, and just some poetry and stuff." I answered him in a firm, assertive whisper.

"How do you read that crap?" He asked me, still looking at the book.

"It's not crap!" I protested. "Besides, it's for my English class."

"Well, what is it?" He asked. I sighed before answering.

"The Tell-Tale Heart." I told him. It was ironic, really. Sad, ironic, and just plain cruel of the world to actually have me reading this, especially now.

"What's it about?" He asked, more interested in me than what I was actually saying, but I told him anyways.

"Basically, this guy is thought by everyone to be insane because he killed a man. So, he tells us his story, the entire time trying to prove to us that he isn't mad by how stealthily and brilliantly he killed the guy." I said. I felt a faraway look begin to form in my charcoal eyes as I spoke again. "It was really was the perfect crime." I finished. Duncan seemed to be absorbing my words by nodding rhythmically every few seconds. I began to let my mind reel off into oblivion just as Duncan began speaking again.

"So how'd he get caught?" He asked.

"How did you know he got caught?" I asked him suspiciously.

"Well, you said that the dude's crime was perfect, not that it is the perfect crime." He explained. I smiled at him, impressed with his observation. I folded my legs under my body and pointed to him as I spoke.

"Your smarter than people give you credit for." I complimented. He snorted as a sort of laugh.

"Gee, thanks." He said, his words dripping with sarcasm. I rolled my eyes playfully. "So, how'd he get caught?" He asked again.

"Well," a voice interrupted that nearly made me jump out of my skin. Courtney was standing in front of the bench the two of us were seated on. "He actually dismembered the body and hid it under the floorboards." She said in an eerie voice, "But the cops came because one of the neighbors heard a scream, and he let them search the house. See, he knew they wouldn't find anything. But...when he was sitting there talking with them, the killer swore he heard the old mean's beating heart pumping from underneath the floor. His guilt got the better of him, and he just ripped the floorboards up and confessed!" She finished dramatically, her beautiful, dark eyes shining in an almost devilish amusement. The whole thing was ironic, Courtney talking to Duncan and I, telling us about confessing when you feel guilty. It almost made me want to rip my hair out, but I think this show's had enough bald people for now.

"Uh, yeah." I said nervously, rubbing one of my arms with the other, a nervous habit I really wish I hadn't picked up. "That's pretty much it." I confirmed Courtney's relaying of the story.I turned back to look at Courtney, but she had flitted off gaily to go mingle with Alejandro and Tyler, both of whom looked very...odd. Tyler kept looking over here at us, mainly Duncan, and shaking in absolute terror, and Alejandro would eye him suspiciously and almost evilly. I didn't like the way those two were looking over here, but they're both kind of freaks, so I'm not going to think much of it. I turned to look back at Duncan, and he asked me another question.

"So the title's..." he stopped.

"About the heart," I finished. "See, I think the story's suggesting that the heart tells all, even the stuff you don't know yourself." I explained. He nodded and we sat there in a comfortable silence. Then, as I started to think about it, and couldn't help but realize how right I was about the heart.

*So...how was it? I was a little worried that I made them OOC, but for the most part I'm pretty sure I've got these guys down. But, I'd love to know if I'm wrong and this was a complete fail. Or if you liked it, that's cool, too. Either way, Review!*