Lovin' in New York: A Trent and Courtney story Chapter 1: Meeting again, a total drama series fanfic

Hey guys. I'm writing my first story. Hope you like it.After total drama my life turned out better. I focused more on music and a huge recording company heard me sing on total drama island and now I'm one of the biggest stars in America. I got a killer life. Traveling on tour, going to clubs, meeting awesome people, and eating wherever I want for free. Now I'm on my way to new York city to be on the Tyra banks show.

"We're almost to manhattan. Do you want to stop and get something to eat in Queens?" my limo, Devin driver asked.

"Yeah sure man. I'm totally starved." I said. I looked out the window. "how about over there?" I asked, pointing to a diner on the street. It was pretty small, and there weren't a lot a people there, but hey the smaller the better. And here there is less of a chance that I will get mobbed by fans. Devin pulled up In front of the diner. I put on my shades on and stepped out of the limo. The place was decent. Different from most places I've been, but not bad at all.

I opened the door and went up to the front desk. "One?" the waitor asked. I nodded. He led me to a table by the window and put a menu in front of me. "Your waitor will be Courtney today." he said and walked away. I burried my head in the menu. I remember a Courtney. She was the prep from the show. She was Duncan's girl until he decided to go for Gwen. It's a shame. She really liked him too. I remember how upset she was.

"Hi I'm Courtney and I'll be your server today." the waitress said. "can I start you off with a drink." she asked. I looked up from the menu and smiled slightly. It was Courtney. The Courtney I knew. She looked so different. her hair was longer and flowed down to her waist and she had blonde highlights. She wore a tight fitting orange top and short jean shorts. She had eyeliner and mascrara that made her eyes look absolutely stunning. I smirked.

"Well hello there, gorgeous." I said huskily. She blushed. I know it doesn't sound like me, but you know the fame rushes to your head and it changes you. "I'll have a coke." she smiled an walked off. She doesn't remember me. "Wait." I called. She turned around. "Do I look familiar to you at all?" she smiled.

"Oh course you do, Trent. I was waiting for you to remember me." she said. She looked back and bit her lip. "Well you are practically family so you can eat back here." she said pointing to the back room that said 'employees only'. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the back and opened the door. There were a bunch of kids dancing to Sexy Chick.

"Come dance with me, chica." one guy said and picked Courtney up in bridal style. She giggled and kissed his cheek.

"Later, Zane." she said. He chuckled and put her down. "We can sit over here." she pointed to and empty booth. I shrugged and sat down. She did as well. I just stared at her. She was so different. Not at all like the Courtney I used to know. She met my gaze and smiled. "Do you want to eat something?" she asked handing me a menu.

"Uh.. Yeah." I said taking the menu. "Hey. Can I ask you a question?" I asked. She smiled and nodded. "Is he your boyfriend." I asked pointing to the guy who picked her up earlier.

"Nah. He's just a friend. In fact he's not even a friend. He's family. This is all my family. And Im as single as a pringle." she said and giggled. I chuckled.

"Oh." I said. "Can I ask you another question?" I asked. She smiled. "If you already asked one question, what makes you think you can't ask another?" she asked.

"Heh, right. So uh... There is no easy was to say this, but what happened to Preppy I play by the rules Courtney?" I asked.

"Preppy Courtney is gone. She found things more important in life then getting good grades and being top in class. Like music, friends, family, and having fun." she said honestly. "My parents don't seem to care. Considering my dad's usually passed out drunk on the couch and my mom is too busy yelling at him to get a job. So I'm fine what I'm doing. Ooh I love this song." she said getting up to dance to Say Hey by Michael Franti.

"Thanks." i said as someone handed me my food. I barely ate any of it. I was to busy watching Courtney. I don't know why. There was just something about her then the other girls I've met that I couldn't figure out.

This one goes out to you and yours, worldwide

I say, hey, I be gone today But I be back around the way Seems like everywhere I go The more I see, the less I know But I know one thing that I love you, baby girl I love you, I love you, I love you

I've been a lot of places all around the way I've seen a lot of joy, and I've seen a lot of pain But I don't want to write a love song for the world I just want to write a song about a boy and a girl

Junkies on the corner, always calling my name And the kids on the corner playing ghetto games When I saw you getting down, girl, I hoped it was you And when I looked into your eyes, I knew it was true

Now I'm not a highly metaphysical man But I know when the stars are aligned you can Bump into a person in the middle of the road Look into their eyes, and you suddenly know

Rocking in the dance hall, moving with you Dancing in the night in the middle of June My momma told me don't lose you 'Cause the best luck I had was you

I say, hey, I be gone today But I be back around the way It seems like everywhere I go The more I see, the less I know But I know one thing that I love you, baby girl I love you, I love you, I love you

And I say, rocking in the dance, hall moving with you I say, hey momma, hey momma, close to you Rocking in the dance hall, moving with you I say, hey, trippa, trippa, got to shoot

Rocking in the dance hall, moving with you I say, hey momma, close to you Rocking in the dance hall, moving with you I say, hey momma, hey momma, hey momma, hey momma Hey momma, hey momma, hey momma, hey momma

My momma told me don't lose you 'Cause the best luck I had was you And I know one thing that I love you I say, hey, I be gone today But I'll be back around the way It seems like everywhere I go The more I see, the less I know

I say, hey, I be gone today But I'll be back around the way It seems like everywhere I go The more I see, the less I know But I know one thing that I love you, baby girl I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you

Rocking in the dance hall, moving with you I say, hey papa, hey papa, hey momma, hey momma Rocking in the dance hall, moving with you Come on, hey papa, hey papa, come to shoot (Hey mama, hey mama)

The song was over and I was finished eating. I looked at my watch. 10:00 I stayed longer than I thought. I paid for my food and started to look for Courtney. "Hey have you seen Courtney." I asked one of Courtney's friends

"Yeah she had to go home early today." he said. "She told me to tell you bye." he said. I sighed.

"Thanks, man." I said and started to leave, but he grabbed my shoulder. "Your not the guy from the show are you?" he asked. I raised an eyebrow.

"I'm a guy from the show." I said. He narrowed his eyes.

"You're not going to hurt Courtney again. Or we are going to have some serious problems. We all are." he said, grabbing me by the collar and lifting me about a foot off the ground.

"I'm not that guy." I gasped out.

"Oh." he said and chuckled nervously. "Hey, well my bad. I'm Diego by the way." he said and patted me on the back. "Oh yeah your the one who dated that goth girl. And your the famous one. Trent Westbrooke, right?" he asked. I nodded. "You see the girl over there. That's my girlfriend. She's a huge fan. I was supposed to give this to Courtney so you could sign it." he said pulling out a picture of me. I pulled out a pen and signed it.

"Dude. Thanks!" he said running to his girlfriend. He handed it to her and she squealed and hugged him. I couldn't help but smile. I left the resturant with a smile on my face, but the smile left when I realized that I hadn't got any info on Courtney. I don't know her number, where she lives, or even her last name. I walked to my limo and Devin opened the door for me. I got in and burried my head in my hands.

"Is there something bothering you Mr. Westbrooke?" Devin asked.

"Nothing you should worry about, Dee." I said. He nods and starts to drive. Queens is so different, from the other places in the city. I look out the window to see many other apartments, shops, and people walking. I smirked as one girl with an acoustic guitar and headphones caught my eye. "Devin, pull up right here." I demanded softly. He nodded and did as he was told. I poked my head out of the sunroof.

"Hey, Courtney. Need a ride?" she turned around and smiled.

"Wow. Mr. Richie Rich is picking me up in a limo. Sweet." she said getting in.

"Where to, Miss?" Devin asked.

"Just make two lefts then a right. It's a bright pink building. You'll know it when you see it." she said.

"So what are you listening to?" I asked. She smiled.

"The same song from earlier. It's my favorite. If any guy were to try and serenade me it would have to be that song." she explained. "Hey there is a talent show at my school tomorrow maybe around seven or eight. If you want to go we're all walking there together. We are meeting at the diner." she said.

"Sure." I agreed. She squealed, and hugged me.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you! You're the best, Trent. Here's my number just in case you need any information." she said handing me a piece of paper with her name and number. "I meant to give it to you earlier, but my mom called me and told me I had to leave early."

"Hey, don't worry about it. It's cool." I assured.

She smiled and hugged me. "Thanks. Thanks for showing up in my life again. I'm glad I made at least on friend on the show. I know how much of a jerk I was." she said still embracing me. I didn't know what to say after that. "Well this is my stop. Thanks for the ride." she said.

"N-no P-problem." I stuttered. She giggled and made her way out of the car. I turned to Devin. "Devin, I need three really big favors. One: get me a hotel in Queens as close to this place as you can possibly find. Two: get yourself a hotel room as well so you can take the day off tomorrow. And three: can I borrow the limo tomorrow." he picked up a phone and handed me the spare key. This is gonna be good.

Well how was it. It took me a really long time to write it because I was writing it on my ipod. Anyway. Review