HEY! Okay this is my first fanfic and I am just writing it as I go. Hehe. Anyways…I love DxG and if you don't idc but seriously don't complain about the couple…cuz its not changing.

***This is in TDA between the 1st Aftermath til… whenever

****I own nothing of TDA. ( if I did… DxC fans wouldn't be so happy.) xD

Duncan's POV

It's been three weeks since Gwen was voted off and I have to say I've been miserable about it. I never thought I would be feeling this bad when my best friend left. She really was and is my best friend. She is the only one that truly understands me. Everyone else just sees me as the Delinquent With a Mohawk. She sees me as a person, an actual person. I guess I could say the same for Princess but sometimes I think that she is really off her rocker. I mean me and Gwen??? Are you serious? God, we are best friends…get a grip. I mean sure sometimes I flirt with her a bit but I flirt with a lot of girls. But you know…Gwen isn't just any other girl. When I'm around her I feel like I can be myself. When I'm around Courtney its like I have to make sure I don't say anything she would consider "stupid" or "immature." See, Gwen doesn't care cuz she knows me way too well. I seriously miss her. Its strange to feel like this considering I never have compassion like this. But I really do miss her and her unique ways.

You know what?! Its all dumbass Trent's fault! He's the idiot that screwed her on this show. God, I hate him. He thinks he can get a girl just by singing to her? What a fag. I wish I could hang out with her and not be in this competition with Courtney. Don't get me wrong I still think Princess is H.O.T. but she is C.R.A.Z.Y when it comes to competition. It really turned me on in the spy movie but now, I think its gone to her head. See, Gwen wouldn't do that. She would just compete and be cool, calm, and collected about it. Why the hell am I comparing Gwen to Courtney??? What am I doing? I don't like like her…

Normal POV

"Duncan!" screamed Harold? "What did you do to my bed?!?!"

"What didn't I do to your bed." I smirked.

"You think your sooooo funny. How would Courtney react if she saw how immature you are???"

"She isn't my mother. I don't have to listen to her. In fact, I don't even listen to my mother."

"That's right. You don't listen to anyone. Why? Cuz you think you're so smart, when in fact your all talk and no walk!"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY DORK?!" threatened Duncan as he was picking Harold up by his shirt off of the ground.

"NOTHING SIR!" Harold gulped as he was grasping for a chance to breathe.

"That's what I thought." Said a cocky Duncan as he dropped the dweeb back down to the ground. After that, he hadn't bothered Duncan all day. Duncan was just sitting on his bed thinking. Clearing his mind of all of his random thoughts about Gwen, Courtney came up behind him. He really wasn't in the mood for her cranky and annoying voice.

"Hey juvie." She said smiling as she snuck up behind him.

"Huh? Oh hey." Responded Duncan without looking at her.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

"Fine. Don't tell me. And you know, I'm still mad at you for your 'incident' with Gwen.

Duncan, you are such a flirt."

"If you're mad at me, why are you talking to me?" asked Duncan as he was trying to change the subject so she would go away.

"Because I know that little thing with Gwen was just a fad. She got her Goth girl hooks into you and dragged you into her cutting cave. Its her fault not yours." Explained Courtney as if she knew she was right.

He whipped his head around and faced his so called "Princess" while giving her a subtle death stare. He was pissed. "First of all, just cuz she's Goth doesn't mean she has 'hooks.' Second, she's Goth. She doesn't cut herself like an idiot. Lastly, it's just as much my fault as it is hers. And if you ever diss my best friend again… I won't be as nice to you anymore." Right after he said that discussion with Courtney he didn't know what to do but he just walked out of the trailer. He didn't know where he was going but he just kept on walking. Twenty minutes later, he found himself at the same bridge that he was at with Gwen on that night. She had really made an impression on him. Now whenever he had time, he would come out here to think or look at the stars like he did with Gwen. For him, this show was just a game. But the prize…the prize is to be alive when it's all over. Survival of the fittest.