A/N: This idea actually came to me during a state of paranoia and it just wouldn't leave me alone, so voila. Also, FanFiction has been a bitch to me lately and it took me a few days until the site decided to give in and finally upload this document. But yeah… Enjoy the story.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to the Total Drama series.

~~~ DESTRUCTION ~~~

Chapter 1

It was an awfully hot day in Ontario and most people would normally feel ecstatic about Summer, but a grunt could be heard from one person in particular. Courtney was shown to be slightly slumping over a nearby cafe table, resting her cheek on her outstretched arm. Looking down at the contents of her frozen yoghurt cup, the law student frowned, stirring the spoon subconsciously. As of this very moment, she was out at the ice cream parlour with Duncan. Normally she would be ecstatic to be with him, but he had decided to bring along his old friend, Gwen… Again.

Ugh. What a home wrecker.

Courtney silently glared at the goth in front of her who happened to be enjoying her sundae. She was currently in the middle of a conversation with Duncan and Courtney couldn't help but feel envious as the "third wheel". She grunted again as a plea for attention and Duncan immediately turned to her this time. The delinquent noticed the frown on his girlfriend's face and looked at her with those puppy-dog eyes, seeming to apologise as usual since he brought Gwen with them wherever they went.

The only reason why Courtney hadn't slapped the goth at this point was because she was an old friend of Duncan's who recently found out she had lung cancer and no place to live. Being homeless with the goth beforehand, Duncan felt it was right to invite his old friend to stay with them. Courtney naturally agreed, wanting to help the poor girl, but things were starting to change for the worst.

Courtney had a soft spot for those with cancer, or any other illness for that fact, but that does not mean that Gwen has the right to steal her boyfriend's attention from her. Just from observing the conversation in front of her, Courtney could tell that Duncan was somewhat fixated with the goth in front of him- even if he didn't know it himself. She wasn't stupid.

The same thing happened for the next couple of weeks. Wherever they went, Gwen ended up tagging along, and Courtney was starting to have enough. So it was when Duncan was casually digging through a box of Chinese food on the couch one night when a large cardboard box fell to the floor beside him with a loud thump. Duncan flinched in surprise, and after looking down at the box, he glanced at Courtney with his pierced eyebrow raised, curious of her actions.

"What are you doing, Princess?"

"I've had enough," Courtney said in a hushed tone, knowing that Gwen was asleep in the spare bedroom down the hallway. "We need to make a clean cut and it's time for you to make a choice."

Duncan looked at the law student, confused, so she sighed in frustration and continued. "Gwen has to go. It's either that or I'm leaving because I refuse to be second place when I'm supposed to be your girlfriend."

Unknown to both parties, Gwen was wide awake, laying on her side and listening to the conversation coming from the living room. She shuddered, not wanting to be the cause of a breakup.

"If you think I'm going to kick my best friend out of my apartment, then you've got another thing coming. She has cancer, Court! What do you expect me to do; kick her out of our apartment?! No!"

Courtney's eyes began to water. "Yes, I know, but it's because of this that our relationship is falling apart…"

Duncan looked at the floor, refusing to look at Courtney. "I don't know, maybe it's not meant to be…"

"D-Dunkie…"

"If that's your cue to make me cry, then don't even bother because one: I never cry, and two: we must have fallen out of love ages ago if you're coming to conclusions like this."

Gwen continued to listen, feeling more guilty than ever over this rift. She didn't want to be a problem to anyone, especially to Courtney after all the kindness and hospitality she has offered her. The goth just wanted to leave - but where would she go?

She continued listening for another good hour and a half until Courtney's sophisticated footsteps could be heard tattering away. It was most likely that she was never coming back, and Gwen's eyes felt heavy with guilt and the disturbance of sleep.

A/N: I actually wrote this back in March as a one-shot, but I was never happy with it so I decided to turn it into a 2-3 chapter fic for the sake of development. I hope you liked it! Review/favourite/follow if you want updates since I'm hoping to finish this story quickly.