A/N: Trying a little something out here. I don't know all of the details yet. Just gonna see where it goes.
It didn't work out according to plan. But then again, with him, nothing ever does. All we did was fight, fight, fight. Well that's not true. We have great moments too. But I suppose those didn't outweigh the negatives. But it's too late now anyway. The show was over. We live far from each other. And now I'm moving, so we'll be even farther away. If only I could remember where he'd told me he lived so I could know exactly how far away from him I'd be and so I could stay as far away from that place as possible.
Halifax. That was to be my new home. It wouldn't be anything like Winnipeg. Or at least that's what I'd heard. I looked down at the photo album that was in lap and began flipping through it. It had a million different things in it. Pictures (of course), post cards, letters, a variety of things. It was big and bulky. It even had a little place to put small objects. It started with baby pictures of me and then family photos and then school photos. Then I came to the section that I had always skipped. My Total Drama Island/Action section.
It held… too many… memories… I guess you could say. It was not something I enjoyed looking back on or thinking about. But maybe for once I should.... There were pictures from challenges, inside the cabins from when us girls just wanted to stay up late and talk (mostly just Bridgette and me), and then I kind of… sort of… may have taken A TON of pictures of him. But that's not important!
I kept going through the pictures. So many of them were of him. Each one made me feel differently. Some angry, some happy, some sad, some frustrated. It just depended on the picture. I couldn't figure out what it was he did to me.
"Courtney? What are you doing?" my mom asked me. Quickly I shut the photo album. I heard something crack inside but ignored it. It was then that I realized the couple of tears that had fallen down my face.
"Nothing, nothing at all," I muttered. She didn't bother to look back or even to look at me through the rear view mirror. Instead she just said, "Okay," and returned to her magazine.
I rolled my eyes and reopened my photo album. I unzipped the little pouch that was on the inside cover where I kept little things that meant something to me. Inside were a few notes, a tiny memory card, and a skull. The skull… that's what cracked. I grabbed it and held it out. The crack went almost directly through the middle of the top. The thing was nearly split in half.
"No, no, no, no!" I whispered. I grabbed my glasses case out of my bag and wrapped the skull in my glasses cleaning cloth and gently placed it back in the pouch. I carefully closed the photo album and set it down next to me. I laid my head down on my pillow and drifted off to sleep. It was going to be a long drive.
It was another boring day at my stupid boring school. Ugh. Class had just gotten out and I was standing at my locker with my friend, Drew. He was rambling on about some stupid chick he'd hit on but then she shot him down and how pissed off he was and blah blah shit. Drew was cool, except when he complained about stupid shit like this. I rummaged through my messy locker trying to make it look like I was doing something but apparently someone can't take a hint. As I rummaged I found something I had shoved way into the back of my locker. It was a photo and a note. I smoothed them out but before I could really look at them Mr. Reinke came over.
"Get to class! Both of you!" he snapped.
"Fucker," I said under my breath.
"God damn delinquents," He muttered.
I rolled my eyes, slammed my locker shut, and walked away with Drew trailing behind me.
I trudged into history, eyes staring at me as I made my way to the back of the room where I took my seat. I didn't do a thing except get my iPod out, crank it up, throw my hood up, and cross my arms against my chest. Mr. Walters looked at me and did the same thing he did every day, signaled for me to quiet down my music so he could teach his precious little lesson. After a couple of years most of my teachers had stopped bothering to tell me what to do. Apparently I'm just "un-teachable" and "un-disciplinable". Whatever.
I took the crumpled up picture and note out of my pocket. It was her.... But it was a version of her I'd hardly ever seen. I knew what the note said. No way was I going to read it in here. So I shoved it back into my pocket and kept staring at the picture. She was completely out of her element. I remember that day. She'd gone for a walk or something and I followed her. You know, to make sure she didn't get hurt or something. I mean come on, it was dark out!
(Flashback)
She stood up randomly in the middle of our… "dinner"… one night, after one of our challenges. She didn't look all too happy. She glanced at me and then realized the confused/concerned look on my face. She looked at me for a couple more seconds, then rolled her eyes as though she was trying to make it seem like something wasn't wrong. Then she walked out. No one else but Bridgette had noticed her sudden absence. She looked at me and motioned to the empty chair that sat across from me with her eyes. I shrugged my shoulders quickly, stood up, and walked out.
Immediately I was overcome by the dark. The only light came from the moon that shone brightly. I wasn't sure where she'd gone, but I had an idea. And I had to know what was wrong with her, I just had to. I didn't bother to go back and find a flashlight, chances are she'd have one so I'd know that'd I'd found her when I saw the light.
I walked down a path that led directly back to the campsite, that way I knew where I was going. Didn't really want to get lost out in this god forsaken place. It was hard to tell where I was, everything looked exactly the same. I thought maybe I had been going in circles until I heard a loud, "Shit!"
I knew exactly who that was. I recognized the voice and all its perfection.
I shoved some bushes out of the way, revealing her sitting on a large rock, holding her hand. From the low light I could tell there was some sort of liquid on her hands.
"Courtney?" I whispered, emerging from the bushes. She stared at me, eyes wide, red, and puffy like she'd been crying.
"D-Duncan," She stammered, "you f-followed me?" She wiped her eyes quickly and stood up, dropping her hand against her thigh. "Ow! Ow ow ow! Fuck!" She yelled. She held her hand once more.
I moved next to her and gently grabbed her hand. "Hey, whoa, whoa, what'd you do to yourself?" There was a large gash in the middle of her hand."Jesus, Courtney."
"I tripped." She stated coldly, taking her hand back. She took a couple steps back so there was more distance between us. She stared at the ground and sniffled a little. I saw her wipe her eyes again.
I sighed and sat down on the rock she was sitting on before. She looked up and then sat down on the ground. She pushed her hand to her to her stomach, as if to ease her pain.
"You know, you should probably go get that checked out." I said.
She shook her head and said, "No, I'm-" she stopped and held her breath for a minute "-okay."
I laughed and stood up. I took my shirt off and ripped off the sleeves. "Come here." I said. She shook her again. "Courtney," I said sternly. She shook her head again. "Do you want help?" She shook her head. "Fine. Goodbye then." I turned, put my shirt back on, and started to leave.
"Duncan wait!" she called.
I stopped and smirked. I turned towards her.
"Now do you want my help, Princess?"
She glared. "Yes, I do."
I laughed and walked over to her. I wrapped her hand in my sleeve.
"Alright, let's go." I started to leave until I realized she wasn't following me. I didn't understand. Wouldn't she want to get some sleep so she could be ready or whatever for tomorrow? She was that sort of person. Always prepared and whatnot.
"Are you coming?" I asked.
"No," she hesitated, "you go ahead. I'll catch up." She gave me a weak smile. As if that could reassure me that she would be okay, yeah right.
I frowned and sat back down on the rock. I stared at her. Something was wrong, but how do you get Courtney to break down her shell and let you in? I contemplated this for a moment. I kept looking at her. She sighed and walked over and sat down on the ground next to me. She yawned.
"Tired?" I asked her.
"A little." She replied, her voice small and shy. She looked up at me. I looked down into her gorgeous dark onyx eyes. I was lost in an eternal bliss every time I looked into them. She was the most perfect thing in the whole world.
She yawned and looked away. Then she leaned her head on my leg. After maybe five seconds she jolted up. She looked up at me again, blushing.
"Sorry about that…" She muttered. I smiled and laughed slightly.
"Don't be, it doesn't matter to me." She smiled and leaned her head back on my leg. Then she fell asleep. That was when I took the picture of her. She was asleep and small smile had spread across her face.
I carried her back to the camp, got her hand fixed up in the infirmary, and took her back to her cabin.
(End Flashback)
Fuck. I think I miss her.
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