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Hello, there. ;]

I'm Willow, the writer person. hehe.

So this is my first attempt, so go easy on please.

Even though, I do love constructive criticism, they make my writing better.

Oh, and by the way, please, please review! You are ones that make me keep on adding chapters, and if do I will give you, miniature stuffed Duncan! Now who doesn't want that? xD

Disclaimer;; I do not at all own, Total Drama Island, Jimmy Choo, Marc Jacobs, Wrigley's Juicy Fruit, or/and Bubblicious Watermelon Wave.

If I did I would make more DxC moments (TDI) and get all the shoes/ bags/gum I wanted. But sadly, I don't. :P

So without much further ado, Lips, Lust & Love

-W.

Lips, Lust, & Love

Chapter 1

Stuck In Middle With You

Regular POV

Courtney's pink Jimmy Choo stiletto high heels made a clickity-clack echo against the cold polished grey tile of the airport. Her left hand gripped her light crimson suitcase, while her right hand clutched on her black and white striped Marc Jacobs bag, containing her essential items; her passport, green card, tickets, lip gloss, blush, a tiny paperback romance novel, a travel sized mouthwash, toothbrush, toothpaste, one pack of Wrigley's Juicy Fruit gum, one pack of Bubblicious Watermelon Wave, her wallet, and some other necessities.

Courtney groaned loudly, causing other passengers to gaze at her expressionlessly. An emotion of awkwardness, and unwanted attention, swept into Courtney's head.

"Sorry..." she murmured out delicately

She sat down and took a romance novel out of her bag and began reading it.

But, she really couldn't concentrate on her book, her thoughts swirling around in her mind. Courtney had recently gotten a job offer for a respectable law firm in New York City, which she had accepted immediately. She had considered the job offer one of her accomplishments in life.

And for Courtney that was a lot, in view of of Courtney at least.

She smiled proudly, even though there was no one there that she knew, anyone could take a look at her and say that, without an uncertainty, that was the expression of confidence. Her lips clearly swollen with pride.

Courtney sighed in satisfaction, returned reading her book.

"…Faylene looked longly into the eyes of her boyfriend, a hunk of a man named Matt, he stared lustily back at her. "Faylene Ellen Agnes Whitfand," he started reaching to pull out something out of his pocket, "You are the love of my life. You make me so happy in everyday things. Faylene, you shine like stars in the wondrous vast sky. Will you… -"

"OH SHIT!" a loud voice boomed

Courtney woke up from her novel dream. Faylene was going to be proposed by Matt! Who dare ruin this fruity and sweet novel? She twisted her hand in fury.

A male individual gleamed up to her. He had on a black long sleeved tee with white skull on it, along with light yellow long sleeves. The male also had a loosely lowered dark blue shorts on, with tiny little white writing on it. Courtney would swear they were curse words. On his feet, were faded red Chucks with black laces on it. They looked well worn, either that or well loved.

Just one of many hideous things on his body was a dog collar that looked slightly like a choker. The dog collar was green, for the leather. And then was his striking face. Truthfully, it would have been beautiful expect for the fact there was piercings all over his face. Three on his right ear, one on his left eyebrow, another one on his nose, a curved one on his left ear, and when he talked there was one on his tongue.

It appeared to look like a small silver ball in his tongue. His lips were somewhat bent into a permanent smirk which he wore smugly on his face. The male's eyes were a type of unseen teal blue that reminded Courtney of exterior color of the lake she and her dad had went to every summer till she eight.

His eyes shone of this awkward innocence while the most part of his eyes, as far as Courtney could tell, twinkled with mischief and trouble. But what was outrageous of all was the bright green mohawk, gelled to perfection. It stood loud and proud on the top of his head.

There were plenty of other features on him, but those were the only ones Courtney had named after taking a second's look at him.

"Hmph." she whispered in a discontented manner.

By now she had noticed that that male, clasped a cellphone in his right hand and was talking to it rather swiftly, crossly.

"Tell my damn parole officer, to shut the hell up while you're at it!" he spoke harshly, and then ended the call. By the time he had done that, he finally noticed the feminine Courtney staring at him blankly.

"Like what you see?" he said his smirk growing broader and broader.

So that's all.

For now. :O

Should I continue it?

Like I said review, review! :]

-W.