-Can't Get Way-

"We enjoy warmth because we have been cold.
We appreciate light because we have been in darkness.
By the same token, we can experience joy because we have known sadness.
-David Weatherford"

I was sitting down in the musty smelling girls' public bathroom. My makeup-took two painful hours to do- was a mess all over my face from the water my eyes made. Usually I would throw a hussy fit about sitting on tile that probably had bacteria that didn't have names yet, but I had my pride shot down enough. Expensive manicured nails ran through my now ruined curly hair, my right hand had the small Vu clutched to my ear tightly. My heart was pounding harder in my rub cage on each ring…

Ring… b-bump…ring… b-bump b-bump bump …ring… b-bump b-bump bump bump… "Courtney?"

"Compare the sins are, easily done once you. Had a taste of, perfection. Like an apple hanging from a tree, I picked the, ripest one. I still, got a seed."

The light tanned skin teen stared at the beautiful HD picture of the flat screen in the large living room. Her long skinny legs hung off the head rest of the over sized couch, mocha brown and caramel chocolate mixed hair being pulled by gravity from hanging up side down. Her head was feeling heavy as blood was drain to her forehead "…What you would do if, you were the one who was. Spending the night (spending the night). Oh I wish that I..." She closed her eyes tightly as Katy Perry kissed her lovers temple in the music video - she imagined herself kissing sweetly the sliver stud of a bad teen.

"He kissed my lips I tasted your mouth. Oh! He pulled me in…" Letting the voice of the woman in her mind she had her own memories to tare apart about.When her eyes opened to see the of the sadden woman lover being shot down in the forest. As the ebony haired women began crying while pulling her black netted veil over her face. The painful verse"…Your eyes, looking into your eyes."

"Ugh!" The heavy blood feeling gotten worse to the point she couldn't take it anymore. The teen shifted her body until she was lying down on the black cushions. Her absorbed coffee eyes stared back at the scene of black stiletto pumps moving against the sand, the small country home coming into view, finally closing the scene. The former CIT hands flew to the remote at her feet cutting the screen of when 'Helena' dark video started to fade on the screen.

'Thinking of You' held too many memories for her taste, but even knowing that never stopped her eyes from being injected with thousand of moments when the first verse came on. The teen probably could act out the whole video by her own self; it was more like an instinct than a simple habit. It made her feel weird since the ballad wasn't popular that much with everyone at school-kissing another female seemed more important than remising about a lost lover.

To cope with this strange problem-that's what she likes to call it- getting distracted works sometimes. Well sometimes is a strong way to put it. Flat ironing hair, cooking, typing those impossible long reports and anything else. The result end up not how she wanted them. Burning her ear, going off subject for five pages, singing along and the worse. The image of his warm lips pressed savaging against hers fire set off like a bomb.

The hanging upside down trick only made it worse. His blue eyes froze her heart.

She shivered, even if the house felt so toasty, a cold chill ran down her back. This made her feel even more silly-someone wearing a tight thin sweater hoodie, dark skinny jeans and comfy Uggs sounded very wrong. She missed her drug that kept the thoughts away for a long time. Those lips seemed more chiseled by an angel compared to those.

A ring of the doorbell pulls her from her pessimistic thoughts. She stared at the tall summer brown wood door for a few seconds-trying to think of what smart human is outside in this cold weather. Deciding to find out herself she lifted her bum from the warmed cushion. Walking rather gracefully to the door.

The cold Canadian air of December greeted the CIT first before her blond friend. Green eyes sparkled beautifully in both excitement and nervousness. "Hi Courtney!" she yelled it kind of sounded funny when her voice gets high pitch. The young teen was the same height as Courtney but she was much skinner to the point people always thought the darker teen to be 'thicker'. It rarely annoys Courtney that is until they go to Hollister- the way Bridgette can slid into the denim easily, the dark haired girl has to roll all over her bed before they finally button. As her once lover put it she just has more package than the other girls.

"Hello Bridgette." She greeted back smiling warmly. The two teens gave a small embrace. It all started out rocky between them, at first Bridgette didn't really care about Courtney-hence she wasn't one of the ones to fell sadden when she was voted of. The surfer female always thought of tanned girl to get along better with the boys than the rest of the females. When both of them started dating their wild teammates it seemed like their boyfriends 'hooked them up', rather than themselves. Also the good friends really pulled each other up from a dark time in their lives-only she ended getting help from another unexpected male.

"So what brings you here?" she asked as they pulled away from their hug. In truth the visit did surprise her a lot, and everyone knew how much she hated surprises. Usually she'll send text before anything. "You wanted to talk to me about something important?"

Her lips formed into a nervous smile. "Whassup thick momma?" a loud voice came from the snow covered yard. A tall blond male with a slim muscular build ran up to the stone porch. Geoff became real friendly with Courtney also over time. He once said that when she went to party with the boys she was a real cool 'bra' to hang out with. It seemed like her loose, wild, badass side pulled him to her rather than her good girl ego-the over achieving side was too scary.

His girlfriend gave him a warning glare at his greeting. The dirty blond male ignored it pulling Courtney into a one arm embrace-she could smell the mixture of perfume and cologne seeped into his navy American Eagle hoodie-she wrapped her arms around his back lightly. It was kind of hard getting use to hugging him in front of her friend he was -6'1 and still growing her head below his shoulder- it was like she could feel an angel ready to smack her. "Nothing much Geoff, just wondering what is you guys is here for." She answered as pulling away first.

Geoff made a puppy eye face, his brown orbs tearing up. He pulled a slightly irritated Bridgette into his chest whimpering hunching over a little so their winter blushed pink cheeks were pressed together "You don't want your best friends to be with you?" He jutted out an small lip-Bridgette rolled her eyes when add an's' to best friend.

Courtney let a giggle slip from her lips at his ridiculous display. When he was less dramatic he did get what he wanted from both girls-yes, when they began to get close headstrong Courtney was dazzled by his charms-something about brown eyes made her feel weakened. This time he wanted her to laugh so she gave it away to avoid anymore too cute acts.

A boyish grin featured on his handsome face, she noticed a small patch of beard hair on his clear skin. He kissed his girl on the cheek sweetly-trying to cheer back up-it worked she smiled lovingly back, kissing his cheek before he stood up straight. "Yeah, so we just came to drop by." Courtney didn't miss how the blond seem more calmer when he answered for her. "We needed to stretch we've been in the truck too long."

Courtney leaned against the wall of the door way, she saw past the couple to see the black pick-up truck sitting in the long curved drive way. She agreed with Geoff having three people squeezed in there didn't feel so comfy. No one wanted to sit in the backseat because Geoff like to the front seats adjusted to far back. Either have your knees pressed under your chin or be squished between two bodies.

But it was only just the two of them. "How were you guys squished?" She raised a thin eyebrow crossing her skinny arms under her breast.

Bridgette facial expression told half the story before she spoke. "Geoff let someone else drive this time." The said man tightened her closer to his side he shot her a toothy grin. "Not to mention Geoff's party stuff took up most of the little space left." She pointed her thumb behind her.

"Oh come on babe, I wasn't just going to leave my boy in the snow." He whined. Then his voice got deep and quitter "Besides are lips were much closer than our bodies… I could tell you liked it cause of the noise you was making." Courtney wished her ears would just burn right now. She wasn't jealous; she always is hugged up on her strong hard teddy bear in front of them-she just didn't eat his face in front of them.

"Well are two coming in or what?" she sighed. Might at well hurry and get it over with. Their conversation could block her from reminiscing about bright memories that begged to be thought about.

Bridgette took a couple of steps first dragging Geoff along. "Oh yeah, let me get my homeboy first." Courtney couldn't help but cringe a little; they must've been close-he only called Dj and his other Gopher teammates besides Tyler and Harold that. "Hey bro come one!" his voice got louder.

She saw the big door of the tuck fly open. The sight of white Converse with a black ink picture of a skull made her heart quickened up. She had given someone those same shoes for his birthday; he didn't wear them that much because they were going to dirty. The door was slammed shut. The male was wearing a skull ribcage hoodie with loose zip up jeans. Her heart fluttered when she began to look him up and down. He was tall, but a little shorter than Geoff by an inch; a muscular-not too big nor too small, perfect just how she liked them- build could be seen through the hoodie.

But sadly it was shut back down when she noticed he was wearing a back headband, the boy she knew would never wear something like that. His hair was at his neck, way too long not even green in it. He had on white shades, the boy she knew would never wear shades. Courtney noticed that they were only two outside; she turned around to go inside. She even didn't care if she wasn't being polite; she was too busy being angry at herself.

The sounds of shoes shuffling in the snow told her he was following. The expression on his face was so blank, but then almost forced that way. He closed the door behind them and didn't even bother to take off his shoes-Bridgette and Geoff didn't either- but it still annoyed her, he was acting like he been here before. The sound of Geoff loud laughing entered her ears, she wasn't sure if the male next to her heard it-his ears were covered by his hood.

The couple was embraced next to each other murmuring things to one of the others ears. When they noticed Courtney walk around the big couch to get to the giant Lazy Boi recliner, they had a guilty smile their mugs. "Oh I see you've met my homeboy huh Coco?" He asked as the quiet male sat in the twin recliner next to Courtney. 'Coco' was a personal nickname that Geoff gave her awhile back. His already grin stretched a couple inches, his teeth were sparkling. It looked like he was holding in a laugh.

"No I believe I haven't." She answered bluntly. In truth she hadn't have time to be thinking of other males right now. Her mind played an image of the dark skinned male getting out the pool, water raining from his wash board abs.

"For reals?" His voice was raisin and shock took his face. He leaned up from Bridgette-once again Courtney saw the nervous face she was making- and clapped his hands loudly. "Okay Courtney this is Adam." He pointed to the male that was staring at her intensely "And Adam this is my friend Courtney" The dark teen flashed Adam a sweet smile, its best to at least try and get along with him. She never knew when she was going to see him again, on the other hand if she did she wouldn't know-his face is covered up now not much to keep in mind.

"Well we better get going." Bridgette seemed had planned to say that perfectly. Her gaze was on the clock the whole time during the greeting. Her expression was blank now, but not enough to notice a hint of anxiousness.

"Your leaving already?" Courtney asked a little disappointment laced into her voice, and she still felt eyes on her from the person next to her.

"Umm… Yeah remember what Geoff had said?" she answered back avoiding looking into her brown eyes. Geoff lifted her out her seat by the hand that stupid grin never left his face. Adam acted like he was glued to his seat.

"Say Coco can you give us some drinks for the road?" Geoff asked clearly a snicker leaving his lips when Courtney turned around to the kitchen.

She pushed the double doors open, but heard the front door slam shut. The girl only thought they must've wanted to heat up the truck while they left. She opened the tall steel refrigerator to rummage for sodas-she wanted them cold for revenge of the two hiding something. She snickered at the image of her friends teeth chattering from their beverages.

The sound of the double doors being pushed came to her ears-Bridgette must've wanted to say goodbye in person or something. Then a gear in her head turned, there was no sound of the truck coming on- she remembered when Adam had gotten out the lights and engine was running. He got of the drivers seat, Geoff doesn't even let Bridgette drive his 'baby'-only one male has done it. Also he wouldn't let Bridgette get squished like that and Bridgette wouldn't do it for just anybody. Courtney closed the refrigerator-slowly like a robot-why didn't she think about this before? Most of all the only guy Geoff know that name is Adam was their former teammate and her former boyfriend's brother and he's a cop.

Courtney body twisted around. A loud gasp slipped from her mouth, it hanging wide open. She froze like a deer caught in headlights. The organ in her chest started to pound loudly in her ears. Her mind exploded with memories at the super sonic speed, it almost clouded her vision. But it didn't all she saw was…

Right across from her was him, he leaned his body casually against the marble stone counter. The hood was pulled down his neck being shown. The bandanna was stuffed into his pants pocket. The middle of his hair was green, but darker and dead-it wasn't spiky-the black ebony of his hair swept back much longer than when it was shaven-he had a bang now-. His studs on his face were white gold not silver, the metal sparkled beautifully from the kitchen lights. Sweet thin lips were pulled back showing his perfect teeth, a sexy grin took her breath away. Those amazing orbs that held her still, they were hot burning.

She was so angry at herself. All those scenarios of him coming back to her. Pictures of them seeing each other at school, the park, sidewalk, the mall, at a red light, hell even at fucking Wal Mart. The fury she held against herself now, after all these years she should've learned by now. Nothing goes the way she wants it. But of all the places in the big ass world why her kitchen?

The one that called her self a young woman felt like a child. His gaze was so intense, she could feel her body catching on fire from him, and all he was doing was standing there. Her body almost went on autopilot, jumping in her arms and be on him like the night of his birthday. Her sensitive bud was practically going to jump off and walk to him. She backed in the cold appliance for support of her weakened body.

"Princess…" the way that sweet smooth voice called her name. The name he gave her, Courtney almost sighed and lean her head back at his voice. He called it like prayer, -he needed her- his eyes said it all, no screamed.

Her mind went on overdrive again, the positions that he could order her to do. She'll do it to faster than a five dollar hooker. The name slipped from her lips as if he owns her "Duncan…"

Next thing she knew his forehead was pressed against hers. The heat in between them blazed at a high rate. They seemed in sync as their breaths mingled together intoxicating the both of them. His strong hands pushed against the cold frige, she kept her hands at her side scared she might rip his shirt right off. She couldn't tare her eyes away from his lust filled orbs. His breathing slowed down "Princess…"

Courtney breathing slowed down when he called her name. His face moving closer to her, her heart pounded to the point that it ached uncontrollably in her chest. If it burst out of her right now and spilled all over the marble tile she wouldn't even be surprised. Feeling warm heat brush her face, she woke up… An image of those perfect teeth blinding her eyes. Adonis carved arms scooped her up in his warmth crushing her to his chest.

Her nails gripped his hair, she almost herself-it felt so much thicker than before, but softer than before. She snapped her self back into reality again. Pulling at his hair as hard as she could she thought it was going to work this time like before.

In disappointment all Duncan did was shut his eyes close and hiss out a moan. She forgot the criminal was a masochistic lover, he probably was sporting a hard on from that move. His lips didn't move an inch form hers. Her next try was scraping her nails right against his neck as hard as she could, attempting to scar the pale skin.

Success was known when a loud yelp hurt her ears. Placing both arms on his broad shoulders before he could react she pushed him off her. Duncan body backed into the marble counter a good four feet from her. "What the hell Princess?!" The male yelled, rubbing his neck with his left hand-Courtney guessed she hit a tender spot. "You're trying to fucking to kill me?"

"Excuse me?!" She screeched back to him staring at him like he lost his mind. "You come up in my kitchen and try to kiss me? And get mad when I scratched you?!" She pointed her nail in his face again "Hell yeah I should fucking kill you! How in the hell you get in my house?!" Her anger seemed to burn through her heart, stopping it from beating like before.

Duncan held his hands up to show innocence and to defend himself from the CIT-he'd been hit by her before it only hurt in certain parts-but even knowing that didn't keep the cocky smirk off his face. "You can ask your blond friends about that one" His smirk went away from the change of face she made after both heard a noise of brunt rubber screech on icy driveway.

Courtney ran out the through the double doors of the kitchen-she ignored the fact how he calmly followed her out too. The living room was empty only the light trails off the wet footprints of their shoes. Quite gracefully she hoped right over the leather oversize couch-where the backstabbers had seated themselves in- when she landed on her feet Duncan made a loud whistle noise. She ignored it again, swinging the door open with too much force.

The midnight Ford F1-50 wheels backed up so fast the humongous beast almost crumbled Courtney's stone mailbox. It was down the snowy road in less than 2 minutes. Duncan's booming laughter echoed after the roar of the trucks engine. She screamed out in frustration, Duncan's laughter only got louder.

He'd followed her too see his homeboy and girl get their blond heads being chewed out-just like he used to-boy was this going to be funny. He could see the couple shaking in pure fright as the princess turned into a she-devil right before their eyes, he smiled at that. His little demon princess.

But they way those two hauled ass. Priceless! They just made it worse. Back then when Courtney used to be pissed at him he took it like a man. Running away from her only made her get even angrier and took longer for her to get over with it. Case and point Harold, most likely would've just got chocked and kicked. But no, like a pansy he hided until Courtney found him, he got beaten by a light post and twisted in ways most humans shouldn't be.

He almost felt sorry for the poor geek…Almost is a big word with a little emotion.

After his laughter died down he closed the front door behind him to join his girl in the warm leaving room. She was seated in the recliner like earlier, her nails were typing furiously against the tiny Vu, and he could almost read what she was texting the way she growled. Throwing himself in the large couch he caught the glare the teen threw at him-the phone was know clutch to her ear-instead of cringing away he glowed. How he missed that face of hers.

His good ears could hear the dial tone and rings. "Hey this is Bridge and…" a childish giggle came from her along with kissing noises-it didn't take Dexter to figure out what was going on. "…Stop… Geoff! …Cut it out!" Courtney face showed irritation she pulled the phone away from her ear a moment to punch a key in. "Leave a message after the tone" the robot voice came on. Duncan's eyes glinted in anticipation. Oh they were gonna get it!

Once the 'beep' tone was heard all hell broke loose. "Bridgette, we've known each other for awhile now. You're probably the only female I've been friends with out of all the time as a child and teen." Oh hell she was being the nice Courtney, but Duncan reminded himself to wait and be patient. "But I have to say the actions you and Geoff today did …totally unacceptable." Her proper voice was going away. "I don't know who or what the hell you two were thinking or planning because obviously it ain't work!" He knew her so well. "What gives you the right to keep this shit from me?! And now that I think 'bout this Geoff must've thought of this master plan! I should've clucked his teeth out when I had the chance!" Duncan smiled at that Geoff probably going to shit his pants when he heard that one. "And listen up here fucker, yeah I 'm talking 'bout you party boy! Pull that shit again with me and I'll whoop your ass so hard Bridgette won't be able to recognize you! I hate mother fucking surprises!"

Duncan held back a laugh since she was glaring at him the whole time-he probably already had a scar from those pretty nails form earlier. "And you had the nerve to haul ass when I found out, nice try Blondie I got both your addresses you dumbass! My cars out back, I can come chase after you!" This time he threw a pillow over his lips, he really didn't want to get in trouble right now. But he couldn't help remember the time he rode shot gun as Courtney chased after a crazy fan of his in a car one time-never piss Princess off at a drive threw and you're the one on foot-good thing the chick was a track star. "You'd may as well took that ass whooping, and then running away just made me even more pissed. When I see your ass again, you better believe that its open season on blondes now." Her voice all of the sudden got sweet again, too sweet at the ending. "Bridgette be so kind and let that joke of a boyfriend of yours listen, okay?"

"Let out all your anger out Hun?" Duncan's voice followed after she punched the end key on her phone stuffing the phone under her. She lifted her knees to her chin as another dangerous glare came at him again. The criminal ran his fingers through his thick grown out hair; he shot back a toothy grin.

Silence filled the air. The two were just staring at random places in the light up living room. Looking at the other when they wouldn't look at them in the eye. Courtney felt her heart speed up once again-slower than the time in the kitchen-the only thing separating them was a thin glass coffee table. That fact didn't calm her down an inch- when he wanted something enough nothing could stop him- she felt sorry for the table it didn't stand a chance against his strength. She was also angry that her memories weren't in her mind, only the ticking of the clock she just noticed; they had that blasted thing for years. To think it took seeing him again-in person- to stop seeing him in her mind. The human thinking system was a terrible thing.

Duncan was looking at Courtney the whole time she thought things through. Her hair was grown out draping over her shoulders now, they rest was pulled back by a messy army of pins. He liked it though; she was a natural beauty like Bridgette, noticing their close friendship she must've picked up some of her styles-just tweak them in a preppy class. He rather her not wear make up in truth, it only brought out little details. The criminal turned pink when he started at her powerful large brown eyes, those orbs were going to be the death of him.

"You're still so beautiful…" The words made Courtney eyes grew so large at that moment. "Hair a bit longer than I remember, but I kind of like it now that I keep looking at it." She started to feel a little self conscious about they way she tied it up, how was she suppose to know he was coming over? That annoying organ in her chest pounded again, she actually cared what he thought of her. "You lost some tone to your tan. Don't get outside much anymore?"

"It's December Duncan." She mumbled under her breath only looking at her Ugg covered feet.

He had heard her with his good ears. "Babe I've seen you last winter and you were darker then." He grinned at that memory. "You still look hot. It's a good thing that your body hasn't change. Nice and thick curves in all the right places…"

"Shut. Up. Duncan!" Courtney screamed out at him, her cheeks were painted red. Only she sounds of the ticking clock were in their ears again.

"We've run out of words, we've run out of time...

Its best we don't talk anymore."

"So how have you been the last few months?" He asked less than a second later.

Courtney couldn't help but snort at that. "Few months?" she repeated after he gave her a confuse look. "Well honestly it seems you didn't have a calendar with you those 'few months'." She sighed as those memories of her time without him filtered her mind. "Well, me and the others from the Island have gotten closer." The CIT decided to skip her relations with each one especially the special one, her heart sped up again. "I've been elected for student class president and president of four other after school clubs. I got first place in five speech contest about conflicts and positives with teens and I should be getting my acceptance letters in the mail soon…."

"Wow their look like I've was worried over nothing Princess." Duncan ended her coldly. The way she cringed away deeper in her seat told her he was right-she knew what he was saying. She was hiding something under all that good news and something sounded wrong when she mention being closed to the other Islanders-he ain't miss that smile she made. Shit she hated half of them. "Thanks for the sugar covered report."

He sighed out when he saw her sadden face. "Look babe, I'm sorry I got mad at you." He started to scratch his thick long hair when her mocha orbs were staring at his teal eyes. "I guess I don't deserve to know, but I need to ask you something…" He waited until he got her full attention. "Can I stay here? You know for a little while?"

"No." Simple, she didn't even have to think of her answer at all. Like an instinct to that question. She breathed in until her lungs started to hurt and let all the air out. "How could you ask me that? You left for months and you'd expect me to let you stay?" Her nails ran through her long bang that almost resembled Duncan's-only more styled instead of natural. "You didn't even bother telling me where you were going."

Duncan sighed; he knew damn well this was coming. "Princess I left for something every important. I wasn't going to leave for no reason and be gone all this without seeing you all that time." He looked into her eyes deeply this time; he wanted to know he was telling the truth with all his heart and soul. "I will never had done that to you."

Courtney felt that barrier she built against him crashing down when he looked her in the eyes. Thos amazing pools of emotion and teal, the ice that she saw in them on the Island were long gone. She turned her face away blushing, "Why didn't you tell me then?" The teen was still putting up a strong fight; her walls were not going down that easily.

"It was… too dangerous…" His eyes were now darkening the way his bottom lip was moving downward, she almost wanted to comfort him. "I couldn't tell you then what was going on, it all was happening too fast. My family and I were in too deep shit… to have anyone's involved with that would be careless." Duncan sunk his head further in the couch his eyes looking at the roof as if his memories were being played up their, and he was narrating the blurry story in little details. "We had to do it, and I had no choice… and to be honest if I did… I still would have left you." He heard the said girl gasp, he waited for her to comment, and she only stayed quiet. "I didn't want you to be involved with that kind of danger. Not in a situation that I couldn't have any control… I barley had a chance to protect myself without help. If you would've been in it… I'd had to take you away from your family…"

Courtney cringed at the thought of leaving her mother and father…for a long time. They trusted Duncan-he fought an alligator for her that's proof enough- not to mention her mother adored him. To leave them with out any clues of her whereabouts, that's a complete nightmare for a parent who cares for their child. Courtney would've never be able to forgive herself for hurting her parents-after all they've done for her- their trust in her would be blown away. And if she was in Duncan's situation she would, have left with her parents, any human with a heart would do that it's an instinct. But not even able to call him…

Duncan continued when he known she thought it through enough-he still wasn't looking at her- "… I didn't want to cause you so much pain, but I had to make a decision…" He pulled his back form the cushions of the couch, shifting his body to sit in the normal way. His intense gaze held Courtney orbs still. " I rather risk not seeing you, and knowing your still on this earth-that I have time to see you-, somewhere that's safer than with me. But I wouldn't live knowing that you're…gone… I'd never be able to see you anytime… all just because I couldn't stand not being with you. I refuse to make a stupid decision… a selfish decision that cost your life."

Those words crashed into her wall, it shook them like an earthquake. "You didn't even call…"

Duncan reached into his large hoodie to dig out a cell phone bigger than Courtney's Vu. She was almost pissed as he seemed to punch in keys like he was through with their conversation. She noticed he had a red LG XENON, which was weird she saw him have a Voyager when he left.

"You're like an Indian summer in the, middle of a winter like a… hard candy, with a, surprise center. How do I, get better when, I've had the best? You said there's tons of fish in the water…So they waters I will test…"

Courtney heard the muffled lyrics phone being played under her. She hurried and reached for the phone punching the answering key without look at the Id. "Hello?" her shaken voice answered.

Duncan pulled his cell to his ear. "Hi sweetheart!" his voice boomed in her ear. She was about to yell at him for being silly- "I just got my phone back today and you're the first person I called since its been turned on. I wasn't able to call you; your safety always comes first than my emotions." Courtney stared blankly at her feet. 'My...emotions?' "…Princess I've missed you since I walked out that front door. I wanted to see you so badly. I saw you in my mind everyday… I still see you in my head even now. My dreams are filled with your face, your body and your voice; they chase after my nightmares of not being with you. Either way I'm filled with an aching feeling of my heart breaking...."

"'Cause I'm not coming back I'm closing the door

I used to be tripping over missing you..."

"No!! Stop it!" Courtney hung up the phone dropping it right on the plush carpet; it bounced off her boots landing somewhere she didn't care. Her hands clamped over her ears, trying to block the sounds of his addicting voice. He called her name in concern. She shot out her seat to run up the flight of steps, her heart was hammering in her chest at the distance between. But she had to get away before her wall came apart, she built them, but not alone that heavenly angel helped. She wanted only the creator of those walls to be let in, not the person who made it possible.

Finally getting to the top she dashed to the right past four other rooms to the last one. Duncan ran right after her, taking two steps at a time. He wanted to throw himself over the rail if that was what it meant to stop her from being hurt by him. Then again he knew only he could be the one to heal the wounds he cut into her skin. Maybe he could get rid of the scars as well. He knew exactly where her room was-after making out in every room possible, twice- the fifth door. The giant pink glittery plastic tiara was not hard to miss-he almost tried to figure out why she kept his gift-not to mention it had the words 'Courtney's Room' on the golden name plate nail into the dark wood door.

She heard the sounds of her door being creaked open-there was no use of the lock he would pick it- Courtney tried to run to her huge walk in closest. Duncan arms wrapped like a viper around her waist she couldn't feel the carpet under her feet for a moment. Duncan wished for a moment he didn't touch her, his heart began to hammer harshly in his chest. His powerful arms felt jolts of electricity against her waist-he felt her breathing begin to speed up- this was the first time he touched her since that painful day- he had to control himself from holding her tightly to his chest to comfort her. She started to thrash in his arms wildly like a rebel being held by a cop. Courtney had an idea ping in her mind when she thought of that, the memory of Duncan being held back by one of his brothers when he was trying to kick some dudes ass one day. Mimicking him perfectly, she thrust her head forward for a moment holding still, then flying her head back right into his forehead.

Duncan felt like the time his big cousin threw a plastic baby cup at his head. They were arguing one moment then she got pissed and clucked his head with the Dora bottle-he was too faraway for her to punch him- it wasn't too painful, but ain't like it hurt like a bitch half an hour later. He was twelve at the time.

He's sixteen now, and that little move Princess tried didn't even lose his grip. He just felt like a headache was coming soon. It didn't take her forever to figure out her plan ain't work out that well. Her walls felt like they were being squished this time, his arms were so warm and inviting the memories of these arms were both good and bad. She tried to push them off her, but his skin was so smooth and hard, Courtney almost moaned in content. Duncan decided he had enough of this. "Up you go."

Courtney felt her feet not being on solid ground anymore "Aaaaahhh!" she screeched in terror as she was flung across the room. The sight of the carpet in her view while airborne. "Shit!" She closed her eyes not wanting to see herself hitting the floor. But only the feeling of bouncing on soft surface came to her face. She bounced three more times before opening her eyes. She looked face first at her jumbo 30" tiger stuff animal. Duncan's loud laughter filled her ears when she'd cursed. "Duncan!"

Twisting her body around-one of her pillows in hand- she was about give a sound beating with her choice of weapon. Duncan crouched down avoiding being hit by the large pillow-he smirked when he heard it crash into something large, the way her face looked was priceless. He sprang on her large bed when she turned for another choice of what to beat him with. She gasped at feeling his hands grip at her waist again- her tight sweater had ridden up during her flying session Duncan sent her through- his warm hands sent sparks across her exposed skin. Twisting around again her eyes saw Duncan at her feet; he was on his knees his playful grin painted on his handsome face. He felt his heart speed up at feel of her skin under his hands, her smooth tight stomach exposed to his eyes, her skin was even more paler there than usual. He felt his face get hot from the desire to want to kiss her skin, just like his hands it was like his mouth was made to fit her.

A wicked plan formed in his dark mind, Courtney gasped as his blue pools darken two shades. She moved her hand frantically on her bed looking for something of defense to attack this criminal, her chocolate orbs never left his face. He slide he body down toward him in a flash, her sheets being dragged under her body. He planted his hands above at the sides of her hands when her bum hit his knees; Courtney slammed a heart shaped pillow right on his head. Duncan snorted clamping his perfect teeth onto the pink weapon when she tried to slap him with it. "Let go you ogre!" His laugh was muffled when she tried to pull it away from his mouth and the fact she used such a small insult while a couple minutes ago she was cursing like a sailor over the phone.

While she was distracting struggling with his mouth and the pillow his hands flew to her sides. Courtney mouth made an 'O' before a bell like laughter spilled from her mouth. Duncan continued his tickle attack while a warm adoring smiles never left his face- he threw the pillow across the room when her grip loosened on it. A warm feeling rose up from his stomach at her peaceful face his heart swelled up with happiness as she pleaded for him to stop. Her little hands kept trying to attempt to push his hands away; she felt the air all over her stomach now. But Duncan made sure to pull it back down every time he saw a hint of lace come to his view. He didn't want to rush it.

As little time went by his hands slowed down and her fighting weakened more until the point she felt spent. Duncan wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with his thumb. He slid them back down to hold her face in his palms carefully. The teen felt his breath being stolen out his chest without even thinking of the consequences he leaned his head right above hers, their lips inches away. Courtney opened her eyes to see his pale eyelids, her heart jumped right into her throat when his lips were going to drop on hers. Duncan moved his lips down to feel her soft ones....

Courtney felt the heat of his soft lips press against her chin. She sighed in relief and by the way his eyebrow narrowed he wasn't happy. She'd moved her chin upward just in time to save hers from his kiss. A grumpy Duncan moved his lips from her chin slowly to hover his body above Courtney's he leaned his weight on his hands locked on her sides. "Why won't you let me kiss you?" he voice came out frustrated, but it seemed to hold back the term. 'What the fuck?! Let me kiss you!'

The dark teen only look at him blankly her mask was back on, he started to think she had some kind of wall built against him. If only he knew. She sighed pulling her sweater down over her stomach. "It's wrong." She said flatly. Her mind began to wonder to the Adonis again seeing his sweet lips mash against her softly.

Duncan famous scowl formed on his face as he tried to decode her words. As much of girlfriends he had those words began to sound remember, he'd just wished he could know how. A loud noise rumbled between the two and his face reddened. The CIT eyes widen in amusement. "Oh be quiet Princess, you act like it never happened to you before."

Courtney eyes watched him like he was a movie, well more like a horror movie. Never in her life did she see someone attack food like that since Owen ate fake food in front of millions of people around the continent. What made it worse that the plate looked just like they bought it, so clean you can see your pores. Hard to believe she had it slammed with a mountain of barbecue boneless ribs and fries from her left over's in the fridge. While the satisfied male downed a brand new liter bottle of Pepsi- straight from the bottle- she finally asked something that's been scraping in her head. "How did you get here?"

The bottle hit the table a second after that-half of it gone- a burp followed after. Duncan wiped his sleeve across his mouth a smirk hidden behind it. "I thought you'd never asked."

AN:

Disclaimer: I don't own the Total Drama Island-Total Drama Action characters and original plot. The song lyrics of 'Thinking of You' belong to Katy Perry and her writers etc. I don't own the lyrics of 'Its Over' they belong to Jesse McCartney. At the beginning of the chapter it states who quote it belongs to.

But I do own the story I'm writing please do not steal my idea and please don't use this as a reference or base your own fiction/fan fiction of this. I did this all on my own.

Okay this is my first fiction on this website and I hope to continue this all the way to the end. I wanted to do a TDI/TDA fiction because.... I really don't know. But please review if I get at least ten or nine I continue this story. I want you all to be honest with me I'm actually really nervous.

About the story/chapter: This ain't a songfic by the way it just so happens the songs almost deal with the story. Also this story is rated T for now but the rating does goes up, I think a rating should have nothing to do with a story, but I do want to respect everyone's opinion. The title 'Just like TV' came to me out of nowhere. Now this chapter was suppose to be longer, I have a map out of this before I write and then I put the details in. Well..... I put in to much detail. I think if you print this out it comes out over ten pages.... oh dear.... So this is part one part two might be a tad bit shorter sorry..... it took me two weeks to write this chapter because my obsession with games.....oh dear..... All the cast it included with this fiction no OCs sorry I find them a huge pain in the ass, some authors make them a bit too perfect. As for Duncan's family look it up on the Total Drama Island and listen to reruns they explain about each of their families. At first I thought Duncan had a sister but her actually has brothers, so I changed it to cousin

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