I have rediscovered marapets again! And to be honest, I go on that site more than FF.N, sorrys. My username is Etoiles. Send me a maramail, munchkins. :)

It was also my birthday on 8/5/2010; so I started this on my b-day. yay for me xD. It was alright. And the the truth is, that is actually pretty fun. :D

Enjoy, munchie munchkins.

-W.

Outcome -

"I'm on Team Gwen. Not because I like Gwen, but because Trent's a loser by choice."

Her past words ring into her ears like bells. Courtney troughed through the halls of Total Drama Action Aftermath backstage studio. Her head slung low, her usual tan face; pale, lifeless and speech diverted. That was just a stumble and fall incident right? The falling on top of each other had nothing to do with their emotions, feelings about each other. They were just friends. The words that had usually helped calm her from Duncan and Gwen's interaction had a opposite effect now.

"Idiot," she muttered. "I'm a friggin' idiot to believe everything."

"Are you alright?" a smooth, soft voice asked her delicately.

"Huh?-" Courtney started out, then realization being tossed at her face, she decoded that the voice was coming from none other than Trent, himself.

"You alright, Courtney?" His voice was as quiet and as calm as before. She had secretly like guys with soft voices; they made her feel protected and secure. Duncan's voice was rough and jagged, juvie had paid it's dues to him.

Of course, if she told any one that soft voices were her thing; she wouldn't be as the fearless, hard hitting, future lawyer she planned out to be. She would just be another normal girl with a average job; who liked nice guys. But always, again; Duncan had trashed and dumped her image already; so there was no loss for her if she confessed to anyone. But she didn't plot on confession anyways.

"Yes, I am good now, Trent." Courtney laced over the tears that were begging to escape. Damn. One fell.

"Aww... Courtney." How it felt so good to be called by my own name; my actual birth name, given to me by my parents. Not some a stupid princess, or babe or sunshine; to make it all feel better. Just my name. So good. So good, indeed.

With warning, or even my slightest imagination ever even thinking about it; he wrapped his arms around me. His scent was a smoky, woodsy scent mixed in with some floral flowers. Ever so eternally beautiful. Gwen, what were you thinking when you let this one go? He's a one in the million guy.

And without a word being spoken from either of them; they become friends. It was something pure from the heart, how they both found content in each other's flaws. Agreed to them without a contract.

This was friendship. A sweet one.

Conversations -

Courtney carefully closed the confession bathroom door, she was so breathing slowly, afraid someone might hear it. The door closed itself, and Courtney went and did something she had tried so many times before. The black, rectangular thing was turned on and brought to life; the colors graciously lightly the background.

A laptop. Hers, of course.

Instead of this time, it wasn't something for her lawyers. Oh no, she had got ridden of those lazy scumbags, ages ago. It was something else so personal. It had been a a tad bit difficult to smuggle the laptop past Chris and Chef, but she had managed, somehow. Courtney was going to have one of her conversations with Trent. A video chat conversation. She had done it so many times before after she had got onto TDA. His smoothing voice was all she need to get her game back into her.

It had been easy really. Chris had hooked up Internet access on the plane, for his own entertainment. At exactly 9:32, after his usual dinner of 1926 Felganrdro wine, lobster dipped in butter and creme fra de la boublee; he went online to see how many new members had joined his fan club. Getting the power plug inside the bathroom, had been hard for her to do herself; so Courtney bribed Cody to use his nerd/geek skills. The plug was there within a day.

Courtney sat down on the closed toilet seat, putting the laptop on well... her lap. The black box ringed with life; and soon Trent appeared, guitar loosely slung over his shoulder casually. He looked happy, and bursting my news. Courtney smiled; the usual Trent, so carefree and happy. Something she wasn't so lately.

"Hello, Courtney." Trent greeted her, a smile; luminous as the full moon.

"Trent." She acknowledged. "Anything going on with you lately?"

"Well, now that nearly all the Drama Brothers are here: Harold, Justin, me; we've working on a song. We also plan to share it at the Total Drama Finale at the Aftermath studio."

"Alright. Good luck with you, then."

"Is there anything wrong, Courtney?" Trent asked, using a face lined with real sincerity. There was no answer, but just plain silence.

"Courtney..." Again, he tried.

"Sorry, Trent, I just... why... why didn't I fall for you?" Cortney murmured, not making any eye contact with Trent.

"What are you talking about?"

"Trent, you're... you're perfect. You're everything any girl could as for. You can be tough when you want to be; but you have a soft approach. You can comfort people, you make them happy even when their down. Your treat girls like their diamonds, but you aren't as sleazy as Alejandro. You have everything a girl could want. So, why not you?"

Trent stared blankly at her. He then sighed and looked straight into her eyes, peering into her thoughts.

"Courtney, I think the reason why I fell in love with Gwen, was something out of the phase. It made me realize that she wasn't the one. The one I would stay with all my life. And as cheesy, as this sounds; it made me find the inspirations for all those popular, breakup songs for the band. It made me tougher, and stronger. And most importantly; It made me find you. Sometimes, a thing so devastating can backfire; and become something brilliant." Trent finally stated out to her, the words spilling and gushing.

"Trent... god, that... that was mesmerizing." Courtney whispered.

Oh, and btw; the couples will appear later on in the story; if it continues.

I'm thinking of turning this into either a two shot or three shot. Or should I just stay it at a one shot? What do you guys think?

R&R, please! :]