Rest, Relaxation, and Reunion
Disclaimer: I still Don't Own Total Drama Island :P If I did, this totally would happen and Courtney wouldn't have been voted off XP
Rating: PG—PG-13 Due To Some Suggestive Little Themes and Slight Damage Done to Duncan's Face XD later on, though…
A/N: SPOILER!! This was a very interesting idea that I got after watching the newest episode of TDI where the teams are split up by sexes and The Guys win a trip to a 5-star hotel for winning the…disgusting…eat-off .-. I'm sorry, but it was really gross…Even Bad-Boy-Duncan puked XD I felt so sorry for him but I think this should make him fell better -evil grin- enjoy hehehe :3
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Two days away from that Godforsaken camp; what an amazing win! The Guys were pretty excited as they took the cruise to the fancy hotel. In the matter of only an hour or so, they reached the lavish hotel where they would be staying. The five looked up at the amazing look and feel of it all. It had many floors, each decked out with a balcony that could let whoever was standing there see a beautiful view out to the ocean. The smell of saltwater was fresh in their nostrils as they took their first few steps up to the lobby.
A young fellow, dressed up finely in what the campers believed to be his uniform, walked up to them, smiling widely at them. He had darkish hair and hazel eyes.
"Bonjour, Messieurs!" he said with a deep accent. Duncan immediately grabbed the man by the collar and glared heatedly.
"What'd you call me!?" he said irritably, obviously not knowing what the words the man had said even meant. DJ gently tapped the rebel's shoulder, causing him to look over his shoulder at him.
"Um," DJ began nervously. "He was just talking French, Duncan; he said hello," he explained calmly. The green faux-hawked teen widened his eyes before laughing nervously at the man he had nearly knocked the living daylights out if. Carefully letting go of his collar and dusting him off slightly, he apologized.
"Hehe…sorry, man," he said with a nervous grin. The young man frowned but managed to smile again.
"You young gentlemen must be the winners of Total Drama Island's most recent challenge," he told them. The campers all nodded at once. The man gave a small laugh. "Come this way then; I shall lead you each to your personal suites," he explained. The Guys looked at each other, excited.
"Personal suites!?" they asked each other simultaneously. "Awesome!" Eagerly, they followed the man into an elevator and awaited the arrival.
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DJ, Owen, Geoff, and Trent had been lead to their amazing suites, each personalized to each person's taste. DJ had a nature-like theme to it, with hammock in the balcony and a comfy green bed; needless to say, he loved it. Owen's had been Canadian Pride themed, with many Canadian merchandise and flags hanging form everywhere. There was also a special fridge in there for him, filled with food of various kinds. Geoff's was somewhat surfer-like, with boards hung around to decorate the room; his balcony also had a hammock. Trent's was made for music-lovers, like him; pictures of guitars of all types hung on the walls, with a few, even, on display.
Duncan was the last to be taken to his room. The man gave him his key card and bid him farewell, telling him to have a good stay. The rebel nodded and turned to his door. After seeing the other rooms, he was excited to see what his came with. Quickly opening the door, he stepped in and his eyes widened; it was beyond awesome.
One wall had a large-screen TV and, next to it, was a library of various CD's with a mixer in front with professional headphones and everything. Opposite that wall was the bed which was decked out in black covers with one main skull in the center, of course. Duncan grinned and chuckled happily before quickly jumping on his bed and landing on his back in his favorite relaxing position; with his arms behind his head. The bed even felt like it was made for him. Getting comfy, he closed his eyes and smiled.
"I could get used to this," he mumbled to himself. It sucked it was only two days; Duncan had never been pampered in his life and he was looking forward to it. Hearing his door knock suddenly, he opened one eye and looked over to it. Sighing slightly, he stood and walked over to it, opening it. On the other side was the rest of his team. They smiled from what they could see in his room.
"Wow, Duncan!" Trent complimented first. "They got you right on target, eh?" he asked playfully.
"Yup," the bad boy responded cockily as he looked over his shoulder to his room. "I have to say, even I was impressed." That was a lot, coming from Duncan. He looked back to his friends with a smile.
"So," DJ perked up. "We were thinking of heading to the pool; want to come along?" he asked kindly. Duncan nodded once.
"Sure," he responded. Grabbing his key card before leaving, the five of them walked to the elevator once again. Once they reached the lobby, they picked up some towels from the front office and headed to the outdoor pool. Yes, there was an indoor one but the day was much too beautiful to pass up. Duncan decided to stay at a seat, relaxing, while the others went into the water.
First spreading his towel over his long chair, Duncan then stripped his shirt off and sat down. Taking off his sneakers and such afterwards, he stayed in his cargo shorts and lay back. Pulling out a pair of jet-black sunglasses, he placed them on his face, closed his eyes, pulled his hands behind his head, and silently enjoyed the nice heat from the Sun above. He was very much content with his activity for the day; for two days, he could be pampered and spoiled to death but, all that really mattered now was just relaxing and taking a break from that crazy island. Even if it was only for two days, he tried to keep his mind off of it.
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"Yo Duncan." It was Trent's voice talking to him. The Juvenile wondered what the guitar-playing teen could want.
"What?" the rebel responded, not moving from his position and not bothering to open his eyes to look at the other teen.
"Dude." It was Geoff's voice this time. "I think Courtney's here." Duncan's blue eyes shot open and he glared at the other young man. Quickly standing, he glared at the two which had come to him.
"If this is a joke, I can easily make it so you'll never have kids," he told them both venomously, a vein showing slightly on his forehead and his blue eyes showing that he was very much serious. The other teens smiled nervously at the threat and shook their heads.
"No, dude, look!" Geoff said as he turned the rebel around so he could see a brunette that was at the other end of the pool. Duncan's eyes widened again; this girl did look a hell lot like Courtney. Unconsciously, he started walking to her. Very soon, he reached the brunette and could make out her face a little better, although she still hadn't noticed him. It really was her. With a grin on his face, he got ready to call to her.
"Courtney!" Duncan's eyes widened; that was not his voice. He looked in the girl's direction and saw another guy come to her side and hand her a drink. He was about medium build and currently shirtless in black bathing shorts. He had a short 'military' haircut, Duncan called it, and his hair was a deep black. The guy's eyes were also a perfect shade of bright green; they stuck out more than anything on his face. Not that he had anything else; unlike Duncan, this guy lacked facial piercing or oddly streaked hair. Not that he necessarily needed them; the guy looked pretty handsome. Duncan could only glare; he looked just a little too good to be around his Courtney.
The former CIT smiled slightly at the newcomer while Duncan could only seethe. But he couldn't bring himself to make himself present to her. Why, he didn't know. Sighing, he turned around and walked back up to his friends.
"What's up?" Trent asked, surprised that Duncan had walked away without killing the other guy. "Was it her?"
"Forget it," the rebel replied irritably. "I think she's found herself a new guy already," he told them, trying to hide his misery. Trent and Geoff could sense their rebellious friend's pain.
"I'm surprised that would stop you," the guitar player said, his voice low. Duncan glared at him.
"You honestly think that's what stopping me!? I could take that short-haired jerk with one hand tied behind my back!" he told them both angrily before crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Then why don't you?" Geoff questioned. The rebel's glare intensified in the blonde man's direction.
"I'm gonna go get a massage," he muttered, walking to his chair, grabbing his belongings, and heading back into the hotel. Trent and Geoff looked at each other and smiled.
"You thinking what I'm thinking, bra?" Geoff asked playfully.
"Oh yeah," Trent replied. The two brought their knuckles together briefly in the basic male agreement.
"I'm thinking it's time for a little 'reunion.'"
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A/N: Oh, this is going to be fun :3 Short but this will get better, I promise :D sorry if Duncan's a little…OOC…or anyone, for that matter –nervous grin- I'm still kinda getting used to them .-. Any who, please R&R, constructive criticism, no flames :3 thanks.