AN: Wow, it's been a while since I posted something on this site. Too long. But, I've been gone. Ah well, I'm uploading now.
So I was just listening to this song, and I was like "Oh my gosh! Courtney!" and from then on I couldn't not write a story about it. And I really don't care if it's been done multiple times before. I needed to write it, or my head might have exploded. This might be my last one-shot for a while though, considering I'm going to re-write one of my multi-chaptered stories (Scripted). So if you'd like, keep an eye out for that. It should be out soon-ish.
Anyway, enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: Don't own the song (it's amazing though. Go listen to it. Now.) or Total Drama.
Picking up the photo of Duncan and I, I can't help but smile. We were so happy back then. Back before Total Drama changed me for the worst, and he kissed Gwen. But you know the saying, what goes around, comes around. Not even a month after Total Drama was finished, Duncan caught Gwen kissing one of the fans, and that was the end of that relationship.
This picture brings back so many memories. Memories from back when I thought that everything Duncan did was right, no matter how bad they were. I thought he would never lie to me, and that he could do nothing wrong. I laugh, wondering what I could possibly have been thinking then.
I put the picture back down. No one understands why I keep it, and if you asked me, I couldn't answer. Because I don't know myself. I'd like to think it's because I'm over him, but I'm not. Not completely. I probably never will be. But that's okay, cause I know how to deal with it now. Looking at the picture doesn't make me sad anymore; it makes me happy, for too many reasons to name.
My mind flashes back to the night Duncan caught Gwen. He was at my house, tears in his baby blue eyes. To say I was shocked was an understatement. I had never, in my life, seen Duncan cry. He looked up at me, and told me everything. I just blinked. He was sad and hurt, but, I didn't care. Not anymore.
It was in that moment that I realized he didn't deserve all the tears that I had cried for him. Not after what he'd done to me. I guess that's why I stopped crying myself to sleep at night. I gave him a hug, told him it'd get better, but didn't invite him in. He seemed to know I wouldn't, so letting his shoulder slump, he walked back to his car and drove away, while I thanked whoever was up there that he'd blown it.
With that memory comes another. A memory of putting a white gown on, and lowering a veil over my eyes. When my best friend Bridgette, walked in looking a little worried. I shot her a questioning glance.
"He wants you back, you know." She said. I didn't have to ask who he was, and she didn't say. I already knew. Duncan. She was afraid that I'd run back to him. I laughed.
"Then he shouldn't have let me get away." Bridgette smiles back at me, hands me my bouquet of flowers, and one after the other, we walk down the aisle.
During that walk, I catch a glimpse of Duncan sitting in one of the pews, looking uncomfortable in his suit. I think of what Bridgette told me, that he wanted me back, but Lord know it would take another lifetime for me to take him back. I look straight ahead again, at my future, instead of at my past. I walk up to stand in front of my husband to be, Trent. And once again I find myself thanking God that Duncan showed his true colours, which let me see the good in goodbye.
"Courtney." I snap out of my memory and smile up at my husband. I wrap my arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him. He kisses back, then pulls away and pulls me close to him in a hug. This is where I want to be, forever.
One last memory comes back. The memory of how I wanted Duncan so bad before, even when I wouldn't admit it. Obviously I'm through with that. And honestly, he turned out to be the best thing I never had.
