Before we get started, I'm not going to qualify this as a song fic. Yes, I will be putting lyrics into each chapter, however, the characters will have nothing to do with the song. The lyrics only appear to highlight the situation in the chapter.

So, here we go. Hope you like it!

*I do not own any of the songs or characters of the Total Drama series used in this story. All rights go to the artists behind them.

*Criticism is welcomed

"My love she throws me like a rubber ball

She won't catch me or break my fall

Baby's got blue skies up ahead

But in this I'm a rain cloud

You know she wants dry kind of love

I'm losing you

Ain't love the sweetest thing?"

The car ride was silent and cold. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of the raindrops as they pelted against the glass windows. Strangely, the streets were empty. Then again, it was two in the morning.

Gwen drove the car aggressively down the city streets. She gripped the steering wheel so hard that her knuckles were almost white. With every required stop, she slammed her foot hard on the break, causing the only other passenger in the car to fall forward.

Duncan was used to this form of driving. Gwen always drove this way when she was mad about something. He just rested his head on his hand and stared out the window.

Both of them had fixed expressions of anger plastered on their faces. They were so irate that neither of them even noticed the radio was only playing white noise and not actual music.

"Fourth time this month," said Gwen – her tone piercing the silences with its harshness.

"Yeah. What of it?" muttered Duncan, keeping his eyes on the passing sidewalk.

"What of it?" shrieked Gwen. "Do you know that I've spent $5000 on you alone this month? How the hell am I going to pay our rent when you're always calling on me for bail?" she questioned.

"Relax, pasty. I'll pay you back," he said quietly.

"Oh yeah? And how are you going to do that? Steal another damn car?" yelled Gwen as she pulled the car into the communal garage.

"If I have to, yes!" yelled Duncan back to her as they exited the car. Both of them slammed their car doors as they stared the other down.

"Well look at Mr. High and Mighty. Doesn't have a job, and doesn't even go to school!" Both of their voices were echoing in the abandoned garage. The smell of old gas and car fumes filled the air, almost creating a more hostile environment.

"You know what? You're absolutely right. I should just attend some snooty arts school where I can sit on my ass all day and draw pictures!" mocked Duncan.

"OCAD is one of the most prestigious art schools in Canada! But look who I'm talking to: The Brock drop out!" sneered Gwen as she began to march to the staircase. "Do you know what it's like to have a lazy free loader living with you while you attend school and have to work at a sketchy music store? And all he does is get himself in prison so you can waist your hard earned money on him,"

"You make it sound like I'm a useless piece of shit! I pull some weight around here!" argued Duncan as he followed her up the stairs. The stairs were made of black stone and smelt of urine. Lucky for Gwen, she lived on the first floor, so she didn't have to put up with the stench for too long.

"What do you do? I'm stating to think I only keep you around her because you good in bed!"

"I'll take that as a complement," smirked Duncan.

"Don't change the subject," snapped Gwen as she dug into her purse for her keys. When she found them, she jammed it into the lock and kicked the door down.

"You brought it up sweetheart," he winked. Gwen growled as she carelessly tossed her bag across the room. Duncan started to glare at her. "You're beginning to sound a lot like Courtney, you know that?" said Duncan, letting a hidden rage build up inside of him.

Gwen barred her teeth. "I am a dream compared to Courtney! Anyone who has a brain in their heads would be pissed with you right now!" she said as she crossed her arms.

Gwen's apartment was a simple studio apartment. The floors were wooden and the walls were painted dark maroon. There wasn't much furniture; a single bed with brown sheets, an old purple couch, and a busted TV. It was the same story for the kitchen. All it had was a small counter, a tiny stove and oven, half a fridge, a rusty sink, and a crappy microwave. There was only one bathroom on the floor, and it was down the hall. Gwen had added three pictures for a more 'homey' touch. One was of her and her family that day she left for university. Another was of the entire Total Drama cast at the beginning of season one. The last was of her and Duncan at their favorite bar the day after they had finished filming season three.

Duncan rolled his eyes and strolled over to the couch. He flopped down onto the old thing, letting the dust rise around him. He stretched out his legs and placed his hands behind his neck.

"You asshole! You think you own this place, don't you?" challenged Gwen.

"Can't we just have make-up sex and talk about this later?" he suggested, letting his eyes flutter closed.

Gwen growled again. This time, it was louder, more annoyed. "God you drive me crazy!"

"Calm down sweetheart," he said, letting her insult slide off his back.

"I wanted to run but she made me crawl

Eternal fire, she turned me to straw

You know I got black eyes

But they burn so brightly for her

This is a blind kind of love

I'm losing you

Ain't love the sweetest thing?"

Gwen stared at him. And in a irrational moment of anger, she spoke in her darkest tone; "You know what? Get out."

"HA! Good one Gwenny," laughed Duncan.

"What makes you think I'm kidding? Pack up your shit and get the fuck out of here!" she yelled.

Duncan's eyes shot wide open as he jumped up from the coach. "What are you doing?" he asked.

Silence filled the room as they looked deep into the others eyes. With each passing second their glares dug deeper and deeper into each other's souls. They eyebrows remained crossed at the center, as they challenged the other to give in. Finally, when the tension was too much to bear, Gwen leaned in close and whispered softly in his ear; "It's over,"

Duncan stepped back from here. "You're joking, right?" he asked her. His voice seemed neutral, but his mind remained hopeful.

She glared back at him. Even though her eyes were angry, a small crystal tear fell onto her cheeks. "I've never been more serious about anything in my entire life," she stammered. "I can't live this way anymore-"

The words hit Duncan harder then a shot to the stomach. Gwen's dark eyes sold her out and told him she wasn't lying. "G-Gwen. Think about what you're saying. You don't mean that-" he voice began to crack as he made one final move for redemption. "We – I thought we really liked each other,"

Gwen blinked away the other tear that wanted to expose itself. She then made every attempted possible not to make eye contact with him. "I do like you Duncan. And that's why this is so hard-"

"It doesn't even have to be this way," pleaded Duncan.

"I don't want it to be!" she snapped, releasing the tear from her eye socket. "But you can't think of anybody but yourself! And I'd be stupid to try and change that. You don't know it Duncan, but your hurting me!" she cried.

"But I can change! Just give me a chance!" he begged.

"I did! In fact, I gave you a whole extra year to change! But ever single time you fucked it up!"

"Gwen," he said softly. He approached her cautiously and cupped her face in her hands. "Gwen … please,"

Gwen closed her eyes and forced herself to say the words she forbid herself to ever say. They came up and out of her mouth like daggers, tearing her soul to shreds with every passing word. "I think I asked you to leave,"

The words themselves were like tiny grenades. They were so small and innocent, yet when they hit their target, they destroyed whatever was left of the broken remains. Duncan stumbled away from Gwen. Not for one moment taking his eyes off of her. He secretly prayed he would wake up from this nightmare, but reality kept him captive. "Gwen-"

"Now," another stab at his heart flew from her lips. There wasn't anything left to do, but start packing.

He didn't have much in her apartment; a toothbrush and a shirt or two. Whatever he did have he threw into an unused trash bag and slowly headed for the door. He paused and gave one last look at Gwen, who had her face buried in her hands. Gwen was the only girl he had ever felt such strong feelings for, and just like a passing moment, she was now out of his life forever. "Bye, Gwen," he said quietly.

When Gwen heard the door close behind him, she collapsed with tears. She couldn't believe what she had just done. She continued to weep until something caught her eye. Crumpled behind the TV was Duncan's favorite t-shirt. It was black with a white skull. She could have sworn she saw it in his hand – then it hit her. Duncan had purposely left the shirt behind. She walked slowly to the shirt and picked it up. Before she could think, she buried her head into the shirt and wept louder then she had ever wept before. She inhaled the vague sent of his skin that was left on the shirt, and, even though he hadn't been gone for more then a minute, she missed him like crazy.

Duncan was almost completely numb. Even though he was soaked to the bone from the rain, he couldn't feel either the harsh drops of water, or the wetness that came with it. The only thing that he saw were the events from the evening playing over and over in his head.

"Need a ride, kid?"

Duncan looked up. A police car had pulled over and rolled down the windows. Duncan looked in and saw the chief of the local department sitting behind the wheel. Even though Duncan was the cities biggest troublemaker, he and this particular officer were actually rather good friends. They had spent many hours together having actual chats about anything. Duncan nodded and sat next to the officer. The chief had dark skin and little to no hair on his head. He seemed very harsh on the outside, yet had a warm core. "Rough night, eh?" asked the cop. Duncan nodded and looked out the window again. He would give anything in the world to get her back. But something inside of him told him he shouldn't even try.

"Blue-eyed boy meets a brown-eyed girl

You can sew it up but you still see the tear

Baby's got blue skies up ahead

But in this I'm a rain cloud

Ours is a stormy kind of love

The Sweetest thing,"

Song: Sweetest Thing

Artist: U2