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Title: Sparks
Author: Cereal-Killa
Rating: K+
Pairing: Duncan/Courtney
Summary of Chapter: Duncan's never been that good with nationalities…

#1: TACO

Duncan had never really taken in Courtney's skin color. He had never been one for all of that, "Yeah, I'm dating a girl of color; you know what I'm saying?" That just wasn't his style. It was actually one thing many people enjoyed about Duncan- no matter what, race wasn't really an issue. Duncan was French Canadian. It was as simple as that, and it's not like it counted for anything special. He didn't judge people by the color of their skin, and he, in turn, expected that everyone around him would take a hint and do the same.

But it's not as though it's inevitable. Sometime in your life, you're going to have to tell it like it is. Duncan knew that he was going to be faced with racial issues here and there- it was a fact of life that one day, someone will point it out to you. He had just never seen Courtney as 'that caramel skinned girl I like'. He had just always thought, 'that girl who I like'.

He had surely never thought of her as 'that Hispanic girl who I like'.

"You're Spanish?" Duncan tilted his head at her, his Mohawk swooping a bit to the side. He had been so surprised when Courtney had spoken of her grandmother, who was born in Mexico City. Could you truly blame him for being so confused? All this time, Duncan could have sworn that Courtney was just, well, mixed. Biracial. Nothing special. Just a mix of African-Canadian and French-Canadian, or something like that. He had never thought she could be from Mexico.

Don't get him wrong- he found this to be awesome, but Courtney wasn't taking it all that easy. "Duncan, the correct term is Hispanic. And you didn't know?"

He raised a hand in defense, looking at her oddly; trying to see maybe how she resembled the Hispanic people Duncan had met in his life. "How was I supposed to know?"

She sighed, exasperated. "Are you joking, Duncan? I speak Spanish in front of you all the time."

Duncan blushed brightly. "I thought that was just some special thing you did for taco night." Now, he began to feel a little embarrassed. How could he have been so dense? He ran a hand through his Mohawk as Courtney shot him a death glare.

Licking her lips, she shook her head at him, her frown prominent on her face. "That is so racist." She turned away from him, sticking her head in their fridge and pretending to look for something. The truth was that she was really just trying to help the red rush leave her cheeks. She was angry, but she still hated it when her face was as red as a tomato.

She squirmed but relaxed into the touch as arms wrapped around her waist from behind, his fingers fiddling with the small exposed area right underneath her belly button. He pressed his lips to the back of her neck, nibbling the skin there with a sudden gentleness. Courtney felt herself lean into him, the heat of his body contrasting drastically with the slight freeze from the refrigerator. "But I like you this way, anyway, any race, any color; I really don't give a damn, Princess." Lightly leaving small nips on her jaw as her body froze in his hands, Duncan smirked into her skin. "I love you, whatever the hell you are."

Even someone as ruthless as Courtney couldn't say no to that, so she decided on just staying quiet as the smile failed to drop from her face. She reached a hand into the refrigerator once again, grabbing something this time. Duncan had yet to drop his hold on her waist, still kissing her softly. "What are you making, babe?"

Laughing mockingly, it was her turn to smirk. "¿Te gusta comer tacos?"

Duncan smiled into her neck stupidly before letting out a chuckle. "Sure," he said, and they both couldn't help but smile. Yeah, they both knew that Duncan had no idea what she had just said, something about tacos, he guessed. But it didn't matter.

Because both of them wanted tacos anyway, and it didn't matter who they were, or where they were from. Duncan was pretty sure he'd like the tacos either way.

Notes:

¿Te gusta comer tacos? = Do you like to eat tacos?

(Thank you Alex for helping with the Spanish… even if it's not right, I still love you. :3 I still can't believe I asked what the Spanish word for taco was. I knew it, I know I knew that in the back of my mind, but I… I'm just not the brightest highlighter in the sharpie box, okay?)

First Draft Finished: 12/26/2010
Final Draft Finished: 12/26/2010
Published: 1/20/11
Fandom: Total Drama series
Disclaimer: Total Drama Island and all its characters are property of their respective owners.
©2011 Cereal-Killa