~Duncan's POV~

Ten years. Ten amazing years since that horrible show. To the actual day. Tonight is the reunion party, which most likely will be broadcasted. I was a little excited to see how everyone was, I actually heard that people stayed together or got together from the show. Like Alejandro and Heather, she helped him through his therapy and crap like that. Bridgette and my still best friend Geoff were an a off and on kind of thing. I tried to distance myself from the total drama series completely like the people on it. Except for my friends Geoff and DJ, and even Alejando . . . I know shocker, but after he was severely injured and everything he was pretty cool.

But when I got that stupid letter two months ago...

*Flash Back*

Dear Duncan Carter,

It will be soon ten years since our wonderful show started, we hope that you consider coming, and by consider I mean it is in your contract so you haft to come. It is formal attire and it will be catered. You will all be interviewed, and then you can party till your miserable.

Call (702)598-2150 to RSVP

Sincerely The coolest, most handsome, and awesome host,

Chris McLean

After I read that memories of the last show came flooding back. Gwen and I broke up because she thought I was really still into Courtney, and she didn't want to stand in my way. I tried to deny it, but she insisted. Kind of the reason I kept my space all these years. I do not regret it, it reminded me of before I was on the dumb show. I like it and always will.

Well since Total Drama my life has been nearly perfect. Shortly after High School ended, I attended New York Police Academy. I know punk delinquent on the side of the law. I had to get rid of my lime green mohawk and piercing', but I still could have my goatee. Oh and I also got rid of my weird unibrow thing. I wear black shirts with jeans and chains it seems like everyday, well everyday after work. Being a detective kind of makes up for all of that though. I live in a very nice apartment in a good neighborhood, with my fiance. Yes I said fiance. She is just amazing.

Samantha Burton, not at all related to Tim Burton. She has stark black hair with side bangs. The bangs have lime green tips. With gorgeous crystal green eyes. She is just white, not pasty white but, she is just white. Sam is a dancer on and off broadway. She loves dancing, but she thinks it is more of a hobby. Her dream is becoming a Forensic Investigator, she actually working towards it right now. I am completely in love with her. She makes me wants to kiss her when she walks in the room, hold her when she cries, and get jealous when men flirt with her.

"Babe?" Sam waved her hand in front of my face bringing me back from train of thought.

"Yeah."

"Are you almost ready we haft to get to the airport soon."

Oh right I totally forgot, haha thought I was back in Canada. "Yes got our suit cases, checked the alarm system, told Ben to feed Milo(dog, german shepherd), Oh and one last thing.

"What is it we are going to be..." right then I pushed my lips to hers, and silenced her speech for at least a minute.

"I always like having those we should add more of those to our check lists." She winked as she took her bag out to our cab.

God I love her...

*End of Flash Back*

I was actually kind of nervous of seeing everyone. Well two in particular,Courtney and Gwen. More of Gwen, because when she broke it off with me, I was in love with her. For a good time afterward like till high school ended . . . and for a like a year after that. Courtney well she is bat shit insane. Before we go to the party (if you can call it that) we are meeting at Owen's house. Why I don't know.

"Midnight? Have you seen my lime green tie?" turning our entire hotel room inside out while asking.

"Sparky, first of all I told you not to call me that, and second it is right there on the couch." Following her slender finger I saw it, how did I miss that?

"Come on please? Pretty please, I'm begging I only beg when I really want something." her face had fallen into a thoughtful smile, as I started to smirk, cause I knew I was winning.

"Fine I haft to get ready, but I get to call you sparky." Sticking her tongue out and walking into the bathroom.

"Okay...can I help you with anything." Wiggling my eyebrows.

"Perv. Not till we are married." Gosh same old same old. Every time I say that, she says that. You have no idea how hard it is when you wake up in the morning with a raging hard on, while spooning your finance.

Anyway we were far from being ready so I sat on the bed, fantasizing, and eventually fell asleep.