First off, I'd like to say this is my first Total Drama Island fic(like that's an excuse for crappy writing, but whatever) Usually I don' t write these long crazy things. The story involves the unexplored couple- Trent and Courtney. I kind of like this couple, by the way, and unfortunately there aren't enough fics about it on the site. Go ahead and tell me what's wrong and what's right or if I'm getting anywhere with this. Yeah. So, on with the story.

Trent lazily sat on a chair in his hotel room. He melancholically tugged onto the strings of his guitar thinking about Gwen; his beautiful Gwen. The pendant she had given him felt as heavy as steel in his pocket. The sun was slowly setting and all he could think of was her and the fact that for a week, all of the cast mates were living in the same hotel before the third season started. He sighed.

He nearly fell out of his chair when Courtney came barging in his room.

"I am so angry!" she screeched throwing herself on the bed.

"Hey, Courtney, what's up?" he casually asked ignoring her bratty fit. The whole cast was used to her tantrums by now.

"What's up?!" she jumped out of bed. "What's up?!" she stomped next to him. Trent shrank in his chair. "Your little girlfriend and my Duncan are resting in the common room be themselves! Again! That's what!" she fumed.

Trent looked away. "Was she happy?"

"I can't believe this!" she nervously paced around the room. "You're not man enough to go and fight for your girl!"

"Hey, Gwen is not an object!" he snapped. "And I don't own her, no one does. She's a free spirit," he sighed.

"Wuss," she testily said.

"Seriously, Courtney, you have to understand them. Let Duncan go. It's degrading for a girl to obsess like this over a guy."

"I am not obsessing! I am not the one who washes his hands nine times!" she replied.

He frowned. "We just weren't meant to be and the only thing that's right to do is not stand in the way of their happiness."

"Do you even believe half the bullshit you're saying?" she raised an eyebrow.

He sheepishly smiled. "Not really."

She grinned. "You see then?"

She flopped on his bed again. "Actually, it's not really about them."

"It's not?" Trent's eyes widened.

She looked at her reflection in her perfectly manicured nails. "Not really. It's about my pride getting hurt. On national T.V."

He frowned. "You do have a point there."

"Have you no pride?" she raised an eyebrow.

"In love there is no such thing as pride," he spoke.

Courtney slapped her forehead.

"Okay," he sighed. "Maybe my pride did suffer a little blow." She skeptically looked at him. "Fine, so it was crushed into pieces."

She sympathetically smiled.

"But what can I do now, Courtney? You tell me!"

"Simple," she grinned. "Revenge."

Trent gasped. "If you lay one hand on Gwen, I'll-"

"Relax, Trent. Jeez, physically hurting them would be too easy. Or, well, it depends. Duncan might send you flying to the hospital. He's such a strong man," she dreamingly added.

"Okay, I get it," Trent scoffed.

"I was thinking we should treat them the same way they treated us."

"Courtney…"

"You and me should be a couple," she suggested.

Trent jumped two feet away. "Are you insane?! I love Gwen!"

"Calm down, Romeo!" she cried. "You're not even my type!"

"Yeah, because you like dangerous delinquents that hit on other guys' girlfriends. I forgot about that one."

"That little Goth provoked him! I'm sure she used some sort of black magic," Courtney hissed.

"Don't call Gwen a witch!"

"Don't call Duncan a delinquent!"

They looked away from each other.

"Wuss," she growled.

"Control freak," he spat.

Courtney raised her hand to slap him. He caught her by the wrist.

"Trent," she sweetly smiled.

"Don't push me," he warned.

"Bet you'd never allow yourself to get this angry with Gwen."

He let her go and looked away. "I am so ashamed."

"Don't be ashamed for having a temper," she softly smiled.

"I think you should go now," he walked her to the door.

"Just think about it, you and me," she turned in the doorway. "Pretending," she stressed. "To be a couple. Gwen and Duncan won't know what hit them."

"Yeah, yeah," he shut the door.

He fell on his soft bed and laughed. How could he ever think of doing that to his sweet Gwen?

The sun was almost set. He had long lost the mood to play his guitar. He thought about resting on the balcony until dinner. He propped his elbows against the rail. His thoughts drifted to Gwen again. Courtney was right. She did have him whipped and what scared him even more was that he liked it that way. He frowned. He noticed that in the park nearby the hotel, Gwen and Duncan were sitting on a bench. The delinquent seemed to be his usual laid-back self. It was Gwen who was leaning alarmingly close to him.

He felt his heart break all over again. He ran back into his room bumping against the natural size mirror. His eyes darkened remembering Courtney's words. He angrily stomped to Courtney's room aggressively knocking on the door nine times.

"Trent, what can I do for you?" she smiled. She was clad in a white hotel bathroom robe and her hair was wrapped in a towel.

"That idea you had," he said. "I'm game."

She grinned. "Okay, meet me before dinner."

"You got it," he coolly replied.

After she closed the door, he slapped his forehead. What was he getting himself into?

The dining hall consisted of little tables and Swedish buffet. You had to come in early in order to find some food. Chef's cooking had been a traumatic experience for the cast mates. That was why Trent felt particularly annoyed to miss decent food while he waited for Princess McBratty. Finally the door opened.

"Hey, Trent, I hoped you didn't wait too long," she smiled.

"Not at all," he sarcastically replied.

"Good," she locked the door.

"So, umh, "he nervously looked at his feet. "How do we do this thing?"

She grinned. "Let me take the lead," she threw her arms around his neck.

"C-Courtney?" he awkwardly looked at her.

"Relax," she leaned closer. "Beth's just at the other end of the hallway."

"What if she sees us?" he whispered.

"That's the whole point. Now, put your arms around my waist," he dictated.

"Don't you think you're a little too close?" he pointed out.

"It has to look like you're kissing me, stupid."

He narrowed his eyes at her. He was a little taken aback by her wide trusting eyes. He bit his lower lip as he continued to watch her. She gave him a strange look.

"What?" he asked.

"Beth's gone," she pointed out.

"Oh, right," he said looking at the deserted hallway.

"You can let go of me now."

"Sorry," he scratched the back of his head.

"Relax; I recognize good acting talent when I see it. Save it for the show, tiger."

"Oh, boy," he sighed following her to the dining room.

"Lindsay!" Beth breathlessly ran to her best friend who was busy kissing with Tyler.

"What's the matter?" she snapped causing poor Tyler to fall off his chair.

"I saw Courtney and Trent making out in the hallway!"

"No way," Lindsay gasped. "Hey, everyone!" she yelled. "Courtney and Brent totally hooked up!"

The whole dining room fell silent as they processed what the blonde had just said.

"So why don't you grab a tray?" Lindsay told Beth.

"What?!" both Katie and Sadie burst out crying.

"Did you hear what Lindsay just said?!" Gwen asked Duncan.

"She probably inhaled too much acetone," he continued adding fruits to his tray.

The whole dining hall gasped when Courtney appeared in the doorway. Trent gulped feeling his hand slip from her waist. She cleared her voice and he got back to reality. It was show time. They confidently passed by Gwen and Duncan. The delinquent dropped his tray.

"You were saying?" Gwen crossed her arms.

"I am going to tear guitar boy limb from limb," he cracked his knuckles.

"Wait!" Gwen pulled him back. "I have a feeling those two are just pretending."

"Why would my princess pretend to date…Trent," he spat.

"Obviously, your little princess manipulated Trent to date her in order to annoy us," Gwen said.

"I still don't like the way it looks," Duncan growled.

"God damn it, couldn't those two wait until the show to pair up!" Chris exclaimed from his private table.

After picking their food, Trent and Courtney chose to sit at a table in the back of the dining room. Everyone was looking at them.

"Hey, Trent,"Sadie and Katie materialized out of nowhere in front of their table.

Trent rolled his eyes.

"Can we sit with you guys?" Sadie asked.

"Actually, I'd like to have some alone time with my boyfriend, if you get what I mean," Courtney answered.

"So is Courtney your girlfriend now?" Katie disbelievingly asked.

"Well," Trent scratched the back of his head. "Yeah," he coolly said after noticing that Gwen and Duncan were sitting at the same table.

"No!" Katie and Sadie left crying.

"Girls, don't cry!" Cody came running after them.

"Possessive much?" Courtney grinned.

"Shut up," he muttered.

He saw Gwen give him a disappointed look. He tried giving her an encouraging smile.

"Ouch!" he flinched as Courtney pinched his leg.

"Hello, lover boy, you're trying to make her jealous," she pointed out.

"I'm not having fun right now, Courtney," he bitterly said. "Why do you have to be so violent?"

"I'm not violent," she lovingly ruffled his hair. "I can be loving," she sweetly smiled. "But don't blow this!" she kicked him in the shin.

"Yes, ma'am," he cried.

"Aw, man, Trent gets all the girls!" Cody huffed as he sat next to Noah. "Say something!"

"How does that affect me?" Noah raised an eyebrow as he looked away from his book.

"Fine, be that way!" Cody threw his hands in the air. "But you have to like some girl."

Noah peered over his to the table where Heather and Harold sat. Harold continued talking while the frown on Heather's face became more and more pronounced. He smirked when her right hand gripped around Harold's neck.

"Maybe I do."

Dinner was almost over, when Courtney and Trent decided to leave.

"I think we gave them enough for today," she said.

"Oh really?"

"Hey, walk with me," Courtney pointed to the stairs. "They're always hogging the lifts after dinner."

"Sure," he sighed. "Just so you know, I'm not proud with myself."

"Whatever," she replied.

She suddenly started giggling and gripped onto his wrist.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" he quirked an eyebrow.

She leaned closer. "Don't look down, but I think Gwen and Duncan are following us. I'll just walk you to your door."

"Why?" he asked.

"They want to confront us and I don't think you're ready for a confrontation."

"Well good, maybe this way we'll get things settled," he stopped.

"No," she whispered. "The torturing has to continue a bit longer."

They walked up to his room and he unlocked the door. They turned to see two silhouettes at the other end of the hallway.

"Okay, they're definitely following us because they live on the same floor with me," she whispered.

"What do we do now?" he looked down at her.

She pushed the door behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Grab me by the back and pull me inside," she whispered in his ear.

She continued to giggle as he noisily shut the door.

"That was fun!" she threw herself on the bed.

"Speak for yourself," he sat on the chair. "What now?"

"Well, I'll just hang around here long enough to give them the wrong impression," she grinned. "Or should I say the right impression?"

"You are not spending the night!" he categorically said.

"Wasn't planning on it, you little prude," she answered.

Trent crossed his arms. "Some girls actually appreciate it when a guy doesn't grab them by the hair and pulls them to his cave."

"You're so easy to tease," she thoughtfully said.

"I want you out of my room as soon as possible," he grabbed his guitar and started tugging onto the strings.

"Whatever," Courtney crouched on his bed resting her head on the pillow being rocked to sleep by the first notes of Save Tonight(1).

Two hours later, Trent got tired of playing his guitar. Courtney hadn't spoken to him since they go in.

"Hey, Courtney, I think it's safe for you to go now," he said. "Courtney?" he came closer when she didn't reply. "Oh, boy," he rolled his eyes when he saw she was sleeping.

(1) Save Tonight- rock single written by the artist Eagle-Eye Cherry(son of jazz artist Don Cherry) for his 1997 debut album - Desireless.