"Alright, you all packed? All your shower stuff? Toothbrush? Clothes? Do you have enough socks?" Miranda fussed over Courtney as she was preparing to leave.

"Yes, yes, and yes," Courtney laughed and waved her friend. "I'm an adult, Miranda, I know how to pack for a weekend! And hey, thanks for staying here and watching Tequila for me," Courtney said as she set her bags down by the door, causing her black lab, Tequila, to whine.

"Oh honey," Courtney cooed at her dog, "it's okay. I'll be home in a few days." She scratched behind Tequila's ears and nuzzled her head against hers. "Miranda's gonna stay here and watch you while I'm gone. You're gonna have a great time! Te amo, baby." Courtney kissed Tequila's head and walked over the hug Miranda goodbye.

"So you know when to take her out and feed her and where all the food and stuff is, right?" Courtney asked.

Miranda chuckled and shoved Courtney towards. "Yes, I've been to your house thousands of times, of course, I know where everything is. Especially your tequila and your blender. I'm living in Margaritaville this weekend."

"Oh, that sounds lovely! Let me come with, I'll unpack my bags right now and rent a movie and we can get this show on the road!"

"No no, nonono," Miranda scolded. "You're the one that decided to go through with this. Get outta here!"

"Fine," Courtney sighed and sulked her way to her car. As she was pulling out of her driveway in her Toyota she rolled down the window to yell to Miranda, "You better take care of Tequila or I'll kill you!"

"Don't worry," Miranda yelled and waved goodbye. "I'll take care of Tequila! Both kinds!"

Courtney started the long drive between her place and Geoff and Bridgette's, and the flashbacks from Total Drama were hard to keep at bay. Her crazy lawyer chatter. Her complete disregard for others' feelings. Her overbearing tendencies. All the bridges that she had built and then burned. She was just glad that it was the just the original cast. That way she could at least avoid her disgusting ex, Scott. God, what was she ever thinking?

As much as she hated to admit it, she was really hoping that she would make a good impression. Over the years, Courtney had changed in an unimaginable way. She had been through years of therapy to get over her superiority complex and she was proud to say that she had. Courtney was now much calmer and in tune with others around her, it had been ages since she had tried to control others' lives as she had done in her teen years.

Not only that, but she had grown into such a beautiful woman. Her curves had filled out, even more, believe it or not, and she had let her hair grow out and changed the color. She looked a great deal different on the outside and she hoped that the other past islanders would see that she was different on the inside too.

"Courtney!" Bridgette squealed as she opened the front door. "It's so great to see you!" The two women embraced tightly, happy to be reunited after months of not seeing each other.

"Hi! How are you?" said Courtney, picking up her bags.

"I'm good, I'm good. Well, come on in! I want you to see what we've done with the place. We finally finished remodeling the kitchen and Geoff and his friends just finished installing the new sunroom windows a couple days ago."

Bridgette had never been the most materialistic person, but her career as a professional surfer and Geoff's construction business had definitely given her and her husband a comfortable life.

"Oh wow!" Courtney gasped as she stepped into Bridgette and Geoff's new kitchen. "The countertops are beautiful and I absolutely love this sink and — oh my gosh! That backsplash is just to die for!"

"I know, isn't it?" Bridgette said as she followed Courtney, giggling as how excited she was at all the new renovations. "I guess this means that we're really old now, huh? Getting all hyped up over kitchen utensils. I sound like my mom."

"I guess, but just look at this fridge! And you have an eight-burner stove that is amazing!"

As what Bridgette said sunk in, Courtney whipped around with her hands on her hips. "Hey! I'm not old!"

Bridgette laughed and began to lead Courtney out of the kitchen. "I know, Court. I'm just messing with you. Now come on, Geoff's out in the backyard with the dogs. I'm sure he'll be overjoyed to see you."

"The backyard?" Courtney said. "You mean the entire beach? You're so lucky you have such a nice view while I'm stuck in the city."

"Hey, you're always welcome to come out and visit, babe. Although things might be a little hectic the next time you're out here."

"What's that mean?" Courtney asked skeptically as Bridgette opened up the double doors to the back.

"Don't worry about it," Bridgette changed the subject quickly. "Hey honey, look who's here!"

Geoff stopped throwing a frisbee back and forth with his and Bridgette's three golden retrievers to look back at his wife. "Oh shit! Courtney! Go get it, boys!" He yelled and threw the frisbee to the dogs. He ran up to the women and lifted Courtney right off her feet. "How's it goin' hot stuff? You been good?"

"Yeah, Geoff, I been good," Courtney said while laughing wheezily in Geoff's tight squeeze. "Please put me down, I can't breathe."

"Sorry about that, babe," Geoff said and said her down. "But you got here just in time! Dinner reservations in an hour! So we better start getting ready if we wanna get there! Let's go! Woohoo!" Geoff dashed off towards the house, the three dogs chasing after him and eagerly barking.

Courtney chuckled as she watched Geoff run into the house. "Same old Geoff, huh?"

"Believe it or not, he's matured a lot. Especially in the last couple of weeks," Bridgette sighed lovingly as she strolled after her husband.

"Oh come on!" Courtney groaned. "What is that about?"

"You'll find out soon," Bridgette said and kissed Courtney on the cheek.

"Well, I'm glad finals went well for you. And now, you have the summer off! So, a toast! To Courtney, and her remarkable teaching abilities!" Bridgette said and raised her iced tea in the air.

"Hear! Hear! Right on, Court!" Geoff yelled obnoxiously loud for the quaint little Italian restaurant they were in and raised his beer along with Bridgette.

Courtney clinked her glass of red wine against her friend's drinks and took a humble sip. "Thanks, guys, the kids actually turned in some really good work this semester. Especially the seniors. I guess they really wanted to get out of there, huh?"

"More like they wanted to get to some raging parties! That's what I did in college, right Bridge?" Geoff nudged his wife and snickered, no doubt remembering all the shenanigans he got into in school.

"Most likely," Courtney said with a fond smile. "You sure you don't want any wine, Bridgette?"

Bridgette and Geoff exchanged a meaningful look and Geoff nodded as if they had just been able to communicate without words, which they probably could. "Yeah, Courtney…about that…"

"You're pregnant aren't you?" Courtney asked bluntly and finished off her glass of wine, pouring herself another glass.

Geoff and Bridgette stared at her in utter shock. "How did you…?" Geoff mumbled.

"It was quite obvious, actually," said Courtney analytically. "Bridgette's been dropping hints ever since I got here, her posture has changed, she's wearing loose-fitting clothing, and she's refusing to drink."

"Bridge!" It was supposed to be a surprise!" Geoff whined.

"How was I supposed to know that she would work it out? I thought I was being subtle!" Bridgette fired back at him.

"Guys, just because I'm not as crazy as I used to be doesn't mean I'm not as smart. As I said, it was obvious. When did you guys find out?" Courtney asked, genuinely interested in her friend's newfound family.

"A couple weeks ago, I'm about three months along and I couldn't be happier," Bridgette said, rubbing her stomach.

"Well," said Courtney, and she raised her glass once more, "I'm so happy for guys. A toast, to you guys being great parents!"

They all clinked their glasses together and enjoyed the rest of their dinner, discussing their jobs, friends, and plans for tomorrow. Courtney was not as excited about that last part as Geoff and Bridgette, however.

"It's going to be so nice to get the gang back together, don't you think?" Bridgette asked and sighed happily. "It's been too long."

"Quite frankly, I don't think it's been long enough for some of them. I mean, I'm not the only person who actually remembers Heather right? And now that she's a CEO her ego is probably going to be so big that she won't even be able to fit through your front doors."

Geoff guffawed loudly, causing people to stare again, "Nice one, Courtney. But I'm sure it won't be so bad to see everyone. I haven't seen the boys in so long! DJ's probably going to bring some kind of bangin' dessert, Trent's record label is doing great and I can't wait to see pictures of his daughter, and Duncan just got his chest piece done and it should be almost healed by now so that'll be dope."

"That's nice," Courtney said, swirling her wine in her glass and deliberately trying to keep thoughts away from her ex-lover's tattooed chest. "How old is Trent's daughter again?"

"Well, he adopted her when she was two years old and it's been about two years since there so she's like four, about to five I think."

"Wow," Courtney sighed. "I know I said that I wasn't old earlier, Bridge, but maybe we really are old. Trent's daughter is five! So many of you own your own businesses now. It's insane when you think about it."

"I think someone's getting excited about the party tomorrow," Geoff said in a singsong voice and winked at Courtney.

"I'm not excited!" Courtney denied and crossed her arms. "I'm just...intrigued."

"Ok, hon," Bridge said and rubbed Courtney's shoulder, "we'll see how you feel after a couple drinks tomorrow night.