AN: Okay! Hey guys! So I had, well, quite a bit of writers block on this story, but I was determined to get it out on time! And, guess what, I did!

So, I'd like to thank the reviewers and people who favorited and alerted this story, cause without you guys, I wouldn't have updated for, well, quite some time really, if even at all.

Again, I'm going to warn about major and minor OOC'ness. And trust me when I say this, Duncan is REALLY hard to write OOC. For me he is anyways.

OH! AND READ THIS TINY LITTLE PART IF YOU CAN!Should I, or should I not keep the pairings, like DuncanxCourtney, GeoffxBridgette, IzzyxOwen, TrentxGwen, TylerxLindsay and HaroldxLeShawna, or should I just leave all of them friends? Also, if you have a pairing you'd like to suggest, who? (I won't do certain ones though. Ie. Duncan and Gwen, don't even THINK about asking for a romance there, cause I won't!) But yeah, what do you guys think? The world wants to know! Er, well, not really the world, but I do! Haha.

I'd also like to mention, that this is the single, most long chapter I have ever written in my life.. And I plan to try to keep the chapter this long, so if I take a while to update, that's why.

Well, that's it. Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: Don't own TDI, don't own the idea. But I DO own the story ;) ..somewhat..

Courtney's POV

We got to the restaurant and chose a seat by the window.

"What episode are we doing next?" I asked. Katie shrugged and sighed.

"I don't know, but I wish we could just film them in order. It would be so much easier." I giggled.

"Yeah, but that would cost more money. I swear, the director is a less hot version of Chris' character." Katie purred and we both burst out laughing. "No but seriously, it's true." Before Katie could respond, two people joined us. Trent wrapped an arm around Katie's shoulders which she shrugged off, and Duncan smiled and nodded at me, as I blushed looking down at the table. I heard him chuckle softly, and I blushed even more. By this time, everyone was staring at the two stars, no doubt wondering why they were with us of all people. Katie excused herseld, claiming she had to pee, and was soon followed by Trent. It didn't take long for Duncan and I to realize that we were alone. He stared at me, and just when I was getting used to it, he spoke.

"So why are you so quiet?" I shrugged, not knowing how to answer the question, not knowing if I could. He smirked. "I don't get a real answer?" I sighed.

"I don't know. I just am." I answered. He smiled.

"See? Was that so hard?" He asked. I giggled and shook my head. Just than, our cells went off. We looks at each other, and both of us sighed. "Production." We got up to leave, just as the waitress finally got to our table. We made out way to the exit, Trent and Katie joining us. Katie looked irritated, and Trent looked pissed. That's when I noticed Trent had a red hand print on his right cheek, and I bit my tougne to keep from laughing. Duncan raised an eyebrow at me, and I just smiled and shook my head, as the four of us walked out of the restaurant and back to the set.

"Look at him. He's like a statue. He hasn't moved in over, fifty hours!" Gwen said. As she started calling to a fake asleep Justin, Trent started making random noises. Katie and I were in make-up, the make-up artists doing their thing and making us look tired, when really, everyone here was fully rested. "Amazing look at the concentration."

"Cut! Gwen, I want to see less emotion! You're supposed to be half asleep. Now, take it again from the top." Gwen nodded, looking like she was trying not to cry. It was so weird, the fact that she played the strong, un-caring goth, when in real life she was almost as quiet as I was, strived to please people and did almost anything you asked. I guess that's why producers loved her so much. I tuned out what was going on as Gwen once again started the scene. I turned around to face Katie.

"So, what happened with Trent back at the restaurant?" I asked teasingly. She scowled, but blushed.

"I went to the bathroom, he followed, started flirting with me, when I told him to stop as a joke, he asked why I couldn't be more like the other girls and flirt back, I got mad, slapped him across the face for having the nerve to flirt with more than one girl, our cell phones went off, and we left. That's it, that's all." Yeah, I said to myself. And I'm a boy named Billy-Bob and I own the entire world.

"I see. Now seriously, what really happened." Katie looked like she was about to protest, than she sighed.

"Well, he followed me and started flirting. I started flirting back and than we-" Before she had time to finish, her 'double' came running in and pulled her away, telling her they needed to get on set immediately. I sighed, wondering what Katie was about to tell me. I fell back into the chair, and blew a piece of hair out of my face. I reached for the nearest magazine, found a somewhat interesting article and began reading. When I was halfway through reading about how Taylor and Taylor broke up, which was old news, I heard a familiar voice coming from right beside me. I turned to see Trent glaring at me.

"You know, it's none of your buisness." He said. I raised an eyebrow and hid behind the magazine. "What me and Katie did, it's none of your buisness." He clarified, rolling his eyes and talking to me like I was a little child. I stared at him and blinked. He glared, than sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Well, I should go back to set. It's my scene with Gwen." He said standing up. Than he looked at me. "You know, you should talk more. People would take you seriously for once." He then walked off, leaving me to wonder what he was talking about when he said people would take me seriously for once. People did take me seriously. Didn't they?

Duncan's POV

I watched as Sadie dragged Katie over to the set, and Trent went over to take her place. I couldn't tell what they were talking about, but I saw Court hide behind her magazine as Trent glared at her. What was all that about. I continued to watch as Trent stood up and walked off, and Courtney seemed to be confused. Before I could ask, Courtney was dragged out of the make-up room to shoot the bits and pieces they could film with her, and Trent was in the middle of his mushy scene with Gwen. I swear, his character and my character are exactly like us if we were to switch, besides the whole juvie thing. Ah well, what can you do? Just than, I saw DJ and Geoff walk over. DJ usually stuck to lifting weights alone, cause believe it or not, he had anger problems. But I was beginning to notice a change in everyone's behaviour. DJ was getting calmer, I was getting to be more of a flirt while Trent was becoming less of one.

"Hey, dude." Geoff said, walking up and slapping me on the back. Normally he wouldn't do things like that, seeing as he's the third shyest person here, first being Courtney, second being Gwen, but Geoff and I had been in a couple of movies before this, so we were actually pretty close.

"Hey. Hows it going." He shrugged.

"Pretty good I guess." I smirked. Like I said, change in everyone's behaviour. I think our characters are rubbing off on us. Just then, I watched as Geoff was pushed to the ground and I was pushed back.

"Hey!" I called out, and a blonde haired, green eyed girl turned around to glare at me.

"What!" She snapped, though it was more an order than a question.

"You could have at least told us to move." I mumbled. She raised an eyebrow at me, than turned to see Geoff. For a split second, I thought I saw guilt in her eyes. You see, Bridgette isn't exactly the nicest person on set. She's basically the duplicate of Heather's character, while as Heather is Bridgette's character's duplicate. It's more than a little confusing, but it's true. Bridgette really didn't give a hoot about what happened to anybody but herself, but since this show started, she's had a soft spot for Geoff. She sighed.

"Sorry." She said to Geoff. She turned to give me one more glare, and she was on her way. I looked at Geoff who looked shocked, and just as I was about to offer to help him up, he shook his head, got up and left, without a single word. I stood there like an idiot, until the director waved me over. Apparently it was time to film the elimination ceremony.

"You've all cast your votes and made your decision. There are only nine marshmellows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmellow. The camper who does not receive a marshmellow, must immediatley return to the dock of shame, catch the boat of losers, and leave. And you can never come back. Ever." Chris said, getting really into his part. "The first marshmellow goes to Duncan. Bridgette. Courtney. Katie and Sadie." Chris said, putting an emphasis on the and.

"Eeeee!" The two called out. The script was no doubt going to call for that a lot. Note to self, buy Advil.

"Tyler." Chris continued. "Dj. Geoff. Campers, this is the final marmellow of the evening. Harold. Eva, the dock of shame awaits."

"Nice. Really nice. Who needs this lameo TV show anyway!" Eva said, trying to get herself mad. It's a good thing she's a good actor. It usually takes a lot to get Eva mad. The character she played was her complete opposite. Than again, everyone else was playing their opposite in one way or another. She than proceeded to walk up to Chris and pretend to kick him in the leg, while Chris pretended it hurt by grabbing his knee and balancing on one foot. He than turned to us.

"Ow! Have a good nights sleep tonight, you're all safe."

"And CUT! Brilliant! Just brilliant! And to think, it only took about siz tries this time! Perfect! Alright, you lot are all done for the day. Trent and Gwen just have to finish up, and we can all go home." The director said, than walked off.

I looked around, trying to find someone to walk with. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tanned somebody walking away. I smirked and ran up to her. There was just something about her shyness, and the fact that my character chases her character a good part of the time, that drew me to her. I didn't like her though. Don't get me wrong, she was hot, but I just didn't like her that way. For now.

Courtney's POV

I saw more than heard the director praise our work, tell us we were done for the day, than walk off. What Trent said really bothered me. Did people really not take me seriously? I was snapped out of my daze when I heard someone following me. I turned around to come face to face with Duncan. He smiled down at me, and I mustered a little smile than turned around and started walking again. Before I could get more than two steps however, I felt a hand clamp around my wrist, and a tug that pulled me back, so that I was once again facing Duncan.

"What do you want." I sighed, a little irritated. I wanted to think in peace. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Well, look whos talking." He teased. I sighed.

"Look, if you want to talk, than talk. If you don't have anything to say, please let me go." I half asked, half whined. Duncan's eyebrow shot up as his eyes opened wide, and he didn't let go of my wrist.

"Okay, now I know something's wrong. What is it?" I struggled to get my wrist out of his grip.

"Nothing."

"Tell me."

"No!"

"Courtney,"

"Fine." I said. "Fine."

Duncan's POV

"Fine" She said. "Fine." She looked up at me, her onyx eyes full of worry. "Do you take my seriously?" She asked, which to be honest, completley caught me off guard.

"What?" I asked her, still shocked.

"Do you, or do you not take me seriously." She said, tears starting to fill her eyes, making me wonder what brought all this on. I flashed back to earlier today. To when Trent had gone to talk to her.

"Yes. I do. So does everyone here. Just forget about whatever Trent said. He purposefully says things to make people upset." She kept looking at me, sniffed, than smiled.

"Yeah?" She asked quietly. She looked so fragile. It was a miracle that she could pull her character off so well. Anyone who didn't take an actor that good seriously, was just plain stupid.

"Yeah. Come on. We have permission to leave for the day, and I don't recall actually getting something to eat from that restaurant." I said. She giggled a little and wiped her eyes with the hand that wasn't still in my grasp. I felt her give a tug, but I smirked and took her hand fully in mine. "Nope. Got to make sure you don't run off on me." I said. She rolled her eyes, but I could see a little smile playing at the corner of her lips.

We walked into the restaurant, the same one as before, Courtney's hand still trapped in mine. I looked around trying to find a seat, and smiled when I saw there was only one left, the one by the window Katie and Courtney and claimed when they came in here earlier. I pulled Court along with me, as she glanced around at all the staring faces looking uncomfortable. Then I remembered, Total Drama Island hadn't aired yet. Courtney wasn't famous. I stopped walking, pulling her to my side and wrapping an arm around her waist, and steering her to the table. I thought that she'd tense up, but surprisingly she relaxed. I smiled. Good, she's getting used to me. Sort of. We got to the table, and both of us sat down.

"So." I said. "Uh, hows, life?" She raised an eyebrow at me. I shrugged. She sighed.

"Good, I guess. You?"

"A heck of a lot better now." I said, and shot her a smile. As if on cue, she blushed and looked down. I laughed. "You know, you blush easy."

"Shut up." She mumbled.

"What?" I asked.

"Shut up." She said a little louder. I smirked.

"What was that? I didn't hear you." I saw anger enter her eyes as she stood up and yelled.

"Shut! Up!" Realizing what she had done and noticing that every head in the restaurant was turned towards us, she blushed and sat down. I tried to keep from laughing, but failed. She glared at me.

"It's not funny!"

"Yes. Yes it is Princess." I responded.

"Don't call me that." She answered. We looked at each other and smiled. Even when we were off set we ended up rehearsing lines. Well, not really, but still.

"So." I began again. "Does the fact that you're laughing and smiling and joking around with me mean that you're getting out of your shy zone, or that you're just getting used to me?" I asked, curious. She sighed, and tried to blow a piece of hair out of the way. I leaned across the table and moved it behind her ear. She turned red and I smiled a little.

"I don't know. A little bit of both, really. But more the second one." She said, looking at the table cloth. I smiled. I was about to say something else, but the waiter came. We ordered, he nodded, than he left. Court was still looking at the table, but I could see her taking sneak peeks at me. Everytime she did, I'd smile at her. I kept telling myself I didn't like her, and it was true. I didn't get butterflies or fuzzies around her. My heart didn't speed up, I didn't get tougne tied and I could easily think. But she wasn't just a possible friend to me either, she confused me to much to be just a friend. I didn't know what she was to me, but than again, I didn't know what I was to her. I also didn't know where we stood. It confused me, cause I wasn't used to that. But that was just one of the many things that I wanted to know, and one of the many things I was determined to find out.

Courtney's POV

I can't believe I just told him that. But, it was the truth, no matter how much I wish it wasn't. It's weird for me to get used to a guy this quick, especially one who's famous. But I couldn't help it. It probably had something to do with the fact that when we're shooting I'm with Duncan a lot. Now don't get me wrong, I don't like him, not that way. I just, I don't know actually. I'm not even sure that I can count Duncan as a friend. But at the same time, I couldn't not. Cause being honest, there was only one thing I was sure of with Duncan. I could trust him. Just as he was about to say something else, the waitor came. We ordered, than just sat there in silence. I kept taking little peaks at Duncan, trying to figure him out, but everytime he caught me looking, he smiled, confusing me that much more. We sat like that until the waitor came back with our orders. For a little while, we ate in silence too, until Duncan started choking. I panicked, looking around to see if anyone was going to help, but they just stared there watching me. I turned back to Duncan.

"Duncan! Duncan are you okay? Dunc-" Before I got the chance to finish his name, he burst out laughing.

"Ah man. That was hilarious. You should have seen your face!" He said between laughs. I glared at him, than picked up a bun off the table and threw it at him. He stopped laughing and stared at the small piece of bread that was now on his plate. I tried not to laugh, but couldn't help it. He smirked at me.

"Oh. So that's how you want to play it, huh?" My eyes for wide, but before I got the chance to say something, he scooped up a handful of mashed potatos and patted my head. From somewhere inside the restaurant, I heard a little kid, who had probably been watching us the whole time, yell something that sounded like food fight, and before Duncan and I knew what was going on, kids of all ages, and a few parents as well, began throwing food all over the place. I looked over at Duncan who mouthed the word run, and just like that, we took off, leaving a huge tip on the table.

As we ran away from the restaurant, hoping that nobody would find out it was us who had started the food fight, we burst out laughing. After rounding a few corners and reaching a park that was a good distance away, we sat side by side on a bench, covered in food, laughing and trying to catch our breath.

"That. Was hilarious! Man, who knew you had it in you to start a food fight?" Duncan asked me. I blushed, for the millionth time that day, finally remembering that I, who was a nobody as far as people were concerned at the moment, was sitting beside someone who was known pretty much everywhere we went for staring in dozens of movies and quite a few tv shows. I stood up suddenly, my good mood gone, my shyness coming back.

"Maybe we should head back." I said, not catching Duncan's eyes. I felt him place his hands on my shoulders and turn me around. He looked at me amused.

"Excuse me?" He asked.

"I. I don't know." I said, turning my head. I felt one of his hands leave my shoulder and cup my chin, forcing me to look up at him again.

"See? There you go again. Acting all shy like." He said.

"I'm not acting!" I protested. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Your so confusing, you know that?" He told me. Then I got angry. Why? I have no clue.

"I'm confusing? I'm confusing! I am not confusing! I'm shy, I'm quiet, I don't try to start food fights. I have trouble trusting people, and even when I do trust somebody I have my doubts. My name is Courtney and I'm 16. That's all, case closed. But you! You go around, acting all sweet to everybody, trying to get us all into one giant conversation when we have a day off one second, than start acting exactly like your character the other! And you have the nerve to call me confusing! Maybe you should look in the mirror and-" Before I could finish, a pair of lips were on mine. I stood there, shocked. After a few seconds, Duncan pulled away.

"Would you just shut up!" He said, his voice filled with amusment. I just stood there stunned, as his eyes got wide as he finally realised what he's done. "I, er, um, sorry." He stuttered.

"Duncan." I said, getting his attention. "Look, I like you, but not that way." I said turning beat red. He laughed.

"Yeah, kay, good, same." He said, running a hand through his still green mohawk still looking shocked. I laughed.

"You didn't wash the green out yet." I said. He looked confused, so I pointed to his head. He blushed a little.

"Oh yeah. I should probably go back to the hotel and wash that out." He said, almost to himself, as we just continued to stand there. I bit my look, than felt a random surge of energy.

"Race you to the hotel." I said, smiling wickedly. He looked down at me, and mirrored my expression.

"Your on!" With that, we raced down the street, and I couldn't help but wonder, if Duncan didn't like me that way, why did he kiss me to get me to stop talking. And if I didn't like him that way, why did I like it? And why did I want it to happen again?