Rest, Relaxation, and Reunion
Disclaimer: If I owned it, would I honestly have to put these? Seriously?
Rating: PG—PG-13 Due To Some Suggestive Little Themes and A Little Bit of Friendly Violence :3
A/N: Please enjoy!
T—D—I
Silently, Duncan walked into the hotel lobby, not paying attention to much around him except for his destination. Once he reached the massage area, he waited for only a few moments before a young woman walked up to him, a smile on her face. Duncan attempted to smile back. Gently placing a hand on his bare back, the woman led Duncan to the room where she would de-stress him. Telling him to wait for a few moments, she left the room and Duncan prepared for the much-needed massaging.
Taking the few moments to himself, the Rebel looked around the room. In the middle lay the massage bed and the room was lit with a dim light above and several candles on shelves and some on the floor. Overall it was meant to look and feel relaxing. The floor was a light tan in color and the walls were made of what seemed to be a dark mahogany wood. He looked to the left side of the room and saw a small table before walking up to it. He placed his shirt and towel upon the table and put his red sneakers on the ground below. Afterwards, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his key card, gently tossing it upon his belongings before doing the same with his sunglasses. Then, he silently walked up to the massage bed and lay down on his stomach, resting his head in his arms, as he waited for his masseuse.
Relaxed and with little to no paranoia crossing his mind, Duncan couldn't feel the eyes of two other males outside of his current room. It was Trent and Geoff, currently trying to pull off the plan that they had conjured up together, with the help of DJ and Owen, too. They had smiled happily as soon as they saw Duncan's key card upon his clothes, unattended. And, because the Rebel was currently trying to keep everything out of his mind, their plan would be easy; like stealing candy from a baby. Outside in the lobby, DJ and Owen had taken the liberty of being the distractions; they were talking to Duncan's soon-to-be masseuse, as well as a few others, to keep them from going inside.
Trent and Geoff looked at each other. The guitar-player brought a finger to his lips, signifying they be quiet. Geoff nodded and, silently, the two teens crawled into the room and up to the table where their rebellious friend's belongings lay. Once they reached the small table, they stood up on their knees and grabbed Duncan's key, switching it with another one. Silently, then, they slipped back out of the room and out into the lobby, right under the Juvenile's nose.
Once DJ and Owen saw the two leaving back out to the pool area, they kindly finished there conversation with the masseuses and followed after them. With a smile, the women bade them farewell and left to Duncan's room.
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Outside, the four young men met up near one side of the pool. Trent showed them the key they had gotten. Geoff and DJ nodded once while Owen laughed slightly. They then looked in the direction of what they believed to be Courtney's belonging's; they had seen her walk up to a certain chair a few times now and they were all positive it was hers. After Duncan had left, they had managed to steal her key card and, when they went into Duncan's room, switched his with hers. The idea now was to do the same with her so that, once the two discovered their keys had been switched, they would have to see each other in some way, shape, or form. As they had noted, each key had the room number upon it so realizing the switch wouldn't be too hard for either teen.
Trent decided he would be the one to place the key on Courtney's belongings. The remaining watched as he slipped off towards her chair. She was standing very close by so Trent would have to be extra quiet and careful to make sure he didn't hit something and make a stray noise. Amazingly, he succeeded in placing her key upon her things where her key had been originally. However, things always went wrong when trying to be sneaky.
As Trent was pulling his hand back, he lost his balance, being on his knees and all, and almost fell on the small table that was next to the girl's chair. He managed to make it rattle a little. Gasping silently, he ducked under the girl's chair just as she turned around to investigate the sound. As she was about to get a closer look, she heard her name being called out by the young man Duncan had seen with her earlier. Shrugging off whatever she may have heard, she walked up to the young man. Trent set free a breath of relief before getting out from under the chair and walking back up to his friends.
"That was close," he told them, his voice shaken with anxiousness. The others nodded in agreement.
"Well," DJ spoke up now. "Now what?"
They all looked at each other and then back to Trent.
"We've given them a boost," he explained. "All we can do now is sit back and hope it all works out," he told them calmly before turning stern.
"And hope Duncan doesn't screw up."
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After about an hour or so, Courtney walked up to her belongings. Checking everything, she realized nothing was taken and grabbed her things to walk into the lobby. Before she did, however, she heard her name being called out behind her, in a voice she had become quite familiar with since she had arrived here. Turning around, she faced the young man who had apparently taken a very big liking to her. Courtney had to admit, he seemed very nice and sweet but she still cared for Duncan all too much. You tend not to forget someone who taught you to loosen up, especially when you're someone like Courtney who's had a stick up her butt for her whole life.
The only reason she had met this new young man was because her parents had been watching Total Drama Island since Day One. At first, they were grateful that the former CIT had stayed away from the Juvenile who was obviously crushing on her and rejected him. But, when she arrived home, she got a very serious lecture from her parents about being attracted to someone like Duncan, and kissing him, much less. After her experience, Courtney had obviously defended Duncan, saying he wasn't all bad and that he was one of the best things to ever come into her life. After being punished several times for her continuing care for the Rebel, her parents decided that she may have just been stressed out from that crazy island. That's how she ended up in this 5-star hotel.
Her parents sent her here, with friends of the family, to get her mind off that ridiculous crush. But, there was a catch; the friends of the family had a handsome son who was currently looking for a girlfriend. Seeing as they were desperate, Courtney's parents sent her off, hoping she would fall for this son and forget all about Duncan, the green-faux-hawked and oddly-pierced teen who had stolen her heart—by some odd miracle—over at camp. However, it wasn't working in the least bit; on the contrary, actually. Courtney couldn't seem to keep her mind off of Duncan. She missed him so badly…
Forcing these thoughts away from her, she looked to the son with a false smile. He didn't seem to notice.
"Hey Aaron," she greeted him kindly. The young man, apparently known as Aaron, smiled brightly in return. His green eyes were filled with the utmost happiness and cheeriness, something Courtney was still unaccustomed to; she was used to Duncan's suggestive quirks of the brow and playful twinkle in the eye.
"Hey, Courtney, mind if I ask you something?" the black-haired teen questioned her happily. The girl before him raised a curious brow.
"Sure," she responded finally. Aaron took a deep breath; obviously his question was somewhat nerve-wrecking.
"Would you…" he began anxiously. "Want to go out for dinner tonight? I know this great restaurant that's near the beach…well, if you're interested, I mean…" he explained. Courtney widened her eyes at this request, however. She had never left someone the way she had left Duncan; she wasn't sure if they were still together or as good as over. She suddenly remembered the wooden skull he had carved for her. She wondered, now, how long it must've taken him to make it.
"Um…" she mumbled nervously. Aaron could immediately sense her hesitation.
"You don't still like that guy from Total Drama Island, do you? Didn't your parents…not like him?" he questioned her curiously.
"What does it matter to you?" Courtney asked while crossing her arms in front of her baby-blue bikini-topped chest. "I have a right to be attracted to whoever I like."
"Yeah, but, how?" Aaron questioned, not able to comprehend the situation. "You're so…smart, upper-class…quite frankly; you're too good for him!" he told her.
"Why!?" the former CIT growled. "Because he's been to jail a few times? No one's perfect, you know, and you're starting to look pretty ugly by judging him like this…"
"I'm not saying anything," Aaron clarified. "I just think that someone of your standard could find somebody a lot better…" he explained.
"I don't care what anyone thinks," Courtney growled, turning on a heel and heading inside the lobby. She heard Aaron sigh heavily behind her but she dared not look back. She was tired of people who keep giving her their opinion when it was obvious that she could care less and just wasn't interested. Her eyes stay tense as she walked up to the elevator, pressed the button to go up, and waited. Trailing deeper into her thoughts, she was oblivious to another person who had come up behind her.
T—D—I
Duncan walked out from the massage area, his eyes droopy from how amazingly relaxed he felt and his muscles loose. In one arm, he carried his shirt and sneakers while, in the other, his fingers gripped around his key card. He had a cozy smile playing on his features and his legs felt weak. Slowly, he walked towards the elevators, completely not noticing a young brunette girl who was already waiting. He stayed standing behind her and also waited.
Blinking once, he heard the elevator make its stop. The doors pulled apart and the brunette stepped in. When she turned around, Duncan finally managed to get out of his droopy state; it was Courtney. She didn't notice him standing there but he saw her as clearly as anyone who could see the green dye in his faux-hawk. His eyes widened, his brow rising curiously; the girl looked sad and frustrated. He was about to say something but was too late; the elevator doors slid closed and he heard it begin to ascend.
The Rebel's face grew into a frown, his eyes half-lidded in annoyance and his brow twitching. Lately, he was speaking a little too late when that girl was around and it currently wasn't a good thing. Not only did he have competition but said competition had been with her for most of the day, saying God only knows what and possibly flirting as shamelessly as Duncan himself. The Juvenile's main concern, however, was that this newcomer could be keeping Courtney's mind away from him, maybe even trying to make her forget him completely. His eyes drooped at this.
A few other people came to the elevator area and someone already pushed the button. When the elevator came once again, the few, including Duncan, walked in, each pressing the button to their desired floor. The Rebel didn't have to worry, for someone else had already punched in his designated floor as well. A minute or so had passed and everyone, with the exception of Duncan and two others, had emptied from the elevator. Finally reaching their floor, they exited.
The Rebel went his own direction, eventually reaching his room. Once he did, he pulled up his key and, without even looking at it, inserted it into the card slot. The door had a small light on it which would blink green if the key worked. However, it blinked red, accompanied by a small noise. Duncan raised his brow at this. He tried again, only to come up with the same result. He sighed, irritated, and inspected the card finally. He was slightly surprised to see that the card read a room number that wasn't his but a room in the floor that was below his. His card had been switched, needless to say.
The pierced teen growled, annoyed that he now would have to go to the other room to return the key and see if that person had his card. Before doing anything, he pulled on his sneakers and shirt once more. Stuffing the switched key card in his pocket, he headed towards the elevator once again. He pressed the button and waited. After only a few seconds, he heard it coming up the elevator shaft. It stopped and the doors pulled apart. Looking up, his blue eyes met with unforgettable onyx ones and his eyes widened slightly.
"Princess?"
T—D—I
A/N: Oh, I love the suspense! :3 I told this was gonna get good! Didn't I tell you it was gonna get good!? Anyway, please R&R, constructive criticism, no flames! ;) Thanks! I hope you're all enjoying it so far!
