A/N:
What's up people!! Thank you so so so so so so so sooooooo much to all of you that reviewed. I got a total of 8 reviews, 5 favorites, 4 alerts, and 103 hits!! Bam, baby! That's great for a first chapter!! XD
I am in such a good mood cuz I got one final down and only have two more to take!! But one of them is World History… not looking forward to that..
Anyway, on with the fic!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama Island. If I did, Duncan would have won, and Heather would have been the first person off. Capeesh??
Second Chappie: Making Close Contact
Duncan's P.O.V.
I am so sick of General Crazy. After I completed the packet, not missing a single question, he made me go through a series of tests like swimming, running, climbing, and such to see how 'physical fit' I am. And, just like the packet, I passed it with flying colors. Apparently Dr. McClean had me physically and mentally advanced so that I was smarter and stronger than a regular human boy.
He looked over a review of my testing results. He nodded his head. Then his eyes looked into mine.
"Tomorrow morning you're gonna start work with Courtney… Is that clear, maggot?!" he asked me… well, more like yelled at me. I sniffed.
"Whatever," I said. It's not like I cared. But hey, I now knew Princess' name. That's a plus. Then I realized something. Where was I going to sleep?
"Where am I gonna sleep?" I asked him. Mr. Hatchet pointed to the door which we entered.
"You will go back into the main room, take the stairs, and sleep in Room 209." I nodded my head and left the room. I wasn't about to spend extra time with General Crazy.
I walked up the stairs and into the second floor hallway. I found the white door with the number 209 painted on it and went inside.
The room was okay. The light blue walls and sand-colored rug seemed too beach-like for me, but I didn't really care. I saw that there was a light blue desk, bedside table, and bed. There was also a private bathroom and a balcony.
I walked over to the door leading out to the balcony. I pushed the white curtains out of the way so that I could look outside. The balcony overlooked a beach and the ocean. The sun was setting, and was just above the horizon. I wondered where I was, because I had never seen a beach in person before; Dr. McClean had only implanted images of beaches in my mind.
I opened the door and walked out onto the balcony. There were balconies on either side of me, but I did not notice that there was a person on the balcony to my right until she spoke.
"So you finished the tests, I'd assume," a voice said from my right. Startled, I looked over to see Princess standing on the balcony to my right, looking at me.
I smirked. I hadn't seen her face earlier because of the bandanna that was covering it, and I now saw what I was missing. She had a small, slightly pointed nose and small, round lips. There was a patch of freckles above her nose and in between her eyes. And now, in the light of the setting sun, her beautiful onyx eyes shone. It took all of my willpower to stop gazing into her hypnotizing eyes.
"Yeah, General Crazy finally let me go," I said casually. I couldn't let her know that she was hypnotizing me, even though I had only known her for about a day. She nodded her head.
I looked at her, studying the way that she held herself. I wanted to know everything about her: who her family was, why she was here, what she liked, what she disliked, how soft her lips were….
I shook my head. I shouldn't be thinking about that. I barely knew her. I also had no idea where I was.
She looked at me, obviously concerned.
"Do you have a headache?" she asked. I shook my head again.
"I was just thinking, that's all," I said quietly. She nodded her head and leaned against the balcony railing. As she stared at the horizon, where the sun was almost completely set, I had the sudden urge to climb over onto her balcony and wrap my arms around her. I wanted to hold her close, to feel the warmth coming off of her smooth skin, to taste her mouth as I kissed her…
I couldn't hold it in. I climbed up onto my balcony rail. She looked at me, slightly confused. I jumped over onto her balcony, landing perfectly on my feet. She took a step back; I had jumped so that I was just inches away from her.
I then noticed that the sun had set, and it was getting dark.
"You'd better get inside," I said as I opened her balcony doors. She nodded her head and walked into her room. I looked inside.
Her room was all browns and cream-colors. I chuckled as I walked in. She glared at me.
"What? It's just kinda funny how your room is brown and white," I said, defending myself. Princess raised one eyebrow, so I continued, "It's just that brown and white are kind of contrasting, yet they look good together," I moved closer to her, so that there were only centimeters in between our faces, "kind of like you and me."
After I said that, I felt something slap across my face. I rubbed my cheek, where Princess' hand had striked. She glared at me, again.
I smirked. She was playing hard to get. Being around her was sure going to be fun.
I turned around and started to walk towards the balcony. (I knew that she expected me to try to get closer to her again.) I heard her gasp and I could just picture her surprised look on her face. I turned my head so that I could see her out of the corner of my eye. I smiled.
"See ya tomorrow, Courtney." With that, I left her room, closing the balcony doors behind me. I climbed back over to my balcony. I went into my room, shutting the doors behind me, and lay down on my bed. Without even changing (I didn't even have anything to change into) I fell into a deep sleep, filled with dreams about Courtney, my Princess.
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Courtney's P.O.V.
I woke up to the sun shining in through the windows and onto my bed. I sat up in bed, yawning and stretching my arms. I got out of bed and pulled my white, strapless nightgown to as far down as it could go, just above my knees. I walked over to my bathroom and rubbed my eyes before looking into the mirror.
My hair was a mess. Locks of hair were sticking up in random ways. I needed to brush it badly. I grabbed my brush and raked it through my hair. I then looked at myself.
I looked amazing. My hair lay neatly on my shoulders. My nightgown tightly hugged my body, emphasizing all of the curves. The skin that covered my shoulders and arms had a soft, silky appearance.
I wish that that boy could see me like this, I thought before I could stop myself. I mentally slapped myself. I couldn't be thinking about him; I barely knew him. And he tried to make a move on me last night.
I then remembered what happened. He had climbed over and stood close to me, so close that I could feel some of the heat that was radiating off of him. As he came closer to me, I wanted to lean forward and place my lips on his, and kiss him long and hard.
I mentally slapped myself again. What was wrong with me? I had never fallen for any other male agents I had to work with, let alone any person of the male gender. I realized then that he wasn't working with me.
I sighed a sigh of relief. If he was assigned to work with me, I'd be constantly distracted. I'd never get any work done, and who knows… I might even make out with him…
I sighed again. Now was no time to be thinking of him. I had to prepare for whatever Mr. Hatchet had planned for me to do next.
I left the bathroom and walked over to my desk. I didn't notice that the balcony doors were open, or the person sneaking up behind me until he grabbed me around my waist from behind.
"Gotcha, Princess!" I screamed and felt myself being turned around. I looked into the face of the boy I saved.
"What are you doing?" I shouted. He smirked.
"Oh, c'mon, you know you're glad to see me," he said confidently. I knew that I had wanted to see him, but I would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was right.
"No I'm not," I said defiantly. He pulled me in closer. Heat came off of him in waves. My thighs were pressed against his, and my stomach was pushed against his bare torso. I felt my mind slightly blanking.
"Deny it all you want, Princess," he whispered, his warm breath lightly brushing against my face, "but you know you want me." I almost gave it and said that I did want him. Keyword being 'almost.'
"Get off me," I said as I placed my hands against his torso and pushed him away from me. I ignored the butterflies that started buzzing around in my stomach when I felt his rock-hard abs against my palms.
He smirked at me and said, "Whatever floats your boat, Princess." I rolled my eyes and walked over to my bed and sat down on it Indian style.
"My name isn't 'Princess,'" I said, sounding very stuck-up. "It's Courtney." He walked over and sat down in front of me.
"Ok, Courtney," he said mockingly. I lightly slapped his upper arm. He raised his hand like he was going to slap back. I closed my eyes and prepared for the impact, but it never came. I opened my eyes and blinked in confusion. He was already at the balcony doors. I suddenly had the urge to stop him.
"Wait," I called, standing up and reaching my hand out. He stopped and turned around, raising one eyebrow at me. I suddenly drew a blank. What was I going to say that wouldn't embarrass me?
"What's your name again?" I asked stupidly, saying the first thing that came into my head. He rolled his eyes and turned around to face the balcony.
"It's Duncan," he said as he walked onto the balcony and out of sight. I fell back onto my bed, leaning my head on my soft pillows.
"Duncan," I muttered softy, unaware of the smiling boy who just crossed over to his own balcony.
A/N:
So, what do you think???? I actually thought it was pretty good. Maybe it was a little OOC when Duncan and Courtney were on the balcony(ies), but I'll let you decide that.
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p.s.s- please read my sister's work, Halloween of Horror (it's also a TDI fic). It's really good but she won't admit it and she thinks that I'm better than her…