Why I am doing this at 3:30AM I will never ever know. And why I am watching Madagascar while doing this I really will never ever know. But I have some news about the whole DxG kiss - in fact I wasn't even aware it was this episode, but 'SPOILER ALERT': they kiss in the London episode near the end, and Tyler sees it. How do I know this? Apparently, Australia is showing the episodes before America and Canada, which I find odd, yet awesome so us Aussies don't have to wait a year for it to come around. If you want more info on the episode in general or about the kiss, either feel free to PM me OR write it in a review and I will respond. Promise (yn). Man am I hungry at this time.

Warning: This chapter isn't humorousy in any way. Well maybe some parts, but its mostly a bit angsty and swearing from our favourite delinquent. Oh how he makes it look hilarious.

Disclaimer: Did I even do one before? Mehh, I forget. If I didn't do one, I would but I'm in a sleep deprived state so like here it goes "I own nothing because I have died." The end, now enjoy this story while I go watch the rest of the film. Oooo, shark goes kaboom!


Then all of a sudden, he had felt someone tugging on his mohawk, running their hands all over it. Everyone knew that if you touched or messed with Duncan's hawk when he was asleep, you would be dead… no lie. Before Duncan could manage to tell whoever it was to go run for their lives, he didn't expect to hear a soft voice pipe up above him.

"Why does this man have grass growing on his burnt head?"

What the…

With his vision now focused, he began to move his head around, trying to see if the person who had said that statement was still around. But he had seen no-one. There was no-one even remotely a few feet away from him. Odd, for him. How did that person just disappear so quickly?

Duncan could've sworn he heard a voice, and he never forgot a voice. Well, if it was someone boring then yeah, he would. But as an experienced criminal, he sort of had the skills to remember people's identities and their voices. So why was it that he couldn't detect who said the voice? And why did it sound so… kiddish?

Duncan stood up, flexing his muscles. Oh how he missed the way that Courtney rolled her raven eyes at him for showing off, yet blushed at how toned and rugged his entire exterior was. He sighed sadly, knowing that there was no way he could ever get her back. How he had wished he should've went after her instead of watching her retreating form all those years ago.

Thinking of those sad memories haunted him. How he blamed himself for what he had become. For all he knew, they could've been together now, and who knows, maybe little badass Courtney kids would be running around. But as if something like that would happen to him. Here he was in his twenty-seven year old form, moping about the girl he loved and lost long time ago. How he wished he could take Cher's advice and "turn back time," and…

Since when was there a small pink luggage in the room?

Curiosity getting the better of him, Duncan trudged towards where the object was placed near the entrance of the door. He figured Bridgette must've been back, but even he knew she wouldn't get something pink, she hated it!

Nevertheless, it didn't hurt to just take a quick sneak peek, would it? Precariously, Duncan unzipped the small luggage, pulling a crown keychain while doing so. He stuck his hand inside the tiny compartment, moving around to find the first thing he could grab about the owner of this mysterious case. Just as he found something worth investigating on, he felt a poke on his shoulder, resulting him to be in defence mode, only realising it was Geoff.

"Duncan dude… I never you did that in your alone time," Geoff stated, a curious laugh escaping his lips.

Duncan cocked his eyebrows, until realising what Geoff had been referring to – the object that was grasped in his hands was none other than a…

"Oh ewww!" Duncan shouted disgusted, realising he had picked out from the suitcase a Barbie doll, who for some reason seemed to resemble Lindsay. He then turned to Geoff, glaring at him. "Tell anyone what you saw and you will literally suffer."

Geoff surrendered laughing. "It's cool bro, it's cool. So did you have fun sleeping for the full twenty four hours?"

"I was asleep for that long?" Duncan figured if that was the case, his dreams must've felt so real and full of life.

"Yeah, I tried to call you several times to let you know I would come late since Bridge's flight got delayed and that I would most likely had to stay overnight at the airport. But it was worth it, just to see my baby again," Geoff proclaimed, a dreamy look adorning his features.

Duncan rolled his eyes at his pal, but deep down felt hurt by his last words. If he would do anything just to see his Princess again, he would. He didn't care if it meant he would lose his reputation as a badass punk, he really was grey without his sunlight.

"Ohh Geoff, that is soo sweet of you to say," Bridgette replied with, coming out of one of the apartment rooms, making Duncan's thoughts vanish from thin air.

Yeah, you guessed it. The two known for their constant make-outs were at it again. And why Duncan was still there watching this scene, he would never know.

Oh wait, he remembered why he was. Obviously on the Total Drama series he was unfortunately a part of, Duncan clearly remembered pestering Courtney whenever he had the chance to give him a kiss. Of course he was unsuccessful many times, but he never gave up. And when he did get one, his mind would go in a cloudy state, and each kiss from her had surprised him more and more.

Although he hated reminiscing about the good old times, he knew his older brother's words were right after all, "You don't realise how much you love someone until you set them free." Damn his brother for making him watch some corny and sappy romance film to impress his girlfriend. Now that he thought about it, Duncan never did forgive his brother about making him want to commit suicide over some pointless love movie.

Before his mind would dwell deeper, he perceived Geoff and Bridgette had stopped making out and smiled at whatever or whoever was standing at the entrance of the hallway. Duncan began to face in the direction they were staring at, and him being shocked would have been an understatement.

A young petite girl stood before him, wearing a simple plain collared shirt with a ruffled and layered gunmetal skirt, no longer than past the knee. Clean, white knee-high socks and cute indigo flats completed the child's look, making her look like a miniature version of Rachel Berry. From her skin as a light mocha colour to her chocolate-coloured hair made the combination blend well as a complexion.

And then there were the few specks of hidden freckles around the nose, making Duncan speculate whether maybe Courtney had entered a time machine and this was her as a little girl. It was quite freakish, as everything seemed to resemble the drama queen herself, except for one noticeable feature that seemed rare and intricate to the mohawked boy.

The eyes. He never knew the colour was so entrancing or hypnotizing on someone, especially to a little girl. Sure, he had the same colour, but it just seemed really exotic and mysterious on someone that wasn't him. Duncan wondered why this innocent-looking little girl in front of him looked like his former flame; yet intriguingly had the same piercing teal eyes as him.

Before he could observe the girl any further, she began to break the awkward silence that had risen, "Looks like sleeping beauty had their beauty sleep."

It was the voice, which he had heard before. Duncan was quite relieved that he hadn't been crazy for imagining it, although very suspicious on who owned the young tone. And now that he knew, a thought came into his head – did she just diss me as if I was a Princess?

"Good morning mini mocha, did you sleep well?" Geoff asked the young girl, smiling. Even in his sleep deprived state, Geoff knew how to be mellow, even after a party.

All the young child did was nod politely, covering her mouth to yawn. It made Duncan feel uncomfortable, knowing that was something Courtney would do, even after a rough night.

"You hungry?" Bridgette politely questioned, hearing a slight growl come from the child's stomach.

She dug deep into her jeans pocket and pulled out a packet of biscuits, handing it to the girl who took it acceptingly. Duncan watched intently as the girl opened the packet tenderly, munching slowly and savouring the taste as she did. Although there was hardly any nice or edible food to eat in the room, he eyed her actions, up to the point where she sneezed and began to hiccup a little.

"Awww," Geoff awed, placing his hands on his chest at the little girl's sudden actions.

Bridgette joined along with Geoff, until she found her gaze drawn to Duncan's, as he watched her next moves. She could tell that deep down, the bad boy was thinking, "Who the hell is this little brat?" It was when it hit her that he still didn't have a clue. She sighed contently to herself, wondering why boys were clueless over the obvious.

"Sweetie, why don't you go back into the room, I'll be with you in a few minutes," Bridgette ordered nicely. The girl nodded, thanked the surfer for the biscuits and headed off down the hall. Once they all heard the door close, Bridgette then returned her gaze at Duncan, who stared his azure eyes with her hazel ones.

"Who was that?" Duncan asked, finally got to say the one thing he had wanted to say ever since he got paranoid over the voice he had heard.

"She's the daughter of one of my very good friends," Bridgette quipped with, making Duncan's mind wander to again if that good friend she was referring to was his Princess.

"She's going out of the country for a business trip and couldn't find anyone to take care of her while she was gone, so she asked me to come by and take care of her," she ended. "Do you mind?"

Did he mind? Of course he goddamn freaking mind! She looked exactly like Courtney 2.0 – childhood form, and he didn't want to have his heart have more pain and his mind to hurt because he saw a child that resembled her. Duncan didn't know how he would cope if the girl was actually related to her. He didn't like kids much but for some reason, he wanted to know more about her, like it was something he had been missing for a long time without even realising it.

"Malibu, I'm not gonna lie, I do mind."

"I can't take her back to my place, it's infested with mice."

"Well no wonder, I guess you bring her here so she can infect the place too."

"That's not why I brought her here Duncan, I-"

"Then why the fuck is some spoilt little girl in my apartment, sitting in that bloody room right now? Wait a minute, is she in my room? What gives you the right fucking mind to put her-"

"SHUT UP!"

Bridgette and Duncan both stopped their war and turned to Geoff, standing in between his best friend and his girlfriend. He knew that the party dude would pick his girl over anything and he respected his friend's decision, but this time he shouldn't had.

"I will, until I find out why there is a girl unannounced doing who knows what in my room, in my apartment!"

Bridgette got annoyed and frustrated with Duncan. Why couldn't he had just figured it out already. "There is a reason for it I swear Duncan, but just agree to let her stay for a while, and-"

Duncan couldn't take it anymore. He had to express how he felt about the girl, inflicting his personal feelings for the former C.I.T. "No I can't agree to this. Do you know why? Do you know how she has the same colour hair as her? Do you know she has the same complexion as her? Do you know she has the same amount of specks of freckles around her nose? Do you even know how she dresses and eats? She is an exact replica of her! I can't have her in my home when after so long I am still trying to get over the fact that I will never get back the girl I loved and lost, and having her in my home is just going to make it worse for me."

Bridgette and Geoff just stood there, completely baffled and what was going on. Here they were, listening to Duncan confess to still trying to get over Courtney, while in another room was a little girl that resembled her, except for the eyes of course. They both knew he still cared for her, but didn't think it was eating him alive ever since the two had broken up almost a decade ago. Now they were both afraid to say anything at all, knowing you wouldn't want to mess with a furious bad boy like Duncan.

"Do you know how hard it is to even imagine her with another man? Not only does it stab my heart, it stabs my soul, it stabs me completely. Why does she have to stay here anyway, doesn't she have any other relatives she can stay with? Anyone else that isn't with me, anywhere else that isn't here? Doesn't she have a father at all? Because someone so spoilt like her is bound to have some rich white ass bastard to make her become the way she is now-"

If only he knew, Bridgette mused sadly, as all she could do is watch and listen to Duncan rant angrily. She felt his pain, and she wanted to tell him but she didn't want to break her promise to-

"Shut the hell up Duncan!" A voice boomed from next to them, startling both Duncan and Bridgette. They both turned to see Geoff all red-faced and smoke steaming out of his ears. "You shouldn't even be dissing her father at all if you knew who he was."

Bridgette widened her hazel eyes. He wouldn't do it, would he?

"Please, the way she eats shows she comes from an uptight family, the way she dresses shows she is gonna be doing some political shit thing. And you dare telling me that I don't know who her father is? I know the goddamn type," Duncan rebutted, now fired up.

"I don't think you do know who or what her father is like, if you knew who he was like I said," Geoff shouted back. Bridgette had seen Geoff and Duncan argue a lot, but over minor things that were really pointless. But nothing very verbal or serious like this.

"Oh, and you do?"

"I know you're still heartbroken about what happened between you and Courtney, I really am, but you have to fix your attitude because the little girl is staying and I don't care what you say. She has no-where else to stay and I too have noticed how she looks like Courtney, but you have to straighten up your look and your behaviour, because she isn't leaving. So deal with it."

"Have you failed to notice I also live in this home too Geoff? Or has making out with Malibu made you lose your senses?"

That cracked Geoff up. "You still haven't even noticed why she is here? You have at least noticed she looks like Court, but you forget to notice the main thing about her-"

"Duh, her eyes. I bet the baby daddy is that douchebag Justin-"

"I can assure you it definitely is not Justin!"

"Really? Then give me one fucking good reason as to why I have to be in the same room as her, why she has to live in the same roof as me, why she acts exactly the same and looks the same as Courtney, except for the eyes-"

Bridgette knew that Geoff had had enough and was gonna come out with it. And this time, she wasn't going to stop that at all. For the way he had talked dirt about the girl, Duncan definitely had the right to know.

"And you still fail to notice the significance? You know why? Because dude you are stupid enough to not know that you're the baby daddy!"


Oh Duncan and his potty mouth, tsk tsk. Yet we love him for one of those reasons.

And to Carmilla D, I guess I was inspired by two Spanish songs. One being 'La Camisa Negra' by Juanes, and the other being 'Why Wait' by Belinda. Okay well Belinda sings most of her song in English and a minor part in Spanish, but it's more of a 'don't give up' song, which will reach Duncan's mind eventually in later chapters.

Ahhh, screw this, let's watch the shark scene again ^^

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