Title: Sparks
Author: Cereal-Killa
Rating: K+
Pairing: Duncan/Courtney
Summary of Chapter: The door had been slammed in his face many times, but Duncan has learned to deal by now…
#4: DOOR
It wouldn't be the first time she had slammed the door in his face.
He was used to Courtney getting pissed at him, telling him this was the last straw, that he was out for good. He would walk into their house after a really bad day, light alcohol on his breath and the regrets of another day at work. She would give him a hard glare, coming home from college classes and studying herself ragged, and then he would say some rude comment. They would both be in their respective places- him watching TV and carving something with his pocket knife, her on the computer typing something up for her classes while trying to balance her checkbook. And Duncan would break this perfect balance with a mean retort that he had woven out of thin air-
"How long we got until that pole gets shoved further up your ass?"
And Courtney would get pissed. They would push and pull, fight and slam each other, hurt each, mentally and physically scar them both- and then she would say that it was about time he left. He would shoot a big 'you're bluffing' smirk, but then she would run upstairs and grab a suitcase from the closet. He would chase her up the stairs because oh hell no, she wasn't.
But, oh hell yes, she was. They would both run into their bedroom as Courtney began taking all of his clothes and belongings out of their drawers, off of their desks, and stuff it into the suitcase vigorously. Duncan would yell something like, "Are you bullshitting me?" and Courtney would respond with something such as, "Like hell I'm joking! Get the fuck out!" And would run downstairs with the suitcase.
Duncan would follow her, muttering at her the whole time, letting out an unbelievable gasp as she threw the suitcase outside, and he had to follow- all his shit was in there. And then, obviously, as soon as his butt was out the door, she would slam it in his face.
And he would feel that horrible feeling that this was the last time. He would get angry, then depressed, then in denial, and other mixed stages of grief in the next ten seconds. And then the door would open again.
She would run to him and he would wrap his arms tightly around her as their teeth clashed together in a violent kiss. She would wrap her legs around him and the suitcase would be forgotten as he dragged her back inside the house, somehow making their way upstairs amongst feverish kisses and muffled moans.
It wouldn't be the first time she had slammed the door in his face.
Of course, they both knew, in the back of their minds, it most definitely would never be the last.
Authors Note:
Dear god, f*cking wi-fi! What a bitch, am I right? Sneaking onto my brothers monitor, he'll never be the wiser… hell, this dude had FF on favorites. Never knew he had an account… heh, I've got a family full of people like me… That's a little sad to think about…
I personally love this chapter. Personally. :)
Thanks for reading!
First Draft Finished: 1/2/2011
Final Draft Finished: 1/2/2011
Published: 1/30/2011
Fandom: Total Drama series
Disclaimer: Total Drama Island and all its characters are property of their respective owners.
©2011 Cereal-Killa