Chapter Seven: War Stories

Courtney's POV:

"You think DJ has the whole thing under control?" I asked Duncan as he and I walked back to camp.

"Are you kidding? DJ is the most animal loving guy I know. I think he'd rather kill himself first than an animal," Duncan answered. "What do you think Gwen and Trent won?" he then asked.

"Oh that's right they won the challenge. I don't know," I answered casually. It was times like these where Duncan and I actually got along, and we just had normal conversations. These times were rare, but I really liked them.

"Have you kind of noticed everyone is acting… weird?" Duncan asked me.

"Yeah actually, I've noticed Bridgette, Gwen and Izzy are always telling me to go spend time with you and the baby and be nice to you," I answered with a smile.

"Oh that's odd, because Geoff, Noah and Trent have been asking me why I put up with you and the baby and say I should give up the baby thing."

Now serious, I turned to Duncan and stared him head on. "Why do you put up with me and Britney?"

He blinked a few times in confusion. "Huh?"

"Well…." I stammered, "I'm just saying I'm not the most… easy going person to get along with. So sometimes I wonder why you put up with me, and Britney is only adding to our fighting." Wow did I just say that to Duncan? I basically just showed weakness! Ugh…

"You really want to know?" Duncan replied. His eyes were soft and there wasn't a hint of sarcasm on his face. He was serious right now. "I like you Courtney," he began. Oh my god he just called me Courtney, and not Princess! "And yeah we fight, but it's just part of the fun. And I like taking care of Britney with you."

I stared at him in disbelief. Finally a smile went across my face, "Back at you."

"Cool," he smiled, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "So what do you think is the deal with the others?"

"I don't know," I answered. "They're just weird. I mean come on, it's not like they made a bet about us and the baby behind our backs or anything like that."

"Yeah," Duncan laughed, "Cause if they did I'd kill 'em." (A/N ;D *wink*)

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Gwen's POV:

"I'm telling you right now, there is no way you were in a freaking war!" I shouted.

"Don't give me back talk! I'll make you do twenty pushups if I have to!" Chef roared back.

I crossed my arms stubbornly and took a seat next to Trent. "Let's not win a challenge next time," I whispered to him.

"Hey we didn't know the so called 'prize' for winning the canoe race would be to hear Chef ramble on about made up war stories," Trent whispered back.

"They're real!" Chef exclaimed. "Now shut up and I'll continue. Only five of us came out of the jungle that day…"

"UGH!" Trent and I both wailed. "Quit torturing us man," Trent said.

"Ungrateful punks. I've had better jobs in prison," Chef grumbled.

"Now prison I believe," I said, Trent snickering.

"That's it. I'm going to the kitchen to get myself a drink and when I get back you two better be ready to hear my story. Or else," Chef snarled as he stood up and left. Trent and I laughed our heads off when he left the Mess Hall. When Chef came back we composed ourselves and Chef had an angry scowl across his face. "Someone ransacked the kitchen," he growled.

Trent and I exchanged worried looks. Did Courtney and Duncan make their food hunt for Britney that obvious? "Was anything missing?" Trent asked.

"Just a couple cookie packages, six packs of soda, my last Red Bull and…" Chef stopped mid sentence when he noticed the glare on my and Trent's face.

"Do you seriously have all that good food! You fed us a can of beans for dinner last night!" I exclaimed. "You mean you've been holding back on the food?"

"Uh… no," Chef stammered. "Say anything and it's a night in the fish cabin for the both of you!" He sat back down. "Now where was I in my story?"

"The end," Trent answered.

"No, no, I was just getting started. Oh that's right now I remember. Only five of us came out of the jungle that day…"

Trent and I groaned in agony. "FML," I huffed. (A/N wow writing GxT is actually pretty fun, since they don't bicker back and forth like *cough* a certain couple we know ;D)

~X~X~X~

"Hey! The two of you wake up! I'm finished with my story!" Chef yelled.

I lazily opened my eye lids. My head was on Trent's shoulder and apparently we both fell asleep. "What time is it?" I yawned.

"9:00 P.M. You two go back to your camps," Chef answered.

Nine at night. That means Chef rambled on about a made up war story for three hours. Three freaking hours! Trent was first to get out of his chair, and helped me up and led me out of the Mess Hall since I was still waking up. "I think we just had a glimpse into hell," Trent joked.

"He was so not in a war," I groaned. Trent laughed and wrapped an arm around mine as I leaned on him for support while we walked. We came to the girl's cabin where we saw all the campers sitting down to food. "What's going on here?" I asked.

"Gwen! You made it back girl!" Leshawna exclaimed happily.

"Duncan and Geoff snuck into the kitchen and snagged some good food for us," Bridgette explained. "Come on there's still some food."

Trent let go of me and I sat down next to Courtney and Bridgette, while he went next to Tyler and Noah. "We've just experienced hell," Trent groaned.

"Look on the bright Elvis," Duncan said.

"Oh yeah, what?"

"You and Gwen kept Chef busy so we could steal the food," Duncan grinned. "You two make good distractions."

"Story of my life," I mumbled.

Author's Note:

Yeah, I know this chapter didn't have much to do with the baby. But I needed to have a good filler chapter, know what I'm saying? Next chapter will be more raccoon filled :D So please review, and thank you for reading!