The idea of them getting snowed in came from Chipmunkfanatic. Thanks for the idea it's totally awesome! I don't own anything mentioned here or in any other chaps. That means Total Drama Island Spongebob and other stuff.

----------------------------Courtney's POV----------------------------------------------------------

"Oh no, there must be some mistake!" I grabbed the remote from him, barely noticing my position in his lap. I leaned forward and started clicking through the channels my happy mood gone. Every channel I passed would either say snowed in or had that God-awful phrase in big bold letters.

After going through every channel I collapsed back onto the couch, or so I thought.

"Hey babe I love this and all but your elbow is kinda on my lungs and I can't breathe."

"Agh!" I just about flew off of Duncan and over to the chair on the other side of the room.

"All I asked was that you move your elbow. I didn't say move." I rolled my eyes.

"I moved on my own choice thank you." I tried to sound nice since I would, against my will, have to be his houseguest.

"Why can't I just leave before we actually do get snowed in?" He got up and walked over to me.

"Because you're not allowed to leave until seven and that's when the heavy snow starts."

"Can't you just overlook the rule this once? Please?" He put his hand over his heart.

"I am surprised at you Princess! Making suggestions to break the rules! Your mother would be disappointed." I knew in my heart she probably would be but I brushed it off.

"I'll stay but I'm leaving first thing in the morning."

"Now that that's settled I'll tell you the real rules of the house. Of course number one is you can't leave till seven, but you'll be stuck so it doesn't really matter, number two you need to smell good."

"Why would that be a rule you always smell."

"Now what happened to the nice little girl that was just watching Spongebob?"

"She left when I found out I'd have to stay here."

"And number three is… there is a… mm dress code!" I looked over at him.

"What's wrong with the way I dress?"

"Sorry but that style is way too preppy for my house. You'll have to change." I rolled my eyes.

"If you haven't noticed I'm kind of stuck here."

"Don't you have extra clothes in the back of your car?" I stared at him.

"You ransacked my car!"

"Maybe. Well I'll just go get them for you." He took off. Wonder what he's up to. He got back and there were huge amounts of snow on his head. He tossed me a black shirt and some very dark blue jean Capri's. I rolled my eyes and put them on the floor next to me. He had something else in his hand.

"Tell me, how come when we had that field trip to the water park you wore that big T-shirt and those old jeans but you didn't wear this?" He held up an orange bikini with pink flowers on it.

"Give me that!" I snatched it from his hands and stuffed it in the pile of other stuff on the floor.

"You want something to eat?" I thought of eating anywhere near him, a pig with no manners. I shivered a bit.

"No thanks see I'm not really all that hungry." My stomach however didn't like the sound of that because it let out a big growl. Duncan smirked.

"Of course your not. Would you like some fries on the side?" I shook my head.

"Great I'll make spaghetti." He left the room.

A little while later he had made spaghetti and some breadsticks. I sat down at the dinner table.

"Now since I cooked you clean."

"That seems to be all I do anyway." I muttered but couldn't tell if Duncan heard or not.

"The princess is served." He set down a plate. It was spaghetti but a little bigger than my head. I felt like that girl from the movie The Game Plan.

"Um Duncan. This is very sweet but you see as a girl I need to keep my figure. This is about three times more than I need and will probably make me gain seventy pounds." He looked up at me. His face was covered in sauce. He shrugged and shoved another mouthful down his throat.

"Here I'll take half and you can have the other." I spooned out half of it on his plate and started to eat mine. Duncan finished before me by a few minutes. I got up and put my plate in the sink then looked at Duncan's sauce covered face. I grabbed the hose from the sink. (A/N I don't know what it's really called but it's a thing that's like a garden hose except on the sink.) I turned around and smiled at Duncan.

"I guess I'll start cleaning the biggest mess first." I pointed it at his face and sprayed on full blast.

"Why you little…" He grabbed some extra spaghetti and threw it at me. It was like another snowball fight but his weapon was a leftover dinner and mine was a water hose.

"Now look what you did! I have to clean all this up!"

"Hey you started it Princess not me." I put all the dishes in the sink and began to pick the place up. After some intense scrubbing I wiped my forehead.

"Now the only thing left dirty is—"

"Yourself?" I looked down at my pasta-coated shirt.

"And remember, rule numero dos no smells. Looks like someone will have to take a shower."
"You had somehow planned this didn't you?"

"I may or may not have. Showers upstairs take a left." I gave out a grunt but took the clothes he had gotten earlier and went up to shower. I locked the door behind me just in case.

"Stupid weather." I went and grumbled to myself for the whole shower.

As I finished up I reached out, grabbed a towel, and stepped out. I wish I were at my house. After wrapping the towel around me I looked for my clothes. Funny I thought I had left them right here. Then I noticed the door unlocked.

"Duncan!" I screamed. After thinking a little while I opened the door just a crack. Of course he was standing there waiting.

"You rang?"

"I was wondering where you put my clothes?"

"I'm shocked! How could you suspect me for such a crime?" But all the while he said this with a smirk.

"Whatever Duncan. I'll make you a deal. You can come to the party if I get my clothes back." He looked like he was pondering this but his eyes said showed a small amount of happiness.

"Fair enough trade I guess." He handed the clothes to me and I slammed the door before he could try to get in. I changed very quickly then left the bathroom. I decided to explore Duncan's closet before he knew I was out. The last time I'd seen it I had saw something somewhat suspicious but had brushed it off. I'd been brushing off a lot lately. I walked into the closet and looked around. All you saw at first was clothes but if you got down on the floor you could see a slither of light through the bottom of the dresser. I pushed it out of the way and there low and behold was a door.

"Hmm." I opened it up and was really surprised. It had cobwebs and everything but what I saw surprising was that it was a room filled with books. The inch of dust coating everything proved that Duncan hadn't been here. It was almost like a miniature library. I looked around and a certain book caught my eye.

"Calvin and Hobbes?!" Calvin and Hobbes was my favorite comic. Though I hadn't really read that many anyway. Actually it was the only one I had ever read and I only got to read maybe four pages worth but here was the full edition! There were three thick books with a brown cover and gold lettering. Also there was a picture of a blond six-year-old boy named Calvin hugging his best tiger stuffed animal Hobbes. I grabbed the books and headed downstairs.

They were very thick and I almost tripped but someone caught me. That someone was Duncan.

"Easy there don't want you breaking that pretty face of yours now. What do you have there?" I brushed myself off and picked the books up off the floor. I decided saying I was snooping around in your closet and found a secret library with Calvin and Hobbes wasn't the best thing to mention so I came up with something else.

"I found these in the bathroom cabinet while I was looking for a towel." He looked at all the dust.

"Uh huh." He said it sarcastically but dropped that subject.

"So what are they?" I gave him a duh look.

"Can you read? It says Calvin and Hobbes right here." His expression suddenly changed and it looked like he just dawned on something.

"I can read. I know I can because I read that little note you left me after you knocked me out with a frying pan." Oh God he remembered.

"Ha funny story. See the thing is I was cooking and then I slipped and then you walked in and then it kind of…" He covered my mouth.

"Yeah, right. One word revenge." I remembered the last time Duncan wanted revenge on me. It did not turn out well and was the gossip of the school for a long time back when we were freshmen.

--------------------------------------Flashback---------------------------------------------------------

"Ugh!" I was in the cafeteria reading a book Bridgette had let me borrow and just when it started getting good the God forsaken author put a flashback right there. I was getting so frustrated because the flashback was almost completely pointless. I got so mad after looking around and not seeing any teachers I threw the book. I heard a thud, a grunt, and then another thud. I looked up to see what I had hit. It was Duncan.

"Oh my God!" I ran over and picked up his head. His eyes were all swirly. People started to stare. I bit my lip.

"Bridgette! What the hell does this look like?" I shoved Duncan towards her. She examined his face.

"That's just a small case of swirled eyes. He should have his five senses back within two minutes." I threw him down, picked up my book and started to run. I didn't want to be anywhere near him when he woke up. I was almost out the door but I looked back everyone was staring at me.

"Please don't tell him that was my fault." Lindsay had told me earlier that year that a lot of people didn't like me. It made me very angry and I tried to deny it but then I realized that sometimes I got very cold stares. I sighed. They would probably tell anyway but I could try. I kept running all the way to the other side of the school. I took a rest near the art room.

Duncan would never suspect me to be here. I'm too "uptight" to be seen in an empty messy room. I walked in and flipped on the lights. A lot of times I wondered what it would be like if my parents had let me do other things. You know go to the movies, beach, carnivals things that weren't about education and music. They gave me the same excuse.

"I'll be happy when I grow up and become rich. Being young doesn't mean you have to be happy; yeah right." That was their saying. I sighed. I should come here more often. Nice place to get away and all and very creative space to think and…

"Hiding are we?" I turned my head slightly and covered my mouth to keep from screaming. Duncan was there standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face.

"N-no see I left a book in here and I'm looking for it. Oh here it is." I picked up Bridgette's book I had set down on the table. He grabbed it from me.

"Oh you mean the one that you threw at me?" I glared at the ground.

"Those snitches." His smirk grew.

"Most people don't get away with knocking me out. I really like the word revenge, don't you?" He started to advance. His arms were in a grabbing position.

"Wait a minute what revenge would this be?"

"Oh I don't know, let me think. What do you hate the most? Oh right, me! Now what could I do?" He started to laugh but I started to run. He was close behind I could hear him still maniacally laughing. I ran all the way back into the cafeteria.

"I swear if I was anything like Izzy I would have taken a bazooka and shot you all." I tried to mutter but Duncan heard it and started to laugh louder. I ran by Bridgette's table.

"Help me!" She shook her head.

"Courtney you're a good friend but this is hilarious!"

"Fine then. I'll just go tell Geoff you like him. A lot!" I started running towards the table that had Trent, Geoff, and DJ. I was always welcome near Trent and DJ was there when my Granny died, Geoff was the only one I didn't talk to that much.

"Hey guys. I just wanted to come to say hi oh and Geoff, Bridge has this major…" A hand reached over and covered my mouth. Bridgette was there.

"Look I tripped him for you but that's not enough time to talk. Run!" I sprinted out of there.

"I wanted to be a lawyer and here I was running from problems." I turned around to see his sprawled out form getting up. I picked up the pace.

"Yep I'm running." I found myself near the Principal's office. Perfect.

"Mr. Bob! I need to see you!" The principal was a very old and confused man, yet one of the best men I had ever met. Really his name was Mr. Fredrickson but Mr. Bob is what he makes us call him.

"Courtney come in, come in!" Right after I had ran into his office he shut the door. I heard a loud bang and I'm guessing Duncan had run into the door.

"Now dearie one lump or two?" He was pouring soda into a cup.

"Mr. Bob I don't think you put sugar cubes in soda." He looked down and laughed.

"I don't think you're supposed to either but dearest I love being hyper." He was a very strange old man.

"Now that we have that out of the way what's bothering you?" He sat down and stared at me. It's like his secret weapon to get you to tell all.

"Well you see…" He picked up a tray.

"Cheese cube?" I looked down at the peppermints.

"Sir those aren't cheese cubes. Should I go and make sure Mr. Vice gave you your medicine?" He waved for me to sit down.

"No, no I'm fine. Seriously though what's wrong dear?" I sighed.

"I accidentally hit this boy that I hate and now he's after me." He stood up.

"Was that that big babump I heard? Well you shouldn't run away from things I'll go get him." He opened the door.

"No Mr. Bob!" But it was too late. Duncan walked in.

"Duncan, sonny, that's quite a fair knot on your head." Mr. Bob knew everyone's name even if they didn't come to school. He told us he had psychic abilities and sometimes I believed him.

"Thanks sir. A book was strangely attracted to my head." He was smirking at me while I put my face in my hands.

"Well you two seem to have relationship problems or something. Do we need to hire a marriage counselor?" I shook my head madly.

"We are not anything but enemies to each other thank you. Mr. Fredrickson I've loved this meeting but I really must be going." His eyebrow rose.

"Mr. Fredrickson? Who is that? Well Mr. Fredrickson might not be here but I am, now let me guess." He put his hands on his head.

"You got mad and threw a book. It knocked Duncan down and now he swears revenge." I looked over at Duncan and we shared a confused look.

"How'd you…" My voice trailed off as he reached behind him and grabbed an air horn. Then he grabbed a foam finger. He started flapping up and down.

"Go Omelets! Woo!" I stood up and went over to him.

"Are you sure you took your medicine?" He started chuckling.

"Laughter is the best medicine for a happy life."

"Well Princess that explains your morbid life problem."

"Duncan, the only reason I ever act gloomy is because you're anywhere on the premises." Mr. Bob had some popcorn.

"Ooohh!" We went back to staring at him. He threw the bowl somewhere. He took some clown glasses and started to clean them.

"Well even though I do think you should see a true marriage counselor about this I suggest eating some fruit. There now you're all cured! Kiss and make up!" He put the clown glasses on and looked really stupid. That wasn't my main concern though. I didn't even have to look at Duncan to tell that he was smirking.

"Umm Sir?"

"Up up up, kiss and make up." He leaned on his desk. I turned around to run but instead ran into Duncan. To sum it up he kissed me. On the lips! I slapped him.

"You polluted, no good, revolting, son of a bitch!" Mr. Bob covered my mouth.

"Courtney language like that shouldn't be broadcasted to the entire school!" I looked over and saw that he had turned on the loud speaker.

"Aaauuuggghhh!" I directed my attention to the door and heard a lot of laughs, ohh's, and more laughing. Picked up the microphone and cleared my voice.

"Would Heather Shimek please report to the office please. You're needed for manipulating advice. Heather Shimek to the office." I put down the speaker. Before walking out I stomped on Duncan's foot.

"Ugh, I'm just glad I got my revenge." Mr. Bob winked at Duncan and gave him a thumbs up. He may be one of the best principal's I've ever had but I wish he had taken my side in there. I walked over to Heather.

"I heard what happened in there. That was like so unfair. Would you like some uh 'advice'?" I looked over at her.

"Yes that's why I called you. Now what do you suggest?" She gave me the greatest plan ever and I did use it but that's another story.

"Now I'd rather let this evening go by without bad names and broken bones huh?" He shrugged and looked down at the books.

"Who's Calvin?" I sighed.

"Calvin is a hilarious six-year-old that gets himself into trouble all the time." I sat down on the ground with hot chocolate from earlier and opened the book. I let Duncan sit next to me and we started to skim through the pages.

------------------------------Duncan's POV----------------------------------------------------------

Wow she knew what she was talking about when she said hilarious. Calvin was funny. I know she won't admit it but I bet he reminds her of me. I felt something on my shoulder. I looked over and saw Courtney asleep.

"Aw you're so cute when you're sleeping." Picking her up bridal style I carried her up to the guest room. She'd be pissed if I put her in my room and now matter how hot she is when she's pissed it's not worth the frying pan torture. Settling for the room right next to mine would have to work. I tucked her in and watched for a minute. The anger lines were gone and her face looked as though she was actually at peace. Sighing I went into my room.

I couldn't fall asleep. Something was really bothering me. Then I heard a scream. I ran into Courtney's temporary room. She was feeling around desperately and was sweating.

"What is it?" She looked at me.

"I had a nightmare. I do every time he's not here."

"Who?" She shook her head and lied down.

"It's nothing I'll be fine." Ten minutes later the same thing happened, and then again. The third time I sat next to her.

"Alright tell me who's missing?" She looked away and then started to mutter.

"Fuzzy butt."

"What?" She sighed.

"My stuffed bear. I get this weird feeling at night a lot and after it goes away I grab my teddy so I don't have nightmares about it."

"While I know nothing about creepy feelings I'm sorry I don't have any stuffed animals." She bit her lip.

"Okay I'll be fine I'm sure." I doubted it but she shooed me away.

Twenty minutes later I heard an even louder shriek. I ran into her room and shook her awake. She was shaking now.

"Look it's just going to get worse." I knew what she was like. I had read part of her diary. She hated looking weak and she probably imagines I think she's weak right now.

"Well what should I do? Not go to sleep? Sorry to tell you but it's not my fault!" My shoulders relaxed a little. She was probably scared on the inside just didn't want to show it on the outside. I shook my head. Enough Dr. Phil, it's time to do something. I slid next to her.

"What are you doing?"

"You're apparently scared I'm trying to be nice. Now go to sleep."

"But-"

"Go to sleep and no more nightmares." She was reluctant but gave up in the end. I sighed realizing she had finally gone to sleep. I pulled her closer and she responded by wrapping her arms around me. Ah yes, life was good.

A/N I just watched the special episode and I want to say I completely don't care about what happened except for the fact that they say Courtney's not coming back.

My sister is not a C fan so once she watched it she tried to tell me she was a rotten character but all I did was say

"Sorry sis I would leave you alone in the woods for a million dollars too." Yeah she hasn't talked to me much lately.

Another thing I want to say is I'm 13 (And a half to be scientifical) so if I get something wrong please tell me. Thanks!

Review as you please and you can flame if you want but realize it just wastes time.