Title: And I Quote
Fandom: Total Drama Island
Pairing: Duncan/Courtney
Chapter: Eight, Titled 'Love'
Summary: Courtney just won't say it, but Bridgette has to remind her about one important fact.

The hardest thing about love is admitting it to yourself.

-Unknown

"I do not love him!"

"Yeah, you do."

I stuck my tongue out at the blonde, eyes mad. "Why do you think that?" I said innocently. "Where's your proof?" I stuck another piece of popcorn in my mouth, chewing slowly, waiting for her answer.

"Well, let's see…" She began counting on her fingers, "Exhibit A- you guys have kissed about 40 million times." She smirked at me, giggling as my face went red.

"Go on." I said. I didn't love him just from a couple of kisses.

Bridgette smiled. "He always calls you princess, and you don't even care anymore. You enjoy the pet name!" She pointed a finger at me. "You're guilty."

"Keep going." I wasn't letting this go that easily.

"The way you act around him. You blush, and you guys understand each other, and you still have that stupid skull." She gestured to the wooden skull sitting on my desk.

"It's not stupid." I said defensively. "And what does it matter if I kept the skull?"

"You've kept it for two whole years, and you always get all weird when someone knocks it over." Bridgette shivered. "Like that one time I did it."

Yeah, Bridgette hadn't been allowed in my room for two weeks then.

"Well, what's love got to do with any of that?" I bit my lip. "I mean, it's nothing."

"It's not nothing." Bridgette mused. "You know it's more."

"Well… it's not love." I didn't like this conversation. It made me all squirmy inside.

"What is it then?"

That was a hard question. I didn't really know how to answer it. "Um… psychical attraction?" Oh, yeah right. I didn't love Duncan; I just loved his killer abs and awesome ass. What a lie. We all knew that Duncan was hot (we don't say it to his cocky face though), but it took a lot more for me to like someone.

"You said he's sweet." The surfer said quietly. "He carved you a skull." She narrowed her eyes. "He'd do anything for you." She tapped her fingers on the rug, looking back at the television screen. "And you still don't love him?"

I looked at the TV screen long and hard, not even knowing what the program was. I stuffed my face in a pillow. "Can we please not talk about Bridge?" I could almost feel her glaring at me. "Please?" I squeaked.

She sighed, exhausted. "Alright. Have it your way."

We both watched the movie silently. When it was over, we went back to regular TV, half-way watching Paula Dean's Home Cooking.

I fidgeted in my silk pajamas, a squirmy feeling inside me. "I don't love him." I whispered.

Bridgette sighed. "He loves you though."

A/N: I found this in one of my old, old, OLD computer files and thought, aww, I should put it up. I'm sorry if it's crappy. I wrote it when I was eleven. :D AKA back when I was so obsessed with DxC I would die for them… oh wait. Nothing's changed :P

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