Life for Rent
A Total Drama Island
A/N: Okay, here goes the tongue piercing thing. I did research it, so I know how to describe it…here goes…
Disclaimer: Nope, it's all FreshTV, Teletoon, and Cartoon Network.
Courtney's POV:
I cannot believe I'm going to go through with this. I just researched tongue piercing (if my mom checks my computer's history, I'm dead).
Still, I can't help but trust Duncan. I mean, he has at least five piercings in various places.
I lie to Mom as usual about going to Bridgette's and head to his house. There's no black motorbike, the one that's usually there. In fact, there's no car there at all. I wonder if he's home.
He is. He just answered the door.
"Um…where's your officer?" I say, half-expecting the graying man.
"On vacation. I'm here alone." He looks pleased at this.
That gets me nervous. Me and Duncan? Alone?
Duncan's POV:
Before Princess came over, I got out all the stuff that I need to pierce people. I haven't used ice in ages, because I've done myself three times, but Miss Counselor-in-Training won't want to take any risks.
She looks absolutely terrified when she sits down and sees the needle, the stud, and the ice.
"Duncan, please be careful, okay?" I've never heard her admit a weakness like that. She seems so vulnerable, somehow.
"I'll try my best," I reply. "Stick your tongue out and put the ice on it."
She seems really apprehensive, but slowly she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue halfway out.
Courtney's POV:
When I stick my tongue out, I also shut my eyes, tight, then press the ice on. I hold it there for a few minutes on Duncan's direction. And thankfully, when I take away the ice, the tip of my tongue is numb. Duncan comes at me, holding the needle.
I grip onto the sides of the chair tightly as the needle goes through my tongue with a small pop each time it hits a new layer of my skin. I can't feel a thing, but still, it's really, really scary.
Soon the needle's all the way through, and Duncan puts in the stud, or the ring, or the bar, whatever it's called. I can feel the metallic ball poking my upper lip as I try to pull my tongue back in.
Before my tongue's all the way back inside my mouth, Duncan leans forward and kisses me. I'm completely flustered. My tongue , since it was sticking out, is pressed against (or rather, is in) his mouth.
"Ow!" He pulls away. That was embarrassing. My tongue piercing just pinched him.
"Sorry," I apologize.
Duncan's POV:
Well, it's done. I inconspicuously scope her out. She looks different. Not visibly, but different, with the tongue piercing.
I can tell she's all flustered about the kiss and everything. I wonder what the piercing is for?
Courtney's POV:
"Um—um--," I stammer after he checks his lower lip for injuries. "Thanks for that. I'm going to head home." Man, I'm just so smooth. Why do I always sound like I'm blowing him off, when really, I mean to do the opposite?
Of course, he's as cool as ever. We're both going down the stairs, I trip on the last step, and he catches me. How embarrassing is that?
He opens the door for me. "Have fun with your piercing," he smirks, then he shuts the door behind me.
I take the long way to my house. My originally brilliant plan no longer seems so. I mean, I could try keeping it from her, but whenever I talk, she's going to see a flash of silver and get suspicious.
My dad and mom are both huddled together on the couch watching the History Channel Special: Bones.
"Hi Mom," I say. The numbness on my tongue is ebbing away and now my whole mouth feels slightly sore.
"Hi Courtney." She examines me. My dad mutes the TV. "Why are you speaking with a lisp."
I scramble for an answer. "I bit my tongue when I ate at Bridgette's."
"Oh," she says, getting off the couch and approaching me. "Let me examine it. Maybe we can put some medication on it."
She tilts my chin up.
I close my eyes and prepare for the worst.