A/N: I am so so so so so so so sorry!!!!!!! I have been at film camp and running on 4 hours a sleep a night to get my video finish and haven't had any time at all to write!!! Also, I would just like to say, if you want to help me win the camp contest please watch my awesome video cuz whoever's video gets the most view on youtube wins a prize!!! Just type in 'Not Yet Marlowe' when you search youtube and it should be the first video you see. i'll also put the link on my profile. Okay, so this chap had a lot of gooy cheezy romance so I think you'll all like it a lot :) and quite also might be extremely pissed at what happens, but in a good way. But no worries, cuz it the next chap is extreamly long (im talking 1.5 longer then the big sleep here) and extra juicy to make up for it. only problem is i might not get wifi to post it for another two weeks cuz im camping.
Btw, I wasn't planning on revealing court's identity till later on, but because one of my reviews requested it, it will happen very soon cuz I think it's a great idea! All I will tell you is it is in the next few chaps.
also, i would just like to ask, is anyone else seriously pissed at how little DxC there was in Ocean's Eight or Nine? they made us wait that long and it wasn't even satisfyiing! plus, they made courtney seem rly mean, like she is going to become an antagonist. and now after all that teletoon won't release the next episode!!! sry for the rant but that just rly pissed me off.
Anyways, plz read and enjoy!!!
Star Filled Nights and Water Balloon Fights
Courtney POV
"What are you doing here?!" I shrieked, sitting bold upright, my body stiffening at the sight of him. Nu-uh, no way, he could not be here. This was my spot, all mine. I had found it so I was going to be the one to get to use it. There was no way I was letting his stay here and ruin my one place of peace and quite on the god forsaken show. I found it first, so he was going to be the one to leave, and I'll be damned if he thought I was actually going to let him stay here. It was my spot!
"What, no 'How was your day Honey?'" he said sarcastically, walking farther into the clearing. God I hated him.
"This is my spot, which means you need to leave!" I screeched, ignoring his comment completely.
"And just what makes this spot yours? " he questioned, lifting up his arms and raising an eyebrow at me " I don't see any private property signs up here, not that that would stop me."
"Because, I found it first!"
"Which would be when exactly?"
"The second day we were here!" I told him, crossing my arms over my chest smugly, knowing I had won the fight. Take that Duncan
"Oh really? Funny, because I found it on the first night."he argued back. Did he really think I was stupid enough to believe him without proof?
"Like I'm really going to believe you of all people" I scoffed at him. What a liar. "Prove it."
"Okay then." He walked leisurely over to a tree, pointing to a small scull carved into its bark, that i recognized as his signature, a date under it matching to the day we arrived. "See?"
Shit.
I froze, saying nothing, not sure how to respond to that one. He had just complete owned me.
Inside, I was cursing myself and silently fuming at him for ruining my perfect spot. I couldn't just leave, because that would mean he had won. He'd see right through any excuse I made for leaving, which only left me with one option. So I glared at him for a moment then laid back down on the grass, ignoring his presence and going back to looking at the stars. I got so lost in the mystique of it all that I didn't notice Duncan walk over until he was right besides me.
"It's amazing, isn't it?" Duncan said, lying down next to me and crossing his arms behind his head.
"W-what?" I stuttered, completely stunned that he had opened his mouth and said something without insulting anybody.
"The stars, you know, and just the vastness of it all. Kinda mind blowing, isn't it?" His eyes got this glazed over look, like he was dazzled by them. It was the same look I had probably had on a minute ago.
"Umm…. Yeah, it is." I said, still in shock from his weird behavior. I didn't think it was even possible for Duncan to have such a deep thought. Boys really need to come with a user's manual. "It's really alluring. We don't exactly see stars like this in the city. We get one, maybe two if we're lucky."
It was so weird to be having a philosophical conversation with Duncan of all people. I didnt exactly expect him to be the type to want to sit and look up at the stars. But at the same time, talking with him was kind of nice. The people here weren't really all that bright, if you know what I mean (cough-Lindsey –cough). It was a relief to finally have a semi deep conversation for once. For awhile we just sat there, staring off into the vast abbiss, until finally Duncan broke the silence.
"So, what drove someone like you to apply for this crazy show anyways?" he asked me, and immediately my body coursed with rage, my thoughts goint back to the blow up with my parents. "I know I'd much rather be in the city right now. It's like a freaking criminals heaven." I hadn't thought about my parents once since I got here, and I hadn't talked to them since our fight that night after my party. Even so, they probably even didn't realize I was gone. Duncan's question just brought all my previous rage at them to resurface, so it was no surprise my next words came out as though I wanted to murder Duncan.
"That's none of your business!" I snipped at him, a death glare on my face, specifically directed at him. However, being Duncan, he didn't even flinch.
"Whoa, just trying to make conversation Princess, not get you mad. Or at least not this time." That got a small laugh out of me before I went back to being pissed, but trying not to project my anger at him this time seeing as he was innocent. Well...as innocent as Duncan can get.
"Sorry, it's just, well, to say I hate my parents would be a major understatement." I sighed, trying to let my anger go, because there was nothing I could do about it here. But that plan wasn't working out too well.
"Yeah, I hate my folks too. No wait, I take that back, it's more like a mutual loathing." A look of hate suddenly came over his eyes, but only for a second, then he became the nonchalant guy he always was. It was the first flicker of emotion I'd ever seen in Duncan. It kind of made him seem a little bit more human.
"I know what you mean." My eyes were still looking up at the stars yet my mind was millions of miles away, replaying the blow up with my parents over and over again like I had that first night. "Why do all parents have to suck so much? Is it a universal law or something? Like when they hand you your kid they say 'Oh, and here's a guide on how to be the worst parents ever!'" Duncan laughed at this, and I joined in too after a few seconds, temporarily letting go of my rage, forgetting it with my laughter.
"What's so messed up with your parents anyways? You seem like every parents freaking dream child, little miss perfect. Have you ever even done anything immoral in your life?"
"That's the problem!" I cried throwing my hands up in the air, my rage now back and at its peak, but thankfully I didn't take it out on Duncan this time. "When I do everything right, they don't care because the expect it. But when I do just one thing wrong, they go and cut me off, and from my hard earned money! That's just not fair! Or ethical! It's only human to do something wrong, so it's like they took away my money for no reason at all. It's just like how Obama wants to raise the tax progression rate when all those people did was work really hard for their money!" My face was starting to get hot at this point, so I took a deep breath and tired to contort my face in what ended up being a rather stiff smile.
"Republican party?" Duncan asked, looking over at me.
"No, Independent. Both parties are royally screwed up."
"Damn right." He held up his knuckle to me and I hesitated before banging it with my own, shocked he was into something like that.
Wait, did we just agree on something? This was officially the strangest night of my life. You know something is wrong with government when a prep and a delinquent start agreeing.
"So what was this big scandal of yours anyways? Must have been pretty bad ass to piss of your parents that much." He smiled at me, and I started to blush, knowing that it wasn't anywhere near as bad as he was envisioning.
"Oh, it was stupid. I threw a party, and some idiots brought some beer. And I may have had just a few, before the party got busted by the cops. I didn't even bring the stuff and my parents threw a raging fit! I even had a ride home, so I wouldn't have been driving drunk, and I didn't do anything stupid while I was under the influence! At least, I don't think I did…" I tired to drudge back up memories of the night, but they were just too blurry, my brows scrunched up in thought as I tried to decipher them. Duncan started laughing at me, so hard that he was gasping for breath. I glared at him, crossing my arms over my chest. "What?!"
"That's all you did? Man you really are a goody two shoes!" he said once he had stopped laughing enough to talk, only to start back up again.
"Oh, and what exactly is it that you do to piss your parents off so much?" I was so not a goody two shoes! But even if I was at least it was better then being a criminal!
"Let's just say there are a lot worse drugs out there then the alcohol in a few beers. Plus there was this whole Happy Nude Year stunt," he paused to laugh, "but you probably don't want to hear about that. Oh, and of course I steal random crap on a regular basis." He smiled at me all smug; I was beginning to recognize as a trademark of his.
"Ugg, I no wonder your parents hate you; I can't really blame them. What the hell is wrong with you anyways?"
"Hate to break this to you, but you're not exactly the easiest person to deal with either, Princess."
"What are you talking about? I am so easygoing!" What did he mean by that? I was totally nice! How dare he even think that. I was the perfect role model; why else would I have gotten the title of America's Sweetheart? I actually contemplated ruining my cover just to rub that little fact in his face, but decided against it in the end.
"You're a control freak and have anger management issues. Especially when it comes to losing." At this point I was about to explode with anger at him. That whole stabbing Duncan to death idea seemed pretty appealing right now. But before I get a word out to give him a piece of my mind, he saw how angry I was and backtracked, explaining himself. "Not that it has to be a bad thing; it's just a bit difficult to work with. I mean, let's face it, we would have been crushed if you hadn't had the guts to wake me up and talk me into taking the lead in the dodge ball challenge. Plus, that whole hot tub building thing? Yeah, if you hadn't stepped up it would have been a pile of scraps by the time Harold and Tyler got through with it." then he paused, his tone once again becoming playfull "Actually, I think the whole dictatorship thing you got going is kinda hot." My first reaction to this was to blush, but then I quickly pulled it together, realizing this was Duncan I was talking to after all. No longer hearing all the complements that came with the lime light must really be messing with me.
"Good." I said, with I triumphant smile. "But I still think you're just an outright freak."
"That's just me sweetheart." He said, and smiled right back at me, probably taking what I had said as a compliment. "And if you know what's good for you you'll start being a bit more freakish, learn to live a little, rebel against your parents like you do Chris. That's what I do. And just fyi, when it comes to my parents, it's not me who had the problem, it's them. If they weren't so damn intent on making me another one of those perfect robot policemen like the rest of my family, maybe I wouldn't need to piss them off so much. Then again it's still insanely fun."
"I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but pissing off my parents sounds really fun right now." I admitted reluctantly, a landslide of malevolent thoughts entering my mind and making a temporary home there.
"Ha, yeah, too bad we're thousands of miles from home. Guess we'll just have to settle for Chris."
"And get kicked off the show, no thanks." He rolled my eyes at me, and scoffed, but I think it was at Chris this time, not me.
"I can see Chris being the type to do that too. And what's with all the hair gel anyways? Dude's hair doesn't even move its got so much crap in it!"
"I know! That's just not right." I exclaimed, glad I wasn't the only one who noticed.
"One day I'm gonna find his stash and toss it off a cliff, just to piss him off. Egotistical narcissist." That one got a laugh out of both of us, and then it went quiet. But it wasn't an awkward quite, it was just a comfortable silence, and it was kind of nice. Actually, it sort of reminded me of this one movie scene from Camp Rock…
"Okay, I'm probably crazy for thinking this, but doesn't it feel like we should be pointing out the constellations right now or something?" I said, turning my head away from the sky and over to look at him.
"I think you've watched a few too many shitty romance movies."
Or acted in too many. But, of course, I didn't mention that to him.
"Yeah, I guess I have. Do you even know any constellations?"
"Nope, not a clue."
"Wow Duncan, your just so romantic." I said sarcastically. This time, it was me who rolled my eyes at him.
"And just what are you implying there Princess?" He raised an eyebrow at me yet again, accompanied by one of his signature smirks.
"Oh, ewww, no!" I cried, making a disgusted face at he thought. "I'd rather have to kiss Zac Effron!"
"Sure you would." he said sarcastically, not believing me at all. "The guys even worse then Chris."
"Tell me about it. He's just a wanna be singer. I don't get why anyone would want to listen to his cheesy songs when there are so many better bands out there! Why even bother wasting your time? I'd rather drive a nail into my skull. To call it music is an insult to great bands everywhere."
"Yeah, exactly. The ones who should be getting the real praise are bands like…" We continued talking like that for the rest of the night. We covered bands (love My Chemical Romance, Billy Talent, and Sum 41!), movies (go Iron Man!), school, family, friends, and even most embarrassing moments (defiantly falling into the snapping turtle lake). I really had fun just talking up there with him; it was like our issues with our parents had brought us together for a kind of weird truce. But, of course, it was only temporary, and I knew we would just go back to hating each other once we got back to camp. It was just the way we were, and always would be.
We talked for hours on that cliff, even though it only felt like minutes. Before I knew it, I saw the sun peek out from behind the water,sendint it's glittering rays of light over the lake's surface, and filling the sky with the most beautiful pastel streaks. It looked like a water color painting it was so perfect. The clouds in the sky, turned pink by the sun, only added to the beauty. It was just so-
Wait a minute, the sunrise?! Holy crap we talked through the whole night!
"We need to get back to camp!" I cried, jumping up and starting frantically walking back down the cliff, cutting off Duncan in mid-sentence.
"Whoa, what's the rush, Princess? Afraid of getting caught out past your bedtime?" Duncan joked as he jumped up and hurried after me, but I just rolled my eyes at his comment and smacked his shoulder teasingly.
"Oh haha, hiliarious. But do you really want to make it five nights without sleep?" I asked, and saw him cringe.
"Good point." And with that, we both started walking down the cliff together rather quickly after that, or as fast as we could go on such little sleep. The whole way back it was silent, and we went the entire hike without talking we were so tired. Or at least we almost did.
"So, Princess," said Duncan in a too-smug tone, starting the conversation bakc up. I just knew this was going to be bad "why wouldn't you kiss me at the bonfire last night?"
"What are you talking about? I did kiss you." I replied, my tone just as smug as his. But he scoffed at me, not believing what I was saying.
"You know what I mean. A peck on the cheek doesn't qualify in a kiss in my book."
"And just what exactly are you trying to imply?" I asked, as I stopped walking, the two of us already having reached the cabin porch. I knew before the question was out of my mouth that I wasn't going to like his answer.
"I think that you were too afraid you would like it." Okay, he did not just say that. There was no way I would like kissing him. It just wasn't possible, and he should really have gotten that message by now.
"Oh, god, ewww. You are way to full of yourself." I replied, making a face at the thought of our lips even coming anywhere near eachother.
"Oh yeah? Then why don't you prove it." Prove it huh? Oh I knew I was going to regret it, but it was the only way to shut him up. Otherwise, he was going to keep mocking me for the rest of the time we were her, and I just couldn't deal with that.
"Okay, fine." I grabbed a hold of the sides of his face, pulled him towards me, and kissed him full on the lips. And oh, god, it was increadible. As soon as our lips touched it was like I felt this hot fire burning throughout my veins, my body crying out for more. But that couldn't happen, so I reined it in and pulled away after only a second. I was a little out of breath from the kiss, but I kept my face calm and blank, not revieling that informatin to Duncan.
"See? Nothing. It was just as bad as I thought it would be." i told him as turned on my heels and walked through the cabin door, leaving a stunned Duncan out on the porch, staring after me as I walked away.
I woke up to the sound of a quite rustling around in the cabin, I blinked my eyes, the bed creaking as I moved around to try and get a better view of where the noise was coming from.
"Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to wake you up." said a voice that I recognized to be none other then Gwen's.
"It's okay." I replied, blinking the sleep out of my eyes enough that I could clearly make out my surroundings. "What are you in here for?" Now that my brain was in a somewhat functioning state, I remembered that she wasn't actually on are team, and therefore shouldn't be in this cabin.
"Just looking for a pen, mine ran out of ink." She held up her purple pen and waved it in front of her face for me to see, showing that she came in peace.
"I think I might have one around here somewhere." I got up out of bed and started searching through my bag. "What do you need it for?" This made her blush, and she ducked her head, attempting to cover her cheeks with her hair.
"Um, just to write in my diary." she mumbled, so quietly I had to strain my ears to hear her. "I know, totally cheesy, but it helps me practice my writing skills. I'm thinking about being an author one day."
"Oh, don't worry. I'm the queen of cheezyness when it comes to that stuff" I said, waving off her hobbie like it was nothing. "I've watched The Notebook too many times to count. And this right here," I pulled The Host out of my suitcase and held it up the show her, "is my favorite book of all time. I'm a totally romantic sap." Even so, I never really wanted to be the girls in those stories, because all off them were just waiting for prince charming to come and sweep them off their feet, and make their lives perfect. Yes, they I envied them for the great guys they got, but they were such wimps that I never had any desire to be them. I imagined my own love story a bit differently. One that didn't leave my looking like I was so helpless, and didn't have my dream guy doing everything for me, because I was perfectly capable of doing it myself.
"You liked The Host better then Twilight?" Oh great, here we go again, another Host hater. "So did I!" Okay, I did not see that one coming.
"Really? I thought with you being Goth and all, you'd be more into vampires." She scuffed at this, confirming her opinion.
"Twilight was so not a real vampire book. It wasn't dark enough! I mean, come on, Edward Cullen? He was such a sap. Not the type of guy that would be a real vampire, or one that I'd want to date for that matter."
"Yeah, he was a bit emotional for a guy. But still, you have to admit, he was hot."
"Defiantly! Although, Ian was pretty hot too, same with Jarred."
"Yeah…" I drifted off, both of us with our heads in boyland, the room going silent. After about a minute of fantasizing about Jarred, my head snapped back into reality.
"Here's you pen," I said, grabbing it off the top of my bag and holding it out to her. "Sorry it's pink, it's the only one I brought."
"It's okay, I can live with pink for a little while." But she still cringed, and I let out a small laugh. Instead of being offended by it though, Gwen just smiled back at me.
"I should probably let you get back to sleep now, but I'll see you around?" she asked, just as unsure about what had happened as I was.
"Definitely." I replied, giving her a smile of my own. She turned around and walked out of the cabin, the door swinging shut behind her.
I wasn't exactly sure, but I think that might have been the beginning of a friendship forming between us. I thought about that as I crawled back into bed, pulling the covers over my face to try and block out the light streaming into the cabin, until I fell back into a deep sleep.
I slept all through the rest of the afternoon, and by the time I woke up the sun was low in the sky, and everyone was at the mess hall. I threw some clothes on and took a shower, not bothering to dry my hair this time. I put it in French braids, only they turned out short and stubby with my new hair cut, rather then long and thick like they used to be.
God I want hair back. Long hair was just so much sexier.
When I walked into the Lodge, I got my food, a coffee (I could really go for a caramel latte right now. This cheap brand just wasn't cutting it) and sat down at our table, only to find that it had been taken over by all the girls at camp. Even most of the girls from the other team were here, the boys had retreated to the Gopher's table (except for Duncan, who was probably still asleep in the cabins), and as soon as I heard a few pieces of the epic debate going on, I could see why.
"No way, Edward is sooooo much hotter then Jacob! Go team Edward!" Katie cried, acting a bit too serious about the whole thing, although I guess when you're an airhead the Team Edward-Team Jacob conflict is the most crucial issue of the year.
"Sorry, Robert Pattison just isn't doing it for me. And Jacob is so much more lovable!" Bridgett countered back, sighing in the way any teenage girl does when conjuring up a mental image of Taylor Lautner. Of course she was Team Jacob; add partying to his list of favorite things to do and he was practically Geoff.
"Yeah, Taylor Lautner is just so dreamy…" Beth agreed, going off into la la land like Bridgett. I could practically see her drooling.
"But Edward is the Perfect gentleman! How can you not love that?" piped in Lindsey, bouncing on her heals. Isn't it just so much fun when a big group of girls get all dreamy about guys like this? If you don't mind the whole brains turning to mush, its totally the best feeling in the world.
"But that Taylor is fi-ine." Lashawna told them, moving her head from side to side in that way that only a home girl can do. I really needed to get her to teach me that move.
"Oh, please, they're both losers." said Heather, rolling her eyes. "Anyone can see that James is the real hottie, but the movie completely ruined him." She looked down at her tray as she said this, and made a face at her food, dumping her tray into the trash without even taking a bite of it. I looked down at mine, and I have to say I couldn't blame her.
"James?!?" Katie, Beth, and Lindsey all exclaimed at the same time. Figures that Heather would go for the villain.
"What about you Courtney?" Bridgett asked, and all eyes immediately turned to me, like I was now the deciding vote in this argument. Despite all my time in the spotlight, I suddenly felt a little bit uncomfortable.
"Oh, well, I really like Emmet." I told them, blushing as red as Bella always did.
"Really?" asked an eager Sadie, eyes going wide.
"Yeah! He's just so funny and lovable and strong…" I sighed, going into my happy place just like Bridgett and Beth had, my eyes glazing over. Us girls are such saps sometimes, but that's one of the funnest parts!
"I know, right?" Izzy said, bouncing up and down. "He just sooooooooooo cool! And that whole waving the knife at Bella thing? Yeah that was totally the best part of the whole movie. I actually did that one when I was cooking for this friend, but the knife kinda slipped, and it got really gory. Haha, it was sick, yeah." We all just kind of looked at her funny, not sure to be afraid or creeped out. "What?" she asked, shrugging her shoulders like it was nothing, which for Izzy it probably was.
"Okay, well I think we can all agree on one thing." I spoke up, and all eyes turned back on me, just like it always was back home in Hollywood. "Kristen Stewart completely ruined Bella." This sparked a frenzy of Kristen comments that were not all that nice, and various complaints about her zombie like acting. However, I noticed Katie and Sadie didn't say anything about her, seeming to be off in a world of thier own.
"You know what I think we should do?" Katie asked us after all of the Kristen comments died down. And of course, like always, her other half answered tha question.
"Sleepover!" Sadie cried, and the two of them hugged and started jumping up and down.
"OMG, you just totally read my mind, just like Edward!" This only caused their squealing to get louder, but the rest of us were to far gone in boyland to be annoyed by it.
"I love sleepovers!" Lindsey exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air. "I've got tons magazines we can look at."
"Okay, sleepover at the Bass cabin?" Bridgett asked us, and everyone agreed, even Heather reluctantly said she would. "Well, if we're gonna have a sleepover, we need someone to get the snacks…" we all glanced over at Chef who was violently pounding a piece of meat with an meat mallet.
"I nominate Bridgett!" Heather said in a fake cheery voice, too afraid to do it herself. She smiled at Bridgett, but somehow it still seemed unfriendly.
"Um, okay, but maybe I should wait until he doesn't have something that can be used as a deadly weapon in his hands." Bridgett replied, looking uneasily over at the kitchen.
Across the table, I saw something vibrating in Heather's pocket, and realized it was her cell phone, having defied the rules and brought one too...
Oh no, I never called Jen! She was going to be dying for details after four days of not having an update, especially since our awakathon episode had already aired. I was surprised she hadn't tried to call me herself already.
I quickly excused myself from the table and ran back to the cabin to get my cell, then went over to the beach. I sat out on the dock, and dialed her number. I knew I wouldn't get caught with my phone, even this close to camp, because Chef was still in the kitchen, and Chris, as usual, was no where to be found.
I dialed Jen's number and once again she picked up on the first ring, jumping in before I had the chance to speak.
"WHERE WERE YOU IT'S BEEN 5 WHOLE DAYS AND YOU HAVEN'T CALLED WHAT THE HECK AND OMG I SAW THE AWAKATHON AND THE CLIFF DIVE HOT TUB BUILDING CHALLENGE AND THEY WERE AWSOME!!!!!" Jen burst out shrilly.
"Well, thanks for ruining my eardrums." I teased playfully, but even after saying that she continued to scream.
"WHO CARES WE HAVE MORE IMPORTANT ISSUES TO TALKE ABOUT LIKE WHY YOU HAVEN'T CALLED! I WAS READY STOMP DOWN THERE AND KILL YOU FOR NOT CALLING!" I was going to need a hearing aid after this call was done.
"Calm down Jen!" I exclaimed, and I head a deep yoga breath on the other end of the line. "We didn't have an off day after the Awakathon, and I didn't want to get my phone taken away." I explained to her in an even tone, hoping it would help calm her down.
"Oh! So that means you had another challenge! Tell me everything!" Jen exclaimed, in a somewhat calmer tone. Sometimes it seemed like she was bipolar with how fast she could switch gears.
"Oh my god, Jen it was so awesome!" I cried, getting just as worked up as she had been. "This week we played dodge ball and it was totally griping! At first, we sucked, because after voting Eva off, the only strong player we had was Duncan. And he was asleep on the bench, thanks to Harold's snoring all night he'd gone 4 nights without sleep! So after the second game it was 2-0, and we needed a new plan. So I suggested we wake Duncan up, and with his strategy, brutal as it might have been, we won 3 games in a row! We even snuck into the Gopher's hot tub last night to celebrate the win!" By the time I had finished explaining, I was out of breath, having not paused to breathe the entire time.
"Sneaking into the Gopher's hot tub? Wow Courtney, that doesn't sound like you at all." Jen said, her tone implying something but I just couldn't figure out what.
"Oh, yeah, I know. But it was Duncan's idea, not mine!" I rushed my explanation, not wanting her to get the wrong idea about me. This show may be hectic, but I was still the same goody two shoes I always was.
"So it was Duncan's idea that you went along with was it?" It took me about two seconds before I finally got the hint.
"What!? Ewwwwwwwww, no way! No, no, and defiantly no. He's evil, and brutal, and he dressed weird, and he's in freaking juvi! Why would you even think that?!?!" I so did not like Duncan, in fact, I loathed his guts, and if all his endless teasing was any indication, he felt the same way.
"Geeze, someone's a little defensive." She said, implying I liked Duncan yet again. "But, honestly, it's just that you're both so stubborn and intimidating. You'd be good for each other." Jen sounded really serious and sincere about the whole thing, no longer just joking. She was really missing the point here.
"Okay, Jen, there's this little thing called the point that I'd like you to meet. You're missing it!"
"Oh, come on Court, you can't really know that you would never work out if you don't ever just talk with him!"
"Well…" I said, pausing a bit to think about last night before finishing the sentence, but I didn't get the chance. That little pause was all Jen needed to tell that something was up.
"Courtney, something happened with you two didn't it? Spill!" I knew it was useless trying to keep something from Jen, so there was really no point in holding back.
"Okay, you see, the first day I called you, I found this really great spot up on the cliff. And last night, I decided to go back to it, and, well, it turns out I wasn't the only one that found it." I started telling her reluctantly, and then launched into the real story. "Duncan just wouldn't leave, and if I left then that would have meant he had won, and I couldn't let that happen! So we ended up both staying up there and we just sort of talked all night. And it's not like we're suddenly friends now or something, because we're not. It was just a temporary truce and now we're right back to hating each other." I didn't dare tell her about the kiss, because I knew she would make it out to be way more than it was. I had convinced myself that the kiss had been nothing, because it was. Hell, it wasn't even that great. The way I figured it, you couldn't control who you had a physical reaction to; our raging teenage hormones probably made it so anyone we kissed felt like that. It was just a matter of science, and you couldn't control who you had a chemical reaction with. Just because someone can give a half way decent kiss, doesn't mean you like them, because I defiantly didn't like Duncan. At all.
"Okay, but enough about me, what about you and Jasper!" As soon as I asked this, all of Jen's thoughts about Duncan and I immediately left her mind and where replaced with overwhelmingly loving thoughts of her Jasper.
"Court, he's just so perfect!" she exclaimed, giddy at just the thought of him. "He took me to this Bandage Ball, a charity event his dad's hospital was hosting, and he was such a gentleman! I had to pick out a dress and everything, and he went shopping for it with me, and didn't complain once! He even paid for it, and the dress I picked was over a thousand dollars! And honestly, he has got to be the best ballroom dancers I've ever met."
"Jen, that is so great!" I cried, happy for her for having found someone so perfect. As much as I hated to ruin her love fest, there were more important things I needed to talk with her about. "But, I hate to ask, is there any updates on the rumors of where I've gone to?" I braced myself, preparing for whatever crazy idea the press had come up with this time.
"Actually, it's just the same old thing." Jen told me and I let out a sign of relief. "They've got some bigger news to report on this week."
"Really? Tell me!" Jen was the only contact I had with the outside world, so I was dying to hear any juicy gossip she might have for me.
"Okay, so Miley released this new song, and it's called," she cracked up laughing before she even spit it out. "Ice Cream Freeze! It's even got some cheesy dance to go with it, and it's like some messed up version of the Hoedown Throwdown." She held the phone up to her computer speakers and put the song on, and I immediately started cracking up laughing, just like Jen still was.
"Do the ice cream freeze, strike your pose, then you do the milkshake and you shake it down low." Sang Miley though the phone line, and I could only imagine the idiotic dance that went along with it.
"Wow, that's just, wow." I said, not even able to come up with words to describe its cheesyness.
"I know right!" Jen exclaimed, and started laughing again. "But it's just so annoyingly catchy! I can't stop singing it!"
"Same thing with the Hoedown Throwdown!" As much as I hated Miley I couldn't help but get her songs stuck in my head. And they were just so fun to sing! That was one of the reasons I hated them so much.
"Okay, I'm really sorry but I have to go." I said to Jen. "All of the girls are having a sleepover tonight, and their probably wondering where I am"
"Oh, fine, I'll let you get to your sleepover." She sighed reluctantly, pretending to act pissed at me.
"I'll call you later!" I cried cheerfully.
"Bye!" I hung up the phone, looking out over the water one last time before I got up, and walked back over to the cabins.
"Oh my god, isn't Joe Jonas like, sooooo hot!?" Lindsey asked Beth, who were lying on the cabin floor, surrounded by hundreds of magazines. Every girl at camp (even Gwen, a bit more open about showing her girly side after our encounter today.) was spread out in various positions around our cabin. Someone had gotten out a huge stash of magazines, some chips and pop, and the iHome we had used the other night was set up on the corner with Bridgett's iPod.
"I don't know, I think Nick is the real cutie." Beth replied, pointing at his picture as I walked past everyone, heading straight for the iPod, to make a playlist.
"Courtney! Where have you been?" Sadie cried, Katie whipping up her head to look at me too.
"Yeah, we've been wondering where you went to." Lashawna piped in. "You completely missed Bridget's super secret spy girl mission to steal chips and soda from Chef."
"Oh, I just went to take a quick shower." I lied to them. I trusted these girls, but I didn't want anyone to accidentally let out to one of the crew members that I had a cell phone here.
I started putting songs on an on-the-go playlist, choosing a bunch of ones that were super girly. Some Jonas Brothers, Avril Lavigne, David Archuleta and, ta-da, the perfect girls' night in playlist. I hit play and Keep it Real by the Jonas Brothers came on and everyone shrieked and started singing the song at the top of their lungs, including myself. Even after meeting the boys in person several times I couldn't help but get worked up with the rest of them. They were just so cute!
We danced and sang, until finally the song was over, a less exciting one coming on. Everyone flipped through the magazines strew throughout the room, until someone suggested something that sounded a lot more entertaining.
"Hey, you know what would be so much fun right now?" Katie asked us, her smile growing wider.
"Makeover!" Sadie and Katie cried out together, then started frantically flipping through their magazines for make up tips.
"Well, I nominate Beth for a makeover." Heather said, searching for her suitcase for her makeup bag.
"What do you say Beth?" I asked, smiling warmly at her. "Ready for us to make you beautiful?"
"Yes!" Beth squealed, and Lindsey started jumping up and down with her.
"Actaully I have this really cool thing I can do with your eye make up..," Gwen told her, but Heather jumped in before she got a response.
"Hey, why is my make up all mixed up? Has someone been using?" Heather asked, searching through the bag, and making a face when she couldn't find the things she was looking for. Bridgett and I looked at each other and smiled, trying to hold back our laughter. Gwen saw this and raised an eyebrow at us, and I mouthed 'I'll tell you later', and she nodded her head.
"Make up time!" Lindsey cried, and all of us when to work on Beth. After a good ten minutes of moisturizing, plucking, and glossing, we were finally done. Beth's hair was now sleek and shiny, thanks to numerous hair products, and her face looked incredible! If only she could get some new cloths and those braces of her teeth, she could give Heather a run for her money. And Gwen had done this incredible look with her eye make up, putting it not just on her lids, but swirling it in beautiful patterns coming out of the corners of her eyes. Dramatic as it was, it actually looked great, and didn't overdo the look, just made it more of a night-on-the-town one.
"Dang, girl, you look smokin'" Lashawna told her, handing Beth a mirror. She looked at her reflection and gave a smile so big it devoured the rest of her face. If only she could just get rid of those dang braces…
"You really do Beth." I agreed, and this caused her to smile even bigger. "If you wear that when you go back to school, I can guarantee every guy is going to be asking for your number."
"Really?" squeaked Beth, lowering the mirror from her face to look at me.
"Really."
As soon as I finished speaking, Katie walked over to the iHome to put on Crush by David Archuleta, and everyone started singing all over again (and not all of us were very good at it, if you wanna know the truth). We danced around with each other, and probably having the most fun since we got here.
"Hey, keep it down, we're trying to sleep over here!" called out one of the boys from the other side of the cabin. But in response, we just turned up the music and started singing even louder, having far too much fun to care about them.
Duncan POV
I had been awake for an hour now, thanks to the girls music blasting from the other room. None of the other guys were getting any sleep either, and I knew I had to do something now if I had any hope of catching up on my sleep.
"Okay, this is ridiculous. We need a plan to keep them quiet." I said, propping myself up in bed.
"Yea- Owww" Tyler exclaimed from across the room, just as Geoff pulled the cord that turned on the lights.
"Did you just bang your head on the ceiling?" Geoff asked him, looking skeptical.
"Um, noooo…" Tyler said, his eyes looking everywhere but at Geoff. What a dork.
"Well, anyway, getting back to the point here," I cut in, trying to get us back on topic. "we need a plan. Anybody got any ideas?"
"Oooo, how bout-" Harold started eagerly.
"No." I jumped in, stopping him from going any farther. "Anybody else?"
"I did happen to pack some water balloons… maybe we could put them to some good use?" Geoff offered up, a sadistic smile coming onto his face.
"Now we're talking." Geoff grabbed the water balloons out of his suitcase, and I grabbed a couple flashlights from mine. We snuck quietly out of the cabin and into the bathrooms filling up most of the water balloons (I say most because the rest were filled until they burst thanks to Harold, leaving a large wet mark right at his crotch) and putting them into a bucket DJ had found out in the shed. We crept back out of the bathrooms, heading quietly back to the cabins, only to be caught by none other then Chef.
"Hey, what are you hooligans doing out this late?" Chef yelled at us in that no nonsense commanding officer voice of his. "You all better get back to you cabins before I make you, suckas!"
"Sir yes Sir!" I yelled back at him defiantly, raising my hand up to my forehead in a solute, trying to get his attention off of Tyler as he slowly moved the bucket of water balloons behind a nearby bush. My breath caught for a second as he nearly dropped it, but I let out a sigh of relief as he caught it, and was able to set the bucket down quietly enough for Chef not to notice.
Why did we let him carry the water balloons anyways?
"Okay, y'all do that then." He told us, and we all continued walking back to the cabins. But before we got very far, Chef stopped us again. "Hey, wait a second. Are those water balloons?"
"RUN!" I called out and started sprinting for the forest at top speed, everyone else following behind.
"GET BACK HERE YOU LOUSY MAGOTTS!" Chef called, as he followed after us. Once we got in the woods, it was every man for himself. We all split up, going off in different directions. I stopped running after a while and crouched down behind a bush, deciding it was safer to hide then continue to get lost int he forest. Everyone had turned off their flashlights, to avoid being seen, but that also made it hard to see where we were going, and I really didn't want to trip and fall face first into something gross like a pile of animal shit.
"Come out and face me you wimpy spineless cowards!" Chef called out, slowing down to a walk. He was pacing back and forth close to where I was hiding, enough that I could faintly make out his shadow.
Okay duncan, it's now or never. Either you deal with Chef now or get caught and face the punishment. I didn't have much chioce in terms of weapons, so my hands were my only defence. I was going to have to knock hijm out.
But, just as I was about to whack him over the head, I felt something wet hit my back, accompanied by a loud splat.
"Sorry, I thought you were Chef." Tyler whispered to me from behind a nearby tree, and I just rolled my eyes at him.
"I HEARD THAT!" Chef yelled out, and started heading our way. I had to act fast if we were going to make it, so I grabbed a stick, sprang out from my hiding spot, and wacked him over the head. Next thing I knew, he fell to the ground, out cold.
"Nice job Duncan!" Tyler said, walking out from behind his bush and over to me.
"Yeah, that was sweet dude." DJ told me, coming out of his hiding spot and slapping me on the back. Geoff and Harold joined up with us after that too, so we all turned our flashlights back on, and started heading back to the cabins.
"Hey, wait, we can't just leave him there." DJ said, and everyone turned back to look over at Chef, sprawled out on the ground.
"Sure we can." I said, and continued walking. Geoff just shrugged his shoulder and followed me, and eventually so did the others. Once we got back to the cabins, we all crouched outside the girls' window, being as quite as we possible could. Not that they would be able to hear us with how loud their music was.
"Okay, when I give the signal, we fire at them with all we've got. Got it?" I asked them, and they all nodded their heads. It was go time.
Courtney POV
"FIRE!" screamed a voice from outside our window, and out of nowhere, our room was being pelted with water balloons, soaking all of us.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHH" yelled several of the girls, including myself, as we ran to hide behind anything we could find. Finally the balloons ceased, and from outside we could hear laughter. Boys' laughter.
"That is so not funny!" I yelled at them, running over to the window, only to find the Bass boys laughing their asses off at us.
"Maybe not to you, Sweetheart. But from out standpoint it's pretty freaking hilarious!" Duncan called out, and then continued to laugh. I couldn't even begin to describe how much I loathed him right now.
"Really mature guys." Bridgett told them, coming to join me at the window from behind.
"My hair!" shrieked Lindsey from back inside the cabin, and this only caused the boys to laugh harder.
I huffed, turning on my heels to head back into our now soaking wet cabin, Bridgett following behind.
"We need a plan to get back at those Jerks!" I cried, sitting down on my bed. Thankfully I had grabbed a top bunk, because all of the bottom ones where now sopping wet, thanks to the boys water ballons.
"Well, I've got an idea." Heather said, a smile creping up on her face, as she held up her make up bag, dangling it in front of her face.
"Perfect." I replied, my smile mimicking hers. Finally her evilness was coming in handy.
"Wait, I'm confused." Lindsey said, her brows furrowing over her eyes.
"Have Katie fill you in." I said to her, to busy planning to bother explaining myself. It would take to long with her brain processing speed anyways.
We waited about a half hour before heading over to the boys' cabin (approximately the time it took until we could hear Harold's snoring.), carrying Heather, my, and Lindsey's make up bags. We quietly unzipped them, pulling out various items of make up, and using them to make some 'adjustments' to the boys faces.
They are going to be so sorry when they wake up in the morning. I had a feeling this was going to be the beginning of a long and passionate, boys vs. girls prank war.
A/N: CALLING ALL READERS!!!!! I have been so focused on scriptwriting lately that I have been neglecting to come up with new ideas for my story!!!! I promise once summer is over I will get back to regular updates and ideas, but right now I need your help! I don' t quite have enough content to continue making rly long chap (or at least no ones that are any good) so I need your help!! If you have any ideas plz tell me cuz i want to hear them!! I also desperately need them cuz I have developed a case of writer block. Im currently workingon the off day after not quite famous so if you have any ideas for that chap or future chap let me know! And with that, ill let you go. Plz review!!!!!!!!