Chapter Twelve: Fish Cabins

Quick Author Note: Sorry I haven't updated, my older sister took her laptop for a couple days, and I can't exactly get mad at her taking her own laptop XD I've been planning out the whole story and I've got a pretty good idea of the chaos to unfold! Mwa ha! XD So please, continue reading ;) Which I'm pretty sure you will do… cause… yeah…

Geoff's POV:

"Ow. Ow. Ow- oh shit! Jeez that hurts," Duncan grumbled as he lifted his fork of food to his mouth.

I shook my head, careful not to let my cowboy hat come off. "Dude, how many pushups did Chef make you do?" I asked.

Duncan thought for a minute. "Well it started out with twenty, then he bumped it up to three-hundred, then after he caught me stuffing a frog down Harold's pants he made me do six hundred."

I shook my head in shame. "That's rough dude. Nine-hundred and twenty pushups in one day is torture."

"Yup."

"So did you at least get the frog down Harold's pants?"

"Yeah, and he screams like a girl!"

"Sweet!"

We fist bumped. "Ow! I can't even lift my food to my mouth," Duncan sighed in pain and stress.

"That's because you're weak!" Eva growled. She was sitting behind Duncan. "I do a thousand pushups before I go to sleep every night."

"Which explains your giant arms and manly appearance," Duncan replied coldly.

Eva was about to lunge out at him when suddenly Courtney held her back. "Hey Eva, why don't you let him slide on this one? I know Duncan can be a real Neanderthal at times, but that's because he was raised by wolves." (A/N I just watched Sucky Outdoors from TDI and Courtney asks Duncan, 'what were you, raised by wolves?' so that's the reference. Yuss.)

With one final glare at Duncan, Eva nodded then sat back down. "You better hope your boyfriend keeps to himself," she growled.

"Oh no, see Duncan isn't my-"

"PRINCESS! Don't deny our love!" Duncan exclaimed, throwing an arm around her shoulders. (Which considering the fact he was just complaining about them, surprises me).

Courtney rolled her eyes and shrugged his arm off. "Knock it off," she ordered.

"Or what?" he challenged.

"Hmm I don't know," Courtney mused. "I might do this-"

She poked his arm, making him wince in pain. "Ow!" he hollered. "How'd you know my arms were sore?"

"I watched you do pushups."

He raised a brow. "Did you, now?"

Oh I know where this is going.

"Yes…" Courtney answered carefully.

"Did you like what you saw?" Duncan asked. "My muscles flexing and all that."

She furrowed her brows. "No."

"That's not what it soooouuuunnnddddssss liiiiikkkkeeee," I teased in a sing song tune.

"Shut it Geoff!" Courtney exclaimed.

"He's just telling it like it is," Duncan said.

"You know it," I winked.

"Uh. You two are such barbarians I forgot why I came over here," she muttered.

"Am I really that distracting?" Duncan asked. "Why Princess, I'm flattered."

"Shut up!" she screeched, standing back up. "I'll just come back later when I remember."

"Better write it down sweetheart, cause this face only gets better and better," Duncan winked. With a final UGH Courtney stormed out of the Mess Hall. Duncan laughed. "She's so fun to tease."

"You really enjoy making her mad, don't you?"

He shrugged. "One of my favorite pastimes."

Courtney's POV:

Uh! Duncan was so annoying! He thinks he's so hot and so cool, and so hot and… cool. "Ugh I can't even think straight," I mumbled as I marched over to the girl's cabin. Entering in I saw Izzy munching on a purple crayon.

"What's the crackers?" she asked.

"What?"

"What's the crackers?" she repeated.

More Izzy nonsense. "Not much," I answered. "How about you?"

"Eh. So far brown is the best tasting crayon," she answered, putting the purple one down. "I thought it'd be a bright color like red or something but it's plain old brown."

"Why are you tasting crayons Izzy?"

She laughed like I was the crazy ones. "Because I ran out of pastels," she answered, as if it was obvious why.

"Right." I sat down on my top bunk bed and laid back on my pillow, thinking hard of what I was trying to remember. "Oh Izzy, how was Britney and Noah when you checked on her?"

"Noah didn't tell you?" she answered.

"No! What happened?" I exclaimed, my voice being overwhelmed with concern.

"That's odd, I could've sworn Noah said he'd explain," Izzy replied.

What Noah really said… (A/N flashback)

"Izzy I'm going to be busy helping Owen and the other guys make a campfire. I need you to be the one to tell Duncan and Courtney that we saw hunters on the other side of the clearing, and that we hid Britney behind some bushes. You should tell them soon, because they'll want to check on the baby probably," Noah said.

"Ever wonder what drawing utensils would taste like?"

"Izzy! I need you to focus! What did I just tell you?"

"To tell Duncan and Courtney about Britney."

"Right. You should do that now. Got it?"

"I wonder what color would taste the best."

"IZZY!"

"Okay whatever flabby, I gotcha."

"I'm not flabby."

"Right. And I'm not crazy."

"You are crazy!"

"Tell that to E-Scope!"

"Who's E-Scope?"

"The voice inside my head! And he doesn't like you!"

(A/N end flashback, present now)

"And that's what happened," Izzy told me proudly.

"I can't believe this! You're telling me that you and Noah saw hunters from across the clearing?" I exclaimed.

"Yup, and I'm also telling you that brown is a really good tasting crayon."

"Whatever Izzy!" I shouted as I ran out of the girl's cabin and back to where Duncan was in the Mess Hall. Before opening the doors, I bumped into Chris, sending both of us to the ground. "Sorry!" I shrieked, before realizing it was Chris (otherwise I wouldn't have apologized).

"No problem, unless my hair is messed up, otherwise there is a problem," he answered. "And where were you going in such a hurry, missy?"

I rolled my eyes. "Well certainly not the Mess Hall, even though I bumped into you at the front door of it.

"No need for sarcasm," he replied. "Who were you looking for?"

"Duncan," I answered.

Chris laughed. "Well Duncan isn't in there. He's in the fish cabin for tonight."

"We don't have a fish cabin."

"Chef made one, specially for Duncan. He even put rotten fish in there to liven up the drama."

"What is this, some kind of sick entertainment for you?"

Chris shrugged. "It's a living." He walked off.

Great. Now I've got to find a stupid fish cabin. I walked through the forest just as the sun went down, and after a few minutes I noticed a tacky looking shaft that I guess was the 'fish cabin'. "Hello? Duncan?" I asked, entering in. The door was squeaky and loud as I slowly pushed it open.

"Princess!" I heard Duncan exclaim in surprise. "Come to see me babe?"

"No, I came to see the rotting dead fish over to your left," I hissed.

He laughed. "So what brings you here, other than dead fish bodies?"

"Well," I began, sitting down a bucket after dusting the dirt off. "Earlier today I sent Noah and Izzy out to check on Britney, you know, after DJ told me he heard gunshots, and they said at the opposite end of the clearing they saw hunters."

"And is Britney safe?"

"Well yeah, they hid her behind some bushes so she couldn't be spotted."

"Then there's nothing to worry about," Duncan sighed, stretching his legs out as he sat on a bucket as well.

"Nothing to worry about? How can you be so cool about this?"

He shrugged. "I'm a laid back type of daddy."

Ugh, there he goes doing the mommy and daddy thing again. "Well mommy thinks you should show more concern."

"And daddy thinks he should be making out."

"You're a pervert!"

"Yeah, so?"

"So? So you're… a pervert!"

"That all you got sweetheart?"

"You're a pervert!"

Duncan laughed. "Yes, as I've clarified."

I blushed. "Yeah well… knock it off."

"Just being me," he sighed.

"In other words, you're just being stupid."

Author's Note:

Okay, I realize this lacked Justin and his evilness, but I'm getting to that. Patience. Yuss. So what else… I think that's it. Oh, thank you for reading and please review :D