A/N: I have a question: Would a "Corpse Bride" and "TDI" Crossover be…I dunno, interesting? I've been working on this shit for a while…I dunno whether to scrap it or publish it. :\

Well, it was after the challenge at this point. Duncan and I stuck side-by-side the whole time, even though we were supposed to be going against each other.

Earlier, the third challenge was – thankfully – not Twilight in the least. It was to design a vampiric outfit. We were provided with costumes to rip apart and sew back together into various looks. We were also given fake blood leftover from the slayer challenge to add a frightening element to the outfit. I just took a suit, stained it with blood, and got a cape to finish it off. As for Duncan – he grabbed the most tight-fitting, flamboyant thing he could find, stained it red, and called it "Edward Cullen Casual Wear".

Fortunately, we didn't win the trip to go see New Moon early in a nearby movie theater with a guest of our choice. LeShawna won that, and took Lindsay to the cinema. Lindsay said the movie was romantic. LeShawna said the movie was worse than sticking your head in a gasoline-fueled bonfire.

She said that a portion of the movie was just Bella staring out a window after she was dumped. A very, very riveting scene.

Today, for the meal, was Chinese. I was eating my eggroll as Courtney approached Duncan, LeShawna and I to simply ask, "…for how long?"

"For how long what?" Duncan asked, clearly wanting to her to leave.

"How long were you thinking of breaking up with me?"

"I was thinking of dumping you since you dumped me for the million, princess."

"It was momentum."

"No, I'm pretty sure that was bitchiness."

"You know it was momentum. I couldn't risk my whole future while it was only a few feet away from me. Please."

"Even if this whole 'momentum' shit was true, I'm not going back with you. Ever."

She looked shocked. Offended, she crossed her arms and asked, "Why the hell not?!"

He stared, due to the obvious answer. He pointed towards me while I looked up at her and shyly waved, "…Hi."

She exhaled in frustration, and left, her hands balled into fists.

"Persistent little whore." I commented – even though Courtney wasn't a whore. I just liked the word…it had a pleasant ring to it.

I turned towards LeShawna. "Were you and Lindsay the only ones in the theater to see 'Homo Explosion'?"

"No, but I honestly wish we were." She said.

"Oh. The audience was that bad?"

"There were daddy's girls all around – probably paid top dollar just to be able to sit on the floor. The seats probably cost hundreds. They screamed when Edward came on, and they swooned when that shirtless Indian boy showed up."

"Oh my God," Duncan said. "This Twilight thing is taking over the fucking world."

After a pause, I asked LeShawna, "Did Lindsay scream when Edward came on?"

"Sadly." She sighed. "I think it triggered a migraine."

"That sucks," Duncan said. He was somewhat sorry for her – something I never, ever witnessed him do before.

"I think there's Tylenol in the medicine cabinet." I told her.

She sat up and said, "Thanks."

She then left, covering her forehead with her hand.

I looked over at Lindsay. She was modeling her new Edward Cullen shirt – it was light blue, with an outline of Edward on the front in a darker shade. In calligraphy, it read, "I will be with you forever and always. –Edward Cullen". Oh, come on. They were saying this like Edward Cullen is an actual person. And it wasn't even a profound quote, to say. I can accept quotes from Romeo & Juliet and other classics, but not Twilight. Nobody is going to remember this little fable ten years from now, anyway.

After the Chinese, LeShawna spent her evening trying to fall asleep in her cabin. Trent was still practicing some sappy-sounding melody, Lindsay was still telling Justin about New Moon (Justin did not seem interested in the story, however), and Duncan and I spent the evening simply talking.

"Why did you pick now?" he asked. He was leaning against the girls' trailer, and I was leaning against his side, his arm around me.

"I couldn't take it anymore," I sighed. "Courtney pretty much locking herself next to you, Trent's creepy stalker activities...I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to do something fast. I couldn't watch it anymore."

He didn't say anything. He just hugged me. "Nice timing."

I got up at about nine o'clock that night to go back to the woods. I didn't know the future of that spot – I mean, the relationship isn't a secret anymore. I mean, everyone knows it – literally. Everyone who owns a television – or YouTube – knows of our relationship.

One good thing came out of this – after the show is over, since the show goes thoroughly into your personal life here, my mother probably felt that meeting my boyfriend would be unnecessary.

The keyword there is "maybe". But it is a strong, strong possibility I hope for. My mom is, to put somewhat politely, nosy. I lack privacy in my house – my mom always tries to get a hold of my phone, read my texts, preventing me from taking part in the "sexting" craze and whatnot. She feels that all the nascent technology coming into play is going to transform me into a fat, Goth slut. She is beyond wrong on all accusations.

I walked into the spot. The blanket was left as it was before – no tracks, no folded corners - Jesus, I'm lucky that nobody found it.

Duncan was already there – as usual. I finally asked, "Why are you always here early?"

"I'm not here early," he argued. "I'm on time. You are late."

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Whatever."

I sat next to lean, and leaned against him. He wrapped his arm around me, until I turned so my head could lean against his shoulder.

That's when I came up with an idea that could only be described as brilliance.

"Can we sneak out of here?" I asked, smiling excitedly.

"Permanently?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, it's just for one night. We can walk around outside the borders for an hour or two, and sneak back. The walls are high, but we can hop them."

"Are they chain-link?"

"Brick."

"Is it neat brick?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, you know how red bricks tend to be polished and straight most of the time?"

"Yeah?"

"And rugged brick is like concrete – it has some stones in it, tends to be rough?"

"Oh! Yeah, it's rugged brick."

"Then let's climb it."

I excitedly sat up, grabbed his hand, and dragged him towards the outer wall.

"How about you climb first so you can pull me up?" I insisted. "You're stronger."

He nodded, and started climbing. Once he was on the other side, he extended his hand. "Come on!"

I grabbed his hands and he helped me up. I smiled. We were on the outside. We were free!...for a night.

We started walking around, until we arrived in a restaurant district in Toronto. It was a nice place to get food – good food, that is.

Duncan stopped at an ATM, and withdrew some money. For once, I felt like we were a free couple, and we weren't just rats locked in a cage. He looked around. "So? Where do you want to go?"

"Um…" I bit my lip. I spotted an Outback Steakhouse. "Oh. Outback?"

"Outback it is," he offered, and led me inside.