DISCLAIMER:
Welcome fans and curious people alike. I wrote this story as part of Duncney Week 2021 (from December 13-20). I hope you enjoy it. Remember, we're all fans, so liking certain ships doesn't mean hating others.
Also in the TotalDrama reddit you can find more information this week, and check out the pictures and stories made by other authors for the Ducney week
This story is also part of my W-Mart series. This AU reimagines the TD characters as employees of Wawanakwa Mart, and put them in different roles while keeping their personalities more or less intact. I just do it because I love AUs.
Finally, thanks to ACE_TD for commissioning the cover, to SIMGArt for the art, I owe you a lot and this small paragraph is the least I can do.
Total Drama belongs to Fresh TV and its creators. I don't own anything from the properties used in this fic
W-Mart: From bad to worse.
We can agree that there are days in your life when you feel that you shouldn't get out of bed? Yes? Ok, and what about those days that make you wonder about calling sick at your job, that job you hate but helps you pay the bills? Thankfully those days are few and in between.
What about those days that make you wonder about the choices you made in your life that led you to this moment? Those definitely suck.
Well, for Courtney, today was worse than that, probably one of the worst days of her 22 years on this planet.
"C'mon princess, let's be positive. It could be worse," said Duncan, making that smirk she used to hate.
Courtney sighed, not wanting to talk with Duncan. DUNCAN! He was the cause of all this mess, but it's better to start from the beginning to understand Courtney's melancholy. It all started yesterday morning, the day before Thanksgiving.
Courtney arrived at the parking of her workplace, the Wawanakwa Mart (W-mart for short,) in a small town on the border between US and Canada. She worked from 9 to 18 from Tuesdays to Sundays but liked to arrive at 7:45, so she had time to reply to any email or review any work application that came while she was out. As the HR manager she felt it was her responsibility to show she worked as much as the other employees.
Also, she enjoyed arriving at that hour because the parking lot wasn't as hectic, and she could avoid the 8 o'clock traffic jam. There was only one problem with arriving so early. And the problem greeted her.
"Hello Princess, you look as gorgeous as ever," said a young man, wolf-whistling.
He was Duncan. Even if he looked like a punk, with his green faux-mohawk and multiple piercings, he was actually one of the warehouse team leaders. Sadly for Courtney, he usually arrived or left at the same hour as her.
"Good morning Duncan," said Courtney coldly, "I already warn you, continue with that attitude, and I'll sue you for harassment."
He rolled his eyes. "C'mon, don't be so uptight. It's just my crude way to say you look beautiful today."
"You already used that excuse this week," replied Courtney glaring at him.
"Really? Ok then blame your parents and not me for making you so good-looking," replied the punk, smirking.
Courtney chuckled and then cursed herself for finding his comeback even remotely funny. "Last warning Duncan, next time, I'll sue you."
"Ok, I'm sorry, I didn't want to bother you," he said, raising his hands defensively.
"Of course you never want," said Courtney rolling her eyes. "And tell me, did you finish moving all the new stock? The day after tomorrow is Black Friday."
Duncan's jaw dropped. "What? Princess, it's not even 8:00 am. Why are you talking about work?"
"Because we don't have enough time!" said Courtney looking at him with wide eyes. "And you say that everything was under control."
"Sorry princess, I don't like to talk about work in my free time. Also, I was on the undertaker's turn last night, so I want to go home and sleep a little," he then threw something at her.
Courtney was startled but caught the card. "THIS IS THE WAREHOUSE MAIN KEY. Be more careful with it!."
"Don't stress so much over it," replied Duncan while putting on his biker helmet. "Happy Thanksgiving! See you on Friday."
"Hey wait, answer my question!" Courtney walked, but he sped up on his motorbike and went out of the parking. "JERK!"
She really hated his guts. Next time she would record their morning conversation and sue him.
"Wow Court, you really look angry. It's everything ok," said a blond woman, holding two plastic cups in her hands.
Courtney's frown turned into a smile. "Hello Bridgette, it's already 11:00 am?"
Bridgette was Courtney's high school friend and worked as manager of the pet department in the mall. She was the kindest person she ever met and also took care of Courtney, so she didn't overwork herself.
"Of course, so it's time to take a rest. Here it's your mochaccino without sugar, as you like it," said the blond girl. "You seem stressed."
"Like every Black Friday," said Courtney sighing. "But it seems this year things will work out better than the last year. We have DJ and Duncan on the last turn and Scott's team working right now."
Bridgette chuckled. "Don't exploit Geoff's too much, tomorrow I'll introduce him to my mother."
"Oh my gosh, really?!" Courtney's eyes went wide. "That's a huge step in your relationship. Congratulations."
"Hehehe, thanks. I know mom and Geoff'll get along pretty well," Bridgette blushed and chuckled, then turned toward her friend. "And you, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?"
The smile disappeared from Courtney's face. She didn't reply.
"Are you still on bad terms with your mom?" asked the blonde girl, frowning.
Courtney sighed. "I prefer to not talk about it."
"If you want, you can come and eat with us. It'll be only my mon, Geoff, and me," said Bridgette showing a radiant smile.
"I-I can't. Tomorrow it's a really important day for you and Geoff," said the HR manager. She was so surprised that she stuttered.
Bridgette put her hands on her hips. "Court, that isn't a problem, and we have more than enough food. You can't be alone on Thanksgiving."
Then a sound from Court's office finished their conversation. "Oh, the phone is ringing. Thanks, Bridge. I'll think about your invitation."
"I'm serious. You don't need to bring anything, just come and eat," said Bridgette, sighing. Sometimes Courtney was the more mature of them, and others acted like a teenager.
Courtney didn't know what to do, so she focused on her job. "Hello, you're calling to W-mart. How can I help you?"
"Hello girl," said a woman in her 40's maybe 50's "I want to talk with Mr. McLean."
"Sorry, but the CEO isn't here right now," said Courtney's sighing. Chris McLean, her boss, never was in the store.
The woman gasped. "What!? But it's already noon! How can the boss not be at the office at noon? I thought you were a serious company!"
"And we're Miss, but he had an emergency and had to go out," said Courtney clenching her teeth, it seemed this was one of those women.
"Call me Miss Clement. And if the boss isn't there I need to talk with the next person in charge, it's really important," said the woman, her tone as harsh as before.
The HR manager took a deep breath. "That would be me. I'm Courtney. Please tell me how I can help you?"
"You're?" said Mrs. Clement, "Aren't you too young?"
"I hear that a lot," replied Courtney, trying to remain calm.
"That's great. The world needs more girls like you, if only my son could find a girl as responsible as yourself," said the woman, now more polite than before. "Anyway , I called you to tell you that my boy. Devon Joseph got the flu and can't go to work."
Courtney took a moment to process it, then she blanched. "Wait, are you DJ's mom?"
"Yes, he's my joy, I can't believe he grew to be such a kind man," said Mrs. Clement, her voice filled with maternal pride.
"B-But he can't be sick. We need him in the warehouse today. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and the day after is Black Friday," said Courtney. This should be a nightmare.
DJ's mon sighed. "I know dear, but this isn't a joke. And with that fever he can't go anywhere. So I'm sorry, but you'll need to fend for yourself."
"Yes of course," said the HR manager, realizing her mistake. "Tell him to not worry. His health is our main priority. We'll find a way to finish the work without him."
"You're a nice girl, dear, I hope everything works on your end. Happy Thanksgiving." Said DJ's mom before hanging.
"Thanks Mrs. happy Thanksgiving," said Courtney before hanging the phone.
She laid on her chair, frowning. "Well, it's not a problem. I just need to call the other warehouse workers and find someone to cover him. It can't be so hard.
And with a smile, she began to call the rest of the employees.
"Of course I understand. Thank you Ryan. Happy Thanksgiving," said Courtney, and after hanging the phone, she slammed her head against her desk.
"Hey Bossy girl, are you a'right?" asked a big black man dressed in a blue shirt and black pants.
Courtney didn't raise her head. "No Mr. Hatchet , I'm not fine. Tomorrow is a holiday, and I can't find any temporary worker to cover DJ. Scott, Jo, and Lightning are already working the morning shift. And with Geoff on vacations and DJ ill, we only have THAT guy to cover the last shift."
"Hahaha, it seems that punk will have a busy night," replied Chef, chuckling. "But you don't need to stress so much. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Just relax and do what you can."
"Mr. Hatchet, can't you or your boys help me with the warehouse," Courtney made a big smile, looking with big eyes at him. "I'll pay you the extra hours, ple-e-ease?"
Chef raised an eyebrow. "WHAT? Oh no, I'm just the security guard, they don't pay me enough to also carry boxes, and I have plans to dine with my Momma tonight."
"Ugh! Why does everyone have plans!?" Courtney held her head with both hands.
"Because tomorrow's Thanksgiving, you surely had plans with your parents or your boyfriend," said Chef shrugging. But Courtney's reply was giving him a death glare.
He sighed. "Just forget about it. Just do what you can. Not everything should be perfect."
"But everything should be perfect! I'm in charge, I can't just let things end like that. If we don't organize the warehouse we'll be losing sales on Friday," said Courtney. She then folded her arms. "Also, it's a matter of professional pride."
"I think you're going too far, but do what you want, just don't overdo it. There is only so much you can do, " Chef smirked and waved at her. "I'll take my leave. Happy Thanksgiving."
"Happy thanksgiving," replied Courtney absentminded.
She then smiled, Chef was right! She found her answer. She needed to prepare everything, but she had that option. Courtney ended her paperwork and rushed to the warehouse, not realizing she had left her handbag in the office. Her idea was crazy, but it was her best chance.
Duncan was walking toward the W-mart warehouse while messaging DJ. The Afro Canadian man, Geoff and he have been friends since high school, and the three entered together to work at W-Mart. The warehousemen's work wasn't fancy and required a lot of physical labor, but the pay wasn't bad and didn't require you to have a major.
Also, the schedule helped him to study while working, and a Juvie bird like him couldn't be fancy about his job.
Sadly DJ couldn't come to work, so it meant he would be alone in the last shift. That sucked. But at least he could laze about a little.
He was thinking about that when someone greeted him. He automatically put his phone in his pocket.
"But look who is here. Hello Dumbcan, you're late," said a redhead man with an arrogant smile.
The punk rolled his eyes, "Yes because I didn't want to see your ugly mug, Scott. But sadly here you are. Also, Hello Lightning, Jo."
"Hahahaha, Lightning love to watch a good fight, but he promised ma to be early at home," said Lightning, shrugging.
"Hello Duncan, just ignore him. These past hours were quite stressful," said Jo, smirking. "But I guess you'll find out soon."
Those three were his juniors. The warehouse had 2 teams that worked the morning and afternoon shifts. Jo, Scott, and Lightning were the newest and DJ, Geoff and Duncan were the seniors. There was a big rivalry between the two teams.
The punk raised a side of his unibrow. "What happened? Did you find rats again?"
"You're not exactly wrong, but not right either," said Jo chuckling.
"Oh c'mon, rats are way worse than she. Yes, it was noisy, but I'm grateful for any kind of help," replied Scott, putting his arms behind his head.
Lightning shrugged. "Lighning doesn't like people to be over his case all the time, even the hot ones. So he's happy to go home."
"What are you talking about?" asked Duncan, not getting what was going.
"You'll find out soon. Happy Thanksgiving Dudekan," said Jo, patting his back.
Lightning and Scott also wished him a Happy Thanksgiving and left, chuckling.
"Yes, yes, have a lot of turkey," said Duncan raising his hand. Whatever was waiting for him in the warehouse, it couldn't be so bad.
He would find soon he was wrong.
Inside the warehouse was a person using the beige overalls Duncan and his friend used as their uniform. She was pulling a cart with some boxes, her brunette hair disheveled.
"Princess? What the hell are you doing here?" asked Duncan, blinking flabbergasted.
"YOU'RE LATE! As we're short-handed so I decided to help organize the warehouse, which by the way is supposed to be YOUR work," said Courtney glaring at him. "So hurry up, get changed, and come back ASAP. We only have a few hours before the mall closes."
Duncan sighed. "I can finish…"
"If you have the energy to argue, go and get changed!" shouted the HR manager. "We don't have time to lose."
"Do you need to be so stubborn?" said Duncan, but Courtney ignored him.
"Whatever," he sighed and entered the locker room, taking off his jacket and putting on the overalls.
"HURRY!" Courtney's voice was loud, but he didn't hate it. He shook his head and closed his locker quickly, rushing out the room.
He went and got in a forklift. "You don't need to be in such a hurry. Also I can do this work alone. So go back to do … whatever you do in your fancy office."
"This is an important date for us and our company! I can't just rest knowing we're short-handed in the warehouse. This is the core of our business. If we don't manage the inventory, we can't sell it, and without sales we're finished," said Courtney while checking the contents of a box.
"Hahaha," Duncan laughed until a death glare from her made him stop. "Are you serious? I mean this is just a W-mart, and it's not even your company. Why do you care if we lose some sales?"
She gasped. "Because even if it's a small company, I'm a professional, so I want to do my best. You're the leader of your team. How can you have that mediocre mentality?"
"Sorry princess, I'm a professional too, but what you're doing seems more like an obsession," said Duncan, moving some boxes already stamped to the right side of the warehouse.
"Ugh, say what you want, but keep moving those boxes," said Courtney rolling her eyes, "AND DON'T CALL ME PRINCESS."
Duncan chuckled but kept organizing the merchandise. There was something off with Courtney, but he can always ask her later. Meanwhile she also kept doing her best, getting angry at Duncan without knowing the reason.
After some hours, they finished almost all the inventory, it was a crazy day, but Duncan couldn't loaf around, and Courtney seemed possessed by something and didn't take a single rest. It was almost midnight, but they only had a few crates left.
"Hey princess, catch!"
Courtney was startled by the object suddenly coming at her, but luckily it was just a water bin.
"Hey!" she was about to yell when she realized what was happening. "What are you doing?"
"I thought you would be thirsty after so much work. It's on me so don't worry about it," said Duncan, also drinking.
She sighed, "we can't stop right now. We're about to finish, and there is less than an hour left."
"And drinking some water won't take more than a few moments. Why are you always so stuck up?" said Duncan smirking.
"I'm not stuck up," Courtney looked at him, offended. "In fact, I'm one of the most relaxed persons I know."
Duncan chuckled, "Yes, of course, you're."
He then opened a crate and began to take the shirts inside it, putting them in hangers, ready to go into the store.
"I can't believe we're almost over," said Courtney stretching out while sitting on a box.
"Well, it's not surprising after having you nagging here all day. You have a future as a drill sergeant in the army," said Duncan, smirking again.
Courtney rolled her eyes. "Hahaha, you're so funny. But you don't have a future as a comedian, even if you use the hair like a clown."
"Hey! what's your problem with my hair?" said Duncan in an offended tone.
"What's my problem? It's green and a mohawk. I'm quite surprised you can confidently walk in public with that hair," said Courtney, folding her arms
Duncan's jaws dropped. "I can't believe what you're saying. Green is a great color. You even use those sexy olive capris without any shame."
"What are you saying? My capris are completely fine, you pervert," shouted Courtney, jumping off the box and pushing it back. The box accidentally hit the forklift, which started running. Hitting and knocking off some boxes here and there.
Duncan ran and hugged her, trying to make sure she was fine. The forklift hit the wall, closing the main warehouse gate.
"Are you ok?" asked the punk once the machine stopped, his eyes locked in hers.
Courtney didn't realize his eyes were so blue or that he could make such a serious expression. "Yes I'm fine. I'm sorry I didn't realize the forklift was there."
"Don't sweat about it."
"But if you had put the hand brake on it, this wouldn't have happened."
"Are you saying it was my fault?" Duncan said, glaring at her.
She blushed and looked away. "Let's say both have some fault at this."
"You're really something else," said Duncan, smirking, but his smirk turned into a frown as soon as he walked toward the warehouse's entrance.
"Damn it." He muttered while searching for something inside his pockets. He then walked to the locker room and stood there, holding the door's handle.
Courtney walked toward him. "Is something wrong?"
"I don't have the locker keys. I probably forget them inside my jacket." He said, looking one more time inside his pockets.
"Are you kidding me?"
"I just forgot them because some princess was hurrying me up."
"Are you saying it was my fault?"
""Let's say both have some fault at this," replied Duncan, smirking.
Courtney replied with a glare. "Hahaha, you're so fun. You're lucky I have the warehouse main key with me."
"You're right, I gave it to you this morning! I'm glad you are gorgeous and smart, princess." Duncan waggled his eyebrows.
"I can't believe you can be so crude," replied Courtney, but then she blanched. After a moment, she began to run around the warehouse.
Duncan looked at her with wide eyes and chuckled. "Please don't tell me…"
However Courtney cut him. "Shut up and help me find my purse. The main key is there."
"Really?" Duncan shook his head, "I don't remember seeing your purse when I came in."
Courtney didn't reply. After 45 minutes, it was obvious she had left it in her office.
"I can't believe I forgot it. Even my phone is in there," said Courtney, biting the inside of her cheek. "Can't you call for help?"
"Sorry Princess, my phone is in my jacket," replied Duncan shrugging.
"UGH!" shouted Courtney, sitting defeated in the ground.
Back to the present, Courtney was brooding over the whole situation. If only Duncan didn't forget the keys on his jacket. Today was the worst day ever.
"C'mon princess, let's be positive. It could be worse," said Duncan, looking at some of the crates.
"HOW! Tell me, how can it be worse! We're trapped in the warehouse before a holiday without any way to call for help. We'll probably spend all Thanksgiving day here, and there are a ton of things to get ready before Black Friday. And the room is getting colder and colder. Tell me how could it be worse!?" shouted Courtney, who seemed about to cry.
He shrugged. "At least you aren't alone."
"Because being with you is a great comfort," replied Courtney, pouting.
"Hey! Don't need to be rude," he said as he opened a crate and took out a blanket. "Here take this!"
Courtney caught it and looked at him with wide eyes. "DUCAN STOP! We can't use this. It's for sale."
"Ple-e-ase Princess, it's an emergency. But if it's so important for you, we can share it instead of using two of them."
Courtney considered it for a moment. "Ok, come here, but if you try something funny with me, I'll fire and sue you."
"Are you serious?" asked Duncan, blushing.
"I'm always serious. So come and sit next to me," she said, looking at the ground.
The delinquent just wanted to tease her, but things took an awkward twist, so he just went and sat beside her.
After that moment, both stood silent, sitting on the floor and covered by a King-size blanket, but a couple of hours later, Courtney was still awake, too nervous to sleep beside the punk.
She just sighed, how things could go so wrong?
"Are you ok?" said Duncan, his voice raspy after being quiet for some time.
"Are you awake?"
He just chuckled. "I doubt anyone can keep sleeping after hearing a sigh like that."
"So funny," she replied in a stern tone. Courtney then sighed again, "Sorry, I didn't want to wake you up."
"Are you apologizing? " Duncan thought about mocking her, but there was something weird in her voice, something that made him reject that idea. "Don't worry, but if you want to talk about it, go on."
She took a deep breath. Maybe it was because she was tired, or maybe the comfy atmosphere below the blanket, but she answered truthfully. "I was wondering how bad I messed my life up."
Duncan chuckled, "Messed up? You're basically the 2nd in charge of the damn mall with only 20 years old."
"22"
"22, whatever, you're still younger than me," replied Duncan rolling his eyes. "You're the boss and got a nice paycheck every month. It doesn't seem so bad."
"You can't understand," she said, looking sadly at the ground. "I could be so much more. I was the top-grade student in my school, my average was A, and I could study anything I wanted, from politics to laws."
Duncan looked at her but stood silent, letting her some space to order her feelings.
"But after my parents divorced, I didn't feel like going to college anymore. They seemed to be fine, but actually, they grew distant from each other. And…" she stood silent for a moment. "I didn't want to stay with any of them, or keep living from their money."
"That's harsh girl," he said, patting her shoulder.
Courtney made a sad smile. "So I asked Mr. McLean for a job, and he hired me as an assistant in the HR department."
"I didn't know you knew the boss before working here." Asked Duncan, looking at her with wide eyes.
"Mr. McLean was the director of the summer camp I used to attend," said Courtney chuckling "I even was a CIT."
He raised an eyebrow. "You were a CIT, for real? I never expected you were the type who enjoyed camping."
"Surprised? I only need to take a test, and I can become a full-fledged camp counselor," she said proudly. "Did I never tell you? I usually tell everyone I used to be a CIT."
"Maybe you did, but I forgot about it. Or maybe it was one of those times I wasn't listening," replied the delinquent, shrugging.
Courtney chuckled and then frowned. "And now 4 years later, I'm here, working for the more irresponsible man in the States and trying to keep this whole mart working. But sometimes I wonder if it was a mistake. Maybe I should have stood with one of my parents and went to college," her voice became lower, like a sigh. "I miss the time we eat together on Thanksgiving. Maybe that's why I become more sensitive around these days."
He waited for a moment until he was sure she had finished venting. "If you want my opinion you're overthinking. There is no way to change the past, and you still have your future. If you want to study it's never too late. But At least I'm happy you ended working in this place."
"You are? why?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "We just fight every day."
"Princess, it may sound cheesy, but you're awesome. You're probably one of the few people in this nuthouse that take her job seriously," he scratched his nose, blushing. "And you're so cute when you're doing your best."
Courtney blushed and frowned. "If you're going to mock me…"
"No, no, no. I'm serious. You're always shouting and trying to keep this place steady. I used to hate this job, but it was one of the few places I could work with my juvie records. But meeting you here changed me. How can that bossy brat be so serious about this job?"
"Bossy brat?" asked Courtney offended.
"Let me finish," said Duncan raising his hands. "After looking at you, I noticed you were actually serious about this place and really wanted to make a difference. So I wanted to do my best too, and before I realized it, this job wasn't so bad. So even If you quit tomorrow don't regret working here, because at least to me, you made a difference."
"I-I …" Courtney was without words. She never expected hearing something like that, much less from Duncan. "Thanks, I never saw things from that perspective."
He chuckled, "it's because you think too much about yourself and too little about other people. But believe me, many people like you."
"You too?" Courtney blushed more profusely.
His jaw dropped, and then he smirked. "Of course, I also like you."
"You mean it?"
"Yes, I like you."
They stood closer to each other, Courtney putting her hand over his.
"Courtney, if you don't have plans, you can come to my home tomorrow for Thanksgiving dinner," said Duncan, his voice lower than usual.
"Are you sure? I don't want to trouble you."
"You know me, I always say what's on my mind. So don't be shy, my mother always cooks too much anyway, and I'm sure it can help you feel less lonely tomorrow."
She began to sniff. "Thanks, Duncan."
"Are you crying?"
"Of course not. It's just that… is freezing here, yes, maybe I'm getting a cold," she replied, not looking at Duncan's face.
After some minutes, both fell asleep, their heads resting together.
The next day they were woken up by the noise of the gate opening.
"HERE THEY ARE?" Chef's loud voice resounded in the warehouse.
Courtney and Duncan were still drowsy, so they took a moment to realize what was happening. Chef, MacArthur, Bridgette, and Geoff were there, looking at them.
"WHAT!? You wake me up at 11:00 am on holiday just to find them happily sleeping together! I hope at least one of them is seriously injured," shouted MacArthur, throwing her cap to the ground.
Courtney jumped, putting some distance from the punk. "Why are you here? I thought no one was working today."
"We aren't," said Bridgette hugging her. "But I called you yesterday and today and got nervous when you didn't answer. So I called Chef, and he couldn't locate you either."
Chef nodded and pointed to MacArthur. "So we came to look for you in the mall, and I called this girl to help us, because she's always loafing about during her turn."
"I'm not loafing about. I'm saving up my energy," MacArthur replied, glaring at him. "So if all is solved, I'll take my leave. Happy Thanksgiving!"
Courtney blinked a couple of times, and smiled. "Well, thank you everyone. We owe you a lot."
"Yes, you just rescued us," said Duncan, his voice a pitch lower than usual. "By the way Chef, we can't open the locker room. Can you help us?"
"What the hell were you doing last night?" Chef muttered while opening the locker room. "There, now you can get your things and get the hell out of here."
Bridgette held Courtney's hands, "Anyway, I'm glad you're fine. Now if you want, we can go home together and begin preparing the Thanksgiving dinner."
There was a small silence in the room. Duncan sighed and went to the locker room. At least Princess wouldn't spend the day alone.
"Sorry, Bridgette, but I already have plans," said Courtney smiling. "But we can lunch together tomorrow if you don't mind."
Bridgette looked at her with wide eyes. There was something more behind her best friend's answer. "Of course, no problem. We can eat together tomorrow."
Courtney then went to the locker rooms. Duncan was waiting for her in front of the women's door.
"So that means you're coming for dinner?" asked the delinquent, smirking.
She just stood on her toes and kissed him on the cheek. "I think that's enough for an answer."
Courtney entered the room, leaving a blushing Duncan outside, touching his cheek.
It was like that Courtney's worst day ended, but it was also the beginning of a new future. She wasn't sure if working here was the best choice or not, but she wouldn't change it. And that fated Thanksgiving day was the bloom of what would become one of the most peculiar couples in all W-mart. But what happened to them and how their relationship developed is a different W-mart story for another time.
And here it is, I hope you enjoy it reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.
This story is quite different from my other one-shots. First it's not as romantic as other of my stories, and also, it's focused on Courtney and not on Duncan. I wanted to focus on the differences between Duncan and Courtney to then show their similarities.
And of course the setting. Did you enjoy it? Or it was too weird? If you like the W-mart AU idea, tell me in the reviews and I may write more stories about it.
As always, thanks for reading, and I hope you like it.
