A/N- There's a lot of criticisms you can make about this story. 'Oh, this is so far removed from canon that it's not even readable.' 'Oh, this is too convoluted to be believable.' 'Oh, it's too dramatic.' Yes to all of these things. Hopefully you are looking past it to understand what this story is at its core- a Total Drama fanfiction written by a grown adult in 2022. Trust me, I have bigger problems. Alright, enjoy!
Chapter Fourteen
Duncan was stomping through the woods with no destination in mind.
Courtney…How dare she? What gives her the right? I thought she was my friend…I should have known better. She's always hated me.
He batted a branch out of the way with a little more force than needed.
This is so humiliating. She couldn't save it? She had to call me out in front of everyone like that?
He kicked at a small pile of leaves sitting in his way.
I hate her. I really think I do. She has no idea what it's like to be in my position. She probably doesn't care. Where am I?
Duncan paused for a moment to get his bearings about him. The last thing he wanted was to get lost in the woods before nightfall.
Hang on, I know where I am…The cave is around here. Fine, I'll go there. At least I can be alone.
He didn't want anybody to run after him. At the same time, he desperately needed someone to find him and tell him that everything would be alright.
Chris won't let me quit…But I can't stay here. I can't go back to the Hero team, at least. Those are the last people I want to see right now. Should I sleep here tonight? Maybe I could run away. There has to be a way off this island. Fuck the money, this can't be worth it. If I can't hang out with Courtney and Gwen, what's the point of staying? Then again, neither of them ever liked me. They would be thrilled if I left tonight. I could beg Chris to let me stay at his place. I'm sure he'd let me.
He stepped into the cave, running his hand along the cool rocks.
I could sneak back to the Spa Hotel, get my bag, and leave. I just don't want to speak to anyone. I'm sure Zoey will want to talk about it. What do I even say? Brush it off? I would like to say goodbye to her…She's the closest thing I have to a friend right now. Isn't that sad? She's been so nice to me…I probably don't deserve it. It's better for her if I leave. She doesn't need me there fucking things up for her.
He slid against the wall until he hit the floor.
This is so embarrassing. All of it. Courtney calling me out. The fact that she mentioned…him. He probably thinks I'm obsessed with him. God, I'm so weak. Why did I tell Courtney anything? I should've kept it to myself and suffered in silence. At least I wouldn't have dragged anyone else down with me. Wait, what's that?
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a glimmer of light on the floor of the cave across from him. He leaned over to examine the source of the light, only to find a small piece of metal.
Is this…?
He picked it up and observed it.
The fuckin' immunity idol…This definitely wasn't here before. Is someone hiding it here? I don't think anybody knows about this place… How could it have ended up here?
"Duncan?"
Without thinking, he shoved the statue in his pocket and turned to see who had spoken. He peered through the darkness and saw Gwen standing at the mouth of the cave.
"Oh…hey."
"Yeah, hey, what the fuck's going on? What was all that back there?"
"Dunno," he shrugged, leaning back against the wall. He pulled his knees up to his chest.
"Jesus," she took a few steps towards him. "You look like shit. No offense."
"Yeah, I can see that," he tried to smile. "I can't believe Chris let you go."
"He didn't," she picked at her sleeve. "He made me fight Chef."
"Woah, really?" Duncan looked up at that. "How'd it go?"
"What do you think? I forfeited."
"Ah…sorry to hear that."
"Look," she sighed. "Obviously, there are things I don't know." She walked closer still, stopping when she was only a few feet away.
"Shouldn't you be with Courtney right now?" He tried to deflect.
"She wants to be alone. Mind if I sit?"
And there it is.
"Go ahead," he gestured broadly.
She sat down across from him, her back to the other wall of the cave.
"How'd you know to find me here?" The thought occurred to him.
"Ah," she smiled sheepishly. "I followed you here one day. First season. I just figured you'd want to be alone."
"But you showed up."
"After that shitshow? I had to."
They sat there quietly for a few moments. Duncan was staring at the floor, too uncomfortable to make eye contact.
"I'm gonna have to do a lot of apologizing tomorrow," he tapped his fingers.
"Yeah?"
"I shouldn't have screamed at her. I mean. I think I was harsh… Nothing she said surprised me, though. To be honest, I think she's always hated me-"
"God, don't start with that," Gwen sighed. "You always do that. You jump to the most extreme conclusion…Not to kick you when you're down or anything," she quickly added.
"No, it's fine. You're right." He fidgeted. "And she's right. I get wrapped up in my own problems or whatever."
"Look," Gwen clicked her tongue. "You're both right, and you're both wrong. She has control issues, you have…interpersonal issues. But either way, you guys don't communicate, and in any other world that wouldn't be as big of an issue, but we just so happen to be on TV."
"You don't have to sugarcoat it," he reassured her. "It's an issue no matter what. I know that. You can be honest."
"I'm always honest with you. I think you guys need to talk it out. And she shouldn't have made it so public, but…you didn't exactly handle it well."
"I know, I know…" he leaned his head against the wall. "I have to talk to her."
"But you have to be honest with her."
"Of course."
"What I mean is…you can't make it all about yourself," she picked at the skin on her nails.
"What do you mean?"
"Just don't make it about you. Right? You…have a tendency to maybe do that."
"Right…" he sighed. "God, what a trainwreck. Do you think she'll forgive me?"
"Friends fight all the time," she waved him off. "Maybe not in front of a crowd, or on camera, but still. Just be real with her. And don't do it today."
"Hmm? Why not?"
"Do you seriously think you're in any state to apologize?" She raised an eyebrow. "Give her some time to cool off."
"You know, Gwen, you're very good at this."
"What? Doing emotional labor for other people?"
"Maybe that's not the word I would use…How have you been, by the way?" He realized he should probably ask that.
"How thoughtful of you," she deadpanned. "To be honest, I'm worried about you."
See? You're bringing her down. She's worried.
"Because of this?"
"No," she stated. "I was worried before this."
"You shouldn't worry about me."
"More self-pitying…"
"Sorry," he blushed. "Why are you worried?"
"Something's been weird with you lately. You're not acting like yourself."
"Dunno what you mean…" he trailed off.
"It's like…let me try to explain. It's like you've been replaced by an impersonator who's very good at pretending to be you, but something feels off. Does that make sense? Like, you're just not you. It's like, you seem like you're somewhere else, mentally. And you look so, so, tired. Is something going on? And don't say 'nothing.' That doesn't work. You won't convince me. I feel like we used to have fun, the three of us. Like, yeah, it sucked, but we could always joke about shit. We would hang out. We would do stuff. Every time I've seen you this season, it's been something bad. And I'm not the only one who thinks that."
"Who else?"
"Well, to be honest, Zoey pulled me aside a few days ago and mentioned you being weird…I don't know, it seems like you guys get along well now, but she said you were super upset about something."
Damn, that must have been when…well, it doesn't matter now.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, I just told her it was nothing. Which you're not about to do, by the way. So tell me, what's going on?"
I can't tell her. I can't relive it. I already told Courtney, shouldn't that be enough? I try not to think about it…I haven't let myself really think about it in a while now. It's like a far away thing, something that happened but I wasn't a part of. I've taken myself out of it. Was that the right thing to do? How am I supposed to think about it and function at the same time? I can have one or the other. Wouldn't I be setting myself back if I talk about it? Is that losing progress?
"Woah, dude, was it that bad?" Gwen looked concerned.
"I don't know," he sighed. "I kind of never think about it. I feel like it's opening up a can of worms I can never close again."
"I see…" she noted. "I mean, I think it would actually be better if you talk about it. So you can process it fully and all that."
Could that be true? Is that how it works?
"Well," he began, taking a shaky breath. "I've been thinking about something that happened a few years ago."
"Go on."
"It's really dumb, actually," he suddenly felt intense regret for agreeing to speak with her. "Um. Like, it's so dumb, but for some reason…hmm. I don't know. I can't talk about it. I have a mental block or something. My mouth just won't say the words."
I'm not lying. I want to pretend like the whole thing never happened.
"Was it that breakup Courtney was talking about?" Gwen tilted her head.
Duncan stared at her like he'd just been shot.
"I'll take that as a yes. I can't believe you've never mentioned it before."
"I really hate thinking about it…the whole thing makes me cringe. I told Courtney once in a moment of weakness. That came back to bite me, obviously-"
"It's not good to keep that kind of stuff bottled up," Gwen directed the conversation away from Courtney.
"Fine…I have to close my eyes, though. I'm too embarrassed to look at you."
"Whatever you have to do."
He averted his gaze and took a deep breath.
"Promise you won't say anything?"
"When have I ever?"
"Well," he took another shaky breath, "I had a thing. With a guy. For six months. Before this show. And it ended really badly. So, yeah."
"Really badly?"
"You know. Words were exchanged and all that," he still wasn't looking at her. "So, yeah. Been thinking about it a lot."
"I see…" he could hear her drumming her fingers against the stone floor.
"Like I said," he forced himself to make eye contact. "It's dumb."
"You know," she ignored the self-deprecation, "six months is a good amount of time."
"I guess," he shrugged. "It was destined to fail, really."
"Really?"
"I don't know. They weren't…ideal circumstances."
"I'm just confused about one thing."
"Yeah?"
"Why are you thinking about this now?"
"Hmm?"
"I mean," she explained, "you said this happened…what? Two years ago? And you've never said anything about it. So, why now?"
"Oh. Um…I don't know," he lied. "Just random, I guess."
"Really?" She raised an eyebrow.
"...Yep."
"Hmm," she narrowed her eyes. "So, how do you feel?"
"You're sure you're not my therapist?"
"Sometimes I think I am."
"Well," he crossed his arms, "I feel like shit. And I feel…angry. Not about the breakup, well, maybe a little. It was both of our faults, really, and you know, we were sixteen. Not like we were married or anything. That stuff never lasts. But now…here's an example. I have to go back to the Spa Hotel and watch Mike and Zoey be all lovey-dovey, and it drives me batshit. Why does Mike get to be happy, ya know? How is that fair?"
"Um, I don't know-"
"It makes no sense. Like, can I say something fucked up?"
"Oh, sure-"
"It's not that I want him to be miserable…I just don't want him to be happy if I'm not also happy. Basically, I don't want him to be happy without me. I know that sounds terrible, sorry, but he can't be doing better than me. He's not a better person-"
"Sorry, are we still talking about Mike?"
"What? No, no…I'm talking about my ex. I don't know anything about Mike. Anyways, he's not better than me. Right? He's not a better person than me. That's the whole point. If anything, I'm better. At least I'm honest with people, right? I'm honest when it matters. I don't pretend to be nice to people. You know what? He's putting on this whole show, trying to prove that he's changed, but I know it's bullshit. He's still just as fucked up, no, more fucked up than me. That's what really matters. I've changed for the better. I have, right? In the past two years, I'm better now. Right?"
"Look-"
"I don't believe it for one second. He's not happier than I am because that just wouldn't make sense. And even if he is, it'll come crashing down. One day. And it's going to feel great."
"Duncan!"
"Hmm?" Gwen's voice took him out of his trance. "What's up?"
"Jesus, dude, you realize this sounds insane, right?"
"Yeah," he sighed. "I know it doesn't sound great."
"You have to let this go. I had no idea you felt so strongly about this whole thing, but you have to cut it off. It isn't good for you to obsess like that."
"I know…I know. I should cut all ties."
"I don't even know if that's enough. I mean…jeez," she shook her head.
"We were pretty dysfunctional, if you couldn't tell," he smiled.
"I don't want to know. Just promise me you'll work on getting over this, ok?"
That's the most I've talked about this in forever…
"I will," he nodded. "I promise. And I hope this didn't freak you out or anything."
"Hardly," she tried to sound convincing. "Well…"
"I should go deal with the fallout," he gave her an out. They both stood up.
"Take some time, pull yourself together, and talk to Courtney," she advised as they walked out of the cave. She squinted her eyes as they adjusted to the light.
"Right," Duncan nodded. "And, um, thanks. For that."
"Yeah, yeah…I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"
"Alright," he smiled as she walked towards the cabins and he split off towards the Spa Hotel.
It really is bullshit that we've gotten to stay in the Spa Hotel for so long…I'm sure we'll lose soon enough.
Back at the Spa Hotel, the remaining Heroes had gathered around the kitchen table. Nobody wanted to speak first.
That was so bad…I don't know what to say. What do I say? Someone has to say something, right? We can't just pretend like nothing happened.
"So…" Cameron cleared his throat. "That was…Um, I mean…"
"Guys, that was crazy!" Sierra's eyes were wide. "Like, can you actually believe it?"
"It was so awkward," Zoey shuddered. "What was all that?"
"I guess Courtney really has it out for him," Cameron frowned. "Who knew she was that upset?"
"I did. It was obvious," Sierra shrugged. "She's crazy."
"I guess so…I mean, we saw it coming from day one," Cameron decided. "She was always being…off-putting, towards us. Remember?"
"Ooh, yeah! I remember," Sierra nodded.
"I don't know, guys," Zoey pondered. "The whole thing just sounds so crazy, I don't even know what to think."
"I do. They're both…wrong?" Cameron tried out the word. "I think. Calling each other out on camera…"
"I know, that's the worst part," Zoey took a breath. She looked over at her boyfriend. "Mike, what do you think?"
"Hmm? Well, I don't know…I feel bad, I guess. I'm kind of freaked out, to be honest."
"Hey, don't worry," Zoey smiled. "I'm sure we're all freaked out. We should probably discuss it now, before he gets here."
"I can't believe I didn't see this coming earlier," Sierra huffed. "I should be better at predicting this stuff."
"Has this happened before?" Cameron asked, eyes wide.
"What, the two of them arguing? Sure, but it's never been that bad…Ooh, I just don't know!"
"Do you think he'll be mad when he gets back here?" Zoey fidgeted. "I wonder where he went…"
I hate to say it, but Sierra knows the most out of all of us. I hate having to rely on her opinion…
"He's probably freaking out in the woods for a bit," she shrugged.
"You know, I've never seen Chris that angry," Cameron shuddered. "I had no idea he could yell like that…"
"Yeah," Zoey sighed. "That was probably the worst part…I was kind of scared, to be honest."
"Don't worry," Mike smiled at her. "Chris is harmless."
"Dunno about that," Sierra muttered under her breath.
"What do you mean?" Zoey asked.
"Chris is only harmless if you're lucky."
"Lucky?"
"Look," Sierra sighed. "Chris isn't harmless. What you saw today? That was nothing. He's done much worse. I should know, I used to be his biggest fan," she frowned. Then, she looked around the room to make sure he wasn't somehow listening in. She leaned forward, a grave look on her face. "Chris…he messes with people. Don't let your guard down for even one second." She leaned back, the smile returned to her face. "Anyways, today was wild!"
"Sorry, why do you say that?" Cameron looked terrified. "What's he gonna do to us?"
"Hmm? Oh, nothing. He's actually really nice…if you're not one of his favorites."
Courtney said something similar to me…His favorites…What does he do?
"His favorites?" Cameron echoed.
"Oh, yeah. He can be ruthless. Why do you think Duncan is so scared of him? He acts like he owes Chris his life. Maybe he does, I dunno," she shrugged. "Who else…Heather and Gwen…Courtney, as you saw today. He screws around with them. Sets up situations where they can't win. Knows all of their weaknesses. You know how it is," she appeared unbothered. "Anyone want dinner?"
"Sierra, you realize this sounds a little unbelievable, right?" Mike fiddled with his hands.
"I don't understand," Cameron shook his head. "All of this for a TV show? Why would the contestants put up with that?"
"You're not getting this, Cammy-bear," Sierra rolled her eyes.
"I thought we were done with-"
"It's not about the TV show. You think Duncan cares about this show? It's his loyalty to Chris. All of them."
"But why not leave?" Cameron insisted.
"Obviously there's things going on behind the scenes that we don't know about." Zoey spoke softly. "It can't be that easy."
Mike stood up from his seat and started pacing across the room.
"Besides," Sierra picked up her phone and started to scroll. "Think about it. If they could leave, they would have done it during season one. Where would Duncan have gone? Back to juvie? I don't think he really had a choice…"
"I don't like this," Zoey bit her lip. "I'm sorry, this is too much-"
"And Gwen needed the money, she couldn't just give up, right? Single mother, a brother that worships her-"
"Alright, Sierra, I got it," Zoey cut her off.
Poor Duncan, maybe I've been too harsh on him. No, Mike's been too harsh on him. We all have.
"He'll make up with Courtney," she kept scrolling. "I mean, they have to make up. They rely on each other."
"Chris hasn't done anything with our cast…I wonder why not?" Cameron asked. "We never saw him freak out last season."
"Have you even been listening, Cammy-kins?" Sierra kept scrolling. "It's his favorites, remember? They get all the heat. You're obviously not his favorite…Sorry. But I'm sure Chris has been equally as brutal behind the scenes, you just haven't noticed. Now, seriously, what are we doing for dinner? I have to wake Cody Junior from his nap, and if he doesn't have food, he'll be really upset."
"Have you guys noticed Chris doing anything weird?" Cameron asked Zoey and Mike, the latter of which was still pacing.
"No, not like that," Zoey ran her hands through her pigtails.
"I don't…" Mike started, then cleared his throat. "I don't know. I have no idea what to think anymore."
"This is heavy…" Zoey trailed off.
"Yeah, you'll get used to it," Sierra brushed off her teammates' concern. "Now, dinner-"
"I'll make spaghetti," Mike quickly offered. "Alright?"
"Perfect."
I'm so done with her…We need to lose next time. I know, I know, it sounds terrible…but she needs to go.
"Oh! I just remembered," Sierra clapped her hands. "We have to discuss," she paused for effect, "the breakup. Whatever that's supposed to mean. I haven't figured that one out, actually…obviously it was supposed to be a secret. Oh, I have to ask him!"
"As long as we aren't talking about Chris anymore," Zoey sighed.
If it was such a huge secret, why would Courtney tell me about it? Not even Gwen knew…
"But it makes sense, though," Sierra leaned forward. "I mean, from what I've heard, he was super miserable during season one. And terrible to be around. Doesn't a breakup explain all of that?"
"That would make sense," Cameron pondered, happy to move on from the darker topic of conversation. "Especially if it was a really bad one."
"Well, it sounds like it was really bad," Sierra considered. "Oh! I just have to know."
"I think," Mike started to boil a pot of water, "we probably shouldn't talk about this. It just feels weird."
"You're no fun," Sierra pouted. "I've never seen Duncan that upset before. You're not at least a little curious?"
"I have to admit, I would like to know," Cameron admitted. "But I would never ask, of course."
"It's crazy, though, how much breakups can mess with people…Do you think you can be friends with your ex? I've always wondered that," Sierra asked.
"I think so," Zoey shrugged. "I guess it depends on how badly it ended."
"Who's fault do you think it was?" Cameron asked. "I mean, if that's not rude-"
"Obviously, it was his," Sierra answered immediately.
"Yeah," Zoey sighed. "It does look that way."
"Do you think he…cheated?" Cameron almost whispered.
"He wouldn't do that," Zoey defended him.
Duncan wouldn't cheat, he's not a bad guy like that…
"Ooh! Maybe he was cheated on?" Sierra proposed.
"Could be…" Zoey wondered. "Wait, should we be talking about this?"
"It's just between us," Cameron murmured. "I feel like that's ok."
"Yeah, just between us! A little team gossiping, right?" Sierra smiled.
"Well," Zoey considered. "Maybe he was cheated on?"
"Here's what I'd like to know," Sierra announced, "what kind of girl would date a guy like that?"
"Who? Duncan?"
"Yeah," Sierra nodded.
"Hmm…" Cameron appeared lost in thought. "Now, that's someone I'd like to meet."
"I'm sure she's…interesting," Zoey nodded.
Probably kind of…Well, not to be mean…Crazy?
"She'd have to be crazy," Sierra decided. "Absolutely crazy. Like, there has to be something wrong with her."
"Awe, don't be mean," Zoey shook her head but still smiled. "He has some redeeming qualities."
"Well," Cameron started, ""No normal person could stay with someone that volatile for so long…"
"I guess so," Zoey sighed. "Now I'm really curious."
"She's probably really hot," Sierra decided. "The hot ones are always crazy."
"Is that true?" Cameron asked. "I haven't heard that…"
"Oh, it's true," Sierra reassured him. "Right, Zoey?"
"I suppose I've heard that before," Zoey mused.
"God…I bet the sex was great."
"Sierra!" Zoey gasped. "Don't say stuff like that!"
The sound of metal hitting metal caused the three of them to turn around.
"Sorry, dropped something…" Mike mumbled quickly.
"Why not?" Sierra asked.
"It's inappropriate," Zoey blushed.
Cameron stared at the table, looking like he'd seen a ghost.
"Can we not talk about the…the…"
"The sex? You guys are no fun," Sierra pouted.
Mike slid a few bowls of spaghetti onto the table.
"I'm going to bed," he announced. "Sorry, this is getting a little too weird," he rubbed his hands together.
"Same," Cameron jumped at the chance to leave. He stood up, almost knocking his chair over, and grabbed his bowl of spaghetti. "I'll just eat this in bed, I guess."
"Fine, whatever," Sierra rolled her eyes. "None of this even matters. Courtney's totally in love with him."
"Wait, what?" Zoey asked. "What are you talking about?"
"Hmm? Oh, nothing," she picked up her cellphone and started to type.
"Sierra, you can't do that," Cameron bit back his annoyance and sat back down. "You can't tell us something and then pretend it's nothing."
"Fine," she swept her hair to the side. "Only because you insist."
"We're not insisting-"
"No, no, it's fine. I'm sure you want to know. Basically, it's my theory that Courtney used to have, like, a major crush on him back in season one, and he totally rejected her, and that's why she hates him."
"Are you sure?" Zoey frowned. "I thought the whole point was that they never dated…"
"Yeah, they never dated, but she totally wanted to," Sierra nodded, sure of herself. "I was even gonna post it on my blog during World Tour but they both got super pissed at me."
"That could be true," Cameron conceded. "I mean, maybe-"
"It's not true."
The Hero team turned to find Duncan standing in the doorway.
"Duncan!" Sierra gasped and stood up.
"Um, we didn't hear you come in," Zoey stumbled for words.
"Yeah. I was trying to be quiet. Thought you would be asleep." He was glaring at Sierra.
Has she lost her mind? Can't she keep it to herself for one fuckin' minute?
"Oh, well-"
"Sierra, you're so full of shit," he hissed. "Can you really not stop with the rumors for five fucking minutes?"
"Oh," Sierra knew she was fucked. "Well-"
"What is it? Why are you so determined to make problems? What's your deal? Courtney never liked me, she never asked me out, it never happened, so why do you keep insisting?"
God, he's so mad…
"How about this," he kept going. "Focus on yourself. Work on getting your life together. Cody's not gonna fuck you! Alright? I'm sorry, really, but take your misery elsewhere instead of ruining other people's reputations."
Mike started laughing at that, which he quickly covered with a cough.
"Are you ok?" Zoey whispered in concern.
"Yup, fine."
"Well," Sierra tried to recover. "Well, what do you know about anything? What do you know about love? The only thing you're good at is getting broken up with!"
"Jesus, Sierra," Zoey buried her head in her hands. "Please don't-"
"Has Cody called you once this entire time? Or have you been getting off every night to the sound of his voicemail?"
Mike snickered at that one too.
"How is this funny?" Zoey whispered.
"Sorry, sorry…it's just so brutal."
"At least I'm not the one wearing a dog collar!" Sierra shot back. "How's it feel to be Chris' bitch, huh?"
"Oh, you wish-"
The sound of Cody Junior screeching interrupted their argument.
"We'll finish this later," Sierra gave him a final glare and left the room to deal with the rodent.
"Guys, don't listen to Sierra," Duncan announced when she closed the door. "She's totally bought into Chris' bullshit, there was never anything between me and Courtney, and that's final. Alright?"
He started to walk away without waiting for an answer.
"See you tomorrow," he called out and shut the guy's bedroom door.
"We should probably give him some time alone," Cameron rubbed his hands together.
"That's probably for the better," Zoey sighed.
"You know, guys," Mike drummed his fingers on the table. "I think this just shows we need to stick together."
"Oh, absolutely," Cameron agreed. "Honestly…I think you two are the only people I can trust on this team- no, this entire game."
"I feel the same," Zoey nodded. "I mean, all that stuff today?" She shuddered. "It's really us against the rest."
"As long as we stick together, we'll be alright," Mike reassured his friends. "We have to trust each other."
I can't believe I ever doubted Mike…the other contestants have only proven themselves to be unreliable.
"I definitely don't trust Duncan or Sierra," Cameron quickly shook his head. "Jeez, what a nightmare."
"Hey, friendship finale part two, right?" Mike flashed him a smile.
"Yeah," Cameron grinned.
"Right," Zoey nodded. "We'll be alright if we work together."
"Do you think he's asleep?" Cameron whispered.
"I hope so," Mike stood up. "I have to get some sleep."
"Good night," Zoey pulled him in for a kiss.
"'Night," Mike smiled and left for the guy's bedroom, Cameron close behind.
In the bedroom, Duncan was laying under his blankets.
I'll just pretend to be sleeping when they walk in. Man, Sierra is the worst…making stuff up like that when none of it's true. God, at least nobody is dumb enough to believe that stupid theory. I have that going for me. At least.