Okay peeps, after I update this, and Broken Strings, TDS, and MAYBE What time is it, I PROMISE to write the finale of MTMF! Cross my heart. Now that that's over, onto the story!

WARNING: CONTAINS SEXUAL THEMES

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PHYSCE! Pffft. Like I'd put sexual themes, bleh. They creep me out... Cartoons having sex? That's just plain creepy...

"What do you guys want... Come to rub it in!" Courtney sneered, while the rest of her team wallowed in shame after another loss. The Screaming Gophers just finished their Tuck Shop run, and had joined the not so Killer Bass at the Bonfire pit. Trent was the bravest of his team members, facing the possible wrath of Courtney. She was like the Heather of the Killer Bass! And when they lost, it had to be someone elses fault. I mean, she was an actual C.I.T.! As the one with the most extensive knowledge of summer camp, she would be the most important. Or so she said.

"We got some extra dessert during our Tuck Shop run. Thought you might want some..." Trent said.

Courtney raised an eyebrow, and crosed her arms. Courtney knew something had to be up. No one would just give away free dessert... Especially in a heated competition. As her parents always said, 'Nothing in life is free. Watch what you take. Now go to your room and study for your theory test! No daughter of ours is going to fail!'

"So you're just being... Nice?" She asked, disbelievingly.

"Okay, Owen stank up our cabin and we need some time to air out," Gwen admitted. Courtney knew that they weren't just 'being nice'. She was always right. Or so she said.

Owen smiled nervously, then farted behind the group.

"Ew, dude..." Trent sighed. Suddenly, a shrill high pitch scream filled the musky forest air. Trent immidiately turned his head towards where the cry came from, curiousity ridden over his normally cool and collected face. He saw the headstrong C.I.T. with an emotion he had never seen in her onyx orbs before. Fear. Her nose was crinkled up in distaste, and her body was shaking more than when Duncan had poured his ice water down her back as one of his daily antics. Man, that guy creased Trent. Sure, he's a funny dude, but underneath that he's a total jackass.

"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" Courtney shrieked, when Beth held up a tray of green jell-o in her face. Many campers exchanged weird glaces while Courtney tried to regain composure. "Uhm, I mean... No thanks." Courtney denied, holding up her hands to reassure everyone.

"What, you on a diet?" Duncan questioned, lazily.

Courtney narrowed her eyes, and glared at the punk she was forced to be associate with. "No!" She huffed, before crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. "I just don't like green jelly, okay?"

Suddenly, everyone erupted into one big share fest. Who knew that seventeen random teenagers thrown into the Muskokan wilderness by a sadistic fame hungry host, could interact civilly? After everyone admitted one of their deepest, darkest, fears, only Courtney was left.

"Okay Courtney. You have to be afraid of something. Spit it out." Trent demanded.

Courtney lifted her legs and hugged them close to her chest. She smiled proudly. "Nope, nothing."

"That's not what she said last night," Duncan snickered to his buddies Geoff, and DJ.

Courtney rolled her eyes. "Duncan, did you ever think that I was just humouring you, and your stupid story?"

"Sure sure Princess... Whatever floats your boat."

"Shut up!"

The next challenge was utter hell for whoever was still at Camp Wawanawkwa. Having your deepest darkest fears revealed to all of Canada, and having to face them? Chris just broke the douche nozzle scale. Mostly everyone faced their fears, barely, but for those who didn't- a.k.a. Courtney- things could not possibley get worse! Not only did everyone know her ridiculous phobia, but her giant display of hypocrissy too.

She should've been the one on the Boat of Losers, and she knew it. But once again, she missed defeat by a hair. The sun had already set, and the cool night air had blown in, replacing the humid, thick air that previously blanketed the island. Her feet kicked through the murky water, while she stared out into the night sky. Drops of water dripped onto her lap, and it took awhile for Courtney to register that she was actually crying...

"Courtney?" She heard someone ask. The voice was lower, so it couldn't be a girl. She felt someones leg brush hers, when they sat down beside her. "Courtney, it's freezing... What are you doing out here?"

Courtney felt someone place an article of clothing around her. She didn't even raise her head, to look the person in the eyes. The pitch of their voice was enough her to recognize the person that she should NOT be fratanizing with. Suddenly, Courtney felt someones velvetly smooth hand under her chin, lifting it out of a sulking position, forcing her to look them in the eye.

"Whoa, you're crying... Why? What happened?" Trent asked, genuinely concerned. Courtney looked at him for a second. Examining him. Why did he care? He was probably here just to make fun of her fear, like Duncan-er, everyone else had... Her eyes travelled down to his chest... Sure, it wasn't ripped, but it was still pretty muscular-WAIT A MINUTE!!!! Why was she thinking such thoughts? And about the enemy, too?! What does it matter... It's not like she was going to be here much longer.

"What, can't speak to the enemy?" Trent teased, as if reading her jumbled thoughts. Courtney felt a few more tears escape from her eyes, before Trent cupped her face and wiped them away. "Wow Court, it was just a joke... You don't need to cry... Please don't cry..."

"T-Trent... S-stop." Courtney said, though it was barely above a whisper.

"Why?"

"You're a Screaming Gopher. One of my sworn enemies, so you can just forget what you're trying to pull." Courtney sneered, slapping his hands out of her face. She crossed her arms, and glared at the Gopher male, with a look that said 'I have a rape whistle. And I'll use it.' Trent sighed, and shook his head.

"Can't I just talk with you? Does everything have to be about this stupid game!" Trent exclaimed.

"Well, considered a hundred thousand dollars is on the line, I'm assuming yes."

The two sat in silence for a while, just listening to nature's music. Owl's were who-ing, crickets were chirping, and the rustling of the water was quite soothing.

"Why were you crying earlier?" Trent asked, beaking the silence. Courtney took a few moments, debating whether she should tell him, or not. She took a deep breath in, and let the air out.

"I'm a failure." Courtney said.

"You? Nah... Sure, you yelled at your team to toughen up and face their fears, and you couldn't... That doesn't make you a failure."

"It does make people hate you."

"Eh, you just gotta learn to ignore them. Everyone here hates each other, you learn to get used to it." Trent said, as if it was no big deal. He patted Courtney on the shoulder, before getting up and strecthing. He held out his hand for Courtney to take. She looked at it for a moment, before taking it, and standing up. A loud howl was heard, causing Courtney to jump out of fright, grabbing onto the closest thing that could protect her. Trent istinctively wrapped his arms around Courtney, and looked down at her. He had never seen her this... vulnerable. Courtney slowly opened her eyes, and looked up at Trent. She pulled away, and coughed awkwardly.

"Ahem. Er, thank-you, and uhm sorry for, erm, grabbing onto you like that. It was completely juvenile and uncalled for." Courtney apologized, bashfully.

Trent shook his head. "N-no, no prob." Trent assured her, and noticed how even in the darkness of the night he could still see the tiny blush appear across her tanned complexion. "Heeeey... We all get scared sometimes..."

"Fear is weakness! I refuse to be weak!" Courtney snapped. She started to walk away to her cabin. "Weakness makes it easier for people to break you..." She muttered, not sure if Trent had heard her.

Trent hadn't, but still decided to stop Courtney. "Hey, hey..."

Courtney paused, before turning around and looking at Trent. "What."

"Sweet dreams." Trent smiled, heading over to the Gopher cabin to get a good nights sleep. Well, as good of a sleep you can get there...

"Wait, Trent!" Courtney called. Trent turned around, slightly puzzled. Courtney smiled warmly. "Thanks. For the talk."

"No problem Courtney. No problem..." He smiled back, before disappearing into his cabin. He didn't even bother to get his shirt back from Courtney. She needed the comfort more than he did, anyways...

I practically got a cavity writing this from all the sweetness. Ah I see we return to ol' Wawanawkwa, eh? Haven't written a lot of stuff here, and since not much interaction happened between Courtney and Trent on Total Drama Island, I added some! Don't forget to review! Or I'll... I WON'T UPDATE!!!!!!! Just kidding, I'm not one of those authors who threaten to not update just for reviews! But, it'd be pretty nice to have some... *wink wink nudge nudge* Eh? Eh! Tehe, so click that nice button with the speech bubble and review!