A/N: I do not own the Total Drama series or anything else copyrighted.

Duncan walked into the building Courtney worked in, sighing as he looked at the list of offices. He always forgot which one she worked in, for there were at least four offices owned by someone whose last name was "Smith". He thought about it for a moment before going into the elevator and riding up to the third floor. He stepped out and smirked, immediately recognizing his surroundings. He walked inside a David Smith's office and found Courtney there, sitting at the front desk.

Courtney looked up, ready to say something, when she stopped and rolled her eyes, smirking. "Duncan."

"Aah, my favorite Princess..." he said, leaning against the counter.

"You're ONLY Princess," she muttered, typing away at her computer.

"I had a dog once," Duncan informed her. Courtney glanced up, confused with an eyebrow raised, as he continued, "Her name was Princess..."

"I bet it was..."

"So when's your lunch break?" he quietly asked, leaning over.

She glanced at her watch and looked up at him. "Why?"

"Well, I just wanted to take my favorite girlfriend-"

"ONLY girlfriend," she interjected, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Scratch that, my favorite fiancee out to lunch," he simply informed her.

She pursed her lips, glancing between the papers on her desk and her computer screen. "Hold on," she muttered as she picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers. "David? I was wondering-" She stopped. "I don't know... an hour, I guess." She paused once more. "Will do. Thank you." She looked up at him. "I can take an hour lunch break."

"What's the catch?" he asked as she grabbed her jacket and purse.

"No catch," she said, wrapping an arm around his torso. "There's a big meeting this afternoon that I have to be on time for."

"What time is it at?" he asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

"In an hour and a half, at two. Where are we going, anyway?"

"To that little cafe down the street that you like," he said, smirking as she grinned happily.

"Really?!" she squealed.

He nodded. "I know you like it there, and haven't been there in forever..."

"Aww, such a sweetie," she said, pulling herself closer to him.

"Yeah... no. I'm not a sweetie."

"You're my sweetie," she murmured softly, looking up at him. "We'll keep that on the DL."

"You better," he said, looking down at her and softly kissing her. "I got a surprise for you."

She stared at him curiously as they sat down at a table outside the cafe. "Oh, really?"

He nodded. "Yep. But..."

"But...?"

"We should order our food first."

She smirked at him. "Oh, sure, get me all get excited as you delay this 'surprise'. It must suck."

"Oh, believe me, Princess," he said as she stood up. "You'll love this surprise."

She rolled her eyes, continuing to smirk as she walked inside. He sighed, moving a hand through his hair before reaching into his back pocket and grabbing out a small black box. He placed it on the table, somewhere in between his and her seat. This wasn't a proposal; they were already engaged, technically. About five minutes later, she came back out, holding two plates. He could tell she didn't notice it at first, but when she sat down, her eyes widened. "Duncan..."

"You should open it," he told her, taking a bite out of his sandwich.

She cautiously reached over and daintily picked it up. She held it in her palm before opening the box. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. She set down the box and looked at him. "Where did you-"

"I, uh..." He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "I actually didn't buy it."

Her look suddenly became incredious. "You didn't steal it, did you?" she harshly whispered.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Hah-hah, Princess. You know I don't steal anymore," he sarcastically muttered.

She sighed. "Sorry. It's just, you didn't buy it, so..."

"My Mom gave it to me." He blankly stared at her as her eyes became wide once more. "It was when we were there a couple of weeks ago. She gave it to me before you came over for dinner." He sighed, chuckling lightly before continuing, "It was her engagement ring, that my Dad gave it to her. Danny and Dylan aren't married yet, and she said she really hoped we would get married so you could have it..."

Courtney felt the tears brimming her eyes as Duncan told her that. She lightly grinned, wiping the tears away.

"Don't cry, Court," he softly said, frowning softly. "I just thought, y'know..." He shrugged. "I just thought if while we play along, trying to decide what to really do, you could wear it... you don't even have to wear it on your ring finger if you don't want to..."

She smiled at Duncan and reached over, grabbing his hands in hers, giving them a squeeze. "I love it. Of course I'll wear it."

He grinned. "Cool."

She grabbed the case once more. She carefully took the ring out and look at it closely. The band was silver, with diamonds alined on the sides. A bigger diamond was set in the middle, at the top.

"18 karat, French cut, pave set diamonds," Duncan informed her.

"I bet you didn't know that until your Mom told you," she teased, placing the ring on her left ring finger. She held out her hand in front of her, admiring the sight.

"You bet," he murmured, resting his head on his hand, admiring her even more as she took in the view of the ring on her finger. "You really like it, huh?"

"Oh, I love it!" she gushed, clasping her hands together, a wide smile on her face.

He grinned. "Good. Mom will be super happy to hear that. She thought you would think it would be too plain or someting..."

She softly smiled. "Nah. It's not that plain." She then raised her right hand and adored the ring that laid on her right ring finger. It was a promise ring that Duncan gave to her on her 18th birthday. It was truly one of his sweetest and romantic moments, and she only told a few people what he really said. He hoped that they would stay together forever, and even if he didn't, that she would promise to stay herself and never change, not for anybody, including him. It was a 10 karat white gold ring with a round diamond arrow tip shooting through the center of a round diamond-accented heart.

"Aah, still wearing that old thing, I see," Duncan murmured, glancing over at the ring.

"Of course I am!" she defended, folding her arms. "It's simply beautiful and amazing."

"Aah, so you like it better than your 'engagement' ring?" he teased, also folding his arms.

She huffed. "I love both. I love this 'engagement' ring because it was your Mom's, and it's obviously now become a family heirloom, but, yes, it's simple, but it's got such an elegance and beauty to it..." she said, glancing at the ring. "And then I love the promise ring so much. Duncan, you know how much it means to me."

He nodded. "And you know how much you mean to me."

She smiled softly as she looked at him. "Hopeless romantic."

He glared at her before glancing at his watch. "Shouldn't you be going back to work now?"

She looked at her watch and gasped. "Shit!"

"I know how loud you can get, but you shouldn't say words like that too loudly..."

She smacked his arm. "Jerk."

He scoffed at her. "Whatever, babe. Love you, see you tonight."

She smirked at him. "Love you, too, sweetheart. I'll be home around 6:30."

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"So you're engaged?" Bridgette asked. They were sitting at Courtney's kitchen counter. Duncan ended up working a double, and Bridgette wasn't busy that night, so Country invited her best friend over to have a chat. Geoff was also invited, but he was out picking up their pizza.

Courtney shrugged, sighing. "I don't know... he just bursted out that we're engaged, and then his Mom gave him a ring, and he just casually gave it to me..."

"Sounds like you're engaged," Bridgette said, smirking.

"But... neither of us really proposed! He didn't ask me anything, I didn't ask him anything..."

"Well, he gave you a ring," Bridgette pointed out. "That's got to count for something."

Courtney sighed once more. "I don't know, Bridge... we both said years ago, we don't need to get married."

"Well, if you two said that and you're both still playing along, it sounds like maybe you two want to get married..." Bridgette shrugged.

Courtney just sat there, thinking. Do we want to get married? she asked herself, frowning slightly.

Suddenly, Geoff entered the apartment. "Got our grub, party people!" he excitedly said as he entered the apartment. "Got our pizza, plus some wings, some drinks, some chips... the works!"

"Yeah, yeah, you got enough grub to feed a party of at least a hundred people..."

Courtney and Bridgette glanced towards the door and saw Duncan walking in, holding a couple of pizzas and some other things.

"OH MY GOD!" Geoff said suddenly, grabbing Courtney's left hand. "MOCHA! WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?!"

"Geoff, you don't have to be so loud," Bridgette muttered as Duncan chuckled.

"A couple of weeks ago..." Courtney muttered.

"Man, I am so glad we're partying tonight!" Geoff exclaimed, picking up Courtney and hugging her. "This is so a cause for celebration!"

Courtney giggled, returning the hug the best she could. "Thanks, Geoff."

Geoff gave her a big kiss on the cheek before putting her down. He started organizing all the food, placing the various foods with each other. "Let's see..." he started. "Got all the pizza over here, and here are the wings, and here are the chips, and..."

"Got the drinks right here," Duncan said, grabbing a couple of beers out of the fridge and tossing one to Geoff.

"Yes!" Geoff exclaimed. "You got the good stuff!"

"Eh, you were raving about how great it was, so I decided to try it out," Duncan said, shrugging. "I'll admit, it is pretty good." He looked at Bridgette and Courtney. "You two want some?"

Courtney shook her head. "Maybe later."

Bridgette also shook her head. "No thanks."

Duncan shrugged and shut the fridge, opening his can and drinking some. All of them started getting their food; Duncan and Geoff got the most food, each getting plenty of pizza, chips, and chicken wings. Courtney got some chips and a couple of pizza slices, and Bridgette got a few slices of pizza.

"So, Duncan, you're home early," Courtney said as they sat on the couches in the living room and began to eat.

Duncan nodded. "This new kid forgot to tell the managers he was going to be late. He didn't call to confirm his shift this morning, so they asked me if I would work for him, that's why I thought I wouldn't be home until later. Nope, he shows up and was, like, 'Whoops, I guess I forgot to call'."

"Which job were you at today?" Bridgette asked.

"The convienent store," Duncan said. "I go to the parlor tomorrow." He worked two jobs, one at a convienent store, and the other at a tattoo parlor. His apprenticeship didn't pay much, so he picked up a second job. He had been an apprentice for about two years now, and enjoyed every single day he was there. He and Geoff worked together at the convienent store; Geoff actually recommended Duncan to work there about a year and a half ago.

"Wait, which new guy? Didn't we get, like, three?" Geoff asked.

Duncan shrugged, shoving pizza into his mouth. "I'unno," he muttered.

"Lovely," Courtney muttered.

"So I heard Trent has a gig in town next weekend," Bridgette said.

"Aren't you going out of town next weekend?" Courtney asked Duncan, referring to the out-of-town seminars or conventions that Duncan attended. His mentor, Mike, often went to these, and would bring Duncan along.

Duncan shook his head. "Two weekends." He looked at Bridgette and asked, "Where's his gig at?"

"The Quarter," Bridgette said. She then stood up and said, "I'm going to get something to drink."

"I'll come with you," Geoff said, also standing up.

Together, they walked into the kitchen. Duncan turned around and watched them walk in there. Courtney started at Duncan curiously. "What are you looking at?" she quietly asked.

Duncan stared at them for a few more seconds before shaking his head. He looked at her and asked, "So how was that meeting?"

Courtney let out an airy laugh, shrugging. "Same business as usual. Reviewing cases, new and old. And David talked about a business trip he was going on, so we'll have to shut down the office for a few days..."

"Except for you and a couple of other lucky people," Duncan sarcastically muttered.

"Just for a few hours each day, and we're getting paid extra," Courtney told him. "I could actually work from here, if I wanted to."

"So, Bridge, I want to ask you something," Duncan said as Bridgette and Geoff sat back down.

Bridgette smirked. "Go on."

"How far along are you?"

Everyone in the room gaped at Duncan, who was smirking knowingly at Bridgette. She was silent for a few moments, a small smile on her face, before saying to him, "Seven weeks."

Courtney gasped. "BRIDGETTE!" She put her food down before running over to her best friend and giving her a hug.

"Dude, how did you guess?" Geoff incrediously asked, scooting over so Courtney could sit inbetween himself and Bridgette.

Duncan chuckled. "Well, Bridgette didn't do her 'I'll get my one drink out of the way so nobody will bother me about not drinking' thing, and then you were all over her, touching her stomach and such..."

"Wow, you sure are observant," Bridgette said, smirking.

Within a few hours, Bridgette and Geoff went back home. They helped clean up a bit, and took some leftover food with them. It was around midnight, and Duncan and Courtney were laying on the couch, watching some movie.

"Hey, Duncan?"

"Yeah, babe?"

She sat up slightly, adjusting herself before resting her head on her hands, which were on Duncan's chest. "I'm thinking..."

"Not too much, hopefully..."

She playfully hit his chest. "More than you do."

"Touche, Princess. Continue."

"I think I want a tattoo."

He smirked, resting his hands behind his head. "Another one?"

She nodded. "Yep. Maybe something a little more than this..." she said, holding out her hand to reveal a tiny heart that rested on her wrist. She got it done when she was 19.

He smiled and grabbed her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. "Where are you going to put this one?"

She shrugged, smiling coyly. "You'll just have to wait and see."

"You tease," he murmured, kissing the top of her hand. "I bet it's somewhere scandalous."

"Just a little bit," she said, winking.

He airily chuckled. "When are you thinking of getting it done?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. But..."

"But...?"

"I want you to do it."

He shrugged. "Mike will have to supervise, probably."

"That's fine."

He nodded. "Alright. Just don't scream too much."

She smacked his chest. "Please. This is tiny and barely hurt. You were cringing and and whimpering..."

"Whatever, Court. I was not."

"You were, too."

"Whatever, babe. We'll both get a new tattoo together, then."

"It's a deal."

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