Let's Take a Trip!

A Duncan and Gwen FanFic (Part 7)

Duncan's POV

They said it was a surprise.

"Okay final contestants! We're gonna take a little field trip." Chris grinned as he led us onto a small bus.

Chef grunted when each of us passed him. It was dark because it was eight o'clock and all of us were tired from all the lame challenges Chris had thrown at us.

"Please take your seats and make sure you're all prettied up. You guys are gonna make an entrance!" Chris laughed as he watched Courtney and Heather frantically search their purses for makeup and shit.

It had been a week since the last elimination. A week since Gwen had left. The entire week Courtney had tried to get in my pants or something. She came in after hours with nothing but a robe. But each night ending up outside in the cold. She screamed in frustration a few times but by Friday she had given up. I really couldn't sleep.

So here I am sitting in this smelly bus on my way to who knows where with crazy Courtney and Heather. Streetlights passed us so we were going somewhere with actual people.

"Here we are." Chris stated, scaring the crap out of me. Chris had magically changed into a tux. We, on the other hand, were half asleep and smelled of BO. We stepped out of the bus into an alleyway.

"Right this way." Chris said, and then disappeared.

We walked like idiots onto a live set. We heard Bridgette and Geoff's voices. "And here they are now, Heather, Courtney, and Duncan!" The three of us were pushed onto a brightly lit stage. Surrounding us, were everybody, everyone from this season and last season. I took a seat on the couch and smiled. Where the hell are we Chris? I thought.

"Hey guys! Congratz on making it to the final three!" Bridgette said excitedly.

Then I realized we were on the Aftermath show.

***

They asked tons of ridiculous questions.

"Are you excited about the finals?" Bridgette asked me.

"Dude, and dudettes, there's only one more challenge before it's down the final two. Who do think will be in the final two this season?" Geoff asked.

"Are you three nervous?"

I was sorry to admit it, but I was glad Chris came onstage to announce a commercial break.

The lights were turned down and the twenty of us moved into the break room. I was just about to head for the dessert table when my vision was covered by a pair of hands.

"Guess who?" She giggled.

"Oh I don't know… Gwen?" I pulled her hands from my eyes laughing.

"Long time no see, Duncan."

"It's only been a week you liar." I said. She laughed again, but then she became serious. She gave me that mischievous look. I followed her into a supply closet.

"I missed you." She confessed. I was really confused until she kissed me. It was urgent and sudden. This really wasn't Gwen. This probably is wrong, but hey, why not?

I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer, I was laughing as I did this. Actually both of us were laughing between those kisses. Then we fell.

"Back on in 5 minutes People!" Someone yelled.

"We gotta go." I said in her ear.

"One more kiss," And she found my mouth again.

"4 minutes!" The voice said again.

I heard a door open and I saw a light through my closed eye lids.

"Holy God! What the hell?" I stopped kissing her and looked up. I realized I was on top of her in that tiny closet. And looking at us was the big guy himself, Owen. "What are you guys doing???? We're starting any minute and…" He started cracking up, "…and you're making out? Oh god, this is priceless," he cleared his throat, "I mean," He tried to sound serious but he took a deep breath and just started hysterically laughing. "You guys crack me up!" He shut the door on my nose and I heard him laughing the way down the hallway.

"Close one." I whispered to Gwen. "Now let's go before anyone decides to open any more closet doors." I helped her up and she walked out of the door while I waited in the corner.

"Cameras roll in 2 minutes!"

I waited a few more seconds and darted out of the closet to find a bathroom. I went into a bathroom and stared at the mirror. At the corner of my mouth there was a little of Gwen's lipstick and my mohawk was ruffed up a bit. As I was washing off the lipstick stain, Trent walked in.

"You know we're starting any minute, right?" He said.

I looked at him, "Yup."

"I know they've already asked you guys this, but are you nervous at all? You know, with the finals coming up?" He looked like he cared a bit so I explained.

"Not really. I would wanna win though. I could get myself out of juvie with all the money. I could find a job. I could finish high school,"

"Wait, you'd go back to school?" He sounded surprised.

"What? Just because I'm a juvenile delinquent doesn't mean I don't wanna job or a life, you know." I rolled my eyes and tried to fix my mohawk.

The door opened and Geoff stood there. "C'mon guys, we're starting again!" He left and Trent and I followed. The lights brightened and the audience screamed.

Geoff slided into his seat next to Bridgette, "And we're back!"

"So, Courtney…" I zoned out and just watched Gwen. She had fixed her hair and was sitting next to Leshawna. Damn did I love that girl. But why couldn't I admit that to her? I wasn't right for her.

"And Duncan, you did really well in those challenges. Tell us, how will you prepare for the finals?" I shook my head a few times and snapped back to reality.

"Well, I really don't know, Bridgette. Nobody can really tell what Chris will make you do to win. He has a messed up mind." The audience laughed and I could just image Chris' face back stage. I glanced at Gwen, who was laughing too.

"Ok so, Duncan, if you won what would you do with the money?"

"I guess I would use the money to get out of Juvie."

"That's all?"

"And I would ask Gwen to go on a date with me." I said. Shit. My brain was fried.