Cody threw a Frisbee to Tyler, in an attempt to hang out with someone other than Courtney. Tyler caught it but then ran into a lamppost. Cody rolled his eyes, remembering why he doesn't hang out with Tyler more often. Eva was in the weight room, blowing off steam from her being eliminated a few days earlier. Trent came down from his room after coming to the resort the night before. Courtney was lying on her chair, listening to music as usual, and holding the skull. Cody looked at her and thought about how peaceful she looked. He was interrupted by Noah staring at him with a smile. Cody picked up the Frisbee and walked back into the hotel. He went up to his room and laid on his bed. He thought about the past two weeks with Courtney, and he thought about the time he spent with Gwen on the island. "Gwen is like a goddess, she's independent and artistic and hot!" he said to himself, "but Courtney is…..she can be mean and bossy, but when she's vulnerable she's is one of the sweetest and nicest people I've ever met. I guess that's why Duncan's crazy about her. Gwen is amazing but Courtney is……" he groaned and rolled over into a pillow. "God Cody how do you get yourself into these situations, why can't I like a girl that likes you back!" Cody walked over to the window and looked out at everyone down below. He saw her, next to Trent, "god what's up with that guy! he's like the anti-me (as Noah would put it,) he's everything that I'm not, him and Duncan!" he watched as she laid there in the sun, her caramel skin glowing, "Cody geez, c'mon! I don't like her, I can't..." he kept telling himself. "He kept watching her, even if his head told him not to. He thought about how much time they had spent together while here. He thought about the fun they had, and the butterflies he had whenever she smile, her face would glow when she smiled. "Duncan's gonna kill you Code, "he chuckled to himself. Trent was sitting there playing his guitar, talking to Courtney. "Great, he's gonna take one of my only girl-friends too, jeez why does he have to be so, uh like, girl attracting type of person- guys" Cody said awkwardly with a scowl...

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Trent strummed his guitar, trying to tune it. Courtney stared at him playing, watching his extreme concentration with a confused look.

"I don't get why you're so clingy with that thing," Courtney said pointing to the guitar.

"It's not a thing," Trent replied still looking at the strings, "It's a her."

"Uh no, it's a guitar!"

"It's a her! Charleene actually," he said smiling to the guitar.

"Charleene? You named it?!?"

"God for the last time it's a her!!!! And yes, all great guitarists name their guitars." He said snuggling his precious Charleene. She gave him a disturbed look.

"Does Gwen know you're crazy?" she said raising her eyebrow.

"I'm not crazy, just passionate. And what about you? Ever since I got here you've been clinging to whatever that thing is in your hand." He pointed to the skull in Courtney's hand. She forgot she was still holding it, it a become a habit...

"It's none of you business," she said smugly.

"Courtney it's not like it's a secret! Just show him the damn skull" Noah yelled from a chair away from the two. They both looked at him, "what, you act like no one can hear you.

"Um nobody asked for you opinion, we never do!" she yelled to the sarcastic bookworm.

"Psh whatever!" Noah replied.

The two looked at each other in confusion.

"Is he always like that?" Trent asked.

"Yea, pretty much, sometimes worse." She replied.

"I can still hear you!" Noah yelled.

"Yet again, not your conversation!" she yelled/

"Wanna go somewhere else, like somewhere away from Mr. Cynical." Trent asked.

"Defiantly, "the two walked away.

"Remember that you're stalking Duncan, Courtney!" Noah snickered as the two walked to the hotel.

"Remember that no one asked for your opinion, Perez!" she yelled back. Noah scowled and went back to reading. "Mhmmm Hemmingway, my favorite," Noah thought to himself and smiled.

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Cody watched in horror as Trent and Courtney walked into the hotel. He knew he had to do something, for nothing else but for Gwen's sake. He ran out of the room and ran to the elevator. "Crap it's on the first floor!" he stood there impatiently for the elevator. The doors opened and Trent and Courtney stood there looking confused.

"Cody?" Courtney asked.

"Sooo guys whatcha up to?" Cody asked suspiciously.

"Nothing, we were talking downstairs and Noah kept interrupting, so we're gonna go hang out in my room." Courtney replied still with a weird look on her face. "Why?'

"Oh nothing, just ya know, saying hi," Cody replied glaring at Trent.

"Uh okay, hi Cody?" Courtney said awkwardly. She gave her room key to Trent, "here, I'll be back, just go ahead into my room." She grabbed the small boy's arm and dragged him down the hall. "What the hell is you're problem!" she yelled at him in a whisper.

"I-I just wanted to make sure y-you were okay," He replied sheepishly.

"What the hell! You haven't talked to me in four days, you've been practically ignoring me, and now your interested in my well being as soon as I find someone else to talk to being that you're giving me the silent treatment!" she yelled.

"Well I'm just worried that you might do something you could regret." He replied quietly. She looked at him with a confused look, then her eyes widened when she realized what he was getting at.

"You asshole!" she yelled and hit his shoulder.

"Owwww, what?"

"You think I'm gonna cheat on Duncan didn't you?!?"

"No-no I didn't say that" he replied

"But you implied it! What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"It's not you Courtney, it's Trent, and you know I have issues with him,"

"So? How does that have anything to do with me? He likes Gwen!"

"You and I both saw the episode! He has issues, you saw him kiss heather!"

"Heather kissed him! She's evil!"

"I still don't trust him!"

"Do you not trust me?!?"

"No I do, I just, God Courtney!"

"I'm just gonna go,"

"no- Courtney!" she began to walk away and he grabbed her wrist and kissed her. She widened her eyes in horror and pushed him away.

"Uh, yea I'm just, yea" she ran off and ran to her room and got in and slammed the door.

"Courtney Wait! No I'm sorry I didn't mean to do that!" Cody yelled and slammed his head against the wall, "ow, god Cody you're so stupid!" he walked back to his room and collapsed on his bed.

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Courtney leaded against her door and gasped for air. She sank to the floor and hid her head.

"Uh, you okay?" she looked up and remembered Trent was waiting for her.

"Oh, yea, I just, I'll be right back." She ran into the bathroom. She turned on the water and splashed cold water on her face. "Okay Court, it's fine, it's just Cody, and even if he was serious, then I just, won't talk to him" she said as she dried her face and looked at herself in the mirror. "She looked at the skull and smiled, "ha-ha, maybe he'll stop stalking me now." She felt a warm feeling as she saw the wooden face in her hand. She was surprising calm, normally she would have been freaking out, but the thought of Duncan made her calm. She walked out of the bathroom calm and collected She saw Trent's confused face, "I just saw a plate of green jelly on the room service cart, it really freaked me out you know?"

"Ha-ha yea you okay?"

She looked at the skull again and smiled, "yea, I'm fine, just fine."

Trent noticed how the thing calmed her down, "sooo what is that thing anyway, will it calm me down if I see a mime?" he chucked.

"Ha-ha probably not," she tossed it to him as she sat on her bed.

"Uh a skull? Not really a peaceful symbol." He said looking at it, and sat across form her on the bed.

"It's not the actual skull, it has sentimental value," she said with a smile, "Duncan carved it for me and gave it to me when I left,"

"Ahhh that makes sense."

"Yea, I guess, people think I'm weird for always carrying around." She said with her eyes down.

"It's not weird, the things we love we hold close, like me and my guitar." He said with a smile. "That skull represents Duncan, you keep it close because you miss him and it's a way to feel close to him."

"That's really sweet, but you don't see you carrying around a picture of Gwen, it's not like you're obsessing over her." She said lifting her eyes.

"Wanna bet?" he grabbed Charleene and began playing a song.

"wait- I know that, that's Gwen's song, you wrote for her!" she said

"Mhmn, I play it before bed and every time I wake up. I get a good feeling and I remember her smile, it starts my day and ends it." He said with a smile. "It's not weird; it just means you really care about him."

"Just like Cody and Gwen's bra," she mumbled.

"Huh?"

"Nothing!" she squeaked. He shrugged and put his guitar away. "You really give good advice, it's like insightful and almost poetic," she said.

"Yea, it comes with being the mysterious musician dude," he said with a smile.

"Ha-ha I wish I could be like that, I suck at being poetic and all that weird artsy stuff, I suck at English. That's why I like math, specific rules on how to find the answer, and only one right answer." She said with a smile.

"Wow that's, uh depressing. I hate math, I'd rather write or read than solve an equation, any day." He replied.

"Whatever, I prefer math, it makes sense to me. Doesn't change, it's reliable, you know you can get the right answer."

"Exactly! It's boring, and impersonal, what you turn in is the same as everyone else. There's no room for individuality." He said.

"Okay, but if you write something you can never be sure if you are thinking what the author wants you to think. You can't be sure if you're right."

"Some things are more important than being right all the time."

"That's, that's, uh well that's crazy, are you saying you don't like being right?"

"Well I think it's overrated to think that all the time. That kind of thinking is was causes wars, when you only think about what you think and roving your point you miss out on other ideas, you become close minded."

"But if you don't have an opinion, you become too open minded and have nothing to stand for."

"Wow, this is interesting, us debating on the all around question, are we really that bored?" he said with a smile.

"Wow I didn't realize how far we deviated from our original conversation. It's funny isn't it?" she replied with a smile.

"Yea it is, hey what time it is?"

"Uh, oh god it's like six, wanna go downstairs, everyone's probably looking for us."

"Um not really, they kinda freak me out after a while."

"Ha-ha, okay then. Whatcha wanna do?"

"We could watch a movie?"

"Cool, whatcha wanna watch?"

"I dunno; let's look on the movie channel." Courtney grabbed the remote to her TV and Trent sat next to her on the bed. She flipped through the movies and found one that looked good. "You like The Dark Night?"

"Yes! I love that movie! Go batman!" he said with a smile. She turned it on and the two friends watched on her bed.

About an hour passed when Courtney said "Duncan would probably hate watching this, he's really into those really intense horror movies."

"Yea, same with Gwen isn't funny how alike they are." The both widened their eyes and looked at each other, "you don't think they would..."

"Of course not! They like us, right?"

"Right, right, and Duncan's not Gwen's type, he's too you know." He chuckled.

'Excuse me! He's too what?" she glared at him.

"Nothing he's just not really that artsy like me and Gwen are, we connect y'know?"

"Me and Duncan connect!" she said as she scrunched her eyebrows.

"Yea I know, just in a different way, opposites attract right?"

"Whatever, lets just watch the movie!" she pouted.

"Hey there's nothing wrong with that, the way you two interact is totally different than anyone I have ever seen, its suprising, but it works! Like French fries dipped in chocolate milkshake, looks weird, but surprisingly delicious!" he said with a smile.

"Eww that sounds gross," she said with a disgusted look.

"You haven't tasted it before? Fine, then tomorrow you're gonna try it, I'll make you."

"Whatever" she giggled, and the two went back to their movie.

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Bridgette knocked on Courtney's door,. She got there last night and really needed someone to talk to. Courtney opened the door wearing her normal clothes but looked like she just got up.

"Huh? Oh Bridgette! I'm soo glad you're here, well okay I'm sorry you got kicked off! But uh…"she stammered.

"Ha-ha it's fine Court, I missed you too!" the two hugged.

"Eww why do you smell like tomato, and what's up with your hair, it's like reddish?" she asked as she pinched her nose.

"Ha-ha got skunk sprayed yesterday, long story. I had to take a tomato bath last night, and it stained my hair a little." Bridgette replied.

"Oh here come in," Courtney gestured to her room. It was pretty tidy except an unmade bed and a corpse lying on the floor with a pillow. "Oh forgot about him." She nudged the body with her foot. "Trent, wake up!"

"Huh! Oh wait where am I ?"

"Still in my room from last night," Courtney sighed.

"Oh, sorry, fell asleep ya know?" Trent said rubbing his eyes.

"Yea, I did too, you better go before anyone else notices." Courtney said looking at the clock.

"Oh hi bridge, what's up" he said with a smile as her got up. He threw the pillow back on Courtney's bed, and grabbed his guitar and walked to the door. "Had fun last night Court, we gotta do it again. See ya! See ya Bridge!" the boy left the room and headed back to his own room.

"Uhh, Courtney, what was that?" Bridgette asked raising her eyebrow.

"We watched a movie last night and we both fell asleep, I'm not sure how he ended up on the floor," she replied, and they both began to laugh.

"Okay then, uh oh right I wanted to talk to you."

"Right," she replied smoothing her clothes and hair then sitting on the bed. Bridgette followed her to the bed and the two began to talk.

"Well I thought that I liked Geoff, but I went to sleep last night and I thought about it, and I'm not sure. Well I know you've been through this, so what do I do?" the blond asked with a confused face.

"Well from my own experience, I discovered the more you think about something as complex as love, you confuse yourself because it's not something you can figure out logically, cause it's not logic. It's just a feeling you have to accept and don't try to reason with it. Just go with your first instinct." Courtney said with a smile.

"Wow that's, deep, almost poetic," Bridgette said with a smile.

"Really? I mean yea." Courtney said with a smile, and Bridgette rolled her eyes.

"Thanks for the advice, I better go now though, gotta get the tomato out!" Bridgette giggled.

"Yea I better shower too! Wanna go out to the pool deck later?"

"Yea it'll give us some time to catch up, later Court!"

"Later bridge!" Courtney stood at her door and watched the blond walk away. Courtney thought about what she said, about her advice being poetic, "looks like a little bit of Trent rubbed off on me," she giggled, and closed the door to take a shower.