CHAPTER 3

When some people love, It's like getting a pupy for the first time. They want the experience to be perfect. This results in them suffocating the puppy. They give it tons of attention expecting nothing but sloppy slobbery kisses in return. The attention they give maybe good or bad, but for them it's how they show their love.

Others never even realize their in love. It's usually not a factor in life for them. When it finally happens, when those wheels start to click, the realization hits them like car crash, and it's too late to reverse. These people do not know how to love. This frightens them, and they usual drive the love right into the ground.

Love is some most people can't do. Most usually deny it. The one harsh truth about love is that you don't get to choose who or when. It chooses you. You've gotta know that it is real. Why would you wan to fight it? He did, and he lost it.

"Princess I..."

"I can't. Not anymore."

"Princess, please don't give up on me. I care about you more than you could think." He wrapped his arms tighter around her hoping that somehow the contact would ignite the same feeling in her that was surging inside him. She shoved him away and leaned on the rail shaking her head. Then she turned her head to him. Looking at his brows drawn, she erupted with laughter.

Duncan was so used to hearing her laugh and thinking it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever hear. Now, it tore something inside him he tried to refuse existed. It was harsh and hit like venom.

"It's what you do. It's who you are. Why... why did I think I could be different? Why did I think you would care?" She choked out still fighting the tears that were hanging on the tips of her waterline. "I'm not upset with you Duncan." She swallowed hard at the sound of his name coming from her lips. Swallowing all of her emotions, she assumed a stoic tone. Even though her eyes were watery, she couldn't let it out. "I'm upset with myself. I'm disgusted with myself, but I'll get over it."

"I don't want you to."

"That's just your ignorance speaking." she scoffed. "You act like you didn't know how much what you did would hurt me, but you did. I get it, though. Tough guys aren't supposed to be afraid." She laughed harshly in his face. "You aren't nearly as tough as you think. I know you better than you know yourself. You're afraid of alot of things, Duncan. You're afraid to love, and you lost the one person who accepted that a long time ago."

"Courtney-" He reached for her but she put her hands up in protest.

"It just kills me how much I still do. I dont want to love you, Duncan, but if I have to force myself not to, I will."

"Princess, I'm sorry I was afraid. I'm not anymore. I want you to know that." Her eyes were still cast down as he spoke. The fact that she didn't even want to look at him hurt. "Court look at me." He was on his knees looking up at her.

"I hate that I love you so much." she whispered as a lone tear traced down her cheeks and fell onto his.

"Me too, you make me do crazy stupid ass things. Remember that time I took out all of my piercings and let you dress me just to meet your parents?"

"Ha, you were grumpy the entire time, but when my mom said you were cute, you blushed like a tomato. Then, my dad said you looked like christmas tree." She burst into a fit of laughter. Some how loosing her balance, she fell into Duncan.

He looked at her shocked face first. Then, he noticed the laughter he loved returned. His lips found hers. She immediately wrapped her arms around his and deepened their kiss. Soon, they were fighting for dominace just as they used to.

She fisted the hair at the back of his head when his tongue slipped into her mouth and his hands grabbed her ass. He felt her moan in his mouth and nearly lost it.

"Hey guys we gotta get to the hotel and-" Trent stopped when he saw the two nearly dry humping on the rail.

"Oh my god!" Courtney pushed Duncan off of her and straightned her clothes. "Right. RIght."

"We have to be up early tomorrow remember?"

"Yes of course!" She nodded. Trent dissapeared back into the loft, and Courtney was about to follow him out until Duncan grabbed her arm. He pulled her to him and dropped a soft peck on her lips. She smiled at him before going inside.

Duncan turned towards the rail. He exhaled deeply and pumped a fist in the air. A stupid lovestruck look washed up on his face as he remembered her laugh, her kisses, her smile. His princess was his, again.

At the hotel

Courtney insisted on they guys being paired in the rooms. She didn't want Geoff tired from him and Bridgette going at it all night.

It was a deluxe with four suites and a common area. Courtney and Bridgette were together in the far left suite, while Alejandro and Heather had the near left suite. Geoff and Duncan shared the far right, and Trent plus DJ had the near right. The rooms were nice. Each had two beds a desk and two wardrobes. The common area in the center had a kitchenette and televsion.

The sounds of Alejandro and Heather's bickering snuck their way into Brigette's room.

"You know they remind me of Mr. and Mrs. Smith." she said fluffing her pillows.

"Yeah Mr. and Mrs. Dead Donkeys." The sound of laughter filled the room as they rolled on their beds and soon floor. Their eyes were slightly tearing up. "You think they'd have great make up sex too?" Bridgette raised an eyebrow to Courtney's question. In seconds, they were flying to the other side of the room placing their ears to the wall. All they could hear was more bickering.

"Maybe that's their form of talking dirty. You and Duncan are like that too." A look of disgust and embarrasment appeared on her face. "You're telling me you and Duncan don't talk dirty?" Courtney tried her best to keep her eyes from giving it away. Needless to say, she failed miserably.

"You and Duncan never had sex!" she screamed in disbelief.

"Can you stop it? Someone's going to hear you." Courtney whispered. Seconds later, the delinquent himself strolled in and plopped on Courtney's bed.

"I heard my name." he grunted setting one of the pilows under his head. Courtney looked at her best friend with a displeased look.

"I was just talking about how you two-" Before she could finish Geoff also walked in. "Shit! Sorry Court."

"Oh no, it's fine. Just spill it out. She was talking about our non existent-"

"Not while Geoff is here." She pushed said man in question out of the room and locked the door. "Your non existent sex life." Courtney's face dropped and Duncan's face turn bright red. "In a honesty this is a surprise because all of the ex-campers had a bet saying that you two would have the hottest sex."

"What?" Courtney screamed.

"Aside from basic make up sex." Bridgette added.

"It's true!" Geoff's muffled voiced sounded from the other side of the door. Courtney threw her hands up in the air when Bridgette wanted to open the door. She letting him sit down on her bed. "It was mostly because of the contrast. Your mocha skin and innocence with his fair skin and pervasion. It's a nice mix."

"So you two haven't..." She asked. Duncan looked at Courtney and reached for her hand bringing her closer to him. She sat on the bed with his arms wrapped around her.

"Nope." He spoke up. "I never wanted to rush princess into anything, so no, we didn't have sex. Now, she knows that's not all I wanted from her, no matter how deliciously curvy that ass is or those lips, thighs, boobs, and-"

"Ok Duncan, we get it." She snapped and snuggled deeper into his chest allowing his warmth to invade her. She couldn't resist the smile that grew across her face when he snaked one arm around her waist and the other was firmly planted on her ass. This was her Duncan and she didn't want him any other way.

The couples drifted to sleep while Heather and Alejandro coninued their... bickering.