Duncan stared at his computer screen, waiting for something to happen. But nothing did, glancing at the clock he read the time. 1:39 AM. The reunion was today but he wasn't looking forward to it. Not even thoughts of torturing Harold could bring a smile to his face. Courtney hadn't contacted him since their last little chat on MySpace. He had tried to send her a message but it kept telling him she had blocked him. Sighing he got up and walked towards his bed. Lying down he started at the ceiling, he had decided it was time to get some sleep. Suddenly tapping noise came from his window. Cursing he got up, he already knew who it was. He looked through the window, and sure enough Logan's face peered back at him. Cursing he unlocked the window and opened it, Logan clambered in carrying his skateboard.
"Dude, you locked your window!" Logan said.
"Well yeah, that's what most people do in order to keep weirdos out. And yet you still managed to get in."
"That's uncalled for, and besides you let me in. Are your parent's home?" Logan asked.
"Nope, they said they we're going somewhere or other. I'm guessing your going to raid the kitchen?" Duncan asked, grinning.
"Of course! What else are best friends for? You want anything?"
"Best friends are for listening to problems, creating laughter, and sharing their lunch. And sure get me a sundae." Duncan recited.
"How about I make you the sundae, and we'll just forget that other stuff?" Logan smiled before walking into the hallway, still carrying his skateboard. I waited a minute and then followed him. Walking into the kitchen I saw Logan rummaging through the freezer.
"Dude, you've got a ton of beer in the fridge! It's practically begging to be drunk!" Logan said.
Dude that's my dad's, stay out of it. Besides assuming your still going to the reunion with me, then neither of us can afford a hangover."
"Yes, I'm still going, and they make pills to help with hangover ya know." Logan replied.
"Pain killers don't always work ya know. Come on get the ice cream and lets head back upstairs." Duncan said.
"Fine, spoil sport." Logan mumbled.
"Jerk." Duncan retorted.
"Butthole." Logan smirked.
"At least I'm nice." Duncan replied.
"Uh huh, sure you are. So only about ten more hours 'til you see that girl again. What's her name? Corri, Kerri, Carly, Cara? Something like that."
"Her names Courtney, dude you weren't even close."
"Yeah I was, all those names I listed began with a c." Logan said, sticking his tongue out at Duncan.
"Kerri?" Duncan said, smirking.
"Shut up, anyways, are you excited that you're going to see her?" Logan asked.
"She's been ignoring me dude." Duncan said sadly.
"How do you know? Maybe she's been really busy and doesn't have time to respond." Logan suggested.
"That might have been true if she hadn't blocked me." Duncan said.
"Oh."
"Maybe I should just give up, it's obvious she doesn't like me." Said Duncan.
"Dude, you did not just say that. I didn't listen to you whine and moan for the past month about not being able to see this girl, just for you to give up. You never give up, especially when it comes to girls. Any girl would be lucky to have you, now you are going to go to that reunion tomorrow, you are going to make this girl like you, and you are going to be happy. Got that?" Logan demanded. Duncan just nodded his head. "Now lay down, it's game time in like nine or ten hours, and you need your sleep." Duncan laid down on his bed, while Logan turned off the light.
Eight hours later…
"Logan wake up we've got an hour before we board the plane." Duncan said, sleepily.
"Five more minutes." Logan muttered before rolling onto his side and falling asleep once more.
"No more minutes wake up now." Duncan demanded, lightly kicking Logan in the ribs. Logan rubbed his eyes and sat up.
"I hate mornings." Logan mumbled.
"Doesn't everyone? Did you bring clothes or do you need to borrow some?" Duncan asked.
"Last time I borrowed your clothes I found a stick of rotten gum and a sunflower seed in the pocket. I brought my own." Logan replied.
"A simple "I brought my clothes" would've sufficed." Duncan said.
"I brought my clothes, thank you very much." Logan said, then grabbed a gym bag off the floor and walked into the bathroom. Duncan walked over to his dresser and pulled out some clothes, a white wife beater, a black hoodie, and baggy jeans. Slipping them on he shoved his feet into his usual red converses and looked in the mirror. He didn't look that bad, in his opinion, rubbing his hand though his now black hair, he sighed. He had shaved his Mohawk off for a bet. Now his hair was all black and kind of shaggy. He cleaned his piercings and sat on the bed, waiting for Logan. Ten minutes later Logan walked out of the bathroom. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a red t-shirt, black jacket, and black and white vans.
"What took so long dude, I've been waiting for like ever." Duncan said.
"Sorry, had to straighten my hair." Logan replied.
"Ready? Lets go!" Duncan said.
"I'm driving. We can't afford to crash if you're going to woo this girl of yours." Logan stated.
"Ouch, that hurt. I am a great driver thank you very much." Duncan replied.
"Yeah sure, tell that to the cop who pulled you over last time because you left your right turn signal on. And that dog you almost ran over. And tha-" Duncan stopped Logan mid-sentence.
"You're right, I get it. Enough with the examples lets just go." Duncan said. They walked out to the car and got in.
A car ride and plane trip later, Duncan and Logan stepped off the plane. Looking around he saw a shuttle bus with a crappy banner hung on it saying, Camp Wawanakwa. Elbowing Logan he pointed to the bus and they both walked towards it.. Opening the back door he clambered inside with Logan close behind him. Chef Hatchet was looking at them in the rearward mirror. Stepping on the gas peddle they zoomed off towards the docks.
Once they got there they climbed out of the bus. Chef turned the engine off and got out. Walking up behind Duncan and Logan he clapped them on the back and said, "Look familiar?" Duncan looked closely and saw that it was the same exact boat that he had ridden when he first came to Total Drama Island.
"What did Chris use the budget for this thing on hare care products." He commented.
"Huh? What?" Logan said.
"Bring your slow friend and get on board. We're already late." Chef barked.
"Got it sir!" Duncan mockingly saluted Chef. Chef growled, then proceeded to get on the boat. Duncan grabbed Logan's arm and pulled him onto the boat too. The boat sputtered to life and they took off.
A/N: Read, review. Please don't hate. I know it took forever to write so little but I've been preoccupied.