Disclaimer: I do not own the Total Drama series or anything else copyrighted.

A/N: Whoopsie! I'm so sorry about not updating in well over a month. As I said in TFE, I just got a new job, which means I'm working A LOT. That, and I had a horrible writers block for this. Things are picking up, though, so hopefully I'll be able to update this and the sequel to TFE more periodically! And thank you for the reviews, but more would be great as well. Remember, if you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them! And make sure to catch the finale of Total Drama Action (or at least the little piece that connects Total Drama Action and Total Drama World Tour) tomorrow!

"DUNCAN!"

Duncan chuckled, glancing down at Courtney through his window. She was walking up to his house, texting on her phone. He had a snowball hidden in his windowsill and decided to throw it at her while she wasn't looking.

"You made me drop my phone!"

"Oh, boo hoo. Did I break it?"

Courtney sighed, picking up her phone. It was still on, and there weren't any noticeable scratches on it. "No..."

"Well, then stop your complaining."

She glowered at him, hands on her hips as she stared up at him. "Why did you have a snowball up there, anyway?"

"There's snow on my windowsill, babe."

"And you decided to throw it at me?"

"Not necessarily. I was going to throw it at whoever walked by, and well...." While he was talking to her, he saw his cousin, Brian, sneaking up behind her. He knew his cousin didn't see anything that had just happened - they would have both heard his laughter. He noticed Courtney couldn't tell his cousin she was sneaking up on him, so he continued to talk to her. "What, you don't like snowball fights, babe?"

"This is not a snowball fight."

"That's what you think."

She raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a challenging look on her face. "Excuse me?"

Before he could answer, his cousin threw a rather large snowball at the back of her head. She gasped after letting out a screech, sending Duncan and Brian into fits of laughter. Courtney glowered at Brian, her face incredibly red, before she quickly turned to Duncan. Pointing at him, she said, "You caused all of this!"

"Oh... no, babe... I didn't do anything," Duncan said, continuing to chuckle while talking to her.

"What, did he throw a snowball at you, too?" Brian asked, still grinning.

"She thinks we coordinated a double-attack on her," Duncan said, smirking.

"Why did you throw such a big snowball at my head?!" Courtney snapped, turning to Brian.

Duncan chuckled once more before throwing on a jacket and a pair of shoes. He headed out of his room and downstairs before heading outside, where he saw Courtney pelting Brian with snowballs. He chuckled, sitting down on the top step and watching two of his favorite people continue to throw snow at each other. After a few minutes, Brian fell down in defeat and just sat there and tried to protect his face as Courtney continued to throw snow at him.

"Court!" Duncan called out. "You're gonna kill him!"

Courtney was startled to hear Duncan so close. She quickly turned around and glared at him. "He threw a huge snowball at the back of my head!"

"Blah, blah, blah," Duncan muttered, standing up. He brushed the snow off of him before walking over to her. "Did you miss me, babe?"

"It's been three days since I last saw you," Courtney muttered, rolling her eyes.

"I'll take that as an, 'Of course, Duncan!'."

"You're so egotistical."

"I know."

Courtney sighed, shaking her head, a smile finally emerging on her lips. Suddenly, she sneezed. Glaring at Duncan, she said, "You got me sick!"

"Gosh, way to put the blame on me today."

"Can we please go inside?!"

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"Did you have a good nap, sweetie?" Duncan's Mom smiled as her son slid into the kitchen. He was almost literally sliding, for his feet barely lifted above the ground as he walked.

Duncan plopped into a chair and muttered, "Wha'time is it?"

"It's almost 8:30."

Duncan nodded, running a hand through his hair. "I slept for four hours."

His Mom nodded. "I came upstairs to get you two for dinner, but I couldn't wake you two up. You two were passed out."

Duncan smiled softly. Him and Courtney didn't fool around - there were too many people at his house - but after "playing" in the snow, they headed upstairs. They barely talked to each other after five minutes, and he doesn't remember anything between that point and waking up. Courtney was passed out, too, and he was secretly hoping she fell asleep before he did. "You couldn't or wouldn't wake us up?" he teased, smirking at his Mom.

She rolled her eyes, standing up and walking over to the fridge. "I didn't want to disturb you two. Are you hungry or thirsty?"

"Some juice would be nice."

His Mom poured a glass of orange juice for him and handed it to him. "Is Courtney alright?" she asked, sitting back down at the table.

Duncan thought for a moment as he drank his juice. "What do you mean?"

"She seems a bit..." His Mom paused, thinking of the right word to say. "...down."

Duncan pursed his lips. He knew Courtney had just gotten done with her exams the day prior, and had come a few days before that to get some help studying. "Well, you know all those classes she takes in school... She just got done taking exams for them, so..." He shrugged.

His Mom shrugged as well, but nodded in understanding. "That is true. She's such a hard worker."

Duncan nodded, leaning back in his chair. "Do you mind if she spends the night here again?"

"Not at all. But you know the drill - door open, or one of you sleeps in the guest room."

Her son nodded and stretched as the phone began to ring. She got up and murmured, "Who could be calling this late...?"

He continued to sit at the table, still half-asleep. His mind was blank and empty for a few moments before he heard his Mom say, "Well, she's currently upstairs asleep..."

"Ma," he muttered.

She turned around, raising her eyebrows at him.

"Who's that?" he quietly questioned.

"Courtney's parents," she mouthed.

He raised an eyebrow before shrugging. He then remembered that a few weeks ago, she asked him for his parents numbers. He thought she was asking for it in case she couldn't reach him, but realized it was for both that and in case her parents couldn't reach her while they were together.

"Duncan's right here next to me..." His Mom leaned against the counter, an amused smirk on her face. "I keep a good eye on them while they're together here. They're such good children."

Duncan rolled his eyes, an amused smirk now on his face. If only she, and the rest of his family, knew about the stuff they did while at his house.

"I'll let her know that you called-" His Mom laughed. "She'll probably find out before I tell her, then... It was nice talking to you, too... You, too. Good-bye."

"Why'd they call?" Duncan asked.

"Oh, her Mom was worried because Courtney hadn't returned any of her calls," his Mom informed him.

"She turned off her phone."

"You should probably wake her up and tell her to call her parents."

Duncan shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "It's like you said, she'll find out..."

"Duncan..."

Sighing, he stood up and headed back upstairs. He was about to knock on the door when he heard her muffled voice talking. He slowly opened the door and saw her huddled under the covers, talking into her phone. She had been under those covers since she got inside, claiming she was incredibly cold. He sat down at his desk, giving her a small smile when she tiredly smiled at him.

"No, his Mom doesn't mind..." Courtney muttered into her phone. "Hmm... I'll be home before dinner tomorrow... Okay. I love you, too, Mom. Bye."

"Your Mom called my Mom."

Courtney let out a laugh, shaking her head. "I know. I turned on my phone and listened to both voicemails before she called."

"So, you're staying the night?" he asked, getting out of his chair and walking over to his bed. He sat down, placing his hands behind his head.

She nodded, rolling onto her stomach and looking up at him, smiling. She rested the side of her head on her crossed arms.

"Ma said the funniest thing about us," he said, reaching over and grabbing one of her hands.

"And what was that?" she softly asked.

"She said we were good kids."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "What are you implying?"

"Well, she said she watches us when we're together here, and that we were good kids."

She smiled, rolling her eyes. "It's not like we do anything behind their backs."

"Eh, I wouldn't say that. We just wait 'til they're asleep to do anything." He chuckled when she turned dark red and hid slightly under the covers. Suddenly, a knock was heard, and both teens turned to the door.

"Oh, sweetie, are you cold?" his Mom asked, walking over to her son's bed.

"What are those?" Duncan immediately asked, referring to the books his Mom held.

"Oh, just some old photo albums from when you were little," his Mom said, smiling as she put them on the bed. She turned to Courtney and asked, "Are you alright?"

Courtney nodded, sitting up and removing the covers slightly. "I'm fine, thank you."

"Oh, you're so polite!" his Mom said, smiling, before adding, "These pictures are from when Duncan was tiny... Well, these are from when he was little, and these are a bit more recent..." she said, pointing at the two books.

Courtney smiled, leaning forward and gingerly holding the first photo album.

"Are there really only pictures of me in there?!" Duncan asked, mostly whining, but slightly upset as well.

His Mom laughed. "Sweetie, you know how many pictures your Father and I take. Yes, these are mostly you."

Duncan groaned and Courtney giggled, opening the cover of the book. She beamed as she stared at a picture of Duncan as a child, wickedly grinning at the camera.

His Mom smiled and said, "I'll leave you two alone. Do you two need anything?" She quietly exited the room when the two teens shook their heads.

"Duncan, you are adorable!" Courtney gushed, looking through the photos.

Duncan groaned, burying his head in Courtney's hair. Suddenly, the overwhelming scent of hair-dye hit his nostrils. "Babe, did you do something to your hair?"

"Hmm?" she suddenly asked, turning and looking up at him.

"Your hair. It reeks of hair-dye."

She rolled her eyes. "I got my hair done today."

He took a good look at her hair and noticed that her bangs were a bit thicker, and weren't just a few strands hanging in front of her face. Her hair was more evenly cut around her shoulders. Her hair was also a darker color. Instead of highlights streaked through her hair, her hair was now just one color - dark brown. He grinned and said, "Babe, did you get your hair done?"

She smirked, narrowing her eyes at him. "I'm so glad you noticed, honey."

"Why'd you color your hair?"

"I didn't."

"Your hair was a different color a few days ago."

"I went back to my natural hair color."

He looked at her. The darker color actually suited her very well. It brought out her skin tone and eye color quite a bit. "I like it," he told her.

She smiled, her eyes lighting up. "Thanks." She then reached up and ran her hand through his now slightly messy mohawk. "How often do you dye your hair?"

"Oh, whenever. Why?"

"It always looks so well-done."

"Why, thank you. I'll let you in on a little secret, though." When she leaned up close to him, he whispered into her ear, "I've been thinking of cutting it off."

She quietly gasped, her eyes wide. "Seriously?"

He nodded, not phased by her reaction. "I'm dead serious."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "Change."

"Why don't you do it another color?"

He smirked, and caused her to blush when he said, "You like the 'hawk..."

She shrugged. "I'm just used to it, that's all," she quietly said, returning her attention to the photo album. "You're such a Momma's Boy," she murmured, referring to the amount of pictures of him and his Mom.

He shrugged, wrapping his arms around her torso as he peered at the album from over her shoulder. "I love my Ma," he murmured.

She smiled, snuggling the side of her head against his. "I can tell."

"Doesn't mean she isn't strict, though. She's a police officer, and well..." He sighed.

She frowned slightly. "What's wrong?"

"You know I've gone to Juvie..."

"How many times did you go?"

"Twice. Almost three times." He let out a few chuckles and said, "It's funny - there's me, Mister Juvie, and there's you, Miss Almost Perfect, Straight-A, CIT..."

She frowned slightly. It sounded like he was casually talking to himself. But she had to admit - she never would have guessed she would ever fall in love with someone like Duncan, and knew he felt the same exact way. She sighed and let out sigh and said, "You're not ashamed, are you?"

He shook her head, giving her temple a kiss. "Of course not." He let out a chuckle before quietly admitting, "You're one of the best things to happen to me, Courtney."

She smiled, resting her arms on top of his. "Same goes for you, Duncan."

He let out a chuckle as Courtney yawned. "Is this making you tired?"

"Oh, hush. I barely slept this past week."

"What about last night?" he asked, for he knew it was her final day of exams.

"I was at a party until Midnight, and then Mom woke me up early."

"Why did she wake you up early?"

"To ask if I wanted to go to the salon with her."

He nodded. He glanced over at his clock, which read 9:15PM. "You ready for bed or you want to continue to look at pictures?"

She pursed her lips before shutting the book and placing both of them on the floor next to his bed. "Let's go to bed. I won't be as tired looking at them tomorrow."

He laughed before standing up. He quicky took off his shirt and tossed it aside before asking, "Did you bring some clothes?"

"Yep," she said, getting up and grabbing a small bag that was on the floor. She grabbed her pajamas out of there before walking into the bathroom to change.

"Babe, I don't mind you changing in front of me," Duncan said, shutting his bedroom door so he could change.

"As if," she said, opening the door.

"So it's okay for you to barge in here while I change?" he asked, smirking at her.

She rolled her eyes, placing her clothes into the bag. "You were finished."

"And if I wasn't?"

"I don't think you would have cared that much, Duncan."