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

A/N: Having a day off really pays off! I felt like writing more for this story, and bam... I got a new chapter finished! I definitely need to work on the other stories, haha. Thank you all so much for the reviews! They really do mean a lot! Please, keep it up! Also... some of the facts in this chapter may not be correct. If it is, yay! If not... well, I warned you. Haha. And, there is a flashback in this chapter (a short one, mind you), and that's in italics. Enjoy!

Six weeks is a long time.

Normally, Courtney wouldn't even think about a time period of six weeks. She was often too busy either doing school-related things (homework, planning events, meeting for all of her clubs), working, or hanging out with her friends. The term "boyfriend" would have been included in that list, but she hadn't seen hers for the past six weeks.

Why hasn't the love of her life talked to her? She wasn't even sure why. The last time she saw him was when she thought she was pregnant. The thought of her even thinking she was pregnant always made her uncomfortable, in more ways than imaginable.

Was the thought of her being pregnant too much for him to handle?

Was she just too much to handle?

They had gone longer without talking, but that was before they fell in love with each other and became intimate. They had spent so much time together in the past six months... For them to not spend time with one another after that time together nearly killed her. Well, for the first two weeks, it didn't bother her. The second semester of her Senior year had really began, and she was pre-occupied with that. But, the third week was when she really began to notice his lack of communication. She tried texting and calling him a couple of times, but he never responded.

She suddenly grew depressed during the fourth week. It was upsetting to think about how her boyfriend was suddenly ignoring her. They talked every single day, even it was just a text or two. They shared everything with each other, and both were usually pretty honest when there was something wrong with either of them.

Her friends knew something was up, and they knew it was about Duncan. She had told them, "I'm worried about Duncan. I haven't spoken to him in a while." They didn't bring him up afterward. She knew they were worried he secretly broke up with her. She also knew they wouldn't talk to her about their concerns because of how much she loved him.

The week afterward, she decided to see how he was doing by checking his Facebook. He was usually on that site a couple of times per day, so she was hoping to find out how he was doing then. He hadn't updated since a few days after they last hung out.

She started freaking out after looking at his Facebook. She immediately thought he had died, so she had locked herself in her room for a few hours, drowning her sobs by blasting loud music. She finally came to her senses and realized he hadn't died. There was nothing relating to his death on Facebook, and she figured his parents would call her if that had happened.

Currently, she was on a school trip at the Art Gallery of Toronto. She had taken an Art History class as an elective, and was surprised to find out that she actually liked that class. Normally, she would have been fully paying attention to her surroundings and would have taken everything in, but her attention was slipping elsewhere, as it has been for the past few weeks. Sometimes, she'd surprise herself and just zone out, thinking about nothing at all. It was as if her brain was just shutting down, and she wasn't sure if she was entirely scared by that or not.

"Court, isn't that your boyfriend?" her friend, Amber, asked.

Courtney softly sighed, realizing she had zoned out once again. It took her a second to take in Amber's words, and once she registered that her boyfriend was possibly near, she looked up. "Where?" she suddenly asked.

"Over... there." Amber pointed to their left.

Courtney followed the direction of her finger and suddenly her eyes widened. Duncan really was standing over there! He was standing against the wall with his arms crossed. Courtney frowned at his appearance; though he looked bored, she could sense a bit of tension coming from him. His signature goatee was shaved... Well, his goatee was gone, but there was some facial hair covering his face. His mohawk was gone, and his hair was becoming a bit shaggy as it grew out. She was definitely shocked, by both is appearance, and just by seeing him.

"He looks so different," Amber muttered.

Courtney slowly nodded as she turned back towards the speaker. "Yeah," she murmured.

"You okay?" Amber softly asked, looking at her friend.

Courtney nodded. She let out a sigh before saying, "Do you think he's seen me here today?"

"Why don't you text him?" Amber asked.

"I... I don't know if that's a good idea..." Courtney muttered.

"Why? All of our teacher's are in the front of the room. Plus, everyone else is texting."

Courtney thought about it for a moment. Should she risk getting in trouble just by texting someone who hasn't spoken to her in weeks? She sighed and got out her phone and quickly texted a short message.

Hey :)

"Short, but simple." Amber nodded. "Send it. I'll see if he responds."

"Don't stare too much," Courtney muttered.

"What? You don't want him to look over?" When Courtney shrugged, Amber said, "Sure, you haven't seen him in weeks... Are you scared?"

"Just watch him," Courtney grudgingly whispered, not wanting to admit that she was really scared of talking to him.

"That asshole!" Amber suddenly said, earning a few glances and snickers from the surrounding kids.

Courtney immediately blushed and shushed her friend before asking, "What?"

"He looked at his phone, and then put it back in his pocket!" Amber whispered.

Courtney didn't say anything. He really was ignoring her. Her heart sunk at the realization, and tears stung her eyes. She had to take a few deep breaths so she wouldn't completely freak out and run out of there.

Suddenly, her phone began to vibrate. Her eyes widened - Duncan texted her back? "I thought you said he put his phone back in his pocket..." Courtney murmured, afraid to open the message.

"I thought he didn't reply back..." Amber muttered. "It didn't look like he was texting anything..."

Courtney continued to stare at the screen that read "NEW TEXT MESSAGE - DUNCAN". Her heart was beating at an incredible rate. She finally gathered up the courage to open the message, which read:

heyyy :)

"That asshole," Amber muttered once more, rolling her eyes.

"What'd you expect him to say?" Courtney asked, exiting out of the message. True, she was disappointed he hadn't said more, but like she asked her friend, what could he really have said?

"I think you should talk to him," Amber said. "Right now."

"Why right now?" Courtney asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Um, well... He's kinda looking this way..." Amber muttered before saying in an even quieter voice, "And he's walking this way..."

"WHAT?" Courtney exclaimed. She immediately cursed herself for being too loud, and was correct when she figured he could hear her. She could hear him chuckling behind her. She was honestly too scared to turn around, for she was extremely nervous to even be around him.

"Courtney?"

She stood there for a few seconds. She could tell he was being smug, but at the same time, he sounded nervous, like he did not expect to see her. She slowly turned around, keeping her eyes up and focused on his face the entire time.

To say Duncan was nervous was an understatement.

He was scared.

He knew he was in deep trouble for not talking to his girlfriend in well over a month. He read every single text and listened to every single voicemail she sent him.

He even felt her hand slap his cheek, and that sure did sting.

"What are you doing here?" Courtney hissed, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Uhh... I'm here on a field trip with my school..." Duncan wasn't expecting her to ask that. He was honestly expecting her to throw out a bunch of cuss words at him, or start screaming about how awful of a guy he was.

Her face was easy for him to read - he knew she was trying to figure out what to say to him. "You shouldn't be here."

He furrowed his eyebrows, confused. He pursed his lips before asking, "And where should I at?"

"I don't know, you tell me. Where have you been for the past six weeks?"

"Mostly at home or school."

"So you didn't die? You weren't kidnapped? You've been in Hamilton the whole time?" She was angry. She was beyond pissed. Her face, her voice... her whole stature said it all.

He let out a long sigh, looking down. "Let's go outside and talk, okay? I went on this exact same trip last year; I'll tell you anything you need to know, in case you have to fill out a worksheet or whatever. This may take a while."

She stared at him for a few moments before nodding. "Do you want something to eat or drink?"

He shook his head. "I'll meet you in the courtyard?"

She suddenly shook her head. "No, I've got some water. I should be fine."

He shrugged and walked alongside her as they stepped through the lobby and out into the courtyard. While there were many students out there, he was able to find a bench that was far away from people. As they sat down, he couldn't help but think about how he wanted to reach over and grab her hand. He wanted to hug her, or hold her in some way.

"So... You have something to say?"

"I'm sorry."

She let out a curt laugh as she crossed her arms. He turned his head and saw an amused, yet pissed, smirk on her face as she stared ahead. "I know that's not all you have to say."

"I... I haven't been able to leave Hamilton for the past... uhhh... five weeks..."

"I haven't talked to you in about five and a half weeks. I haven't seen you in six. Duncan, for the smallest amount of time, I thought you were dead. Do you not understand that?"

He let out a sigh. "I just got my phone back a few days ago."

"Oh, so you couldn't call me from your house phone?"

"I spent my birthday, my eighteenth birthday, in a judge's office."

"Awesome." The sarcasm was dripping from her voice. "You're not telling me anything, Duncan."

"I got arrested five and a half weeks ago."

She certainly wasn't expecting to hear that. "What?" she softly asked, the shock evident in her voice.

"Yeah." He let out a half-chuckle. "I'm going to jail during Spring Break."

She gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. Her eyes widened as she turned to him. "Why?" she softly asked.

"I was in my friend's car when we got pulled over. One of his taillights was out. But, my friend got a little bit high before we left, and the officer noticed it. Made him and I both take a test."

"You were on drugs?" she exclaimed.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "I was about to get out of the car when my friend decided to start yelling at the police officer. The police officer then basically dragged him out of the car. I started yelling at the police officer. He got tired of our shit, so he arrested us for drug possession and being hostile towards a police officer. I'll admit, I shouldn't have yelled at the police officer, so I'm guilty of that. But, there's really no way to prove that I didn't do any drugs. Most people would look at my record, or hear about it, and just assume I did them, anyway..."

"That doesn't explain why you never called me," Courtney slowly said.

Duncan sighed. "Ma was working at the front desk when I arrived at the station. She was pissed when she saw me there. She immediately pulled me into one of the holding rooms and started yelling at me..."

"Oh shit..." Duncan immediately tensed up. "Dude, isn't there another entrance?" he asked the officer.

The officer laughed. "Scared to see your Momma, aren't you?" Before he could give Duncan the chance to say anything, the officer exclaimed, "Suzie! Lookie what we got here!"

The smile on his Ma's face fell quicker than his friend did when the officer pinned him to the ground. The look in her eyes changed from confused to angry. "Duncan Evans."

"Oh boy..." Duncan muttered as he stepped in front of the desk. He sheepishly smiled at her. "It wasn't my fault?"

"You are in BIG TROUBLE!"

"Shit, Ma, wait, I'm serious - it wasn't my fault!"

"You are coming with me, Mister!" She suddenly grabbed him by the ear and dragged him away from the front of the building.

"DANG IT, MA! That really hurts!"

"And you coming back here doesn't?" his Mom snapped. "I thought this part of your life was over with, Duncan..."

"Aren't you going to hear my side of the story?" Duncan exclaimed once they got into the holding room.

His Mom sighed, standing at the end of the table. One hand was on her hip, the other resting on the edge of the table. "You better start talking."

"Does she believe you now?" Courtney softly asked.

"Yeah. Her and Dad finally believe me. It took a few hours of persuasion, though," Duncan admitted.

"How'd you convince them?" she asked.

Duncan made a soft humming noise. "They believed me when I said my days of vandalizing and such were almost over. You know I'm still a rebellious teen..." His chuckling died down when he noticed she wasn't laughing or smiling. "Um... yeah, and I said how I would never do any of that stuff while dating you..."

"Oh, really?" Her anger was once again heard.

"Yes, really. And I meant it." His voice was firm and determined. "I'm not dumb enough to really do that shit, Court. Yes, I experimented with it when I was, like, thirteen, but I never became fully addicted to it. There was never that need within me to keep getting high."

"You still haven't answered my question," Courtney slowly said. "You never texted me. You never called me. You never e-mailed me, or even sent me a message or whatever on Facebook. Why?"

"I got my phone and computer taken away. I only got my phone back a few days ago."

"You couldn't call me from your parents phone?"

"Let me re-phrase myself: I got all of my phone privileges back a few days ago."

"You still couldn't call me?"

"I wanted to. Believe me, I wanted to run downstairs during the middle of the night, run into the back of my closet, and call you. But... I couldn't. I had no idea what to say to you."

"And suddenly you do?"

"Well... I didn't know what to say to you at first. Then, after spending so much time by myself, lost in my own thoughts, I kind of knew what to say to you. But... Honestly, babe, I was scared to call you. I wasn't sure how our relationship was."

"And now you're sure?"

Duncan was surprised to find Courtney giving him a soft smile. It was a reluctant smile, but one nonetheless, and he instantly gave her a small smile. "Well, you haven't completely torn my head off..."

She rolled her eyes. She turned and ran her hand across his face, her eyes studying his facial features. "You haven't shaved in a few days."

"Nah. You like what you see?"

"Not really."

He laughed, the sparkle returning to his face and eyes. She instantly lit up, smiling alongside him. He told her, "Well, I guess you hate the hair, huh?"

"I don't hate it. It looks alright. It's a bit unkempt."

"Yeah... It was all my parents fault. They said to me, 'We told you this last time - you come back here again, the mohawk is gone'. They weren't kidding."

Courtney reached up and ran her hand through Duncan's hair. It was about an inch in length, and it was his natural hair color, black. "You should grow out your hair," she finally said.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, something like Justin's..."

Duncan chuckled, shaking his head. "I don't think I could pull off his hair."

"Oh, you could put some gel in your hair and spike it up a bit... I think it would look hot."

"Hmm, if you think it'll look hot... Well, I just may have to grow out my hair..."

She giggled. She suddenly leaned up and captured Duncan's lips in hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, placing one knee on the bench and straightening her other leg so she's be more on-level with Duncan.

He let out a moan as he suddenly grabbed her legs and placed them on either side of him. He rested his hands on her waist. He kissed her back with an incredible amount of passion.

Their kisses were filled with an extreme amount of passion and lust. They had a strong emotional relationship, but at the same time, they had quite the physical relationship. While they knew a lot of each others "hot spots", they were constantly finding new spots on each others bodies that drove each other insane.

"We... we gotta stop..." Courtney breathed, pulling herself away from Duncan as his hands started roaming her thighs.

"Why?" Duncan murmured, also sounding breathless.

"We're in public, and our teachers may walk out at any moment," Courtney muttered, running her hands across his shoulders subconsciously.

Duncan grabbed her hands and held them. They intertwined their fingers and looked at each other, gazing into each others eyes. "You should come to Hamilton sometime," he blurted out. "I can't leave Hamilton. Today was the exception."

Courtney nodded, giving his hands a squeeze. "I'd love to. How long will you be in... in jail?" she asked, whispering the last part.

"Five days. Just the Monday through the Friday of the break."

She nodded. "I just may have to give you the time of your life before you head in there."

He chuckled. "Someone's been horny."

"Not until now, actually."

"Liar."

She groaned and rested her forehead against his. "Okay, maybe just a little bit," she murmured.

"That's what I thought."