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

A/N: This took TOO LONG to write! But, with me moving in two weeks and working all the time, it's been hard to write, let alone think about writing. I'm slowly working on this story and "The Best of the Rest", as well as that "The Fake Engagement" one-shot I talked about before. Please remember to review! Those really help me write more! Thank you! I hope you all enjoy this!

Courtney and Duncan never knew what to expect on their dates. Sure, they always planned things. Sometimes, their plans would go accordingly - but other things would arise as well. Or, sometimes their plans would go awry, and they'd end up doing something else, anyway. After being separated for so long, both were trying to spend as much time as they could together. Sometimes they would plan ahead, and sometimes they wouldn't, for they really wanted to spend time together. Neither wanted to think negatively, but both were constantly thinking, "What if something were to tear us apart once more?" They spent most weekends together. Usually Courtney had to work at least one shift on either, or both, Saturday and Sunday, but they would still find time to spend together. There were also some weekdays that they spent together, but those usually were for studying or if one happened to be in the others city.

Duncan stared off into the distance, letting out a sigh. Him and Courtney were currently at Hamilton's Sam Lawrence Park, which rested at the top of the mountain in Hamilton. Both were sitting on a bench, staring off into the city below. Since it felt moderately nice outside, Duncan decided to take her to the park. It's where he often went to get away from absolutely everything. Since she had the day off, they decided to just wander (or drive, rather) around Hamilton.

"What are you thinking about?"

Duncan's thoughts were interrupted by Courtney's softly asked question. He looked down at his girlfriend, who was curiously looking up at him. He shrugged before responding, "Everything. I tend to do that when I come up here."

Courtney nodded before staring out into the distance. They had a clear view of downtown Hamilton, and could even see Lake Ontario in the distance. "It's very peaceful up here."

"It is," he agreed, nodding. He looked straight ahead and asked, "What were you thinking about?"

She paused for a few moments, immensely sparking his attention. She then said to him, "I got something in the mail today."

"Yeah...?"

He looked down at her as she bent down and went through her purse. He watched her grab a letter out of her bag. He figured it was an acceptance letter from some college, but wasn't about to ask. He frowned when she put the envelope on his lap. "What's this?"

"Open it."

He looked at her and saw that she was looking at him expectantly. He gingerly grabbed the envelope and noticed that it was already opened. He didn't see any college logo on the envelope. It was blank instead. He took the letter out of the envelope and unfolded it. He began to laugh as he skimmed through the letter.

Dear Courtney,

You, along with every other contestant of Total Drama Island (as well as Total Drama Action), have been invited back to participate in the third season of Total Drama! In this season, you and the other contestants will be traveling around the world, participating in various challenges. Each of you will be competing for another million dollars!

If you are interested, please return this letter with the information needed.

Sincerely,
The Production Staff

Duncan tossed the letter onto her lap as he continued to laugh. "What a bunch of bullshit!" he exclaimed.

Courtney half-heartedly giggled, shrugging. "I guess..."

His laughing immediately stopped at her reaction. "Wait a second... You're not thinking of going back, are you?"

She shrugged, staring away from him. "I mean... Sure, the show wasn't all that fun-"

"It majorly sucked."

"-but... It takes place around the world..."

"Yeah, whatever Chris' definition of that is." He sighed before continuing, "You'd have to suffer through Chris' bullshit again. Do you really want to be around that maniac for another three months again?"

She pondered that for a moment. "Not really," she finally said.

"Yeah, I definitely said 'no'."

"Wait, you got one of these?" Courtney suddenly asked, looking up at him.

Duncan nodded. "Sure did."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh, I just got it yesterday. It slipped my mind until now, really."

She sighed and looked up at him. "So you're not returning?"

"I wouldn't have returned last season if we weren't obligated to or whatever..." He looked down at her and asked, "Are you going back?"

She pondered that question before a smirk slowly appeared on her face. "Hell no."

He chuckled and muttered, "You big ol' tease..."

"Took you long enough."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he murmured. "Plus, I already won the million. True, winning it again would be great, but..." He shrugged. He then wrapped an arm around her shoulders and said, "I got money and a girl from the show. What more could a guy ask for?"

Courtney giggled, rolling her eyes. "How much of your million have you blown off?"

He pretended to act offended as he scoffed at her. "I'll have you know that I have only spent a necessary amount of money from my fortune."

She giggled and muttered, "Yeah, fortune..."

He rolled his eyes, smirking. "I've only paid off my jail time, actually."

"Seriously?"

He nodded. "I wasn't dead broke before I received the money, and I'm not about to blow it all at once."

"So you're just going to save it?"

He nodded before shrugging. "I guess. I mean, I've got nothing better to spend it on..." An idea suddenly popped into his head. He told her, "You seemed intrigued by the idea of traveling..."

Shrugging, she told him, "I wasn't really serious, but, uhh... Traveling is nice, I agree, and I would love to visit places outside of Canada..."

"Well, let's do something this summer."

She just sat there, completely shocked. "Really?" she finally asked.

He nodded. "Really."

"Where?"

"Well, there's a possibility of me visiting my family in Italy this summer... Nonna took Dylan after he graduated, and she's pretty sure she's visiting this summer, too... But I'm sure you don't want to visit my family..."

"That's... personal, yes," she said. "Have you ever traveled outside of the country?"

"It's been a few years, but, yes."

"Where?"

"Italy. And America. I want to say Germany, too, but if that even happened, I was little when that happened..."

"Why Germany?"

"Ma likes Germany. You been anywhere?"

"America and France."

"Why France?"

"My family's from there."

He smirked and lowly muttered, "No wonder you sound sexy as hell when you speak French..."

"Oh, shut up," she muttered, smiling.

"En fran ais, ma cherie..." he murmured, leaning down and leaving kisses on her neck.

She rolled her eyes, still smiling. "Non," she simply replied. Depsite the smile, she had to resist the urge to let out a moan as he continued kissing her neck. When he began to bite and nibble on her ear, her body instantly leaned closer to him as she gasped. She quickly whispered to him, "Duncan, we're at a park..."

"And nobody's around," he quietly said, wrapping his arms around her waist and bringing her closer to him.

She smiled as she rested her head on his shoulder, quickly sneaking away from his kisses. One arm wrapped around his backside, the other laid on his thigh. "Have you ever been to Niagara Falls?"

"Uhh... I haven't, actually. You?"

"Nope."

"Well, maybe we should go there, Princess."

She couldn't help but smile. That name drove her mad at times, but the way he said it just then brought a smile to her face. "Maybe we should," she softly said. "I heard it's beautiful there." Duncan nodded. He stared ahead, looking at the city before him. One arm rested behind her against the chair, the other was playing with the end of her shirt. Courtney snuggled closer to her boyfriend and quietly asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Too much stuff." He quietly chuckled before adding, "Just... stuff. I don't think I should be thinking about it."

She tilted her head up and playfully whined, "Tell me..."

He chuckled once more before saying, "You're not gonna like it..."

Courtney leaned back slightly. She rested one hand on his chest and laid the other on one of his arms. "Duncan, what's wrong?"

Duncan let out a sigh before murmuring, "I'm just thinking about what's going to happen when you go to college..."

She stared at him for a few moments before turning her head away. She was now thinking about that as well. What would happen to them when she went to college? What if she went to college outside of Toronto? Outside of Canada? Outside of North America? Well, she briefly thought about studying in Europe, but dismissed that idea a long time ago. After moments of silence, she finally said to him, "We'll figure something out. We always do."

He nodded, letting out a sigh. "Sucks I'm probably not going to college, otherwise I'd suggest we live together..."

Those words took her by surprise. He thought about them living together? It wasn't as if she didn't think about that - sure, there were times where she wished they could live together, but there were always so many things preventing them from doing so. Now high school was ending, and they were going to be adults, free to do whatever they pleased. "Uh... I mean, maybe there are apartments on campus that we could live in together..."

"What campus?"

"I've got it narrowed down between York University and University of Toronto."

Duncan nodded. He remained in silence for about a minute, thinking. "Ma, Dad, and Sally are Alma maters of UT..."

"Sally?"

"My Aunt. Ma's sister. Brian's Mom." When Courtney nodded, he continued, "Ma and Dad also work at UT from time-to-time... And then Dylan actually attends UT and lives in the apartments there."

Courtney nodded once more. "You could probably get in, then. Well, at least get an apartment there... Or, if you can't, maybe my grades and extracurricular activities will impress them enough to where I can skip the dorms and just move to an apartment close-by..."

Duncan nodded, smiling softly. "Sounds like a plan," he softly said, leaning over and giving her a soft kiss.

She returned the kiss and softly said, "I love you, Duncan. I don't want this... this situation to hurt our relationship."

"It won't," he re-assured her, kissing her nose softly. "I just..." He chuckled. "This place makes me think so much, and us... Things are going so good between us right now..."

"And things are going to stay that way," she re-assured him. "I think we'll be fine unless something extreme happens. Something like... death or infidelity..."

When she stopped speaking, he smirked and asked, "I told you, this place gets you thinking..."

"Would you ever go out with somebody like Gwen?" Courtney suddenly blurted out. She looked up at Duncan and stared at him.

Duncan raised an eyebrow. "You mean, would I ever go out with Gwen?"

"I... uhh..."

"No."

Her eyes grew wide. "Really? I mean, you're not just saying that because-"

"I'm not saying that just to please you," he told her. He grabbed her hands and gave them a squeeze. He looked in her eyes and told her, "I would never go out with Gwen."

"But... but you two have so much in common! You-you kind of act alike, too!"

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, shrugging. "That's exactly why I wouldn't go out with her."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "I don't understand."

He pursed his lips and looked off for a few seconds. He returned his gaze to her before explaining, "Let's put it this way: Even though both my parents are police officers, their personalities are very different. My Dad's... He's strict. He's stern. My Mom's kinda loose and carefree. Well, she's strict, but she's, uhh... She's more fun than my Dad, I guess you could say. They balance each other. Gwen and I are alike, sure, and we could be good friends, 'cause, like, Michelle and I are kinda similar and we get along great... Anyway, Gwen and I are too alike. We'd get bored pretty quick, I'd say." A naughty smirk appeared on his face before he casually shrugged and added, "I've never dated a Goth, either."

"Really?" she asked, looking up at him with disbelief.

He nodded. "It's true. Now, punk girls I've dated. I've messed around with some other types of girls, too..."

"Oh really?"

He smirked, noticing her distaste for where the conversation was steering. "Yes really. Just, like... some other girls. A couple of cheerleaders, too."

"At once?"

He blinked at her subtlety as he slowly shook his head. "Almost, but no... Why? Interested in something like that?"

"Oh, no," she muttered, instantly turning red. "I-it's just the way you said 'a couple of cheerleaders'..."

"It almost led up to a threesome," he murmured, causing his girlfriend to frown and turn even redder. "But, one of the girls was just more... mm, dominating..."

"Somebody likes to be dominated, eh?" Courtney lowly asked, smirking mischievously up at her boyfriend.

Duncan chuckled, a hint of blush rushing to his face. "Nah," he muttered. He cleared his throat before saying, "But, yeah... Gwen and I could never happen. For obvious reasons..."

"Is it because we're together?" Courtney asked, her voice laced with tease.

He coyly shrugged. "Questa e una possibilita..."

She groaned. "Duncan!" she whined. "You know I can't speak Italian!"

"You know you like hearing me speak Italian," he whispered in her ear, his arms once again wrapped around her.

She held onto his arms, smiling. In truth, she loved it, and though he never believed her, she always found him even more sexier when speaking Italian. "I do," she murmured.

He chuckled and kissed her temple before saying, "Ti amo, la mia principessa."

Her grin widened. She knew what that phrase meant, for he said it to her quite a bit. "Je t'aime, mon..." She paused before adding, "Mon prince."

"Your Prince, eh?" he asked, giving her cheek another kiss. He then patted her sides and said, "Let's go home. Mom said she found another photo album."

"Oh, I brought one as well. It's in the back of your car."

His grin widened. "Well, well. I finally get to see bunches of pictures of when Courtney was a baby..."

"Hey, Court, what's this picture from?"

"Oh, sweetie, don't ask her anything. Just let her rest."

Duncan and his Mom were sitting at the dining room table, looking through pictures in Courtney's album. Courtney was laying on their couch, an ice pack on her forehead and a heating page on her stomach. Some horrible cramps had hit her as her and Duncan were driving to his house. A headache also emerged from the cramps.

Courtney sat up, holding up the ice pack and the heating pad as she peered over the top of the couch. "What picture?" she muttered.

"This one," Duncan said, holding up a picture.

Courtney squinted, but stopped when her headache caused her more pain. "Come over here, I can't see it too well."

"Oh, no-" his Mom started to say, but sighed when her son picked up the photo album and walked over to the couch. She followed her son over to the couch and sat next to him.

Duncan re-opened the book and handed the picture to Courtney. Courtney, after putting down the ice pack, grabbed the picture and stared at it for a few moments. It was a picture of Courtney hugging an elderly lady that was holding her. She finally said, "That was me with my Nana. I was... four or five. We were visiting her in Montreal."

"She lives in Montreal?" Duncan asked, raising his eyebrows.

"She used to," Courtney explained. "She's from France, hence why we've been on vacations there. When I was born, she decided to live in Montreal, since it's mostly French-speaking and her English wasn't all that great... Around the time I turned six, she moved back to France."

"Where in France does she live?" his Mom asked.

"She lives in Lyon," Courtney said, smiling. "It's a very beautiful city."

They continued to look through the photos, but shortly afterward, Courtney felt a sharp pain slowly grow stronger and stronger. She let out a long breath, trying to breathe normally through the cramps. She smiled softly when she felt Duncan's arm wrap around her waist. His hand rested on top of hers, and he partially intertwined their fingers as his thumb softly ran across her skin.

"Are you sure you don't want any Tylenol or Ibuprofen or anything like that?" his Mom asked, frowning at the young girl.

Courtney shook her head, giving the older woman a smile. "I'm sure, but thank you."

"I just hate to see you sitting right there in so much pain..." his Mom said, still frowning slightly.

"I bet you're glad you didn't have any girls, huh?" Duncan asked, smirking.

His Mom rolled her eyes, smiling. She suddenly jumped up when the house phone rang. "You two keep looking through those, I'll be back shortly."

"Why won't you take any pills?" Duncan softly asked.

"You know why," Courtney muttered, looking up at her boyfriend.

He had to think for a moment, but finally remembered her past problems with pill-taking. He gave her hand a squeeze and muttered, "Sorry, I forgot."

"It's okay," she said, smiling. "Can we lay down, though? My back is starting to kill me..."

"Say no more." He shut her photo album and placed it on the coffee table in front of them. He turned to his girlfriend and said, "Now, lay on your side. The couch is big enough for the two of us..."

"I dunno..." she teased, smiling. She slowly slid down and laid against the back of the couch. She turned onto her side and rested her head against a pillow.

Duncan smirked and slid down next to her. He laid on his back, his head also resting on the pillow. He softly said, "Mom said earlier you're welcome to stay for dinner."

"What is she cooking tonight?"

"Hmm... I'm not sure. She said something about finding one of Nonna's recipes and cooking that..."

Courtney smiled, snuggling her head on Duncan's chest. "Didn't you say your Mom found some new photo album?"

"Oh, yeah..." Duncan reached over and grabbed another photo album from the coffee table. The cover read:

La Famiglia Evans
Viaggio in Italia
1998

Courtney read the title and muttered, "Uh... The Evans Family... Something, Italy... 1998...?"

"Yep, Evans Family, Trip to Italy, 1998," Duncan said, smirking. He opened the cover and instantly groaned at the front page, which was only a big picture of him, his two brothers, and his parents.

"Aww!" Courtney said, grinning. "You're so cute there!"

"Oh, hush," Duncan harshly muttered, flipping the page.

Courtney smirked, snuggling closer to Duncan. "Where does your family live at in Italy?"

"Uh... Lots of places, really," he said, shrugging. "They mostly live around Venice. Oh, who all lives there... My Uncles Antonio and Rinaldo... My Aunt Giorgetta... My cousins... Oh, I've got a lot of those there..."

"Are any of these people your age?" Courtney asked.

"My cousins are..." He paused. "They're kind of my age. My Dad's the oldest, and then my other Aunt, Marietta, who lives in Edmonton, is younger than him. She's... She's, like, three years younger than my Dad, but Dylan and her oldest, Jake, were born the same year. The other Uncles and Aunt didn't have children until after I was born... well, they all suddenly started having kids when Danny was born. I'm kinda that awkward middle child that was born after a few kids were born, and then before everyone else was born..."

"What are your Dad and Nonna's names?" she asked. She couldn't help but be fascinated by the names of the people in Duncan's family. All of his Dad's sisters and brothers had such authentic Italian names.

"Nonna's full first name is Luciana, but I've heard Nonno and some other people call her Lucia," he said. "Dad's name is Giovanni."

"So... Why did your parents name you three such... such non-authentic Italian names?"

"Well, like my Aunt Marietta and her husband... uhh, well, her ex-husband, David... they wanted us to have more 'normal' names, ones that kids or teachers couldn't make fun of us for. My bros and I have Italian middle names, though."

"Really?"

Duncan nodded. "Yep."

"What's yours?"

"Ricardo."

"Duncan Ricardo Evans..." She paused for a moment, taking his name in. "I like it."

"What's your middle name?" he asked, sitting up slightly so he could wrap his arm around her shoulders.

She re-situated herself in his arms before saying, "Marie."

"Courtney Marie Richardson... Cute."

She rolled her eyes. "Yep. Now, I want to see more pictures of baby you..."

"Babe, I wasn't that cute..."

"Yes, you were," she persistently said. "Now, you were six here?"

"Yep."

For the next hour or so, the two of them looked through the photo album. Duncan had many stories about the photos, from family dinners to car trips to when him and his brothers got into trouble. Courtney temporarily forgot about the pain in her lower stomach while she looked at all the pictures and heard all the descriptions. Her head rested on his shoulder and one of her hands rested on his chest. He always kept an arm wrapped around her while they laid there together. Once they were done, he placed the album slightly-gingerly on the floor before staring at his girlfriend, who was smiling fondly at him.

"You were adorable as a child."

He groaned, leaning forward and resting his forehead against hers. "You sound like Ma..."

"What? Two girls who love you can't love your younger self?"

He grinned and rolled his eyes before capturing her lips in his. "Just don't go spreading that around, okay?"

"Your secret's safe with me."