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

A/N: Thank you all for the reviews! They all mean so much to me. Of course, the more the merrier, but who am I to complain? Also, a note for this chapter... Consider it a chapter of three one-shots. Like the title suggests, they all have to do with new things. Yes, they all pertain the the storylines that are going on, but somehow, all three parts are so different from each other. Enjoy!

It was that time of year again. It was time for another installment of the Total Drama series. Oh how Duncan was stoked to not be performing this time around. True, he met some cool, all interesting, people on the show. He also met the love of his life, something he would never be caught saying to most people. Said woman wasn't with him, for she was in another part of the country visiting relatives.

"Duncan!" his Ma called, jogging downstairs. "Has it started yet?"

"It's about to come on," Duncan said, smirking at a commercial with him and Geoff, introducing the show's premiere.

"Oh, sweetie, you're a superstar!" she said, ruffling his hair as she walked behind the couch.

He groaned, rolling his eyes. He sarcastically muttered, "Yep. Totally." He wasn't exactly sure why his Mom elected to watch the show with him. He wasn't on the show, nor was Courtney. In a way, he had to watch it because he was hosting the Aftermath specials. He also wanted to watch it because he wanted to see what kind of shenanigans went down this season.

Suddenly, Chris' voice boomed across the screen. "Season three of Total Drama, folks! The world is gonna be mine, sea to shining sea! Sadly, I'm forced to share my world with a three-ring team traveling freak show!"

Duncan gaped at the screen. He couldn't help but ask aloud, "Really?"

Chris then begun announcing all the contestants competing this season, which included most of the cast from the previous seasons and some new people. Two of the new contestants oddly resembled himself and Courtney, but he shrugged it off. He got bored with the random chatter, so pulled out his phone and texted his girlfriend.

hey ;) u watchin the show?

I'm trying to. Are you?

yea. its borin.

Sort of. I hope they start singing soon!

they probly suck.

I wouldn't be surprised ;)

He chuckled, setting his phone down next to him. Finally, a dinging noise was heard. That was the cue for them to start singing. "Oh, this is gonna be good..." he muttered. He was instantly surprised. They actually sounded decent! There were a couple of voices that stood out, but otherwise, none of them were really bad. Well, Ezekiel was the exception.

"Now, explain to me why you didn't compete on this show...?" his Mom asked during a commercial break.

He turned and faced his Ma, his demeanor seriously questioning her. "Really, Ma?"

"Honey, you could have sung on national television!"

"Uh, international television, and... no. I don't sing."

His Mom rolled his eyes. "Seriously, though. Why aren't you competing?"

Duncan shrugged. "I don't know. The contract only held us responsible for competing in two seasons, if Chris wanted us to, not three. Plus, I did win last season..."

Their attentions returned to the TV as it started. It was an interesting episode, that was certain. He wasn't too fond of the location, though. Well, he figured he probably wouldn't like it in Egypt. He always heard about how hot it was, and with the clothes he wore, he would be incredibly uncomfortable there.

"I think I'm glad you're here instead traveling around the world," his Mom quietly remarked. "You made it very far both seasons, and I wouldn't be surprised if that happened again."

"It won't," he firmly said, looking over at her. "I'm done with competing on reality competitions."

"So, are we staying to Canada, going to America, or visiting both...?"

"We can do both? I heard both parts of Niagara Falls are within walking distance of each other..."

"I'm almost positive they are. What kind of stuff are we going to do?"

"Haven't you thought of any ideas, Ms. I-Have-To-Have-Everything-Planned?"

"You're the one that called me about the trip."

"You're the one that's been begging to go on this trip."

"What, do you suddenly not want to go?"

Duncan sighed, rolling his eyes. Courtney and him were discussing their trip to Niagara Falls, which would be in two weeks from that day. Neither had really planned anything yet, and they decided they would book their hotel and any passes they would get that day.

"No, I totally don't want to go anymore," Duncan sarcastically muttered.

He heard her loudly sigh on the other end of the line. "I want to have a view of the Falls from the hotel room."

"We can do that."

"Um, that's really expensive."

"Eh, depends on which side you want to look at. America or Canada? I think I saw an option somewhere for both..." Duncan instantly pulled up an information page about the hotels in that area.

"Let's shoot for something nice, but nothing too expensive."

"Canada side it is."

Courtney laughed. "Also, I remember seeing something about a 'Top of the Falls' restaurant..."

"We'll eat there for lunch one day... What days are we staying again?"

"We'll get there the night of the 17th and leave the morning of the 20th."

"Oh, okay, I thought it was after the first Aftermath..."

"No, that's on the 23rd."

"Oh, okay, so it's before the Aftermath..." He turned to the door when a knock on the door was heard. "What?"

"Whatcha doin', bro?" Dylan asked, peering into his brother's room.

"Talking to my girl about our trip," Duncan explained.

"Nice, Duncan," Courtney murmured.

"Which one?" Dylan teased.

"Dude!" Duncan exclaimed, glaring at his older brother.

Dylan laughed. "Just kiddin', bro. You've got company, though."

"Who?" Duncan asked, turning back to his computer.

"Brian and Michelle."

Duncan sighed. He then muttered, "Crap..." He turned back to his brother and said, "Tell them to wait ten minutes, okay?" When his brother left the room, he said, "Okay, we gotta wrap this up..."

"We are not finishing this conversation until the hotel is booked!"

"I am working on it..." he muttered. He opened a page and said, "Embassy Suites... It's on our side..."

"Okay..."

"Ooh, how does a room with a whirlpool sound?"

"Um... I don't know? Is that the only option?"

"Well, the only option for a room with one bed."

"Well, I don't want a room with two beds..."

"We haven't done it in a whirlpool..."

"Duncan!"

"What? We haven't." He smirked as he finished the reservation. "Okay, so I'm about to book this."

"How much is it?"

"Uhh..." He grimaced slightly and muttered, "Over six hundred..."

"Well, nobody said this trip was going to be cheap."

"Can we afford it?"

"I don't know, Duncan, can you afford it?"

While he knew she was trying to rub in his face how he needed to get a job, he told her, "Do you remember who you're talking to?"

"Oh, shut up. I forgot for a second."

"Last chance to back out..."

"Just book the damn room already!"

He rolled his eyes, finalizing the purchase. "You know, patience is a virtue..."

"I have much more patience than you do, darling."

"For the most part, yes you do," he said. He then softly told her, "I'm really excited about this trip, Princess."

She just as softly said, "Me, too, Duncan."

"Well, I better head downstairs," he said, getting up and walking out of the room. "I'll talk to you later."

"Alright. I love you."

"Love you more!" Before she could object, he ended the call. He jogged downstairs and walked over to the living room. "Well, well, what a surprise..." he said, leaning in the doorway. "You two look cozy..."

"Dude..." Brian sighed, scratching the back of his head.

"Don't get mad at what we're about to tell you," Michelle softly said.

Duncan raised an eyebrow. He walked over and sat down on the couch across from them. "Okay... What's up?"

"We're dating," Michelle said, pointing back-and-forth between herself and Brian.

Duncan slowly nodded. He leaned back in the couch, crossing his arms. "Since when?" he asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"Just a couple of days ago," Brian quickly said, panic written all over his face.

"Dude, calm down," Duncan said, sitting back up once more. "I'm not mad."

"You're not?" the new couple asked.

Duncan let out a couple of chuckles before his face turned serious. He was enjoying freaking them out and wanted to totally freak them out more. "Just kidding. You two better start running."

Michelle gaped at Duncan while Brian actually stood up. Duncan couldn't hold it in any longer. He let out a snort, his face clearly amused. "I'm totally messing with the both of you. You can sit back down, dude."

"I dunno..." Brian cautiously said, glancing between Michelle and Duncan.

Michelle rolled her eyes. "Thanks, Duncan."

Duncan shrugged, leaning back into the couch once more. "Whatever. Just don't, like... Don't invite me out and then make-out the entire time. I won't appreciate it."

"Dude, you're awesome," Brian said. He walked over to the couch and literally jumped on Duncan.

The younger cousin instantly smacked his older cousin. "Get off!" he exclaimed.

"Dude, this is revenge for you scaring the shit out of me," Brian said, giving his cousin a headlock and a noogie.

"BRIAN!" Duncan loudly said, trying to remove Brian's arms from his neck.

"Feet off the couch!" Mrs. Evans said, walking into the house. "And hands off each other!"

"Hey Auntie!" Brian said, now standing up.

"Shut up," Duncan murmured, standing up and roughly shoving his cousin. He then followed his Ma into the kitchen. "So..." he said.

Suzie turned around, smirking at her son. "I can't even guess what you're thinking, so just go ahead and tell me."

"I booked the hotel for me and Courtney's trip to the Falls," he said, grabbing a Coca Cola from the fridge.

His Mom smiled and gave her son a side hug. "I'm happy for you," she said. "You and Courtney, taking your first vacation together..."

"It's about time," he muttered.

She laughed, patting his back. "So what are Michelle and Brian doing over?"

"Telling me they're going out," Duncan quietly explained.

His Mom looked shocked. Suddenly, she tip-toed to the edge of the room and peered her head into the other room. He smirked, enjoying how much of a snoop his Ma was being. He mimicked her actions, tip-toeing behind her. He, too, peered into the living room. He softly smiled at the sight of his two friends. They were sitting there, holding hands.

His Ma backed up and walked away from the door. "They're cute," she softly said, smiling. She then looked at Duncan and asked, "Didn't you go out with her at one point?"

"We made out at a party years ago," he clarified, earning a roll of the eyes from his Ma. Him and Michelle were at some party when they were thirteen, and at one point, everyone was playing "Seven Minutes in Heaven". It was determined that the two of them were to be in there, so of course, being the young, confused, experimental teens they were, they decided to make out. Neither ever talked about the experience, even though so many people knew about it.

"So where are you two staying at?" his Ma asked, sitting down at the table.

Duncan sat across from his Mom and said, "The Embassy Suites, on the Canada side."

She nodded, impressed. "Nice... Can you see the waterfalls from there?"

Duncan nodded, smirking. "Oh, yeah. Courtney wanted a room with a view."

His Mom laughed. "Well, I'm sure you won't regret paying for it. Now, how will you be getting out there?"

Duncan sighed, his shoulders drooping. Now, he wasn't really upset or anything. He was merely trying to convince his Ma the best he could that he needed a ride to the train station in Toronto.

"Honey, that won't work," Suzie said, reaching over and patting his hand. "That trick worked on me once. I don't know why you keep trying that on me."

Duncan shrugged, smiling sweetly at his Ma. "I keep forgetting that you remember me doing that."

She laughed and said, "Why don't you check up on your friends?" She watched her son get up and walk into the other room. She laughed and shook her head when she heard her son exclaim, "HEY!"

As Duncan walked up Courtney's front steps, he was thinking about a few times. On that day, they were going to spend the day at the beach... or, at least, they were going to stay there until they got bored. At least the beach was next to a boardwalk, so when they got bored at the beach, they could just walk down the boardwalk. It was the first time they would spend time on the beach together. He was secretly hoping that she would swap out her bathing suit from Total Drama to something more... revealing. He had some black shorts on; he was not going to wear a speedo. He wasn't like he was flabby or just skin and bones. He had a nice, toned chest and was well-endowed, but he was not the type of person to wear a speedo.

He knocked on Courtney's door, eagerly awaiting to see his girlfriend. He pursed his lips slightly as he saw her open the door. He was a bit shocked to see her wearing a polo dress. He knew there was a bathing suit under there, but she had covered it up. He smirked at her and said, "Babe, you better not be wearing that bathing suit from the show."

She narrowed her eyes at him, but returned the smirk. "And what if I am?"

"We may have to stop by somewhere to pick you up something."

She rolled her eyes and stepped out of the house. She locked the door behind her and started walking towards his car. "I'm not wearing that suit," she said, turning and smiling at him. "I think you'll like what I have on."

He was getting a little too anxious thinking about her outfit. Maybe it was because they hadn't seen each other in over a week, for she had just gotten back from a trip out of town. After they got into the car, he started to drive off.

"So, were your folks home?"

She shook her head, pushing her bangs out of her face. "Nope. They're at work."

"And how late will they be at work...?" he quietly asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

She giggled. "Pretty late, I think. There's a company dinner happening tonight, so..."

"Well, if we can't find some time to do it on the beach, I know where someplace we'll definitely be able to fuck..."

"And what if one of us gets sunburned?" she questioned, looking at him expectantly.

He thought about that for a moment. She couldn't help but smirk slightly at that. She wasn't really serious, but could tell he was seriously thinking about that. He finally thought of an answer, and she could tell, for he smirked. When they stopped at a red light, he turned to her and said, "There's always doggy-style."

A blush spread across her cheeks as she just stared at him. No, they weren't a couple that just had sex in one or two positions; they had actually had sex in a number of positions. That particular style he mentioned was one that they hadn't tried yet. She turned away from him, staring at the road in front of her. "We'll see," she quietly said.

Duncan raised his eyebrows slightly but nodded, not uttering a single word. Neither spoke another word to each other for the rest of the car ride. He was surprised, yet happy, to find a spot right next to the docks. They got out, both gathering their belongs, and headed over to the beach.

"So, where do you want to set up at?" he asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

She instinctively wrapped her arm around his waist and responded, "Um..." She used her spare hand to point at a spot about twenty feet away from them. "Is right there okay?"

He nodded. "Looks good."

They made their way over to the empty spot and began to place their stuff down. Courtney was about to get out a large beach blanket when suddenly Duncan placed one down in front of them. She gaped at it before telling him, "I didn't realize you brought a blanket..."

He nodded. "I figured we needed one... What, you brought one, too?" He laughed when she nodded. "Well, now we've got two in case we need it."

She nodded and proceeded to get out a towel. She folded it and placed it down on the blanket before rummaging through her bag some more.

Duncan took off his shirt and tossed it on the towel. His shoes had been taken off before they reached the sand, for he didn't walk in his shoes on the beach. Those were placed beside the blanket. He grabbed the sunscreen out of his bag was about to put some on when he looked at his girlfriend. A few thoughts ran through his mind, but the main one was:

Oh, my God.

First, Courtney wasn't wearing her old bathing suit.

Second, her top was zebra print. He had to control himself, for he absolutely loved seeing her in that material. Plus, it seemed to push up her breasts, and he couldn't deny how great her rack looked in that top.

Third, she had changed out her belly button ring. Instead of the silver barbel, she now wore a white bioplast ring that had a sparkling flower dangling at the bottom.

It was like she wore all of this just to torture him. He wanted to tug at her belly button ring and hear her moan in pleasure. He wanted to pull at her top, or even take it off. He was a bit shocked at his now-apparent sexual frustration, but wasn't surprised - Courtney was smokin' hot. He'd be worried if he wasn't having these thoughts about her!

"You liking all of this?" she softly asked, walking over to him. She bit her lip in a cute and seductive matter while pulling slightly at the top of her black bikini bottom and the middle of her zebra top.

He leaned closer to her and quietly said, "You keep all of this up and I will drag you behind the bushes and show you a good time."

She giggled and leaned up, giving him a small kiss. "You need help putting on some sunscreen?"

He shrugged, handing her the bottle. "You can put some on my back. You need any put on?"

She shook her head, walking behind him. "I put some on before I left the house."

He smiled as she put on the sunscreen. She was lathering his back in a very gentle manner. It wasn't sexual or anything, it was just soft and gentle. After she got done putting it on, he put the rest on himself. He tossed the bottle down before mischievously smiling at her.

She half-smiled back, already growing nervous. "Ready?"

He stepped right in front of her. "Are you ready?"

She furrowed her eyebrows. "What are you-"

He suddenly picked her up, carrying her bridal-style down the beach. He chuckled as she smacked his chest lightly. "Oh, calm down."

"Duncan!" she cried, half-whining. "Put me down!"

By that point, he was ankle-deep in the water. He took a few more steps in, fully realizing she didn't realize he was standing in water. "Are you sure?"

"What do you mean, am I sure? Yes, I'm sure!"

He shrugged before letting her go. He chuckled as she splashed right into the water.

Courtney gasped, staring up at her boyfriend. "Did you seriously just drop me in water?" she shrieked. She gasped once more when a wave hit her, making her even wetter.

Duncan laughed, stepping into the water even more. "C'mon, babe!"

"You're dead!" she said to him, standing up and walking towards him. "And don't think you can run away - I teach kids how to swim! I was trained how to swim quickly!"

He stood waist-deep in the water and held up his hands. "I don't see you catching me."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You son of a-" She groaned when he ducked into the water. She stepped deeper into the water, hoping she would be able to catch a glimpse of her boyfriend under the water. Nope. She sighed, standing there for a few moments. In a quick instant, she let out a quick scream as she was dragged under the water. She was hoping Duncan had grabbed her and not some complete lunatic. She soon resurface, letting out a gasp as she hit the air. She looked over and saw Duncan smirking at her. "Asshole!" she exclaimed.

"Your asshole," he said, winking at her.

She couldn't stay mad at him any longer. She figured she wasn't truly angry at him. They were at the beach, and she figured there would be lots of teasing and rough-playing. She let out a couple of giggles and said, "Yep. My sexy asshole."

"Right back at ya," he said before grabbing the back of her head and kissing her.

She returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself closer to him. They continued their make-out session before a wave nearly caused them to fall over. She grinned up at her boyfriend, wrapping a leg around his waist. She hoisted herself up slightly and whispered in his ear, "I'm ready for this so-called 'good time behind the bushes'..."