~Courtney's POV~
Ok, so Chris called up the hotel the losers were sent to and had Trent and I meet him somewhere to discuss who knows what when, out of nowhere, he shoves bags over our heads and shoves us into what I guess to be a very old car. I could smell the stench of old grime and feel the oily yet dry leather through a small tear in my bag.
"CHRIS! YOU BETTER GET ME OUT OF THIS, THIS, GROTESC POTATO SACK, OR YOU'LL BE HEARING FROM MY LAWYERS!" I screamed as I panicked in the enclosed space. I don't like being trapped in small spaces, let alone a horrifyingly dirty sack as the one I currently occupied.
"Hey, Court!" I heard a hushed whisper close to me, I'm guessing belonged to Trent, "You think this is his way of putting us back on the show?" He sounded a little worried to me, but before I could get a reply out, I was lunged forward and hit what must be a back seat. We stopped moving and I heard muffled talking, not able to fully deduce who's voices they were nor what they were saying. I felt a rush of cool air all of a sudden and a blinding white light shine through my thin bag. I was yanked from the vehicle and dragged over a hard floor, rather roughly I might add, when I was thrown into a wall.
I hit the ground and heard a thud next to me when I was pulled from the bag to have someone shine a bright light in my face again. I sneak a peek next to me to see none other than Trent in a ridiculous get up. After people poked and prodded us for a good 3 minutes, we were shoved back out the door to see Chris sitting in a lounge chair sipping lemonade. I got a mask pulled over my face so I could barely see then a large rod I was told to wave was forced into my open palms. I did as commanded, but demanded they explain everything and all I got in reply was a weird cackling laugh from what I assume to be Chris.
After a few more minutes, my arms began to ache. That's when I heard footsteps and try to see who it is from behind my mask but all I see is blackness. I was about to question the identity of the newcomer when I heard Chris shoving them into the previously vacated dressing rooms.
"Courtney! Trent! Go find Chef Hatchet to find out what you're doing today! I am much too busy to be bothered to explain this to you." I pulled up my mask as Chris spoke to see him in the same position as earlier. I turned and bumped into Trent and I caught his eye. After a moment, I turned away, blushing, and feeling all too guilty about our situation.
It all started the day I broke the television at Playa de Losers…
{FLASHBACK}
Crying hysterically, I was leaning into Trent's chest. I don't know for how long, but I was losing my capability to cry. Honestly, the prospect of losing Duncan was not what struck me, but the fact that Gwen might like him. Gwen and I had actually become not-as-enemy-ish before I left, I think. I stopped crying slowly and looked up into Trent's eyes. He was watching me with a look of worry on his face. We stared and then, moved closer.
All of a sudden, our lips melded together, hands around my wrists that were up by his chest. The kiss started out sweet, and I could not think. He was so gentle, and while I like a thrill, I prefer this effect he has when he's careful. During the kiss, only one thought ran through my mind until my head went numb, and that was Gwen…
{FLASHACK OVER}
After the first kiss, we met each day until we began this, and I knew the next time I saw Duncan, we'd both have a lot of explaining to do.
{Later before the first scene}
I was aboard the ship set and everyone looked ridiculous. I saw Duncan eyeing Gwen in her little slut outfit. I couldn't quite blame her though, more so our sadistic and perverted host. I noticed Duncan yelling at Trent for staring at him. The scene went by and Chris yelled cut. I knew what was going to happen in the next scene, and I was too laden with guilt to become fully angry at Duncan for kissing Gwen.
Something surprised me though. A few yards away from me, a tall woman screeched Duncan's name from the sidelines. I watched has Duncan groaned inwardly and walked over to the woman. I could see fear in his eyes that he was trying to mask. I wonder what he's so afraid of…
"Well well well… If it isn't little Dunky. It's been too long." The lady stood over Duncan, who was 6'2 so she was about 6'5 or 6'6 by my estimate. Duncan kind of shuddered when she called him Dunky but opened his mouth to reply with something witty.
Me: Hehe, aren't I evil? Show of hands to those who expected Courtney to be the screecher! *hands shoot up everywhere*
Duncan: Why'd you have to bring HER into all this?
Gwen: Who is this woman?!
Duncan: She's my- *gets slapped and shoved into a closet*
Me: NO! Don't you dare reveal my secrets! *evil laugh as I lock the door*
Gwen: ARE YOU CRAZY?!
Duncan: Ugh, my head…
Me: You'll live, now you'll never know until next time!
Gwen: You should make sure he's okay…
Me: Fine! *open door and shoves Gwen inside, locks door again* Happy? Chris, may you do the honors?
Chris: Who is this stranger from Duncan's past? How is the love-square going to work out for the couples? What is my point of this random television skit challenge? Find out next time on, TOTAL! DRAMA! ACTION!
Me: Seriously, why are they pirates?!
Chris: I have a theory behind my madness!
Me: whatever, guess I won't find out until next time on-
Chris: Sorry, sweetheart, that's my line.
Me: *cough cough* bastard *cough cough*