This takes place the days after Trent got voted off TDA but before the first Aftermath(there's a week separation of episodes)
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Courtney's POV:
I sat on the divano in the Aftermath studio with the others watching this weeks episode of Total Drama Action. I thought it was really sweet how Trent was throwing his challenges for Gwen. I'd be extremely touched if anyone did that for me. I wanted to punch, punzone Gwen in the face when how she repayed Trent for his kindness was breaking up with him. I felt so bad for him. Especially when after that Gwen decided to tell the Grips to vote Trent off. And they listened. It was cruel. We all went out of the studio to greet Trent when he got out of the Lame-O-Sine. On our way back into the studio (which also holds the hotel we stay in), I talked with Bridgette. "I feel so bad. I mean, if a guy did that for me, I'd be ecstatic! I wouldn't just go and break up with the guy! That was really rude of Gwen, especially when she told his team to vote him off!" I whisper-shouted to Bridgette. "Well, yeah, it was kind of harsh." Bridgette replied. I went up to my room. In a week would be the first Aftermath. I lay down on my letto and tried to close my eyes. But I couldn't sleep. I had a feeling that tomorrow would hold a secret for me. A secret better left untold. The lump in my throat and farfalle in my stomach told me so.
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The successivo giorno when I got to breakfast, I realized I fell asleep with my clothes on. Once I got my breakfast, I sat down at the tavolo successivo to Bridgette. I picked at my waffle, but I wasn't too hungry. I couldn't figure out why I barely got 2 hours of sleep last night, and what the feeling was that caused it. I know I had felt that feeling before, but I couldn't place it. Someone took the empty sede, sedile on my other side. When I looked up, I saw it was Trent. That's when it hit me like a ton of bricks: I had a crush on him. The lump in my throat reformed and the farfalle came back. I could feel myself blush so I jerked my head away and tried to cover the blushing with my hair. I ate a bit of my waffle, even though I still wasn't hungry. I just kept thinking, This can't be happening. This is some sort of nightmare. I'm still asleep. successivo thing I know my waffle will attack me. I couldn't convince myself of that last bit, so I just tried to do my cover up act that I had done first season. I decided to ignore him and talk to Bridgette. I think she could tell that I was trying to avoid something. I was still blushing. I got up from the tavolo and ran. All the way to my room. All the way there I kept trying to convince myself the last few minuti never happened. Then I ran into my bathroom and slammed the door so nobody could see my nervous breakdown. I heard the door to my room creak open, footsteps, and then I heard the door slam again. I walked out of the bathroom cautiosly because I was still a little bit anxious but nothing seemed to be out of place. I sat down on my bed. That's when I noticed that there was a single red rose on my bedside tavolo with a note attatched. It read:
Come to the studio at 7 on Wednsday.
Not even a signature. I didn't recognize the handwriting. I held the rose close, wondering who had left it for me. There were shadows coming from outside, but I ignored them and listened to the canversation. I recognized Bridgette's voice saying "You like her, don't you?" The other voice was male and I knew I heard it before, but it was unplaceable. "Yeah." detto the other voice. I heard Bridgette again, but the two people were walking away an the voices were muffled. I stayed put and lay down on my bed. Whoever the other voice was, I'd find out at 7 on Wednsday.
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I ran down to the studio at 6:58 that Wednsday night. It was a two minuto commute to the studio, so I made sure to get there at 7 on the dot. The studio was dark and I could only faintly see the couches and a figure standing right in front of me. I held the rose in my hand. "So, te got the rose?" asked the person. It was the same voice I heard outside my door earlier. "Yeah. I heard te outside my room, talking to Bridgette." I replied, hoping this would get me closer to finding out who this secret admirer was. "You did?" he asked. I nodded and then I asked: "Who are you?" As if on que, the lights began turning on. They were blinding studio lights, though, so I sheilded my eyes and stumbled back onto one of the couches. As soon as I got used to the light, I saw who the guy was. I could feel myself blush, the lump in my throat come back, the farfalle returning. It was Trent. I got up off the divano and did nothing but blink and breathe. My eyes were wide. I was so stunned I could barely talk, but I managed to get in the words: "I like you, too." And before I knew what was happening, I began to lean in. And then, we kissed. I never wanted to let go. I didn't even notice when about three other people came into ther room. Suddenly, Bridgette came up behind me and tapped my shoulder. I let go and turned quickly. When I saw Izzy, Katie, and Sadie behind her, I went pale. "I, uh, uh, I, this isn't what it- I-I-I mean I wasn't, I just, uh-" I couldn't get the right words. "Your secret's sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza with us. Right guys?" Bridgette assured me. The three other girls nodded. I was still stunned and I walked back up to my room. Come tomorrow, I wouldn't even hint about this on the show. Maybe. I smiled and held the rose. Or maybe I will, I thought. I put down the rose and walked downstairs to go to dinner.
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Ok, I wrote this story just because I was sooo bored and just really felt like Scrivere so I know that it isn't as good as it could be, but, commento please! No rude commenti from DxC fan o TxG fans!
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Courtney's POV:
I sat on the divano in the Aftermath studio with the others watching this weeks episode of Total Drama Action. I thought it was really sweet how Trent was throwing his challenges for Gwen. I'd be extremely touched if anyone did that for me. I wanted to punch, punzone Gwen in the face when how she repayed Trent for his kindness was breaking up with him. I felt so bad for him. Especially when after that Gwen decided to tell the Grips to vote Trent off. And they listened. It was cruel. We all went out of the studio to greet Trent when he got out of the Lame-O-Sine. On our way back into the studio (which also holds the hotel we stay in), I talked with Bridgette. "I feel so bad. I mean, if a guy did that for me, I'd be ecstatic! I wouldn't just go and break up with the guy! That was really rude of Gwen, especially when she told his team to vote him off!" I whisper-shouted to Bridgette. "Well, yeah, it was kind of harsh." Bridgette replied. I went up to my room. In a week would be the first Aftermath. I lay down on my letto and tried to close my eyes. But I couldn't sleep. I had a feeling that tomorrow would hold a secret for me. A secret better left untold. The lump in my throat and farfalle in my stomach told me so.
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The successivo giorno when I got to breakfast, I realized I fell asleep with my clothes on. Once I got my breakfast, I sat down at the tavolo successivo to Bridgette. I picked at my waffle, but I wasn't too hungry. I couldn't figure out why I barely got 2 hours of sleep last night, and what the feeling was that caused it. I know I had felt that feeling before, but I couldn't place it. Someone took the empty sede, sedile on my other side. When I looked up, I saw it was Trent. That's when it hit me like a ton of bricks: I had a crush on him. The lump in my throat reformed and the farfalle came back. I could feel myself blush so I jerked my head away and tried to cover the blushing with my hair. I ate a bit of my waffle, even though I still wasn't hungry. I just kept thinking, This can't be happening. This is some sort of nightmare. I'm still asleep. successivo thing I know my waffle will attack me. I couldn't convince myself of that last bit, so I just tried to do my cover up act that I had done first season. I decided to ignore him and talk to Bridgette. I think she could tell that I was trying to avoid something. I was still blushing. I got up from the tavolo and ran. All the way to my room. All the way there I kept trying to convince myself the last few minuti never happened. Then I ran into my bathroom and slammed the door so nobody could see my nervous breakdown. I heard the door to my room creak open, footsteps, and then I heard the door slam again. I walked out of the bathroom cautiosly because I was still a little bit anxious but nothing seemed to be out of place. I sat down on my bed. That's when I noticed that there was a single red rose on my bedside tavolo with a note attatched. It read:
Come to the studio at 7 on Wednsday.
Not even a signature. I didn't recognize the handwriting. I held the rose close, wondering who had left it for me. There were shadows coming from outside, but I ignored them and listened to the canversation. I recognized Bridgette's voice saying "You like her, don't you?" The other voice was male and I knew I heard it before, but it was unplaceable. "Yeah." detto the other voice. I heard Bridgette again, but the two people were walking away an the voices were muffled. I stayed put and lay down on my bed. Whoever the other voice was, I'd find out at 7 on Wednsday.
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I ran down to the studio at 6:58 that Wednsday night. It was a two minuto commute to the studio, so I made sure to get there at 7 on the dot. The studio was dark and I could only faintly see the couches and a figure standing right in front of me. I held the rose in my hand. "So, te got the rose?" asked the person. It was the same voice I heard outside my door earlier. "Yeah. I heard te outside my room, talking to Bridgette." I replied, hoping this would get me closer to finding out who this secret admirer was. "You did?" he asked. I nodded and then I asked: "Who are you?" As if on que, the lights began turning on. They were blinding studio lights, though, so I sheilded my eyes and stumbled back onto one of the couches. As soon as I got used to the light, I saw who the guy was. I could feel myself blush, the lump in my throat come back, the farfalle returning. It was Trent. I got up off the divano and did nothing but blink and breathe. My eyes were wide. I was so stunned I could barely talk, but I managed to get in the words: "I like you, too." And before I knew what was happening, I began to lean in. And then, we kissed. I never wanted to let go. I didn't even notice when about three other people came into ther room. Suddenly, Bridgette came up behind me and tapped my shoulder. I let go and turned quickly. When I saw Izzy, Katie, and Sadie behind her, I went pale. "I, uh, uh, I, this isn't what it- I-I-I mean I wasn't, I just, uh-" I couldn't get the right words. "Your secret's sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza with us. Right guys?" Bridgette assured me. The three other girls nodded. I was still stunned and I walked back up to my room. Come tomorrow, I wouldn't even hint about this on the show. Maybe. I smiled and held the rose. Or maybe I will, I thought. I put down the rose and walked downstairs to go to dinner.
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Ok, I wrote this story just because I was sooo bored and just really felt like Scrivere so I know that it isn't as good as it could be, but, commento please! No rude commenti from DxC fan o TxG fans!
This takes place the days after Trent got voted off TDA but before the first Aftermath(there's a week separation of episodes)
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Courtney's POV:
I sat on the divano in the Aftermath studio with the others watching this weeks episode of Total Drama Action. I thought it was really sweet how Trent was throwing his challenges for Gwen. I'd be extremely touched if anyone did that for me. I wanted to punch, punzone Gwen in the face when how she repayed Trent for his kindness was breaking up with him. I felt so bad for him. Especially when after that Gwen decided to tell the Grips to vote Trent off. And they listened. It was cruel. We all went out of the studio to greet Trent when he got out of the Lame-O-Sine. On our way back into the studio (which also holds the hotel we stay in), I talked with Bridgette. "I feel so bad. I mean, if a guy did that for me, I'd be ecstatic! I wouldn't just go and break up with the guy! That was really rude of Gwen, especially when she told his team to vote him off!" I whisper-shouted to Bridgette. "Well, yeah, it was kind of harsh." Bridgette replied. I went up to my room. In a week would be the first Aftermath. I lay down on my letto and tried to close my eyes. But I couldn't sleep. I had a feeling that tomorrow would hold a secret for me. A secret better left untold. The lump in my throat and farfalle in my stomach told me so.
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The successivo giorno when I got to breakfast, I realized I fell asleep with my clothes on. Once I got my breakfast, I sat down at the tavolo successivo to Bridgette. I picked at my waffle, but I wasn't too hungry. I couldn't figure out why I barely got 2 hours of sleep last night, and what the feeling was that caused it. I know I had felt that feeling before, but I couldn't place it. Someone took the empty sede, sedile on my other side. When I looked up, I saw it was Trent. That's when it hit me like a ton of bricks: I had a crush on him. The lump in my throat reformed and the farfalle came back. I could feel myself blush so I jerked my head away and tried to cover the blushing with my hair. I ate a bit of my waffle, even though I still wasn't hungry. I just kept thinking, This can't be happening. This is some sort of nightmare. I'm still asleep. successivo thing I know my waffle will attack me. I couldn't convince myself of that last bit, so I just tried to do my cover up act that I had done first season. I decided to ignore him and talk to Bridgette. I think she could tell that I was trying to avoid something. I was still blushing. I got up from the tavolo and ran. All the way to my room. All the way there I kept trying to convince myself the last few minuti never happened. Then I ran into my bathroom and slammed the door so nobody could see my nervous breakdown. I heard the door to my room creak open, footsteps, and then I heard the door slam again. I walked out of the bathroom cautiosly because I was still a little bit anxious but nothing seemed to be out of place. I sat down on my bed. That's when I noticed that there was a single red rose on my bedside tavolo with a note attatched. It read:
Come to the studio at 7 on Wednsday.
Not even a signature. I didn't recognize the handwriting. I held the rose close, wondering who had left it for me. There were shadows coming from outside, but I ignored them and listened to the canversation. I recognized Bridgette's voice saying "You like her, don't you?" The other voice was male and I knew I heard it before, but it was unplaceable. "Yeah." detto the other voice. I heard Bridgette again, but the two people were walking away an the voices were muffled. I stayed put and lay down on my bed. Whoever the other voice was, I'd find out at 7 on Wednsday.
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I ran down to the studio at 6:58 that Wednsday night. It was a two minuto commute to the studio, so I made sure to get there at 7 on the dot. The studio was dark and I could only faintly see the couches and a figure standing right in front of me. I held the rose in my hand. "So, te got the rose?" asked the person. It was the same voice I heard outside my door earlier. "Yeah. I heard te outside my room, talking to Bridgette." I replied, hoping this would get me closer to finding out who this secret admirer was. "You did?" he asked. I nodded and then I asked: "Who are you?" As if on que, the lights began turning on. They were blinding studio lights, though, so I sheilded my eyes and stumbled back onto one of the couches. As soon as I got used to the light, I saw who the guy was. I could feel myself blush, the lump in my throat come back, the farfalle returning. It was Trent. I got up off the divano and did nothing but blink and breathe. My eyes were wide. I was so stunned I could barely talk, but I managed to get in the words: "I like you, too." And before I knew what was happening, I began to lean in. And then, we kissed. I never wanted to let go. I didn't even notice when about three other people came into ther room. Suddenly, Bridgette came up behind me and tapped my shoulder. I let go and turned quickly. When I saw Izzy, Katie, and Sadie behind her, I went pale. "I, uh, uh, I, this isn't what it- I-I-I mean I wasn't, I just, uh-" I couldn't get the right words. "Your secret's sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza with us. Right guys?" Bridgette assured me. The three other girls nodded. I was still stunned and I walked back up to my room. Come tomorrow, I wouldn't even hint about this on the show. Maybe. I smiled and held the rose. Or maybe I will, I thought. I put down the rose and walked downstairs to go to dinner.
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Ok, I wrote this story just because I was sooo bored and just really felt like Scrivere so I know that it isn't as good as it could be, but, commento please! No rude commenti from DxC fan o TxG fans!
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Courtney's POV:
I sat on the divano in the Aftermath studio with the others watching this weeks episode of Total Drama Action. I thought it was really sweet how Trent was throwing his challenges for Gwen. I'd be extremely touched if anyone did that for me. I wanted to punch, punzone Gwen in the face when how she repayed Trent for his kindness was breaking up with him. I felt so bad for him. Especially when after that Gwen decided to tell the Grips to vote Trent off. And they listened. It was cruel. We all went out of the studio to greet Trent when he got out of the Lame-O-Sine. On our way back into the studio (which also holds the hotel we stay in), I talked with Bridgette. "I feel so bad. I mean, if a guy did that for me, I'd be ecstatic! I wouldn't just go and break up with the guy! That was really rude of Gwen, especially when she told his team to vote him off!" I whisper-shouted to Bridgette. "Well, yeah, it was kind of harsh." Bridgette replied. I went up to my room. In a week would be the first Aftermath. I lay down on my letto and tried to close my eyes. But I couldn't sleep. I had a feeling that tomorrow would hold a secret for me. A secret better left untold. The lump in my throat and farfalle in my stomach told me so.
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The successivo giorno when I got to breakfast, I realized I fell asleep with my clothes on. Once I got my breakfast, I sat down at the tavolo successivo to Bridgette. I picked at my waffle, but I wasn't too hungry. I couldn't figure out why I barely got 2 hours of sleep last night, and what the feeling was that caused it. I know I had felt that feeling before, but I couldn't place it. Someone took the empty sede, sedile on my other side. When I looked up, I saw it was Trent. That's when it hit me like a ton of bricks: I had a crush on him. The lump in my throat reformed and the farfalle came back. I could feel myself blush so I jerked my head away and tried to cover the blushing with my hair. I ate a bit of my waffle, even though I still wasn't hungry. I just kept thinking, This can't be happening. This is some sort of nightmare. I'm still asleep. successivo thing I know my waffle will attack me. I couldn't convince myself of that last bit, so I just tried to do my cover up act that I had done first season. I decided to ignore him and talk to Bridgette. I think she could tell that I was trying to avoid something. I was still blushing. I got up from the tavolo and ran. All the way to my room. All the way there I kept trying to convince myself the last few minuti never happened. Then I ran into my bathroom and slammed the door so nobody could see my nervous breakdown. I heard the door to my room creak open, footsteps, and then I heard the door slam again. I walked out of the bathroom cautiosly because I was still a little bit anxious but nothing seemed to be out of place. I sat down on my bed. That's when I noticed that there was a single red rose on my bedside tavolo with a note attatched. It read:
Come to the studio at 7 on Wednsday.
Not even a signature. I didn't recognize the handwriting. I held the rose close, wondering who had left it for me. There were shadows coming from outside, but I ignored them and listened to the canversation. I recognized Bridgette's voice saying "You like her, don't you?" The other voice was male and I knew I heard it before, but it was unplaceable. "Yeah." detto the other voice. I heard Bridgette again, but the two people were walking away an the voices were muffled. I stayed put and lay down on my bed. Whoever the other voice was, I'd find out at 7 on Wednsday.
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I ran down to the studio at 6:58 that Wednsday night. It was a two minuto commute to the studio, so I made sure to get there at 7 on the dot. The studio was dark and I could only faintly see the couches and a figure standing right in front of me. I held the rose in my hand. "So, te got the rose?" asked the person. It was the same voice I heard outside my door earlier. "Yeah. I heard te outside my room, talking to Bridgette." I replied, hoping this would get me closer to finding out who this secret admirer was. "You did?" he asked. I nodded and then I asked: "Who are you?" As if on que, the lights began turning on. They were blinding studio lights, though, so I sheilded my eyes and stumbled back onto one of the couches. As soon as I got used to the light, I saw who the guy was. I could feel myself blush, the lump in my throat come back, the farfalle returning. It was Trent. I got up off the divano and did nothing but blink and breathe. My eyes were wide. I was so stunned I could barely talk, but I managed to get in the words: "I like you, too." And before I knew what was happening, I began to lean in. And then, we kissed. I never wanted to let go. I didn't even notice when about three other people came into ther room. Suddenly, Bridgette came up behind me and tapped my shoulder. I let go and turned quickly. When I saw Izzy, Katie, and Sadie behind her, I went pale. "I, uh, uh, I, this isn't what it- I-I-I mean I wasn't, I just, uh-" I couldn't get the right words. "Your secret's sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza with us. Right guys?" Bridgette assured me. The three other girls nodded. I was still stunned and I walked back up to my room. Come tomorrow, I wouldn't even hint about this on the show. Maybe. I smiled and held the rose. Or maybe I will, I thought. I put down the rose and walked downstairs to go to dinner.
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Ok, I wrote this story just because I was sooo bored and just really felt like Scrivere so I know that it isn't as good as it could be, but, commento please! No rude commenti from DxC fan o TxG fans!
OMG OMG OMG!
Woah... 0.o
Ok...
Im a dXc fan BUT if duncan wasn't in TDI, TDA and TDtM then i would TOTALLY want them 2 get 2getha coz if te think about it...
Trent can play the acoustic chitarra and can sing really well.
Courtney can play the electric chitarra (and the violin) and can sing really well 2...
If gwenXtrent o duncanXcourtney weren't created then i think i'd be obsessed with courtneyXtrent lyk im obsessed with duncanXcourtney! LOL!
So i guess there's probably a gXd spot aswell >:(
Woah... 0.o
Ok...
Im a dXc fan BUT if duncan wasn't in TDI, TDA and TDtM then i would TOTALLY want them 2 get 2getha coz if te think about it...
Trent can play the acoustic chitarra and can sing really well.
Courtney can play the electric chitarra (and the violin) and can sing really well 2...
If gwenXtrent o duncanXcourtney weren't created then i think i'd be obsessed with courtneyXtrent lyk im obsessed with duncanXcourtney! LOL!
So i guess there's probably a gXd spot aswell >:(
Every Thursday night I yell at my TV saying "C'MON FALL IN Amore ALREADY!!!!!!!"
There are più rumors about Trent and Gwen getting back together. If I was Trent, I would stay away from her at all costs.
Sience the DxG thing is really close to happening, I think TxC has a 99.9% chance.
Just think about it. From a small TDI spot with a poorly made icona to a popolare cartoon show's newest cannone couple. And it's all thanks to a great idea from us Fanpoppers.
Courtney has called Trent a loser in the 1st TDA aftermath. That could change, te know. It all could change.
But enough with the steryotypical 'cool guy and goth girl' couple. It's boring and stupid.
If we believe enough, the two could be a grat couple. They could get commenti like "TxC forever!!!" But enough with that bullshit.
If Teletoon listened to all of our great couple ideas, than they would know what to do to make the fan happy.
But for now, mark my words:
TXC FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There are più rumors about Trent and Gwen getting back together. If I was Trent, I would stay away from her at all costs.
Sience the DxG thing is really close to happening, I think TxC has a 99.9% chance.
Just think about it. From a small TDI spot with a poorly made icona to a popolare cartoon show's newest cannone couple. And it's all thanks to a great idea from us Fanpoppers.
Courtney has called Trent a loser in the 1st TDA aftermath. That could change, te know. It all could change.
But enough with the steryotypical 'cool guy and goth girl' couple. It's boring and stupid.
If we believe enough, the two could be a grat couple. They could get commenti like "TxC forever!!!" But enough with that bullshit.
If Teletoon listened to all of our great couple ideas, than they would know what to do to make the fan happy.
But for now, mark my words:
TXC FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!