Late successivo afternoon, Duncan and Courtney were walking along the cracked sidewalks in downtown Chicago. They were heading towards the grocery store for the weekly grocery shopping. Since she was going to be the secretary at the Log cabina Company, she had to find out some of Duncan’s spending habits. Like, for example, what he bought to eat every week.
Then another thought was nagging at the back of Courtney’s head: Where did Mary live? What speakeasy did she work at? The urge to scratch out Mary’s eyes out with Courtney’s French-tipped fingernails bubbled up each time she thought about the party.
Duncan opened the door for Courtney and they walked into the cool air-conditioned building. She pulled a sheet of paper out of her borsa and led Duncan straight into the produce section. “Alright, so. We’ll need tomatoes, carrots, celery, spinach, lettuce…” Courtney lists.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Princess. Why do we need freakin’ vegetables? It’s a waste of my money,” he groans. Courtney taps her foot on the hardwood floor and glares at Duncan.
“You told me I would be in charge of buying the groceries this week. And I plan on buying a nutritious, well-rounded meal plan that don’t fall into the mere two categories te eat from: meat and liquor,” Courtney responds. Duncan rolls his eyes at her moot point, because he was obviously still healthy from eating meat and birra all his teenage life.
She smiles in success and begins piling groceries into Duncan’s open arms. After about half an hour, they walk over to the cash register and Duncan glares at the nerdy cashier, who looked as if he was about to burst out laughing at any moment from watching a tough guy like Duncan go grocery shopping with his girl.
Once all the groceries were rung up, Courtney hands the wad of cash Duncan had dato her as her budget for the shopping trip. Duncan smirks at the cashier, whose eyes went wide at all the money. He grabs the groceries in the plastic bags and holds the door open for Courtney with his hip.
“I believe that was a successful shopping trip,” she preens, tossing her thick brown hair over her shoulder and grinning at Duncan.
“Sure thing, darling.”
They were within sight of the Log cabina hideout when the sound of a speeding car roared behind them. Duncan spins around, and a glint of something silver hanging out of the open window catches his eye. “Fuck!” Duncan shouts, “Courtney!”
In a mere secondo o two, he had dropped the groceries and shoved Courtney into the brick bacheca of an apartment building. She gasps as the breath is taken out of her, and Duncan steps up to her body. Duncan’s hip and Courtney’s hips were pressed together. His arms were around her shoulders, and his hand was on the back of her neck, holding her head against his chest. Courtney was completely shielded from the rest of the world. She was about to shove him away when…
Rapid gunfire flew through the air, chipping the brick surrounding Duncan and Courtney. The screech of squealing tires filled the air and the car zooms off. The whole thing couldn’t have taken più than a few mere seconds.
“C’mon, we gotta get out of here before they drive around the block and come back for another shot,” Duncan says grimly, taking Courtney’s hand and leading her to the apartment. She looks over her shoulder at the abandoned groceries on the sidewalk. She turns back to Duncan and notices his jaw tightly clenched. The successivo thing Courtney notices, as they walk through the front door, is the bright red gash across Duncan’s upper arm.
She gasps and drops Duncan’s hand. “Oh my God, Duncan, you’re hurt!” Courtney exclaims.
He looks down at his arm with amusement. “Yeah, Princess… I’ve noticed,” he risposte with the regular smirk plastered on his face. He starts walking upstairs with Courtney right on his heels.
“But… te should go to the hospital! te were shot!”
“Correction, babe. I was grazed da a bullet, not shot. I’ll be perfectly fine. Nothing a bandage can’t fix in a giorno o two.” Duncan walks into a room with white walls, white cots, and all-white furniture. Courtney follows him as he sits down on a white sgabello and props his forearm onto a white counter.
Damien saunters into the room in front of another guy with a dark bowl-cut and lighter brown streaks. Damien claps his hands together and motions to the tall, tan, dark-haired teen. “Announcing… Craig!” Damien announces theatrically. Craig bows down deep, nearly bending entirely in half. Once he stands up again, his hair naturally flips back into place and he fixes the placement of his thick, black, rectangular glasses on his nose.
Wait… this was Craig, Courtney noticed, The guys who invented those anti-hangover pills. She all of a sudden had a new appreciation for him. He must be the kind of ‘doctor’ in this place because of his obvious brains and intelligence.
Damien stands against the bacheca successivo to Courtney and they watch as Craig begins shuffling through the drawers underneath the counter Duncan’s arm was resting on. Craig pulls out various cloths, rags, pins, gauze, and creams and places them on the counter while Duncan slowly unbuttons his white cotton shirt. With each new button unbuttoned, Courtney’s eyes became even più transfixed on Duncan’s tan chest.
Of course she was expecting muscles, after all, he was a juvenile delinquent, but that was no preparation for what was to come.
Duncan had large pecs, enveloping his whole chest in pure muscle. A chiseled line ran down his stomach, creating a large cavity that diviso, spalato into six cracks that separated his eight-pack abs. His skin was smooth with no trace of chest hair o a Happy Trail, which was good, because hair was somehow a turn-off to Courtney.
Duncan’s shoulder muscles ripple underneath his skin as he slides his camicia off of him. He tosses his camicia at Courtney, snapping her out of her daze. She catches the soft fabric in her hands and notices that the camicia was still warm from his skin. Courtney looks up and sees the smirk on Duncan’s face as if he was telepathically telling her that he saw her staring at him. She blushes and quickly looks down at his camicia in her hands, suddenly extremely focused on a clear button, but not before she saw his wink in her direction.
“I’m… tired. Pardon me,” Courtney murmurs, quickly thinking up an excuse to get the heck out of there, before her cheeks set fuoco to the room.
“Can’t take much più of staring at my body?” Duncan calls after her, a smirk evident on his lips as Craig gets to work. Courtney rolls her eyes to keep from trembling in embarrassment. She heads to Duncan’s room and tosses his camicia on the bed, shutting the door behind her.
Quickly, Courtney strips down into her bra and underwear and snatches her pajamas from the chair in the corner of the room. She slips on a pair of green plaid, mid-thigh length Soffe boxer-shorts that she has salvaged from her closet. Then she slid the long-sleeved, white cotton button-up camicia Duncan had lent her around her torso -- just because the camicia was extremely comfortable to sleep in.
Suddenly, the door bursts open while Courtney’s camicia was yet hardly buttoned. She lets out a startled yelp and does the best she can to close the open flaps of the shirt. Duncan stood there, still shirtless, but now with a bandage around his shoulder/arm. There was no smirk, no perverted comment.
He immediately steps up to Courtney and grabs her arms, bringing her as close to him as Courtney’s ample chest would allow without her squeaking in pain. Duncan leans down and kisses her with an uncharacteristic sense of urgency and lust… Usually Duncan’s kisses were gentle and sweet. The grip of Courtney’s fist keeping her camicia closed slowly lessened.
Somehow, both of them managed to stumble over to the bed, where Duncan landed with Courtney on superiore, in alto of him.
Then another thought was nagging at the back of Courtney’s head: Where did Mary live? What speakeasy did she work at? The urge to scratch out Mary’s eyes out with Courtney’s French-tipped fingernails bubbled up each time she thought about the party.
Duncan opened the door for Courtney and they walked into the cool air-conditioned building. She pulled a sheet of paper out of her borsa and led Duncan straight into the produce section. “Alright, so. We’ll need tomatoes, carrots, celery, spinach, lettuce…” Courtney lists.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Princess. Why do we need freakin’ vegetables? It’s a waste of my money,” he groans. Courtney taps her foot on the hardwood floor and glares at Duncan.
“You told me I would be in charge of buying the groceries this week. And I plan on buying a nutritious, well-rounded meal plan that don’t fall into the mere two categories te eat from: meat and liquor,” Courtney responds. Duncan rolls his eyes at her moot point, because he was obviously still healthy from eating meat and birra all his teenage life.
She smiles in success and begins piling groceries into Duncan’s open arms. After about half an hour, they walk over to the cash register and Duncan glares at the nerdy cashier, who looked as if he was about to burst out laughing at any moment from watching a tough guy like Duncan go grocery shopping with his girl.
Once all the groceries were rung up, Courtney hands the wad of cash Duncan had dato her as her budget for the shopping trip. Duncan smirks at the cashier, whose eyes went wide at all the money. He grabs the groceries in the plastic bags and holds the door open for Courtney with his hip.
“I believe that was a successful shopping trip,” she preens, tossing her thick brown hair over her shoulder and grinning at Duncan.
“Sure thing, darling.”
They were within sight of the Log cabina hideout when the sound of a speeding car roared behind them. Duncan spins around, and a glint of something silver hanging out of the open window catches his eye. “Fuck!” Duncan shouts, “Courtney!”
In a mere secondo o two, he had dropped the groceries and shoved Courtney into the brick bacheca of an apartment building. She gasps as the breath is taken out of her, and Duncan steps up to her body. Duncan’s hip and Courtney’s hips were pressed together. His arms were around her shoulders, and his hand was on the back of her neck, holding her head against his chest. Courtney was completely shielded from the rest of the world. She was about to shove him away when…
Rapid gunfire flew through the air, chipping the brick surrounding Duncan and Courtney. The screech of squealing tires filled the air and the car zooms off. The whole thing couldn’t have taken più than a few mere seconds.
“C’mon, we gotta get out of here before they drive around the block and come back for another shot,” Duncan says grimly, taking Courtney’s hand and leading her to the apartment. She looks over her shoulder at the abandoned groceries on the sidewalk. She turns back to Duncan and notices his jaw tightly clenched. The successivo thing Courtney notices, as they walk through the front door, is the bright red gash across Duncan’s upper arm.
She gasps and drops Duncan’s hand. “Oh my God, Duncan, you’re hurt!” Courtney exclaims.
He looks down at his arm with amusement. “Yeah, Princess… I’ve noticed,” he risposte with the regular smirk plastered on his face. He starts walking upstairs with Courtney right on his heels.
“But… te should go to the hospital! te were shot!”
“Correction, babe. I was grazed da a bullet, not shot. I’ll be perfectly fine. Nothing a bandage can’t fix in a giorno o two.” Duncan walks into a room with white walls, white cots, and all-white furniture. Courtney follows him as he sits down on a white sgabello and props his forearm onto a white counter.
Damien saunters into the room in front of another guy with a dark bowl-cut and lighter brown streaks. Damien claps his hands together and motions to the tall, tan, dark-haired teen. “Announcing… Craig!” Damien announces theatrically. Craig bows down deep, nearly bending entirely in half. Once he stands up again, his hair naturally flips back into place and he fixes the placement of his thick, black, rectangular glasses on his nose.
Wait… this was Craig, Courtney noticed, The guys who invented those anti-hangover pills. She all of a sudden had a new appreciation for him. He must be the kind of ‘doctor’ in this place because of his obvious brains and intelligence.
Damien stands against the bacheca successivo to Courtney and they watch as Craig begins shuffling through the drawers underneath the counter Duncan’s arm was resting on. Craig pulls out various cloths, rags, pins, gauze, and creams and places them on the counter while Duncan slowly unbuttons his white cotton shirt. With each new button unbuttoned, Courtney’s eyes became even più transfixed on Duncan’s tan chest.
Of course she was expecting muscles, after all, he was a juvenile delinquent, but that was no preparation for what was to come.
Duncan had large pecs, enveloping his whole chest in pure muscle. A chiseled line ran down his stomach, creating a large cavity that diviso, spalato into six cracks that separated his eight-pack abs. His skin was smooth with no trace of chest hair o a Happy Trail, which was good, because hair was somehow a turn-off to Courtney.
Duncan’s shoulder muscles ripple underneath his skin as he slides his camicia off of him. He tosses his camicia at Courtney, snapping her out of her daze. She catches the soft fabric in her hands and notices that the camicia was still warm from his skin. Courtney looks up and sees the smirk on Duncan’s face as if he was telepathically telling her that he saw her staring at him. She blushes and quickly looks down at his camicia in her hands, suddenly extremely focused on a clear button, but not before she saw his wink in her direction.
“I’m… tired. Pardon me,” Courtney murmurs, quickly thinking up an excuse to get the heck out of there, before her cheeks set fuoco to the room.
“Can’t take much più of staring at my body?” Duncan calls after her, a smirk evident on his lips as Craig gets to work. Courtney rolls her eyes to keep from trembling in embarrassment. She heads to Duncan’s room and tosses his camicia on the bed, shutting the door behind her.
Quickly, Courtney strips down into her bra and underwear and snatches her pajamas from the chair in the corner of the room. She slips on a pair of green plaid, mid-thigh length Soffe boxer-shorts that she has salvaged from her closet. Then she slid the long-sleeved, white cotton button-up camicia Duncan had lent her around her torso -- just because the camicia was extremely comfortable to sleep in.
Suddenly, the door bursts open while Courtney’s camicia was yet hardly buttoned. She lets out a startled yelp and does the best she can to close the open flaps of the shirt. Duncan stood there, still shirtless, but now with a bandage around his shoulder/arm. There was no smirk, no perverted comment.
He immediately steps up to Courtney and grabs her arms, bringing her as close to him as Courtney’s ample chest would allow without her squeaking in pain. Duncan leans down and kisses her with an uncharacteristic sense of urgency and lust… Usually Duncan’s kisses were gentle and sweet. The grip of Courtney’s fist keeping her camicia closed slowly lessened.
Somehow, both of them managed to stumble over to the bed, where Duncan landed with Courtney on superiore, in alto of him.
Phil: last time on total drama the haunting, 2 campers got to be clowns while the rest sat down to watch it at the end jumanji won the zombies a trip home. what will happen who will loose and while my girlfriend visit find out più on this episode of total drama the haunting.
*horn honking*
Phil: looks like there back
killer zombies: *getting out of limo*
Phil: wait for it
death: were already here
*another car horn
Phil: say hi to Alex and Kevin the werewolf
Aydan: why is Alex back?
Phil: i Lost a bet
jumanji: what is the werewolf here
Phil: that was the bet, oh and i'm getting bored of the teams, so i'm breaking the teams, ghost bring the zombies
ghost: ok
Phil: time for a commercial break
*horn honking*
Phil: looks like there back
killer zombies: *getting out of limo*
Phil: wait for it
death: were already here
*another car horn
Phil: say hi to Alex and Kevin the werewolf
Aydan: why is Alex back?
Phil: i Lost a bet
jumanji: what is the werewolf here
Phil: that was the bet, oh and i'm getting bored of the teams, so i'm breaking the teams, ghost bring the zombies
ghost: ok
Phil: time for a commercial break
Last time on TOTAL DRAMA FREAKS
Everyone started going crazy,and got trapped in the 'candy cane cave' wich was just a house.
*Purple air floats in**everyone faints*
7 hours later
*Everyone wakes up*
"Huh?Who are te people?Who am I?"asked Alex."Aleeeexxxxx?!You-hoooo?!It's me Bridgette?!"said Bridgette,flicking her forehead.*Ronnie turns head*"Whoa!What's that?!""I think it's aaaaaaaaa"Tyler yawned.*Every looks*"UNICORNIES!!!Swimming in pee!!"yelled Vanessa,staring at trees."Let's go look at the unicorni and cookies."said Yoko and DJ.
*Everyone walks over*
"Look,unicorns and Steel!!!I Amore STEEL!!"yelled Noah and Brooke together.*They both lick it*
"Where are we?What are unicorni and what is steel?sfjdjhfsh" detto Alex.">.- owww i jabed my eye with a horn!"yelled Bridgette."
PART 2 COMING SOON
Everyone started going crazy,and got trapped in the 'candy cane cave' wich was just a house.
*Purple air floats in**everyone faints*
7 hours later
*Everyone wakes up*
"Huh?Who are te people?Who am I?"asked Alex."Aleeeexxxxx?!You-hoooo?!It's me Bridgette?!"said Bridgette,flicking her forehead.*Ronnie turns head*"Whoa!What's that?!""I think it's aaaaaaaaa"Tyler yawned.*Every looks*"UNICORNIES!!!Swimming in pee!!"yelled Vanessa,staring at trees."Let's go look at the unicorni and cookies."said Yoko and DJ.
*Everyone walks over*
"Look,unicorns and Steel!!!I Amore STEEL!!"yelled Noah and Brooke together.*They both lick it*
"Where are we?What are unicorni and what is steel?sfjdjhfsh" detto Alex.">.- owww i jabed my eye with a horn!"yelled Bridgette."
PART 2 COMING SOON
*All contestants sitting around a campfire at night*"I'm scared of bats..."Said Juno."I'm scared of you."Said Sumer."SHUT THE HECK UP!""I'm really scared of hieghts."She confessed."I'm scared of bats."Said Izzy."I'm terrfied da Justin's face and earwigs"said Brooke.
"This week one TDF,Leshawna will be co-hosting.Yes,i know she is one of your faves,and she's also my freind.Here's her special entrance."
*Leshawna walks in all cool with awesome Musica playing in the "BG"*"What's sup,Andrea?Besides having to hang at this aweful camp again?""Nothing much,ok so we'll meet with the campers in 10,ok?""Ok."
*Dining Hall*
"Sumer,do te honestly think i'd nearly kill te without a good reason?"Juno."Yes,that's just like you.""We've spent 7 weeks here are te think te know me?You don't.SO if i was you,i'd shut up."
"Ok groovy cats!This week we're having one of my fave chaellenge!PHOBIA FACTOR!We got everyone to say thier fears,so this will be no problem."
TO BE CONTINUED
"This week one TDF,Leshawna will be co-hosting.Yes,i know she is one of your faves,and she's also my freind.Here's her special entrance."
*Leshawna walks in all cool with awesome Musica playing in the "BG"*"What's sup,Andrea?Besides having to hang at this aweful camp again?""Nothing much,ok so we'll meet with the campers in 10,ok?""Ok."
*Dining Hall*
"Sumer,do te honestly think i'd nearly kill te without a good reason?"Juno."Yes,that's just like you.""We've spent 7 weeks here are te think te know me?You don't.SO if i was you,i'd shut up."
"Ok groovy cats!This week we're having one of my fave chaellenge!PHOBIA FACTOR!We got everyone to say thier fears,so this will be no problem."
TO BE CONTINUED