(This begins somewhere between Izzy's 2nd elimination and After The Dock Of Shame and ends at TDDDDI. POV of Courtney.)
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Izzy just got off the bateau after being eliminated for the seconde time and yet was still all smiles. That girl is nutso. I was swimming in the deeper end of the pool, thinking about Duncan as usual. When I came up for air, someone colombe in, splashing me. I didn't care, because I was already wet, but still kinda peeved. The person came up infront of me. It was Trent. Considering I could care less about that guy, I swam away. That's when I noticed that my chest was fluttery and I was blushing. I had no idea what to think. So I swam to the edge of the pool, climbed out, grabbed a towel, and ran straight up to my room. The rooms at Playa de Losers were so incredibly nicer and glacière than the Wawanakwa cabins, even though a tranlation of Playa de Losers from Spanish is plage of Losers, ou Loser Beach. I changed quickly and sat on the gray and white canopy lit that was set up in the room that was designated for me when I had gotten there and pulled my light purple and blue diary from under my pillow(Gwen isn't the only one with a diary). I flipped though, scanning the pages from each challenge. Ones that stuck out were the talent show, the camping trip, the cooking challenge, and and especially the boot camp challenge. Especially that one. I slipped it back to it's hiding l’espace and my cheeks still looked red and blushy when I looked in the light blue and white vanity mirror. Suddenly, I placed the feeling. It's how I get around Duncan. It was... love. But why was I feeling this when Trent was there? Is it possible that I... like him? Nah, I probably was just thinking about that time Duncan and I were in the lake one time between episodes 11 and 12. So, I changed back into my still soaked bathing suit and raced downstairs, happy to know nothing weird would happen soon. I ran super fast and flipped into the pool. I swam around for a bit and floated on my back, laughing, unitl I reached the jus, jus de bar that was in the pool. I was about to sit suivant to Lindsay and Beth, who were sipping banane Fofanna smoothies, when a voiced behind me asked "Hey, um, what happened before?" I instantly turned around. And of course, it was Trent. I was blushing again. " Oh, I, um, forgot to...turn the water off in my bathroom! I mean, don't want to waist water, hehe." I spoke nevously, backing up. That's when I backed into a tabouret at the jus, jus de bar and fell over it. I have never been that clumsy in my entire life. Seriously, that was probably the first time I ever tripped since I learned how to walk. So I ran to the steps after I got up and walked to the hot tub and sat on the edge. Bridgete was there, leaning her elbows on the edge, staring at the sky, obviously wishing Geoff was there. She's done that for two hours at least every single day. And then she wonders why there are marks on her elbows. "Any chance that you'll quit sulking and talk to me for a minute?" I asked her. "What happened before? I saw toi fall when toi were over talking to Trent," She a dit looking up at me, "And you're blushing." " I...um...was, surprised." I lied. I knew exactly what happend now. I was...lovestruck. I could feel the blood pulsing though my body, my cœur, coeur racing. "Courtney, that's how toi used to get when we'd ask about Duncan off camera. Spill, Courtney. toi like him." She replied. "No! Not at all is this any way similar to that! I used to make remarks about him and hate on him as a cover! I never did hate him! But-" I lowered my voice so no one could hear. "But I do not like Trent. I mean, sure, he can sing and play guitar, whoop-dee-doo. It doesn't make him all that, I mean-" I cut myself off from my quiet rant when Bridgette gave me an 'I-Just-Proved-My-Point' stare, arms crossed, narrowed eyes, a smirk on her face.
(There is a non-televised confessional at Playa de Losers, so I'll include that occasionally)
PDL Confessionals:
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Courtney: These aren't televised, so, I just want to say that I do not like Trent. Sure, I've gotten 9 ou so e-mails about the topic, all from the same three girls and I always respond 'Not going to happen.' Am I trying to change the subject to refrain from saying that I like Trent? Oh, (bleep)! (slaps hand to face and then smiles nervously into camera)
Bridgette: I can read faces. And Courtney's face is always a book. Today, I'm lire "Courtney likes Trent."
End PDL Confessionals
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"Is it that obvious?" I finally broke down. She nodded. I sighed and stepped over to the jus, jus de bar to get a Banana-Mango Fusion smoothie. As I sipped on the ice cold smoothie, Izzy, who was sittting suivant to me, turned to me and a dit "You wuv him." "Who?" I asked, trying not to acknowledge that I knew very well who. "Trent, silly goose!" she replied. I slammed down my smoothie and protested. "WHAT? No!" I shouted. "Yes toi do! We heard toi say so to Bridgette! Right, Bridgette?" she spoke. Bridgette winked and gave a thumbs up. My mouth gaped. Apparently 'we' ment Lindsay and Beth because they nodded in agreement. I tried to change the subject in my mind. I thought how funny it was that they should end up Friends because they were all in Heather's alliance at one point ou another. But then I responded "Well, just keep it on the down-low, OK?" I asked. They all nodded. I finished off my smoothie and then swam back into the pool and did backflips and somersaults and handstands where it was shallower. I colombe deep into the water on the diving board, purposly splashing a group sitting on the pool's edge that included Katie, Sadie, and Ezekiel with water. I think I already got over the whole thing voted off thing because this place is just so nice. But, I'm not going to let any camera know that. Word on the rue is that they're filming a special "After the Dock of Shame" episode here suivant week. There is a really weak and wobbly lamppost here so I plan to use that to my advantage. I came up for air and climbed on to an empty pool float and started to fall asleep a bit. The hot summer sun evaporated the water off of me. I only woke when someone bumped into the bottom of my float. "Hey, watch where you're-" I started to yell until I saw his face. Guess who? Did toi say Trent? Then you're right! Want a cookie? Anyway I stopped my rant and could feel myself blushing again. "What happened before?" he asked. "I'l tell toi later. Meet me at 8:30 near the confession booth." I replied. Then I colombe off the float and swam away.
FF TO 8:30
I walked to the confession booth and sat on the bech outside of it. Instead of the confessional here being an outhouse, it was a little photo booth. Exept with a video camera. I sat down and soon, Trent came walking over and sat suivant to me. I knew I was blushing but didn't even bother to cover it up. " So, uh, listen, the thing is, I kinda..." I trailed off, too nervous to say more. I started to sweat. I could feel th blood in my veins. My arms felt weak and there was a lump in mt throat. "What is it?" he asked. It seemed he cared about everyone, because that's what ended him up here, two short weeks after me. But that was Heather's fault too. Even though she is a horrible actress. She can't lie while fake crying, either. I really wanted to blurt out what I wanted to say. I could feel the want building up. "I...I..." I tried to say it. I just was too nervous. Suddenly, I got a burst of confidence. I finally got the courage to speak. "I like you, ok? I was running away because I kept getting really nervous. I just didn't want to say. I didn't want a heartbreak. Not again. Not again." I said. I was on the verge of tears. But then he spoke. "really? 'cause, I'm kinda into you, too." Thats when my spirits lifted. I smiled softly and did the most daring thing ever...
...I kissed him.
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Izzy just got off the bateau after being eliminated for the seconde time and yet was still all smiles. That girl is nutso. I was swimming in the deeper end of the pool, thinking about Duncan as usual. When I came up for air, someone colombe in, splashing me. I didn't care, because I was already wet, but still kinda peeved. The person came up infront of me. It was Trent. Considering I could care less about that guy, I swam away. That's when I noticed that my chest was fluttery and I was blushing. I had no idea what to think. So I swam to the edge of the pool, climbed out, grabbed a towel, and ran straight up to my room. The rooms at Playa de Losers were so incredibly nicer and glacière than the Wawanakwa cabins, even though a tranlation of Playa de Losers from Spanish is plage of Losers, ou Loser Beach. I changed quickly and sat on the gray and white canopy lit that was set up in the room that was designated for me when I had gotten there and pulled my light purple and blue diary from under my pillow(Gwen isn't the only one with a diary). I flipped though, scanning the pages from each challenge. Ones that stuck out were the talent show, the camping trip, the cooking challenge, and and especially the boot camp challenge. Especially that one. I slipped it back to it's hiding l’espace and my cheeks still looked red and blushy when I looked in the light blue and white vanity mirror. Suddenly, I placed the feeling. It's how I get around Duncan. It was... love. But why was I feeling this when Trent was there? Is it possible that I... like him? Nah, I probably was just thinking about that time Duncan and I were in the lake one time between episodes 11 and 12. So, I changed back into my still soaked bathing suit and raced downstairs, happy to know nothing weird would happen soon. I ran super fast and flipped into the pool. I swam around for a bit and floated on my back, laughing, unitl I reached the jus, jus de bar that was in the pool. I was about to sit suivant to Lindsay and Beth, who were sipping banane Fofanna smoothies, when a voiced behind me asked "Hey, um, what happened before?" I instantly turned around. And of course, it was Trent. I was blushing again. " Oh, I, um, forgot to...turn the water off in my bathroom! I mean, don't want to waist water, hehe." I spoke nevously, backing up. That's when I backed into a tabouret at the jus, jus de bar and fell over it. I have never been that clumsy in my entire life. Seriously, that was probably the first time I ever tripped since I learned how to walk. So I ran to the steps after I got up and walked to the hot tub and sat on the edge. Bridgete was there, leaning her elbows on the edge, staring at the sky, obviously wishing Geoff was there. She's done that for two hours at least every single day. And then she wonders why there are marks on her elbows. "Any chance that you'll quit sulking and talk to me for a minute?" I asked her. "What happened before? I saw toi fall when toi were over talking to Trent," She a dit looking up at me, "And you're blushing." " I...um...was, surprised." I lied. I knew exactly what happend now. I was...lovestruck. I could feel the blood pulsing though my body, my cœur, coeur racing. "Courtney, that's how toi used to get when we'd ask about Duncan off camera. Spill, Courtney. toi like him." She replied. "No! Not at all is this any way similar to that! I used to make remarks about him and hate on him as a cover! I never did hate him! But-" I lowered my voice so no one could hear. "But I do not like Trent. I mean, sure, he can sing and play guitar, whoop-dee-doo. It doesn't make him all that, I mean-" I cut myself off from my quiet rant when Bridgette gave me an 'I-Just-Proved-My-Point' stare, arms crossed, narrowed eyes, a smirk on her face.
(There is a non-televised confessional at Playa de Losers, so I'll include that occasionally)
PDL Confessionals:
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Courtney: These aren't televised, so, I just want to say that I do not like Trent. Sure, I've gotten 9 ou so e-mails about the topic, all from the same three girls and I always respond 'Not going to happen.' Am I trying to change the subject to refrain from saying that I like Trent? Oh, (bleep)! (slaps hand to face and then smiles nervously into camera)
Bridgette: I can read faces. And Courtney's face is always a book. Today, I'm lire "Courtney likes Trent."
End PDL Confessionals
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"Is it that obvious?" I finally broke down. She nodded. I sighed and stepped over to the jus, jus de bar to get a Banana-Mango Fusion smoothie. As I sipped on the ice cold smoothie, Izzy, who was sittting suivant to me, turned to me and a dit "You wuv him." "Who?" I asked, trying not to acknowledge that I knew very well who. "Trent, silly goose!" she replied. I slammed down my smoothie and protested. "WHAT? No!" I shouted. "Yes toi do! We heard toi say so to Bridgette! Right, Bridgette?" she spoke. Bridgette winked and gave a thumbs up. My mouth gaped. Apparently 'we' ment Lindsay and Beth because they nodded in agreement. I tried to change the subject in my mind. I thought how funny it was that they should end up Friends because they were all in Heather's alliance at one point ou another. But then I responded "Well, just keep it on the down-low, OK?" I asked. They all nodded. I finished off my smoothie and then swam back into the pool and did backflips and somersaults and handstands where it was shallower. I colombe deep into the water on the diving board, purposly splashing a group sitting on the pool's edge that included Katie, Sadie, and Ezekiel with water. I think I already got over the whole thing voted off thing because this place is just so nice. But, I'm not going to let any camera know that. Word on the rue is that they're filming a special "After the Dock of Shame" episode here suivant week. There is a really weak and wobbly lamppost here so I plan to use that to my advantage. I came up for air and climbed on to an empty pool float and started to fall asleep a bit. The hot summer sun evaporated the water off of me. I only woke when someone bumped into the bottom of my float. "Hey, watch where you're-" I started to yell until I saw his face. Guess who? Did toi say Trent? Then you're right! Want a cookie? Anyway I stopped my rant and could feel myself blushing again. "What happened before?" he asked. "I'l tell toi later. Meet me at 8:30 near the confession booth." I replied. Then I colombe off the float and swam away.
FF TO 8:30
I walked to the confession booth and sat on the bech outside of it. Instead of the confessional here being an outhouse, it was a little photo booth. Exept with a video camera. I sat down and soon, Trent came walking over and sat suivant to me. I knew I was blushing but didn't even bother to cover it up. " So, uh, listen, the thing is, I kinda..." I trailed off, too nervous to say more. I started to sweat. I could feel th blood in my veins. My arms felt weak and there was a lump in mt throat. "What is it?" he asked. It seemed he cared about everyone, because that's what ended him up here, two short weeks after me. But that was Heather's fault too. Even though she is a horrible actress. She can't lie while fake crying, either. I really wanted to blurt out what I wanted to say. I could feel the want building up. "I...I..." I tried to say it. I just was too nervous. Suddenly, I got a burst of confidence. I finally got the courage to speak. "I like you, ok? I was running away because I kept getting really nervous. I just didn't want to say. I didn't want a heartbreak. Not again. Not again." I said. I was on the verge of tears. But then he spoke. "really? 'cause, I'm kinda into you, too." Thats when my spirits lifted. I smiled softly and did the most daring thing ever...
...I kissed him.
So,so what,I'm still a rockstar,I got my rock moves,and I don't need toi played the music.As Heather flicked her leg up,the door opened.Heather squinted to make out who that person was.The girl's brown hair blown and she had a gray and white striped shirt.She also had olive green stretchie pants and tanned skin.Heather walked up to her "Hi!I'm Heather"."Whatever"replied the other girl.Heather's face went straight.The tanned girl put her bag on the bench and turned off the music."This is my turn now,so beat it!"the tanned girl replied."If I don't??"Heather a dit with a harsh tone in her voice."Well" she began."I will have my lawyers sue you!!" .Heather stared at her with a icy glare "You can't sue me!!I was here first"She a dit standing up for herself.The other girl,Courtney sighed.She couldn't get Heather to break."Whatever"implied Courtney ."Its a dump anyways"she finished.Courtney walked out with attitude.Heather knew this girl was trouble, lots of trouble
Name: Dustin LeDeimon
Age: 16
Birthdate: September 8th
Siblings: Twin sister Lilly, ou L3ll4y. Lilly is older.
Nationaliy: Mom is Spanish, Dad is American
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Crush: Duncan
Style: Emo
Looks: Black hair with blonde bang over left eye, blue eyes, eyeliner (XD), emo clothing (?),so fucking pale
Friends: Trent, Lindsay
Enemies: Pretty much everyone else...
Interests: Poem writing, taking pics of himself with a camera, cutting self (XD), fasion designing, Duncan
Why on TDI?: Dustin wants to have some fun!
Personality: Hyper, upbeat...yeah that sumurizes it.
Am I like Dustin at all: No. I'm not an emo whiny bitch.
Stereotype: The gay upbeat emo whiny bitch
Quote: "OMG DUNCAN'S MINE NOT YOURS HE'S MINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
So that's Dustin for ya.
Age: 16
Birthdate: September 8th
Siblings: Twin sister Lilly, ou L3ll4y. Lilly is older.
Nationaliy: Mom is Spanish, Dad is American
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Crush: Duncan
Style: Emo
Looks: Black hair with blonde bang over left eye, blue eyes, eyeliner (XD), emo clothing (?),so fucking pale
Friends: Trent, Lindsay
Enemies: Pretty much everyone else...
Interests: Poem writing, taking pics of himself with a camera, cutting self (XD), fasion designing, Duncan
Why on TDI?: Dustin wants to have some fun!
Personality: Hyper, upbeat...yeah that sumurizes it.
Am I like Dustin at all: No. I'm not an emo whiny bitch.
Stereotype: The gay upbeat emo whiny bitch
Quote: "OMG DUNCAN'S MINE NOT YOURS HE'S MINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
So that's Dustin for ya.
Harold got up from his Mother's couch. "If i was a dragon-flyer, I'd want to be Zonarah. He's the most muscular and smartest male 'DF'" At that moment Duncan swung the door open. "Hey nerd!" He chuckled as he stood up straight. " Ready?" "For what?"
Harold turned around. Unfortunally, Duncan DIDN'T bring Leshawna over and instead stuffed the Red Head in the garbage. "See ya later Doris!" Duncan mocked as he walked away.
"I know he likes me under all that bad boy."Harold turned himself upward as he pulled trash out of his ears. "Looks like it's just a matter of time" He got out, only to find that Duncan had tied his underwear to the bin. "GOSH! IDIOTS!"
Harold turned around. Unfortunally, Duncan DIDN'T bring Leshawna over and instead stuffed the Red Head in the garbage. "See ya later Doris!" Duncan mocked as he walked away.
"I know he likes me under all that bad boy."Harold turned himself upward as he pulled trash out of his ears. "Looks like it's just a matter of time" He got out, only to find that Duncan had tied his underwear to the bin. "GOSH! IDIOTS!"
Gwen:
It was May, and school was almost over. Thank God I thought to myself as I was listening to my iPod while my Math teacher was talking about algebra I think. When school was done I would be going to a new school, Russel High School. That was one of the snotty rich kid schools and I would be one of the only goth people there, and probably the least populaire again.
“Gwen Manson are toi listening…..” My teacher said.
“Ya sure,”
“Then what is the answer…”
“O. um….” I just sat there confused and looked at the board.. okay x divided a equals e times y which is…..um….. I sat there tapping my pencil thinking hard
“Okay apparently toi aren’t listening it equals x12”
A/N: I’m not in high school so I just did something random
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A few months has passed and it was now summer and school will start up in a few weeks woohoo
It was May, and school was almost over. Thank God I thought to myself as I was listening to my iPod while my Math teacher was talking about algebra I think. When school was done I would be going to a new school, Russel High School. That was one of the snotty rich kid schools and I would be one of the only goth people there, and probably the least populaire again.
“Gwen Manson are toi listening…..” My teacher said.
“Ya sure,”
“Then what is the answer…”
“O. um….” I just sat there confused and looked at the board.. okay x divided a equals e times y which is…..um….. I sat there tapping my pencil thinking hard
“Okay apparently toi aren’t listening it equals x12”
A/N: I’m not in high school so I just did something random
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A few months has passed and it was now summer and school will start up in a few weeks woohoo