A/N: Basically, this story is going to be a series of coinciding one-shots (if that makes any sense). There will be one chapter per holiday, four holidays in all – and maybe an epilogue at the end. At least, that is my hope for this story. I’ve been wrong before.

Takes place approximately five years after TDI ends. All characters are somewhere in their twenties, at least college age.

Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama Island or any related characters.

This story is rated teen for a reason. And, it’s pretty much just pure fluff.

First Chapter’s Summary: Geoff is throwing a Halloween party/TDI reunion back in Canada. Duncan and Courtney are invited.

Happy Holidays

By: Touch of Violet

Chapter One

Happy Halloween

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Duncan glared the best he could at his reflection in the changing room mirror. Unfortunately, much of the glare was lost behind the incredibly ridiculous mask he was wearing. What the hell had happened to him, anyway? What on earth would have possibly possessed him to even try on the stupid costume in the first place?

“Duncan?” A perky voice asked from outside of the changing room’s thin red privacy curtain. “Can I come in?”

Oh. Right.

He grunted in reply.

Courtney peaked her head in behind the curtain, glancing around the small room quickly. When she saw he was not indecent she smiled at him and stepped inside. Duncan noticed that she looked ridiculous as well, a red haired wig perched on the top of her head.

“You look great!” She exclaimed, clapping her hands together in approval.

Duncan tried to glare again. “This is so gay.”

A sudden look of offensive flashed across her pretty features. “No. Spiderman is not gay. Hence the girlfriend,” she pointed at her wig. “Gay superheros don’t have red-headed girlfriends.”

Duncan threw his arms in the air. “Courtney! You can see … everything! All my freaking man business is just, BAM, right there!” He motioned at the offending area. “That’s gay, dude.”

She grimaced, but quickly glanced down at what he was talking about. “Yeah …” she began, biting her lip, clearly trying to think of something to say. She shrugged and fixed her wig in the mirror. “But, I really, really wanted to go as Mary Jane, Duncan.” Courtney primped before the mirror. “I love this red wig!”

“Oh, please, Princess,” Duncan said, shaking his head. “You look just as dumb as I do.”

Courtney spun around on her heels. “What?! I should say not!”

“Uh, yeah. How many Hispanic red-heads have you ever seen? I mean, seriously, babe. It just doesn’t work.”

“And you would know,” Courtney said threw gritted teeth, “because suddenly you are a hair stylist?”

Duncan made a clicking noise with his tongue. “If I wasn’t wearing this dumb mask, I would gesture to my awesome faux-hawk right now.”

Courtney clenched her hands into fists at her side. She breathed in deep and closed her eyes; and then all of the sudden, as if changing tactics, she opened her eyes wide and smiled at him, batting her long eyelashes. “Duncan, I really like the outfit.”

She sauntered over to him. Carefully, she lifted up the bottom part of his mask, revealing his lips. She placed her hands gently on his waist and smiled. “I mean, if you wear it, we get to act out the best parts of the movie. Now, stop complaining and kiss me.”

Duncan obeyed.

When they parted, he sat down on the lone chair in the changing room and pulled her into his lap. He kissed her neck and let his hands roam across her body.

She pushed him away, a bright red blush staining her cheeks, which stood out more than normal because of the phony red hair framing her face. “Duncan!” She hissed, “what are you doing?!”

Her rejection only made him try harder, gently kissing her jaw line. “You started it.”

She scoffed and tried to stand up.

Duncan tightened his grip, but not before placing a carefully positioned hand on her thigh. “Come on baby, nobody can hear us.”

Courtney quickly picked up his hand and tried to move it. “Yes, they can!” She whispered frantically.

He nipped at her ear. “Nobody can hear, Princess. Relax.”

“Um, we can totally hear you,” an effeminate male voice said from behind the curtain. “Like, every word. And personally, as the employee who has to clean up the dressing rooms – I really don’t want to have to clean up after anything like that.”

Duncan looked at his girlfriend in surprise. She was staring down at him, her dark eyes wide in a mixture of terror and anger. In a huff, she jumped to her feet and smacked him hard across the back of his head. Courtney stomped out of the changing room, flinging the curtain open and revealing the employee who had spoken earlier. He was young and thin, wearing a Costume Supercenter nametag. Duncan could tell Courtney was blushing again when she muttered something at the employee and darted past.

Duncan stood up, ripping the mask completely off his face. “Hey, thanks for cb-ing like that,” He told the employee angrily.

The employee raised an eyebrow. “Look, it’s not my fault you have no game. But I do agree with you, honey, that costume is just not you.”

“I know!” Duncan exclaimed, his anger suddenly disappearing. “It’s horrible!”

The employee rolled his eyes and walked away.

Duncan continued to look at himself in the completely ridiculous Spiderman outfit in the mirror. How Courtney even managed to get him to even think about trying it on was beyond him. He smiled as he thought about different ways he could get her back for this obvious injustice.

Courtney came back several minutes later, caring two more costumes, still wearing the wig. “I found some more for us, Duncan!” She exclaimed happily, as if she didn’t remember why she left the changing room in the first place.

“Fine,” Duncan grunted, “but will you just get this stupid thing off of me?”

After a few moments, Duncan was back in his normal clothes. He exhaled and wiped imaginary dirt off his shirt. “Much better. Okay, whaddja find?”

She held up a costume in each hand, smiling brightly.

He cocked a dark eyebrow. “Alright. I see where you’re going with this,” he said with an accusing tone in his voice.

Courtney blinked. “What?”

“An angel and a demon, babe?” Duncan crossed his arms against his chest. “Now, why I may in fact be a demon, you are certainly no angel.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, successfully causing the blush to rush back to Courtney’s face.

She grunted and threw the costumes at him. “You are exasperating!”

He shook his head, a pleased smirk dancing across his lips. “Come on,” he grabbed her arm and pulled her backwards out of the changing room. “Since you can’t do it by yourself, I’ll help you.”

Courtney sputtered behind him, fumbling as she tried to find her stride.

They walked down the aisles of the Costume Supercenter, Duncan leading, pulling his girlfriend by the arm behind him. He stopped walking suddenly, causing Courtney to back into him. “Ow,” she said mostly to herself, rubbing her head.

“Ah hah!” Duncan exclaimed, sounding proud of himself. He picked a costume off a rack. “This is perfect for you, babe.”

She made a disgusted sound from the back of her throat and glared daggers at him. “Slutty nurse. You cannot be serious.”

He grinned at her, holding the costume against her body. He looked her up and down. “Seriously serious. You have to get this.”

“And what are you going to be, hmm?” She questioned, pulling the costume away from him and angrily stuffing it back on the rack. “Amorous doctor?”

Duncan’s grin grew larger, nodding in approval. “I even come with my own scalpel!”

Courtney rolled her eyes, sighing loudly.

“Oh!” Duncan said, grabbing another costume. “How about this one?”

She crossed her arms against her chest and looked away; he still held it up against her body. “Slutty French maid. Even better, right?”

“I hate you.” Courtney said. “I hate you so freaking much.”

“You're right,” he nodded, throwing that particular outfit on the floor. “You’re definitely right.” He reached behind her and grabbed something else. “Slutty sailor it is.”

“UGH!” She yelled, pushing against his chest and storming away from him. She disappeared down another aisle. Duncan watched her walk away, a giant grin on his face.

He was having so much fun that it was amazing it was legal.

Duncan shoved his hands in his pockets and slowly followed after his girlfriend. He squinted his blue eyes and tried to find her in the massive costume store. But before he could find his currently red-headed girlfriend, he found the absolute perfect costume.

“Babe!” He yelled out, his large hand fingering the outfit. “Babe, come here!”

“What?!” Courtney snapped in a hushed tone, as if her loud whisper would cause him to lower his own voice. She stomped back over to him.

He held up his newly found treasure. “This is what I’m gonna wear.”

She tilted her head to the side. “But … tights?”

Duncan sighed and shook his head. He looked at her and tried to explain it to her like he would a child. “I’m not going to wear the tights, Princess. But I’ll wear the rest of it. Plus, BONUS, sword!” He handed her the sword. “Seriously, I have to have the sword.”

Courtney narrowed her eyes and bit her lip, obviously contemplating her options. “Well, I mean, if that’s what you want, Duncan.”

He grabbed another outfit off the rack next to where he had found his. “And you can wear this,” he said, handing it to her.

She shook her head in obvious defeat. “Fine. Let’s just check out and get going.”

“Sweet. Sword!”

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Courtney adjusted her dress in front of the bathroom mirror. She had spent close to three hours getting ready, and was already frustrated with the entire idea of a Halloween party – which did not bode well for the rest of the night.

Oh well, at least her father had put them up in a nice hotel room.

She glanced around the roomy bathroom happily, staring longingly at the gigantic Jacuzzi tub. The bathroom was practically as big as their living room in their apartment!

After the show had ended five years ago, Courtney’s parents had decided to move back to the states. She had lived in New York for most of her life before they moved to Canada when she was thirteen. Her father wanted to pursue a more political career using his law experience, and he wanted to do that in the states. So, they moved back to New York.

She had kept in contact with Duncan; phone calls, Skype, text messaging and AIM where her best friends. The summer before her senior year in high school, Duncan had come down to visit.

And he never left. Apparently he had been planning to move to New York for months and never told her. He even had a job and an apartment lined up – all without even once mentioning his plans to her.

Oho, that had caused quite the fight. But, in the end, she was happy to have him near. When she got accepted into Harvard and moved to Boston the year later, it seemed like the natural progression of things for the two of them to move together, and in turn, move in together.

Courtney had to admit, if nothing else, she was never bored when he was around.

She sighed and looked back at her reflection in the mirror. She reapplied her lipstick and adjusted the tiara one more time. Her dress was a shimmery white color, a soft gold belt pinching in at her waist. The sleeves came way passed her fingers, and the length of the dress was to the floor. Despite his short comings in the costume store, it had been very heartwarming when he picked out prince and princess outfits for them to wear to the party. With a smile, she stepped out of the bathroom and into the main part of the hotel room.

Duncan was in full costume, casually lounging on the large bed and watching cartoons. He was wearing a long sleeved, tight fitting green shirt with gold embroidery, unbuttoned on the top to reveal a good portion of his chest. Instead of tights, he had opted to wear jeans, and instead of the shoes that she had paid for, he was wearing his black converses. On his head was a gold crown, tilted to the side in a lazy sort of way, as if not to disturb his green faux-hawk.

“Princess!” Duncan exclaimed, muting the TV. “You look hot.”

Courtney pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. “Jeans?”

“What?” Duncan said before looking down on himself. He grinned, “I told you I wasn’t going to wear the tights.”

“So, what?” She asked, a fist on her right hip, “You’re my knight in shining denim?”

His grin grew larger. “I like that,” he said, patting the side of the bed he was not occupying.

“No,” she said fiercely. “We’ll never get there on time.”

“You’re not supposed to get to parties on time, babe.”

Courtney raised her left arm close to her face, and counted off the time on her gold Rolex wrist watch. “Look, even if we left right now and knew exactly how to get to Geoff’s apartment - which we don’t, by the way - we’d be twenty minutes late. Now, get your butt moving and let’s go!”

Duncan gave her an angry look of protest, but got up anyway.

They walked hand and hand through the crowded parking lot, trying to spot Courtney’s Mercedes-Benz. Courtney had to chew on her tongue to keep herself from bringing up the fight from earlier about Valet Parking.

“I’m not gonna pay somebody twenty dollars to park my own damn car,” Duncan had said in a tone of voice that suggested he didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

Courtney hadn’t paid attention. “You’re car?” She had questioned, egging him on. “Pretty sure my name is on the title, buddy.”

He had glared at her fiercely. “Uh, pretty sure you’re dad’s name is on the title, babe.”

Courtney had scoffed at him. “I’m on there too! It says, ‘Martin Shepherd and Courtney Shepherd.”

“You’re just an ‘and,’” He had snapped, still unable to find a parking spot even remotely near the tower their room was locating in.

“Well, being an ‘and’ is better than being a nothing at all! Like you! And if you had just used valet parking, we’d be in the room by now!”

Courtney could tell Duncan was growing more frustrated by the second, as they weaved in and out of row after row of expensive cars – none of them belonging to her. She really, really wanted to say her favorite phrase: ‘I told you so!’ and then add to it, ‘If we had just used Valet Parking, they would know where the car is. They would get it for us.’ But instead, she bit so hard on her tongue she tasted blood in her mouth.

She really didn’t want to fight before the party.

Duncan reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. He lifted the automatic key in the air, pressing the alarm button in every direction he could.

Finally, off to their left, the alarm went off.

Courtney could’ve sworn she heard Duncan quietly offer up a word of thanks to God, but she decided it would be best not to bring it up.

When they got into her Mercedes, Courtney initiated the pop-up GPS screen and typed in the address that Geoff had texted her the day before. “Now, Duncan,” she began, “please be nice at the party. We haven’t seen these people in several years, and I don’t want to leave with any sour memories. So, no fighting, okay? And please don’t get wasted. I don’t care if you have a drink or two-”

“- or seven,” Duncan interjected, turning on the exit the GPS indicated.

Courtney continued on, pretending she hadn’t heard him, “but it’s not fun for anybody when you’re completely drunk and I can’t even imagine how embarrassing that would be, okay?”

“Jeeze, fine, Ma. You gonna give me a curfew too?”

She took his hand in his and kissed the back of it, smiling brightly at him.

Duncan rolled his eyes, a scowl on his face, but he didn’t pull his hand away. “Whatever.”

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They finally arrived at Geoff’s house, a good half an hour late. His yard and the rode outside of his house were filled with cars, making it hard to find a good parking spot. They were able to park about a block away, Duncan assuring Courtney that the walk was worth the risk of her car being damaged by one of their idiot friends.

Coolers filled with beers, sodas and bottles of water were on either side of the front door, greeting each guest as they walked through. Throughout the house were other cast members from Total Drama Island. Justin, Izzy, Owen, Katie, Sadie, Lindsey and Tyler were all dancing. Bridgette, Trent, Gwen, Cody, Beth and DJ were eating chips and dip at the buffet table – though chips and dip seemed to be the only thing offered. Heather, Eva, Ezekial, and Noah were standing around in a circle, apparently trying to talk to each other. They didn’t look like they were getting along very well. LaShawna and Harold were hauled off on a chair, making out for everyone else’s enjoyment.

They were all dressed up in costumes, most of them looking absolutely ridiculous.

Duncan grabbed himself a beer and Courtney a Cherry Coke. Before they could even take a sip, Geoff came up to them, dressed as a police officer.

“Hey, dudes!” He greeted, wrapping his arms around Courtney in a hug. “You two look great, man!” He and Duncan wracked their knuckles together. “What are you supposed to be?”

Duncan rolled his eyes. “I’m a prince, duh. Check out my sword.”

“Oh, sweet!” Geoff admired. “Yeah, the only reason I let Bridge talk me into being a cop was ‘cause I get to carry around this fake gun.” He pointed to the holster on his hip; Duncan nodded in approval.

“Did you have trouble finding the place?” The blonde asked.

“Nah,” Duncan grinned, “got a GPS in the Mercedes. The Four Seasons hotel is just father away from here then we thought.”

Courtney sighed when Geoff gave Duncan an impressed look. Duncan was always so quick to rub her family’s wealth in everybody else’s face. She looked around Geoff’s house, deciding instantly there was no way it was his house, and he must still be living with his parents. It had been nicely decorated for the party; skeletons, witches and gravestones scattered throughout the large open area. Courtney scanned the room.

“Hey, Geoff,” she interrupted the boys’ conversation about a stupid video game (Halo 3, the one Duncan was constantly playing back home), “where’s Bridgette?”

He turned around and perused the room with his eyes before pointing to the far corner. There Bridgette sat, dressed as an inmate in a black and white striped jumper, talking to Gwen, who was dressed as a vampire.

She kissed Duncan on the cheek and bounded towards the two girls. Duncan watched her walk away.

“Well you two look like you’re doing okay,” Geoff teased, hitting him on the shoulder.

--

“Hey, Courtney!” Bridgette greeted, hopping up from her seat and hugging the brown haired princess. Courtney smiled and hugged Gwen before she took a seat in their corner.

“How are you guys doing?” She questioned, a vibrant smile still on her face.

They caught up quickly, talking like they hadn’t been apart for years.

“You and Trent still together?” Courtney questioned, leaning back in her seat.

Gwen nodded and pointed at her beau from across the room who was walking towards a still talking Geoff and Duncan. “We’re both going to Acadia University and our dorms are in the same building. That helps a lot.”

Bridgette “aww”-ed while Courtney rolled her eyes. “Like he even stays in his own dorm room,” she quipped.

Gwen shrugged, smiling. “Well, duh.”

Bridgette chuckled. “I’m guessing that helps too.”

“How about you guys?” Gwen asked, sipping at her drink. “You and Geoff look like you guys are doing pretty good.”

“We’ve broken up like five times.” Bridgette announced, casually chewing on her straw. “I can’t get that boy to make any sort of serious commitment, you know?”

The girls nodded in understanding.

“But then, for some reason, I always hook up with him again, and then we end up back together again. I cave way too easy.” The blonde shook her head.

“That’s not caving too easy,” Courtney assured her, a hand on her shoulder. “You just love him.”

Bridgette smiled up at her. She shrugged and said, “Well, we started working together at the Surf Shack last month. That is so much fun.”

Courtney gaped at her. “I can’t imagine working with your boyfriend being fun. I had a hard enough time picking out a couch with Duncan; I can’t imagine working with him.”

“That’s right!” Gwen said with a grin on her face. “You two are living together. How is that going?”

She tilted her head to the side. “It’s … different. Good, but different. I do way more laundry then I have ever done before.”

“Duncan doesn’t do laundry?” Bridgette asked.

“Oh, he tries,” Courtney said, taking a big gulp from her cherry soda. “But, every time he tries my clothes come out three sizes smaller than before, and almost always a different color. So I’ve banned him from the laundry room.”

Gwen raked her fingers through her hair black and green hair. “He’s probably doing that on purpose, you know.”

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Geoff brought Trent into a big hug when he walked over. Duncan raised a fist and Trent knocked his knuckles against Duncan's. “Looking good man,” Geoff greeted, pointing at Trent’s neck.

Trent was wearing blood stained clothes. He had purple make-up under his eyes, and two, bloody circles painted on his neck.

Trent smiled. “Yeah, I’m Gwen’s victim.”

“In more ways than one, right?” Geoff laughed, taking a swig of his beer.

Trent rubbed the back of his head, a smile still on his face. “I wanted to be Danny Zuko from Grease, but I couldn’t get Gwen to dress as Sandy. She wanted something to do with blood and gore.”

“Nice,” Duncan said approvingly.

“How are things going, man?” Trent asked, his eyes on Geoff.

The blonde shrugged lazily. “Got a job at the surf shack with my girl. That’s pretty awesome.”

Duncan shook his head. “I can’t imagine working with my girl being awesome. We almost killed each other over furniture; working with her would be hell.”

“Oh that’s right!” Geoff exclaimed. “Mr. Commitment over here, movin’ in with his girlfriend.”

“How is that going?” Trent questioned.

Duncan shrugged, taking a long sip of his beer. He burped and wiped his mouth. “Her dad is a District Attorney in New York, you know, so he’s loaded. And he said as long as Courtney was going to Harvard he’d pay all her bills, all her amenities. And, apparently I’m an amenity.” He smiled smugly. “Can’t beat not payin’ for anything.”

Geoff gaped at him. “Man, you don’t gotta pay for anything?”

Duncan shook his head. “Nope!”

He was lying, of course. He was working his ass off at a bike shop, sending away the majority of each week’s paycheck to Mr. Shepherd to help cover all of their expenses. At first he had liked the idea of being a trophy boyfriend, but then his ego and his pride had gotten in the way and he couldn’t let Courtney’s dickhead dad hold money over him anymore.

It was more fun, though, to let his friends believe he was living life on easy street.

“I’m thinking about asking Gwen to move in with me,” Trent admitted a little shyly. “You got any advice?”

Duncan shrugged. “I don’t know, dude. It’s different, because all of the sudden leaving the toilet seat up becomes grounds for castration.” He shuddered a little. “But hey, getting to be naked whenever the hell you feel like it is always a plus.”

Geoff raised a blonde eyebrow. “Courtney has no trouble with that?”

“Nope!” Duncan lied again.

He decided not to mention the first time he had actually just decided to spend the day without his clothes on. Courtney had come home from school to find him sitting on the couch. She freaked out and tried to get him to sit on a towel. When he finally did get off the couch, she Febreezed the cushion he had been sitting on a good twelve times.

“Oh my God, Duncan!” She had shouted, kneeling before the couch, Febreeze spray bottle in her hand. “This couch is always going to smell like you!”

He had shrugged. “Maybe I wanted it to smell like me. Maybe I’m marking it. Maybe – maybe I’m going to mark you.”

She had screamed and ran away from him.

She couldn’t run fast enough.

“Stay away, Duncan! No! NO! Stay away! Don’t make me Febreeze your butt! I’ll Febreeze it, damn it! NOOO!”

--

“Did you hear LaShawna and Harold got engaged?” Bridgette gossiped, pointing across the room at the cuddly couple, who were dressed as Han Solo and Princess Leia.

Courtney gasped, a hand going over her mouth. “What? When?”

“Two weeks ago, according to her MySpace,” Bridgette said.

Gwen shook her head. “So wrong, in so many ways.”

“And the ring guys,” Bridgette started, looking around to make sure no one was listening in, “over three carats.”

“WHAT?!” Courtney exploded.

Gwen blinked at Courtney in surprise.

Bridgette was undisturbed. “He just graduated from MIT and got hired by Microsoft. He’s a junior vp or something. He started pulling in six figures.”

“WHAT?!” Courtney yelled again.

Bridgette stood up. “LaShawna!” She called out. The African-American girl turned her head away from her incredibly thin fiancée. Bridgette waved her over.

Moments later, LaShawna was standing proudly before them, left hand in their faces. On her ring finger was a giant solitaire diamond. “That’s right, ladies. My man gets it.”

Courtney held on to LaShawna’s hand, mouth agape. Her jaw was hanging so low it was practically on her knees.

“We’re just so excited for you!” Bridgette said, hugging LaShawna’s neck. “We’re going to be invited to the wedding, right?”

“Of course, girl!” LaShawna smiled.

“It’s beautiful,” Gwen said.

The three girls turned their eyes on Courtney, who was still slack-jawed, staring at the ring.

Gwen reached over and pushed on Courtney’s chin, shutting her mouth. The simple act pulled Courtney out of her stupor. She regained composure quickly. “Con-congratulations,” she managed, still a little stunned.

--

“Uh-oh,” Geoff said, hitting Trent as hard as he could in the gut.

Trent doubled over, holding his stomach.

Geoff was looking across the room. “We got trouble,” he said.

Duncan raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“LaShawna and Harold got engaged a few weeks ago.” Geoff stated, his eyes narrowed and his voice dark.

“So?” Trent questioned, slowly trying to stand up straight.

“So?!” Geoff snapped. He pointed his hand accusingly across the room, “she’s walking to the girls!”

“WHAT?!” Duncan exclaimed. He looked to where Geoff was pointing, only to see that his accusation was coming true. Bridgette, Gwen and Courtney sat, waiting for LaShawna to talk to them.

“Maybe she won’t show them the ring,” Trent said hopefully.

LaShawna made it to her destination, holding out her hand for the girls to see her ring.

“We gotta bail, man,” Duncan said, grabbing Geoff’s shoulder, “we gotta get out of here before they call us over!”

Trent sighed. “Too late.”

Gwen was waiving her arms at them, beckoning for them to come over.

--

Cautiously, and fearing for their futures, the boys walked over to their girlfriends. They were quickly forced to look at LaShawna’s ring. They tried the best they could to be encouraging to LaShawna, while at the same time trying to act like they weren’t picking up on their girlfriends’ none too subtle hints.

Duncan took LaShawna’s hand into his. “Very nice. The color and clarity are really good. It’s a cushion cut, right? What is it? 3.5 carats?”

The group looked at him like he was sprouting an extra head. He stared back at them, quickly dropping LaShawna’s hand and scowling. “What?” He snapped.

“How…how do you know so much about diamonds, Duncan?” Gwen questioned, unable to hold back the mischievous smile on her face. “You’ve been shopping around?”

He sputtered, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Please. I used to steal them.” He looked around the room, trying to seem bored.

Courtney looked up at him, eyebrows high up on her forehead. She shook her head and exhaled. “Whatever,” she said. “I’m all out of soda. You girls wanna get some more drinks?” She kissed Duncan on the cheek again and walked away.

Gwen and Bridgette followed suit, leaving LaShawna alone with the three boys.

She crossed her arms against her chest and smiled at them. “You boys look nervous.”

Geoff scratched the back of his head. “You know how it is, LaShawna. Engagements and babies – they’re contagious.”

She laughed in his face. “You all are chickens. I’ll catch you later.”

A/N: This is not the end of this one shot. I had to split the one shot up because it reached to over 20 pages in word, and I thought this way would be easier on everyone to read. So … it’s a one-shot with two parts.

Yes. It makes sense.