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Want to know how Courtney debuted to Total Drama Action? Well, here's how I write it! One of Mr. Totaldramaman's one-shots!

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NOTE: The colors are the key for the points of view in the story.

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Part 1[]

It was the night after The Second Aftermath; I was laying down on my bed, crying about Duncan. Why would Gwen do that? I thought, They almost kissed! One picometer away!

I kept rambling on how Gwen was about to kiss Duncan, then I heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" I asked.

The person kept knocking. "Courtney, we need to talk," a familiar voice said.

It's Gwen! I thought, She's going to say 'Ooh, Duncan is so hot, and stuff.' Grrr... "I'm not here!" I yelled, then smacked my forehead. I'm so stupid.

That was a stupid comment, I thought to myself. She's obviously there. "Courtney, open the door!" I yelled. I looked down at the floor, and saw a key. I picked it up, unlocked Courtney's door, and came in.

"How'd you get here?" Courtney asked me, "the door was locked!"

"I found a key laying on the floor," I said.

"What do you want?" she sighed.

"I need to tell you something...about Duncan," I told her.

"What is it?" I asked.

"We're just friends," she told me. "There's nothing going on between us."

"Oh yeah, prove it," I insisted.

"He keeps a picture of you and him under his pillow, and kisses it when he goes 'night-night'," she gagged.

"And why would I belie—," she cut me off.

"You guys were a 'thing' in season one. We weren't. You see, even though he and I made it far, there was zero connection." She rambled on and on.

"Yeah, but things change in season two", I told her. She then looked under my pillow. "Wai—."

"The skull he carved in season one," I said. She nodded. "It's been a year, you still have this?" She nodded, as tears dropped from her eyes. I asked her if she needed a hug, she nodded, and I did so. I left her room, "see you tommorow."

"They're just friends, they're just friends, they're just friends..." I kept telling myself, as tears kept falling from my eyes.

Part 2[]

"So Sadie, I hear Courtney's feeling down. Want to talk with her?" I asked.

"OMG, I was just about to say the same thing!" Sadie told me.

"Great minds think alike! Eeeeeeeee!" Sadie and I shouted in unision. The two of us started walking to Courtney's room.

I knocked on her door. "Courtney...," I said.

"Go away," Courtney told us.

"Okay. Katie, want to go eat a pretzel?" I asked.

"OMG, I love pretzels! Eeeeeeee!" Katie told me.

Back at the Total Drama Action studio lot...

"But this can't be!" I said. "How did we lose this lawsuit?"

"I'm an amzing lawyer," Michael told me. "Now, are you going to lose a lot of money, or let Courtney debut?"

"Fine, you win," he told me. That was easy, I thought. I stepped into my limo, and returned to the aftermath studio.

As I opened the door to Courtney room, I told her everything that happened. "Michael, are you serious?" she asked me.

"That's right," I told her.

"Great!" She said, "I'll pack my things."

As I started packing my things, I felt as if I should tell Gwen. I entered her room, and I told her everything. "That's really cool, Courtney," she said.

"I know, right!?" I asked.

"Right, tell everyone I say 'hi'," she told me.

"I guess, sure," I smiled, as I left. As I finished packing my things, Michael told me I leave tommorow. As I went to bed, I kissed the skull Duncan made me last season—like I do every night.

Part 3[]

"Courtney, time to wake up!" I woke her up. "To the limo, your competition awaits." Courtney smiled.

As I was about to leave my room, I almost forgot about the carved skull. I grabbed it, stuck it in my pocket, and left. This is going to be awesome! I thought.

"Courtney, time to make your book of rules," Michael told me.

"I...I get a book of rules?" I asked.

"Yup, what do you want?" he asked me.

"A gourmet dinner every night, my PDA, an amazing bed, and my own bathroom!" I smiled.

"It's set. You're ready for this competition," he told me.

"I...am...back!" Courtney smiled.



The End...?
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