Total Drama Porn Story: Legalized Stalking Chapter 6

A/N: Yay.! I am on Chapterr Fivee.! I know, finally, right.? Anyway, this chapterr is where I want to be. CUz this is where the story gets very easy for me to write, well, not very easy, but, I think you get the point. Hope you enjoy.!

Disclaimer: I still don’t own Total Drama Island. If I did, Harold be dead, Courtney and Duncan moments be more often, Noah and Cody be Canon. One can only dream, right.?

[Thanks to Theater Of The Mindd for giving me some helpp andd pointing out my mistakes.!]

Legalized Stalking

Chapter Five

“Score!”

So, you guys are on the third floor, she pushed the 3 button on the metal panel, causing it to light up, apartment 3B. She looked towards Duncan as the elevator began to move, Got that?

Yeah, Duncan said, leaning against the wall, hands resting behind him of the silver rail. He looked over and Courtney and noticed that she was fairly content at the momenthe couldnt be having that, so he decided to have some fun. So, Princess

My names Courtney! the brunette snapped.

Whatever. How about we, the delinquent discreetly moved towards the many buttons, check out the other floors.

What are you talking about? she asked, rather irritated.

Well, he began pressing random buttons, kind of like that.

Duncan! Michelle and Courtney both screamed in unison.

He let out a chuckle. Dont worry; it goes to the first floor you choose.

Both women let out a sigh of relief. The door stopped at the right floor and the two doors began to slide apart.

Unless, of course, he pushed in the Close Door button, you do that.

Duncan! Courtney smacked him upside the head as the elevator started to move again.

Michelle simply rolled her eyes and pressed the 3 button again. The blond had thought about scolding Duncan, but had decided that Courtney would do enough for the whole Chinese Army.

What?

Just shut up! The teen said as she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall.

Duncan smiled to himself and gave himself a mental pat on the back.

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Here we are, Michelle said happily as she pulled out the key.

Finally, Courtney said flatly, shooting daggers at Duncan, who simply smirked.

Michelle rolled her eyes at the two and unlocked the doorit wouldnt open. Damn door, she mumbled, kicking it a few times. After a few minutes of jiggling the knob she glared at the painted metal and rammed her shoulder into it. Instead of the door flying open like she had hoped, it fell forward and landed on the ground with a loud and distinct thud.

Courtneys eyes went wide, Duncan shook his head, and Michelle simply stepped onto the door and continued her way into the room. Well, she began as she stepped off of the metal door and onto the wood floor, this place is certainly Homey. The blond turned around and saw the teens doubtful expressions. You know, aside from the doorerr, lack thereof.

Great, Courtney commented as she followed Michelle into the room. We went form a shitty apartment with privacy, to a shitty apartment thats open to all.

Nice going, Blondie, Duncan mumble as he pulled the door back up and shoved it back into the door way. I guess thatll do for now, he smacked it a few times as he spoke.

The brunette let out a sigh. I suppose its better than nothing.

Look, Michelle called from the kitchen. Courtney and Duncan made their way to the kitchen to figure out what was so amazing. The Witness Protection people left a bottle of champagne. Score! she exclaimed happily.

Awe. Too bad we dont have a corkscrew, Courtney commented sarcastically.

Who needs a corkscrew? She grabbed the bottle in one hand and a large knife in the other. Knives work just as well. She slid the knife across the bottle, taking the cork off.

The brunette hung her head, embarrassed by how immature the grown woman was. Im gonna go look at the bedrooms.

Michelle pulled the bottle from her mouth. Oh. I almost forgot theres only a scream cut her sentence short, one bedroom, she finished.

One bedroom, Duncan almost choked on his own spit. Score!

The preppy teen came stomping into the kitchen and into Duncans face. No! Not score! Not even close to score! I couldnt possibly ever even come close to ever hoping to be a score!

Actually, the boy leaned forward and pressed his lips against her for brief second, it is very much a score.

Courtneys face became the deepest shade of red Duncan had ever seen. One of her hands instantly went over her mouth, while the other created quite the bruise on the delinquents cheek. The teen pulled her hand from her mouth and pointed a finger in his face. Dont you ever even think of doing that again! She spun on her heel and stomped out of the kitchen.

Duncan looked over at the blond, who was currently downing the bottle of champagne, and raised his one side of his eyebrow. Too far?

Michelle slammed down the, now empty, bottle onto the counter and let out a breath. Oh. Yeah.

Oh. Well, shell get over it eventually. Duncan shrugged before going into the living room and sitting on the couchor what was their excuse for a couch. Stuffing was sticking out of almost every inch of the fabric; it was basically a body sized pillow thrown onto the bottom and two large head pillows strewn across the back.

Courtney made her way from the bedroom into the living room and sat on the single-person chair that was in the same, unfortunate condition as the couch. I hope you like that couch, because youre sleeping on it tonight.

Well, Michelle popped of the kitchen, this tension is a little too intense for little ole me. So, Ill be going. She pulled the door and slipped to the side as it slammed to the ground. Oh. Silly me, I almost forgot. The woman shoved her hand into her purse and pulled out an iPhone and an ID card. Here you go, Courtney Walker. The two objects landed in the teens lap before Michelle bounded out of the room and to God doesnt even know where.

Courtney Walker, the girl repeated as she looked at the ID. A smile came across her face, I like it.

So do I, Duncan said as he stretched and leaned against the back of the couch, hand behind his head.

The brunette turned on the iPhone and went to the Contacts. Whats your number? she asked.

Why should I tell you, hmm?

Just tell me! she snapped, beyond irritated at him.

Chillax, Princess. Its 438-772-6563. Happy?

Not really, she stated flatly.

Duncan rolled his eyes before digging his phone and flipping it open. Whats yours?

Um, she looked through her phone for a few minutes, trying to find it. Oh. Its 438-222-5633.

Im starving, the Neanderthal complained as he turned on the TV. Go make me some dinner, woman.

I hope you dont expect me to dignify that with a response. Courtney rolled her eyes. If youre so hungry, order pizza or something.

Good idea.

The tan teen let out a sigh before heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. Do want anything to She let out a scream as she landed on her bottom.

The Mohawked teen closed his phone. You okay?

Just fucking peachy! she yelled. Michelle spilled champagne all over the floor.

Really? I dont remembering the narrator informing us of that Duncan said more to himself than Courtney.

She didnt. Now, stop breaking the fourth wall and help me clean this up!

Fine, fine. The boy lazily lifted himself from the couch and dragged his feet as he walked to the kitchen.

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Courtney bit into her pizza and angrily chewed it.

You still pissed about earlier? Duncan raised an eyebrow as she tore apart her breadstick.

Duncan, you kissed me! How am I supposed to feel?

Well Courtneys hand covered his mouth.

Dont answer that. He licked her hand. Ah! Duncan! She ripped her hand back.

Careful, I bite, he said, wiggling his uni-brow suggestively.

Just shut up, already! the brunette shrieked as she put another slice of pizza on her plate.

They sat in silence for a few moments. Of course, Duncan couldnt let Courtney have her peace for too long.

So, when are you going to admit you want some of this man candy?

Courtney wordlessly picked up her plate and made her way to the bedroom, locking the door behind her.

Touchy, Duncan commented as he pulled another slice of pizza from the box.

A/N: So, there you havee it. The fifth chapter of Legalized Stalking. Hope you likedd.

Courtney’s and Duncan’s numbers each spell somethingg.! Yep, they do. If you can guess both I give cookie.! You get one, I give half a cookie. Here’s a hint: Duncan’s was used in an episode of Two and a Half Men as Charlie’s number when Alan’s ex-wife asked. Hopee that helps.

Ohh. And I have a question for you all. Michelle: Love her.? Hatee her.? Want her gone.? Want more of her.? Let me know in a Review.!

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*MaidMikuruChan