A/N: Okay. This is my first fanfic and basically the first real piece of writing I've ever done outside of school. So bear with me. Please leave any type of review you want; or don't review at all. To be frank, I don't really give a damn. If you like it that's really boss. If you don't well, that sucks for you, because that means you just wasted your time reading a crappy story then, didn't you. Whatever. Not my problem. So please, read on if you so wish.

Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama Island or anything related to it. I do own the TV I watch it on though!

For many of the campers voted off the island, Playa des Losers was like their own personal paradise. Especially after the horrible challenges and living conditions they had put up with while actually part of the show. In fact, every camper thought of the resort in that way, every camper that is, except one.

Courtney had gotten over initial anger at being voted off a minute or so after the Boat of Losers had pulled away from the Dock of Shame and she had lost sight of Duncan. She stared forlornly at the small skull nestled in the palm of her hand, as though it could ease her sadness at all. Courtney studied the grains in the carved skull, trying to convince herself that she had no reason to be sad. After all, it wasn't as if her being voted off was really a goodbye, right? She inwardly grimaced as she really took that question in to consideration.

Leaning on the railing of the boat's deck, Courtney couldn't help but wonder what would become of the… the- well, what exactly did she and Duncan have? Sure they had kissed in front of the entire viewing world and done a lot more that wasn't anywhere near a damned camera, but they weren't really a couple. At least, she didn't think so. Courtney face flushed crimson as she recalled what exactly that 'lot' more they'd done together included. That, erm… act alone was typically for couples, so that meant they had to be an item to some extent. Courtney audibly groaned and put her head in her hands. She was still maddeningly confused and getting nowhere at all, arguing with herself.

For a few minutes, Courtney sat down and stuffed the small skull she'd been holding in one of the pockets of her pants. Leaning her back against the railing, Courtney tried to clear her mind of the worries and questions plaguing her every thought. The peace lasted for about five seconds until Courtney remembered what she'd yelled to Duncan as the boat moved her continuously farther from him. Now the words were taunting her, reverberating around in an everlasting echo of uncertainty that only she could hear.

"I'll never forget you!"

That same horrible exclamation, repeating itself, driving her insane. What was she thinking? It wasn't as if she was trying to say goodbye to Duncan at all.

'Aren't you?' a voice in Courtney's head mocked her.

'No! I'm not!' she thought back desperately.

'Then what exactly, are you trying to say to him? 'I'll never forget you' isn't really something you call out to someone you're expecting to be with again,' the voice stated.

Courtney went silent. See, the thing was, she honestly didn't know what she was trying to say to her not-quite-boyfriend. Did she even really want to have a real relationship with Duncan? Would he still even want her now that she had let him get into her pants and then somehow got voted off? Was that all that he'd wanted in the first place? Courtney shook her head. Those questions were the epitome of trivial: the first was clearly a yes, and although she wasn't completely sure about Duncan's motives, Courtney liked to think that he had some morals pertaining to things like that. She'd definitely didn't want to be just another notch in that Neanderthal's bedpost. And really, was it that stupid of her to hope that maybe they were "meant to be"? That maybe she kind of wished that the one guy who'd ever made her feel or want anything other than a strictly platonic relationship might feel and want the same thing?

Courtney sighed and stood up again. As she turned, Playa des Losers came into view and so did the faint outlines of people waiting on the dock to see who had been voted off. She didn't think she was ready to deal with people just yet, but she didn't really have a choice did she?

The Boat of Losers pulled up and she hopped lithely off of it, grabbing her bag from where Chef had flung it in with her in the same instant. Once firmly on the dock, Courtney looked up blankly at the campers on the dock with her. It was clear from their expressions that they were shocked to see it was her who'd been voted off. The only one who seemed to register how bleak she looked was surprisingly, Noah.

"You okay Courtney?" he questioned, quirking his eyebrows but otherwise looking completely indifferent. At his question, the others- Beth, Cody, Katie, Sadie, Ezekiel, Tyler, Eva, Justin and Izzy- started to notice Courtney's strange attitude. Their reactions varied from concerned to uncaring, but even the latter expressed a mostly curious concern at hearing her response.

"It doesn't matter much," she stated blandly. "Could someone show me how to get around this place, please?"

Katie and Sadie were looked like they were about to offer their assistance, but Noah spoke up before they could utter a single of their trademark squeals followed by annoying blathering.

"I'll do it," he said in the same indifferent tone his question had been in. He looked around at the others on the dock. "Maybe you guys should go back to whatever you were doing before the boat came; there's nothing more to see here," this time his voice had gone into the condescending tenor it usually had. To Courtney's surprise, the other campers did just that, with only a few grumbles and mutterings.

This time it was her raising her eyebrows in query, "What are you, the grand ermine at this ravishing palace of a resort?"

Noah chuckled, "Far from it. I just think that they'd realized already that you wouldn't be 'opening up' much right now."

"You can express amusement in a way that isn't cynical or sarcastic, Noah?"

"On occasion," he responded, grinning.

The two shared a brief laugh and Courtney marveled over how much more likable he was away from the island. She told herself it was probably because he gotten over the fact that he'd lost the game and was willing to be slightly more amiable. Goodness knows she'd become much more than slightly amiable while still on the island herself, she thought wryly. Courtney was snapped out of her musing by a faintly smiling Noah.

"You ready to get this little tour over with?"

"Definitely. The sooner it's over, the sooner I can finally get some decent sleep!"

With that, Noah led Courtney from the dock and, going around the pool in the patio area, into the resort that would be her home until the end of the show. Considering that it was a resort, it was decorated very un-gaudily and was pretty modern looking. Courtney was surprised to say the least. Who would've thought that the show would pay for something that the campers would actually enjoy?

Noah got through his "little tour" quickly as it was obvious that Courtney was just about dead on her feet. He showed her where the dining room, spa, and bathrooms were before leading her as rapidly as possible to the hallway her room was located in. Noah assured himself that she would be able to find anywhere else she would possibly need to go from those basic areas. After telling Courtney that breakfast was served until about 10:00 every morning, he bid her a cordial but short good night and headed off to his own room.

Despite her exhaustion, Courtney took the time to inspect her room's hallway in an effort to not get lost trying to find it anytime tomorrow. She noticed that the rooms were all assigned alphabetically by each camper's first name.

Courtney's door was in the middle of the hall to the left, across from Cody's. Walking towards it, she was glad to notice that Bridgette's room was right next to hers and across from Beth's. As Courtney's brain was operating in theta level by now, she couldn't determine who the last two doors in the hall could possibly belong to. Leaning to the right a little, she could see that the rooms belonged to DJ –she grinned sleepily- and… Duncan. Her grin faltered.

Courtney still wasn't all that sure how things would work out between her and Duncan despite her desire to have a real relationship with him. Again she wondered if Duncan was at all as serious about her as she was about him. She shook her head to clear it. It was definitely not the right time to puzzle over her situation anymore; she was much too tired for any thinking.

Opening the room quickly, Courtney pivoted on her foot while pushing the door closed so that she could just lean back and slump against it. After a moment, Courtney lifted her head and took in her temporary home. She was relieved at what she saw.

The room wasn't lavishly or tackily decorated like most resort's rooms would be. It was clean, neat, nicely sized and had a relaxing color scheme. The plush looking full size bed beckoned to Courtney so she plopped her bag down on the floor and sank into the lush grey comforter. Sighing, she pushed the decorative leafy green pillows off of the bed and snuggled up to the larger plum purple ones. Once situated and at ease, Courtney focused on relaxing each individual part of her body. It was sometime during this calming process that she finally fell into a much needed and restful sleep.

A/N: End of first chapter. Alrighty. If you actually liked it, and are willing to wait for an update, I'd like to tell you something. I write slow. So please don't get frustrated if I don't update too often. Just wanted to let you know ahead of time.

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