Title: My Princess

Author: Blossomgirl94

Summary: Another drabble for Duncney week 2013. Duncan talks about his Princess.

Prompt: Tuesday-Princess

Disclaimer: I don't own these Total Drama characters. It would be awesome though.

"My Princess"

The first time I called her Princess, I didn't mean it as a pet name. I wasn't used to dealing with girls like her. In fact, I avoided those spoiled, honor student types like the plague. I couldn't take any more of the foot stomping and the "I was a CIT", and she just reminded me of how a princess would probably act. It wasn't the best insult, but it worked.

But I started to get to know her, and the more I did, the more I realized how fitting the name really was. She was determined and wouldn't let anyone get in her way. The number one word taken out of her insane vocabulary was "can't". Whenever we said, "we can't", she would say we'd better or else. This kind of girl was way more my speed. Wouldn't take no shit from no one, except me of course.

I'd call her Princess and watch a blush spread across her tan cheeks. How could anyone not love being the one to crack her shell? She was a bit of a hard-ass, and when I found out that the Princess had a dark side, I loved it even more. A sweet girl with an evil glint in her eyes was probably the most attractive thing I had ever seen. I made it a goal to see that blush as much as I could. The flirting became much more frequent. I couldn't get enough. I had to have been the happiest dude on Earth.

She was my Princess and I meant it in the most sincere of ways. I liked the girl. A lot. I liked her when she was competitive during the game, I liked her when she was sitting with me on the couch watching a movie, and I liked her when she was annoying me half to death. And when she admitted that she liked me too, I knew that we were going to be together, end of story.

And of course when I saw her dressed up as an actual princess during TDA, it sealed the deal.

But then the thing happened. When I had messed things up on the plane, I knew that I had to clear the air. My life was not going to be an easy one if Princess had a grudge. If there was one thing I knew, it was to never mess with her. So the night after her tantrum, I decided to talk to her. I found her in the confessional. She looked at me with dark, puffy eyes and I thought about walking out and saving us both the trouble, but I stayed. I needed it to be okay. I didn't hate the girl. I couldn't if I wanted to, and I definitely did not want her to hate me either.

"Look, Princess, I-" I started but was quickly interrupted.

"Don't… call me that." She breathed and looked at the ground. "My name isn't Princess, Duncan. It never was. And you of all people have no right to call me that. I don't want to hear anything you have to say either, so I suggest you move out of my way so I can leave."

I stepped away and watched her walk down the hall. I guess she wasn't my Princess. Not anymore. She was Courtney, and I felt like an idiot for thinking differently.