Sorry I took so long! I haven't been invested in anything except tumblr, haha. But I posted for a special occasion: guess whose birthday was yesterday? I wanted to post this yesterday but I wasn't even done… how lame. XD

Anyway, flashbacks/memories are italicized.

Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama of any of its characters.

"Screw Remembrance Day," Jo mumbled as she kicked a can on the sidewalk. Her mood was getting crappier by the second, as texts saying "Happy Remembrance Day!" were sent to her phone, endlessly as it felt to her. "I don't even like these people!" she said aloud as she deleted another text full of optimism- something she was severely lacking today—from Brick's friend, Zoey. For a reason she always told him was moronic, he'd give all of his friends her phone number, saying that she needs to 'expand her friend circle' or something like that. She had enough friends. She had Eva, and whatever association she had with Lightning.

Remembrance Day… a day to honor the soldiers that died. That word kept playing over and over in her mind. Died… died… dead. She didn't know if Brick was dead or not. He hadn't written a letter recently, and that only happens when they were attacked two consecutive times… or more. She didn't really know. But it's happened before, and his next letter consisted of him writing "I'm so sorry Jo!" on the paper to the point which she wanted to stab her eyes out with the nearest object at her disposal. With the attackings and all, he could've survived the first one and have gotten killed the next. She waited for the call, the letter, or the soldiers at her doorstep. The entire concept made her stomach churn—a feeling she would have thought she would've gotten used to by now. It's happened every time he's had to skip his letter, and that made her hate the army with all of her will. Making her worry like that. She'd never tell him that though. She'd be damned if she would be the one to keep him from going. He'd make a connection to the current situation with the army almost every day.

"Brick go to sleep; it's late, and you're acting like an idiot."

"No can do, ma'am! When I'm in the army, they'll be nights like this: when sleep isn't your main concern."

"So that calls for you to have sleepovers with yourself in the living room?"

"Yes ma'am!"

And this is why she wasn't into walking: it makes you think too much. She should be running right now; she didn't know why she wasn't. She decided to run back to her and Brick's apartment.

They had more Canadian flags in their apartment than the army Brick was at probably had at their bases. There was one in every room, and for some strange reason Brick wanted two hanging off the walls in their bedroom, and one on the ceiling. That one irritated her the most. They seriously couldn't have it in another place? Whenever she would open her eyes in the morning the maple leaf was the first thing she'd see, considering her sleeping position: on her back with her hands behind her head. Brick seemed to like it though. That was when she stopped letting him decorate or design things… even his own outfits sometimes. She'd try to let him wear whatever he wanted, but sometimes he'd have his 'experimental days'… on the wrong days.

They were going to see Jo's parents. She had tried to put it off as much as she could, but the cadet was set on meeting them. Jo was sitting on the couch, finishing up tying her shoes when she glanced at her partner walking out the door. She started laughing, until she remembered that her brothers were going to meet him today too. That was quite enough to get her to cease her amusement. She'd never hear the end of this. "No way in hell," she mumbled to herself.

Brick was wearing a bright red jacket with his dogtags and signature army green t-shirt underneath. He was sporting a camo ball cap with identical shorts—the ones he bought a couple of days before. She told him not to buy the damn things. He was still wearing his black combat boots though.

She ran up behind him and grabbed him by the collar, swinging the door closed. "Nope." She deadpanned dragging him to the staircase. She wasn't voted best dressed in high school, but she knew this was crossing the line.

"No what, Jo?" Brick asked, oblivious to the reason he was being dragged away from the door by his collar. He thought he looked nice.

Jo chuckled to herself at the thought. Brick was such a dork sometimes. She couldn't even pinpoint what she liked about him so much. She flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. Canada's Funniest Home Videos was showing clips of some of the crotch shots animals have taken at their owners. Jo laughed, but she wasn't laughing at the TV. She didn't think most of it was funny; Wipeout always brought her to tears. She was thinking about the time she and Brick went to the animal shelter.

Jo and Brick walked into the pet store in hopes of finding a new dog. Brick had always wanted a dog, and Jo was pretty neutral about the matter, so… why not?

"Good afternoon, here to adopt a pet?" The guy at the desk greeted them with a toothy smile.

"Affirmative, sir!" Brick responded with a smile.

"Yeah?" Jo said, unimpressed, looking at the man strangely. Why else would they come in here? To play mini-golf?

"What animal you guys looking for today?"

"A dog."

"Walk right down the hall there," he said, motioning to a hallway to the left of us.

"Cool. Thanks." Jo responded as Brick saluted the man.

Jo passed by the poodles, the beagles, and the wiener dogs. "Oooh," she said pointing to a snarling Rottweiler. It lunged at her finger, forgetting that it was in a cage, to Brick's relief. "Let's get this one!"

"Uh, ma'am?" Brick walked up to the selected dog hesitantly. "I don't think we should get this one…"

Jo turned to him. "Why?" she demanded.

"Because… it looks… violent." he said eyeing the animal, "And it kinda just tried to bite your finger off just now…"

"Oh don't be an idiot." She chuckled, "I can train it! I trained you and you turned out okay! Right?"

"Hey!" he said indignantly. "C'mon, Jo, let's just get one that won't require me to sleep with a bat at night."

"Good god," she groaned, but her smile quickly returned at the thought of another dog, "Fine; but you need to realize that I specialize in making people do what I say."

"Of course, Jo." He replied, used to these types of comments by now. He was just relieved they didn't get that one…

Brick was looking at a large Golden Retriever barking playfully when Jo called for him again. "Hey, this one's perfect, and way nicer for your sake." Jo was standing next to a different breed of dog with a proud smirk on her face, with her arms crossed in approval.

"Oh my god," Brick mumbled as he looked at the second dog Jo had picked. It was sure nicer, alright. Unlike the first one, it contained its rage and was sitting behind the bars, growling, with drool dripping from its large teeth showing. And—is that white? Yeah, Brick was sure the dog was foaming at the mouth.

"Ma'am," Brick started, picking Jo up—to her resentment, and setting her down on the other side of him. "I don't think this one's the right one either." He watched as she crossed her arms and frowned.

"Seriously?"

"Affirmative. I think that one's foaming at the mouth."

"Brick, you're being a pansy."

"Jo, it may have rabies."

"You forget I'm way more vicious than the dog."

"It looks about ready to kill us."

"Y'know," Jo started, a bit louder than the volume of her normal tone. Her eyes were closed, and she was trying not to lose her cool in here, "I'll be right back. See if you can find one that doesn't look like it can be featured on Animal Planet."

He watched her go, and then walked to the Golden Retriever he was looking at earlier. He smiled, and stuck his hand in the cage to rub behind its ears.

Jo came back with a black dog collar. "Heads up." She said as she threw it in his direction.

Brick caught it and looked at it in confusion. They haven't gotten a dog yet. "And this is for?"

"Since we can't find one…you. You're my new pet." She announced, enjoying the color change in Brick's face and ears. She doubled over, laughing hysterically. "I'm hilarious!" she said in between breaths.

They still don't have a dog. They had both healthy arguments and heated ones. They had different views on almost everything, making debates in their relationship an everyday thing. Even over the most ridiculous of things.

"Sorry, ma'am. That's not the way I remember it." Brick said, looking Jo over, who was smirking on the other side of the couch.

"Well that's the way it happened. It was after I proved myself superior to you that you realized that my winning personality was all you needed in your life."

"Wrong again, Jo." Brick returned her smirk, "It was when you saw my large-and-in-charge attitude that you started having feelings for me."

That's right. They were arguing over who fell for who first. And Brick was winning. A small shade of pink started to show up on Jo's cheeks as he concluded.

Why did he have to bring that up? "No way," Jo said trying to contain the color change of her features. "You like the smirk I get after winning—which is all the time. And I recall someone" She said emphasizing the word 'someone', "saying that they liked the sparkle in my eyes in competition."

Now it was Brick's turn to blush. He did remember saying that. "Chivalry turned out to be your weakness, Ma'am!" Brick retorted, also putting emphasis on his words. Specifically 'chivalry' and 'your.'

"And my strength—and not to forget individuality happened to be yours!"

To anybody that wasn't them, they just seemed like a blushing couple shouting at each other.

At this point, Jo went upstairs to re-read the letters Brick had written her while he was away. She took her phone with her, and made sure to tell all of Brick's friends, "Happy Remembrance Day."

Meanwhile, in Iraq…

"That was insane." A Canadian soldier named Derrick sighed as he was laying on his bunk.

"Yeah. I still can't believe we lost Spencer." Brick replied, his voice full of melancholy.

"He was a good guy," Derrick responded, wiping a tear away. Brick jumped down from his bunk and started walking towards his drawers. "What are you doing?"

"I didn't write to Jo yet."

"It is," he paused to look at his watch, "oh four hundred hours, Brick."

"Doesn't matter. I couldn't write to her last week, either."

Derrick was silent for a moment. "Hey, Private."

"Yeah?" brick turned to look at him.

"Don't apologize too much this time, okay?" Derrick grinned, turning away from him to go to sleep. Brick just looked at his lying figure. Embarrassment might as well been stamped on his forehead.

Alright, who told him that?

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Booyah! Finished!

I'm not Canadian or ever been to Canada, so sorry if this is a little off. Did anyone know that they don't have a Veterans Day? Or they do, and I wasn't looking up the right thing…? Someone educate me.

A bunch of prompts were used, they were just too minor to put in separate chapters:

1.) Imagine Person A of your OTP walking out the door with a ridiculous outfit on, only for Person B to drag them back inside and force them to change.

2.) Imagine your OTP arguing over who fell for who first

3.) Imagine your OTP having finally decided to get a pet, so they go to the pet store. But once in, they start arguing as they want a different animal, until finally person A buys a collar and hands it to person B, announcing that person B is now their new pet.

~JockShipper :)