TotalDrama Porn Story: Misunderstandings Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The effects
of hair gel

It was another fabulous morning in the beautiful
campgrounds of Wawanakwa, if you were a fish. It had started raining
late last night and had continued that morning. I woke up and smiled.
I loved the sound of rain. I hopped out of bed and walked over to
where my last cabin mate, Bridgette, was still asleep.

Wake
up, I whispered shaking her gently. Come on Bridgette wake up!
Breakfast is going to start with out you. Bridgette mumbled
something and pulled the covers over her head. Fine. If thats
how you want to play it. I looked out side to see rain coming down
hard, and yet Chris was still out there with a jacket and an umbrella
with an air horn in his hand. Just as he was about to pull the
trigger I called him over.

Chris walked hastily over to the
Bass cabin and shook his dripping hair in front of me. What is it
Courtney? He asked slightly irritated. He kept messing with his
hair and I knew how much he hated rain since it messed up. Why
dont you let me wake every one up? You could go uhh, fix your hair
if you want. Chris sighed sadly. I would if I could but Im
all out of my special water proof hair gel! My hairs going to be all
wet and nasty until we get a new shipment tomorrow. He whined like
a little kid who had lost his favorite toy. I have some of that
kind of hair gel. Want to borrow some? Chris eyes lit up
happily. You would do that for me? Well sure. I hate it when
my hair gets like that to. Be right back. I quickly walked back
into the cabin and grabbed the hair gel out of my bag. I walked back
out and handed it to Chris. He was so happy it looked like he was
about to cry. Thank you so much! You have no idea how much this
means to me. I owe ya one! he said as he put the umbrella back
over his head after tossing me the air horn and was about to make a
mad dash for his trailer.

Wait, Chris. Why arent you
using the speakers instead of standing out in the rain? Chris
shook his hair again sending tiny drops of water flying everywhere.
The rain fried them. I have no idea when they will be fixed.
With out another word he ran out from under the roof of the cabins. I
shook my head at him, a faint smile on my lips. ‘Chris and his hair’.
I thought to myself. I walked back into the cabin and tried one last
time to get Bridgette out of bed. Again she didnt budge.

Fine.
Sorry about this but you asked for it! I plugged one ear with my
finger while the other pulled the trigger on the horn. I was
surprised at how loud it was and instantly felt guilty when
Bridgettes head shot up and hit the bunk above her.

Ow!
What the heck Courtney?! She yelled rubbing her head.

Sorry!
Its just that you wouldnt- I stopped as I looked closely at
Bridgette and bit my bottom lip trying to hold back my
laughter.

What? she asked. I bit my lip even harder and
tears started to brim my eyes.

What all ready?!

Your
hair I said barely letting a giggle out.

What about
it? I handed her a mirror and she all most dropped it when she saw
her reflection. What the! Bridgettes hair was incredibly
poofy. It stood strait up all together and I reminded me of an afro
on a poodle. At this point I couldnt hold back my laughter any
more. I started cracking up and had to lean against the wall for
support.

Its not funny! she yelled. I laughed even
harder. Bridgette scowled at me but eventually gave up and began to
laugh along. After we both calmed down and caught our breath
Bridgette stood up and sighed. This happens every time it rains,
it makes it so full of static I could turn on a light bulb by
touching it.

How can rain create static for your hair?
Wouldnt that mean there would be LESS static?

How
should I know? This has happened every time it rains since I was,
what? Four I think.

Well that sure is weird. Anyways I
need to wake up the others. See you later. Bridgette waved good
bye as I stepped out side and went next door to the boys side. I
opened their door and pulled the trigger again. Thankfully no one hit
their heads, all though Harold fell out of his bed. Duncan looked up
at me from his bed and smiled that cocky smile he all ways gave me.
At first I had hated it but now it seemed kinda cute. Morning
Sunshine. Nice jammies. I looked down and noticed I was still in
my pink silk pajama pants with matching pink silk shirt with thin
straps. I blushed and hoped no one else noticed. Ya well just
get up. I was about to run out of the cabin when Duncan started to
speak again.

Ah, Im to tired to get up. Youre going
to have to help me get out of bed. I rolled my eyes and smiled at
him. I walked over to his bed, grabbing his hand and pulled him up.
He stood next to me smiling. Thanks Princess what is that on
your arm? he pointed to the top of my left arm. I looked down and
felt dread creep over me. Is that a tattoo? he said barley
containing his laughter.

Uh ya what of it? I said
putting a hand over my tattoo of a snake with a rose in its
mouth.

Nothing. Just that I never expected someone like you
would have a tattoo, especially one like that. Looks like the
Princess does have a dark side. How come Ive never seen it
before?

Well first of all I DONT have a dark side.
Second my sleeve has always covered it. Duh. I said making a
stupid face and letting my tongue hang out.

So when did
you get a tattoo? he asked obviously entertaining himself.

None
of your business, all right? I said starting to get irritated.
Look I have to go, Im doing Chris a little favor right
now.

Duncan looked a confused but then quickly asked What
favor?

Again, none of your business.

He
shrugged. All right then, meet you at breakfast Princess, he
said winking. I rolled my eyes, clearly irritated now.

Ya
well, maybe you will maybe you wont. With that I backed out
quickly and went back into the girls side, leaving Duncan with a
confused look again. ‘I wonder what she could be doing for Chris’. He
thought. But he shrugged off the thought and got dressed for the
day.

Bridgette was all ready dressed when I came back and had
miraculously fixed her hair. She asked what was wrong when she saw
how red my face was.

I just walked in the boys cabin
looking like this, I motioned to my pajamas.

Oh thats
not very bad. At least you werent wearing anything totally
embarrassing. I think you pajamas are cute.

He also
noticed my tattoo

Oh, well that is pretty bad. But
Im sure Duncan has lots of tattoos.

I felt reassured and
nodded towards her. Thanks Bridgette. Ill go get the Gofers up.
But this time I wont go in their cabins. I ran outside all the way
to the Gofers cabins. I sounded the wake up call one more time before
running back to my cabin, shaking off as much water as possible
before entering. Inside I quickly changed into my normal outfit. We
hung around the cabin for about an hour talking before we figured it
was late enough for breakfast. I quickly slipped on a sweater,
pulling its hood tight over my head. Hey, Bridgette said from
the door. Race you to the mess hall! I smiled at her. Your
on! Ready, set, GO! We ran out the door and headed for the mess
hall. The rain had begun to light up but the ground was still muddy
and slippery, but we made it there without injury.

Ha! I
won! I said as I ran in to the mess hall. Bridgette came in
panting beside me.

You sure were fast, she said. Chef
was behind the counter and he clapped a bit for me. I bowed and took
a seat on the Bass table. Bridgette sat next to me. So why were
you so embarrassed when you walked into the cabin in your pajamas?
They really arent that bad, neither is your tattoo. I
blushed again as I remembered seeing Duncan smile at me and comment
on my PJs and tattoo. Bridgette thought for a while before saying,
Is it because Duncan was there? now I could tell my face was
totally red. It is! Come on Courtney Im tired of hearing you
denying you like him, admit it!

Ok.

Dont
give me that! Wait, what?

I said ok. I think I can admit it
now I think he IS starting to grow on me a bit. I smiled to my
self happily. Bridgettes jaw dropped. She couldnt believe I had
actually admitted what I had denied for so long. She let out a
high-pitched squeal, like the ones Sadie and Katie all ways did.

Oh
Courtney I knew it! Im so proud of you! she said giving me a
quick hug. I was surprised at how much this ment to her. At that
point the others had started to come in. No one else heard their
little conversation, except Chef who stood by smiling evilly taking
notes, and I got in line with Bridgette. I was behind her and before
Heather. I made a face when Chef dumped some kind of green goop on
Bridgettes plate in front of me and when it was my turn I prepared
for the worst, but I was not prepared for what happened next. Chef
gave me the best looking food Id seen in weeks, a whole breakfast
buffet to! He gave me eggs; sausages, bacon, pancakes, hash browns,
waffles, orange juice, and he even gave me a nice looking cup cake
for breakfast dessert. I stared at my plate in awe, as did every one
else around me.

What?! That is so not fair. Why does she
suddenly get all the good stuff?! Heather complained beside me.
Suddenly Chris walked in. Because Courtney here did me the nicest
favor this morning, and for that she can eat like this for the rest
of the competition! every ones mouth dropped, except mine which
dropped even lower.

But but Chris all I did was give you
some hair gel.

You saved my hair, there for you saved
me. My hair is everything to me you know. I said I owed you one so
this is how I repay you.

For the rest of the
competition?

Thats right! I couldnt believe my
ears. Suddenly I was over come by happiness.

Wow thanks
Chris! I said as I put my arms around his waist and hugged him, he
was too tall for me to reach his neck. Chris arms flew up in
surprise, and then patted my head awkwardly. Every one stared at me
with shocked expressions, but no one was as shocked as Duncan. I
pulled away from Chris and happily made my way over to where
Bridgette was sitting. She to stared at me with her mouth open and
her eyes as wide as saucers. Before I sat down I turned around and
said, Oh and thank you to Chef. He just nodded eyes wide and
mouth open like every one else. Chris was scratching the back of his
neck casually smiling a bit after his nice little hug. ‘When is the
last time I had a hug anyway?’ He asked himself. ‘Well that was nice
of her. That gel worked great to!’ He ran his fingers through his now
dry silky smooth hair. He began to whistle to him self as every
snapped out of their trance and continued down the line. I knew it
was kind of stupid to hug him but I was just so happy when I saw that
food after weeks of eating who knows what, I thought I was about to
cry. I happily started eating as the others sat around me, staring at
my food like a pack of hungry wolves.

So what was that
all about? Bridgette asked after a few minutes of poking her goop.

Oh nothing. Like he said, I did him a little favor this
morning. I said happily.

And just what might that favor
have been exactly? Duncan asked repeated from this morning with
out looking up at me.

I just gave him some hair gel. No
big.

Suuuuuuuurrrrrrre. He replied as coolly as
ever.

I put down my fork and glared at him. And what is
that supposed to mean? You just heard him now anyways, he said I had
given him hair gel. Thats it!

Oh nothing, he
mimicked. Just that it seems like you did a lot more than give him
some lousy hair gel.

Oh ya? What do you think I did for
him this morning?

Lets just say something I dont
think you would be very proud of.

I slammed my fist on the
table, making it shake. The other Bass members moved all the way to
the other end of the table and hid behind it while the Gofers looked
worriedly over at us, even Heather. Chef and Chris seemed to have
left. I cant believe you would think that! What kind of person
do you think I am?

Im not so sure any more. He
glared up at me, his eyes cold and unfeeling. His gaze was so intense
and full of hate that I stood up from the table, my eyes starting to
fill up with tears.

Fine, if thats how you feel. I
turned around and walked towards the door. Once I reached it I ran
outside without looking back. The rain had stopped and the sun was
beginning to creep out from under the clouds. I kept running until I
went a little passed the campfire pit. I sat down on a large, flat,
wet rock. I hid my face in my hands and began to cry.

Meanwhile back at the mess hall Duncan stares blankly at the
door Courtney just ran out of. He continues to poke at his food as
the Bass team slide back to their original spots. Duncan could feel
every ones eyes on him, finally it was too much and he looked up.
What? he asked stupidly. Every one, even the Gofers and yes
even Heather, shook their heads at him. What! he asked again.
They all sighed in unison and continued poking about their food.

Maybe I should check on her, Bridgette said after a
while. Geoff who sat across from her shook his head. Nah just give
her some time to cool off. Thats what she all ways does when they
have a fight. Bridgette nodded. I guess. But inside she felt
something was different about this fight, like Courtney would never
forgive Duncan for what he had said in front of every one. She also
felt that there was something worse yet to come. She didnt know it
yet but sadly, she was right. Suddenly Owen popped up staring at the
food Courtney left behind. Do you think shes going to eat
that? Bridgette smacked him on the arm and he retreated to the
Gofer table.