Ack! I'm sorry about this, since there are SO many stories I should be working on, but I've been having writers block lately, and plus, once I get these ideas, they just bounce around for weeks and I can't write anything else!

This is inspired by "Criminal" by Britney Spears. I won't include the lyrics, because, well, that's pretty much what's written in Courtney's letter in the end.
So, review please, nothing nasty, DxC forever, DxG sucks (too boring, not enough conflict- y'know?)

I knew my mother wouldn't be proud of me. I knew she would want to ring my neck. I knew… I knew…

I knew she didn't approve of Duncan.
But that was why I was doing this. Sure, we were 18 now, and I could move out, but…
I didn't get it.
I didn't get into Harvard. I was certain I would, and didn't bother to send an application to any other schools. Everywhere I went I was "That crazy CIT from Total Drama" or "Duncan's ex-ex-girlfriend", two exes because we were back together, but people still loved to bring up that stupid boyfriend-stealing Goth… Now Duncan, him I forgave. But Gwen… She knew what it was like to be cheated on. First season, Trent and Heather, ring a bell? And sure, it was mostly Duncan's fault, but you didn't see Gwen pulling away, now did you?
But I'm getting off topic. But people calling me out on who I was had been the reason for not getting a job. A single tear spilled from my eye. I couldn't let my mother think I was doing this against my will. I covered this as I quickly wrote the next line. She would be home from work soon, and she couldn't be here when I left. I know, you're probably wondering where my father is… well, where he is depends on your religion, or lack of, in some cases. He… died last month. Killed by a drunk driver. I felt terrible doing this to my mother so soon after, but… I just couldn't take it anymore! Her trying to keep me away from my first love… I was a big-girl now; I could make my own choices!

Focus Courtney! My inner voice screamed. I jotted down the last line. I re-read the letter, knowing this could be my final goodbye if losing both a daughter and husband became too much to handle.

My dearest mother,
I know you're going to be angry, actually, I wouldn't be surprised if you disowned me. But… I'm in love with a criminal, and there's nothing you can do about it. And I know this isn't rational, but we're running away together. Please don't cry, mama, I'll be alright. All reasoning aside, I just can't deny that I love him. I know you've told me he's just… a dog astray… a loser… going nowhere… but I don't care. He's none of those things… but at the same time, he's all of them. Please don't cry, I'll be fine, and if it's meant to be, I'll see you again. I love you, but I can't take it anymore. I love you, believe me, I do.

I placed the note, which was hard to read because of the running ink (caused by my tears) on the kitchen counter, picked up the bag containing only my necessities, and left my house, possibly for the last time. I had to hold back my tears, I had to be strong. You had to be when you were in love with Duncan.

Ahh! That SUCKED and I know it! Oh well, I had to get it OUT OF MY NORMAL EARTH BRAIN! (Can anyone guess who that was an imitation of? No, not a Total Drama character… I'll give you a hint. "WHY WAS THERE BACON IN THE SOAP?")

But anyway, I hope you enjoyed (how could you? This was terrible. I had it ALL written out, but then my computer randomly shut down before it was saved! All I had was the first paragraph!) This… thing…

The one and only…