*** Before you read this you have to go listen to Heartbreaker sa pamamagitan ng Pat Benetar even though it's from the 70's. Sorry the song fit!!!I don't usually listen to anything that isn't from somewhere near the 2000's. But go listen 'cause this'll sound a lot better with it.

Courtney's P.O.V.

It was just another araw on Total Drama World Tour. Until he showed up.

"Duncan!" Gwen exclaimed in delight and ran up to hug him. I watched with a scowl as she clung to him. She looked so happy and so ligtas in his arms. It's so comfortable there.....That should've been me. I snatched my gitara from its stand and stalked off to the change rooms.
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Duncan's P.O.V.

Gwen was snuggling into me as we hugged. Like Courtney had once. It seemed so long ago. Where was she anyway?
"Uh, Gwen?"
"Mhm?" Her voice was muffled sa pamamagitan ng my chest. It was like she loved me or something. Well she probably does. I remembered the way she'd looked at me while I was still here on Total Drama World Tour. And now I was back.
"Can you let go?" I questioned, wondering who I wanted more, Gwen or Courtney. I had loved Courtney but now she was evil. Sure she's hot when she's angry but she didn't seem to care anymore. Gwen, she was my friend but for some reason she loved me now. What happened to Trent? But when she hugged me, well I almost thought I loved her until she did that. I'd just wished that.....that it was Courtney. Maybe Courtney did still care. Like when I didn't want to sing...

Come on Duncan, please?

I could see her now, big beautiful onyx eyes filled with pleading. She'd looked so sad then. Maybe she did-

"So Duncan McQuittypants is back." Chris remarked, interrupting my thoughts. He was frowning but his eyes looked relieved.
"Temporarily." I growled. "And I'm just visiting, not singing"
"Don't you want another shot at a million? And being famous again?"
I glanced around me. So new guy and the freaky purple-haired groupie were still here. And Heather, Cody, Izzy, Owen, Lindsay, Tyler and Noah were also still on.
"Did Courtney get kicked off?" I asked Chris.
"Don't you watch the show?"
"No." I wouldn't have been surprised if she was gone. She was so cruel now. But then again Courtney was an amazing singer. She was also the only one who liked singing.
"Aww, does Duncan miss his little sweetheart?" Chris mocked.
I glared at him and cracked my knuckles. He seemed to get the message.
"Well she's still here. So if you want to see her you have to be back on the show."
What does he have her locked up somewhere or something?
"Why do you want me back anyway?"
"Because he wants better ratings. Less viewers with you gone." Chef told me.
Chris sighed. "Fine. Apparently 30% of our viewers stopped watching after you left."
Suddenly all the lights blacked out except for one spotlight on the stage behind me. I spun around to see a figure standing there. Courtney.
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Courtney's P.O.V.

I smirked from my spot on the stage to see Duncan's mouth hanging open as he gaped at me. I had my gitara - a black and silver twelve-string - and was strumming this song my mom used to always listen to. The lyrics came to me as if i'd been listening to them 24/7 and was on karaoke.

" Your pag-ibig is like a tidal wave,
Spinnin' over my head.
I'm drowning here in your promises,
better left unsaid

You're the right kind of sinner,
To release my inner fantasy...
The invincible winner
And you know that you were born to please.....

You're a
Heartbreaker,
Dream-maker,
Love-taker,
Don't you mess around with me
You're a
Heartbreaker,
Dream-maker,
Love-taker,
Don't you mess around,
No, No, No!"

I strummed the complicated gitara solo and watched as everyone gaped at me. My karamelo and brown hair flipped around as I played, and I snatched up the microphone from its stand again for the susunod verse.

"Your pag-ibig has set my soul on fire,
Burning out of control!
You taught me the ways of desire,
Now it's taking its toll!

You're the right kind of sinner,
To release my inner fantasies.
The invincible winner,
And you know that you were born to please

You're a
Heartbreaker,
Dream-maker,
Love-taker,
Don't you mess around with me
You're a
Heartbreaker,
Dream-maker,
Love-taker,
Don't you mess around,
No, No, No!"
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Duncan's P.O.V.

I watched in amazement as my girlfriend played this gitara solo. Then it dawned on me that the song was about me. I was the heartbreaker. It made sense actually. Juvenille escapees count as sinners, right? Anyway so when she and Gwen and stupid pag-awit ticked me off, apparently breaking her heart. Or maybe that was because of Gwen....but either way the song still fit! I broke off because she was pag-awit again.

"You're the right kind of sinner,
To release my inner fantasies
The invincible winner,
And you know that you were born to please....."
She jumped off the stage and landed right infront of me.
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Courtney's P.O.V.

I stopped strumming my gitara and gazed into Duncan's pale tial eyes. I was pag-awit again.

" You're a
Heartbreaker,
Dream-maker,
Love-taker,
Don't you mess around with me"

My voice was sweet and sad for this verse. Then I played my gitara again and was back to the rocker tone.

" You're a
Heartbreaker,
Dream-maker,
Love-taker-
HEARTBREAKER!!!"

I was back to slamming out a gitara solo for the final notes. Instead of playing the very last one, I flung the gitara at Duncan which aced the last note.

I stormed away sd they were all astounded byt halted as a voice called out.
"Hey, Courtney! You're supposed to make up a song!"
I growled and spun around. I was still panting from all the effort I'd put in the song.
"Fine," I panted. "Show me."
"What, you mean I actually have to sing?!?" Duncan asked in disbelief.
"Yes, you do." That was Chris. He turned to me. "Court, that was amazing but Duncan's right, you have to make it up as you go. So, you haven't finished the challenge yet."