(y/n) - your name

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"Oh, he's going through a lot." I wince as I hear Geoff crying and singing sad songs in the confessional outhouse. Bridgette got booted off the show a few days back and Geoff was taking it real hard.

Everyone besides Heather and Lindsay were playing with the frisbee but stopped hearing Geoff's sad whale calls. "Sounds like Geoff's having a hard time accepting Bridgette's been kicked off huh." Leshawna mutters out.

"Yeah. He's so weak." I raise a brow at Duncan and everyone looks at him. "What?"

"Says the guy that would do anything for his girl." DJ snickers and Duncan glares at him.

"Yeah hun, like you said, I have you wrapped around my finger." Duncan's ears turn pink as I smirk at him.

"Shut up." He mumbles quietly and I chuckle. "We should go check on him actually." Duncan suggests, kissing the top of my head as he walks past me. The girls go off talking about alliances and the guys go to comfort Geoff.

"Shit-" I wince at the loud feedback from the speakers as Chris calls for everyone to join him at the arts and craft centre. "The what? We have an arts centre?" Gwen shrugs and everyone heads over to where Chris was standing.

"Welcome to the arts and craft centre!"

"More like the arts and crap centre."

"Yeah it used to be an outhouse but this is where I keep (y/n)'s road hog."

"This is where you kept it!?" I screech, absolutely fuming.

"That's yours?" Duncan lets out a long whistle, marvelling at the beaut of a red motorbike.

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"I have a fear of driving cars but weirdly I felt safer riding a motorbike. It was easier to control than a car, just more advanced than a bicycle."

I glare at the camera. "But someone took my bike away from me so I could be forced to getting a car drivers license. Tough luck, never took it. I'm sticking to my bikers license thanks."

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"So you took my bike!" I hiss out and Chris gulps in fear.

"Your mother made me! Said it would be the only way to get you to get your car license!"

"Fuck off! You know I'm never getting in a car!" I growl lowly, stomping to get my bike from the shed. The boys ignore the fight between me and Chris and continue to ogle over my bike. Chris steers clear from me and continues to explain today's challenge where everyone had to build their own rides.

"You keep surprising me babe." Duncan walks over as I check over the bike to see that it had been maintained well. "So I'm guessing you know your way around different parts?"

"You would be so wrong. I used to get my dad to help me or send my bike to the fixers." I shrug. "I'm not an expert on fixing things."

"I could teach you." Duncan suggests as I sit down on my bike, sighing in familiar bliss of the seats and the handles against my fingers.

"I wouldn't mind watching you work around machinery." I grin as I put my helmet on after kissing Duncan's cheek. "But now, imma go on a long-deserved ride!" I cheer out, zooming down the road as Chris yelled at me.

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"Oi slow down!" I hear Chris yell out on the beach as I come to a quick stop, spraying a bit of sand in the campers faces. "Now that (y/n) is here, we can start the race." Chris glares at me and I look over to see the campers randomly sitting on a different bike other than their own. "Ready... set...-"

"-go!" I yell out and I start cheering for the campers as they race down across the beach. I revved my engines and drove up on the high cliff road alongside the beach. "Oh, and it looks like DJ is the first to go as his bike falls apart!" I wince following along with the campers. Geoff was next, crashing into the broken bits of his bike and landing on DJ. "And the bitch is next! Becoming one of the 3 stooges of the group!" Heather crashes into the boys since she wasn't watching where she was going and I gasp when Owen suddenly flies past.

"Yes! Look at that baby go!" Duncan screams out.

"Dang son! How'd you build that thing with so much speed!?" I watch Owen win first place, going round and round the island as he screams in fear. I burst out laughing as Owen slams the hood ornament just as Duncan says, flying off the bike and colliding against Chef.

The wiped-out riders were sitting on the outskirts as the rest of the campers got ready for the next race. "Campers, welcome to the Motorcross challenge!" Chris explains the death traps that are on the way through the road.

"Are you guys ready!" I yell out to the campers.

Aye aye captain!

"Go!" And they zoom off.

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"I know I shouldn't be doing this but I was rooting for Duncan."

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I cheer loudly as Duncan easily jumps over the mines, passing the other campers. I flinch as he comes to the oil spill and spins out of control, falling face flat into the dirty liquid as Lindsay and Heather pass him.

"Why is Heather suddenly winning all the time." I groan out, arms crossed as I sat on my bike. I notice Lindsay and Heather fighting and I get closer to hear Lindsay swearing her head off at Heather for being a two-faced backstabbing lying bitch.

"You're hearing this right?" Duncan gasps out as Lindsay continues yelling and swearing off at Heather.

"Holy fucking shit. That girl has a filthy mouth and that's saying something from me." My eyes widen and my jaw drops at the new insults that were flying one after the other.

"Even I wouldn't say that to anyone! I would be a dead man in prison!" Duncan gapes and everyone is shell shocked.

"She's still going at it!?" I burst out laughing, gasping for air as I slap my knee, hearing brand new curses that I've never heard of. "Lindsay, you're fucking amazing!" I cheer out and she grins at me.

"Love you too!"

"I hate that she's leaving." Gwen sighs out as the girls end their catfight and move on, everyone knowing that Lindsay has to go.

"Me to."

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I squeal out as I held onto Duncan's waist, him speeding through the woods on my motorbike as he howled to the night sky. "This baby can really fly!"

"I know right!" I scream out, chuckling as my clothes and hair whipped behind me. I hugged Duncan, nuzzling my face into his back and I feel his hand hold onto mine around his waist. Duncan speeds across the beach before stopping to a halt in front of the sea. I pant out, the adrenaline spiking in my veins as I take my helmet off and ruffle out my hair while Duncan does the same.

"That really gives you a kick of an adrenaline high." Duncan turns around in his seat as I put away our helmets. He stretches back, raising his arms above his head before resting his hands on my hips and pulling me close. "Not as much as the high I get from being with you." Duncan brushes his fingers against my cheek and I blush as I lean into his hand.

"You really are cheesy when you want to be." I giggle as I get pulled into his lap further, our chests flush against each other.

"You love it." He nuzzles his nose against mine, peppering short kisses on my lips. "You look beautiful tonight." I flush pink at the sudden compliment, realising where Duncan's hand was other than my waist. I grip his arm, shuddering nervously as his fingers run up against my thigh beneath my skirt. He littered kisses across my collarbones, brushing his fingers against the band of my underwear.

"Duncan..." I sigh out, him pulling me close as he leaned back against my bike as he continued to kiss and bite against my neck. I groan against his tight hold, his fingers running up my ass and gripping it as he bucks my hips against his.

Duncan dives to kiss me, groaning against my lips as I lay over his chest. "Fuck, I could kiss you all day." I moan softly as he runs his tongue against my lips, his fingers brushing up my waist and run against my throat. I suddenly feel something cold rest against my neck and Duncan nibbles on my bottom lip before leaning back, panting against my cheek.

"What?" I look down and see a necklace resting against my skin. "What's this?" It was a beautifully simple gold chain necklace with a small teardrop gem in the middle.

"Turn it around." I turn the necklace over and see that the gem had our initials written into it.

"I wanted to get you something." Duncan kisses the spot beneath my jaw, gently tracing my neck.

"It's beautiful! You didn't have to get me anything though. I didn't get to give you something either." I frown sadly and Duncan just kisses my forehead.

"Shut up, you deserve to get showered with gifts and I don't need you to get me anything." I smile brightly, jumping on him and hugging him tightly.

"I love it!" I was absolutely overjoyed with the precious gift, kissing Duncan passionately. "By the way, was this in one of those boxes the prison sent?" He nods sheepishly and I smile at him. "Thank you Duncan."