Author's Note: Hey guys, ClockworkKitten here, just letting you all know that I do NOT own any part of the Total Drama Series, this is my first fanfic, and I appreciate feedback. Oh, the story takes place when Trent leaves during TDA and Chris is 34, but nothing naughty is going to happen. I hope to continue this if you like!

Gwen's P.O.V.

Dear Diary, Today has to be one of the worst days I've had in a while. First, I found out about Trent's weird obsession of doing everything nine times because the four letters in my name plus five in his equals nine. Then he started throwing challenges for me to win, which I know he was trying to be sweet, but cheating isn't fair. Plus, Trent started acting weird when Duncan and I started hanging out, I mean Duncan's a cool guy and all, but he has a major crush on Courtney, bleh! So anyway, Trent and I broke up, I told him what he was doing was wrong, Justin overheard us talking and I convinced him things were truly over by giving him the ok to vote off Trent. I feel bad, sure, but I want to win fair and square, even if it costs me my friends. Trent has already left, and I'm safe until the next competition

"Crap, Trent kept my lucky necklace," I sighed quietly, remembering that I neglected to get it when we broke up, "so much for a good luck charm." I went set my diary on the rock I was leaning against, the moon was full and no one was here to annoy me on the cliff.

I began to drift into my thoughts about what to do next, I knew I would have to throw challenges for the Killer Grips, but I also had to move on, Trent was gone and I was ok with that, but how could I cope with losing the only friends I've made here? Leshawna may understand, but this is something Justin and Heather would definitely use against me.

*Crunch* My thoughts disappeared as I heard someone, or something, approaching, crushing small twigs beneath its feet. I quickly turned around to see a human shaped figure approach, "Duncan?"

Chris' P.O.V.

After another day of tormenting my teenage victims, man I love my job, I decided to wander around the abandoned studio to gather inspiration for the next challenge in a couple of days. I need time to gather props and test explosives, plus the kids needed a break every now and then, nah who am I kidding.

The best place I always drew inspiration from came from on top the cliff, where I could see the whole studio and crate the best challenges, I love torturing these kids by making the run.

Well, I guess I won't be alone tonight, I thought as I approached the lone figure near my favorite scheming spot. "Nah, it's me, Chris, the host with the most."

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, you're not the only living dead on set… kidding, it's actually tough being Total Drama's writer, background designer, director, and executive producer. Sometimes I just need to get away from the crew and think."

"I didn't know you did all that, including thinking."

"Watch it, mind if I?" I asked as I sat down.

"Um, I guess not."

"So what are you up to? Some sort of moonlit ritual? Making a voodoo doll of the Heather?"

"No," Gwen laughed slightly at the Heather comment before blushing, "If you must know, I'm writing in my diary."

"You better keep it in a safe place from Heather, especially after last season, pretty harsh what she did." I commented, referring to last season's talent show, "But nice weather to write under the moonlight in."

"You would know?"

"Yeah, I used to be a major goth kid when I was a teenager, I did the whole 'writing poetry in a graveyard' and obsessing over Poe. How do you think I got my first modeling gig?" I asked.

Gwen shrugged.

"I was a model for Goth Topic…"

She busted up with laughter, "You? A mainstream goth model? No way!"

"Yeah, why do you think I have such long, good looking, black hair?" I asked half sarcastically.

"Okay, okay, you have a point."

"By the way, it's not yet midnight, happy birthday."

Gwen's P.O.V.

"Happy birthday? Ugh, I've been so upset over Trent, I forgot today was my own birthday!" I sighed, "Some birthday, I break up with my boyfriend, he gets voted off, everyone hates me, and Trent took my necklace."

"I know, don't forget, I see everything."

I glared at Chris as he smugly smiled.

"Sorry… hey, wait," Chris said as he reached for the small leather pouch that hung off his necklace. I always wondered what he kept in it. He pulled out something an dropped it in my hands, "here, keep it as your new good luck charm."

I looked down at it to see a small hand painted skull looking up at me, 1787 was carved onto its forehead. "Thanks!"

"It was a souvenir I got when I did my first major modeling job in Paris at the French Catacombs," Chris explained, he drifted off into thought, probably reminiscing about the good old times, or the 80's, whichever came first.

"So, why did you stop being goth?"

"I sold out, goth was out, it was the late 90's and everyone said my look was too 1880's," he replied, I could have sworn he shuddered just thinking about the 90's.

Chris' P.O.V.

I remember the trip when I got the small skull, it was my first time overseas, goth was out in America, but the Europeans always appreciated the darker, romantic side of life and fashion. I snapped out of my thoughts. "Yeah kid, don't sell out. Sure the money may seem worth it and you may get to torture a group of teenagers, well you know what it's like to torture the boys-"

Gwen scoffed, "Yeah right, I heard Trent was into Lindsay now, and Duncan likes Courtney, I-"

"Trent fell for you, they guys just fell too hard and went crazy, and Duncan only likes Courtney because she's a manipulative brat. Cody constantly vies for your attention, you denying him and watching him get crushed is always fun. Owen and Tyler have even agreed you're hot. Girls like Heather are only jealous they don't get that much attention, just sayin'."

Gwen's face was almost completely red by now. "I'm just telling you kid, life gets better, forget about Trent and move on."

She stood up, "Well, thank for the chat Chris, I should head back to my trailer now, I finally feel like I can sleep-" I stood up, and next thing I knew, I was holding her.

Gwen's P.O.V.

I was a little shocked to feel Chris' arms wrapped around me, I mean we haven't always gotten along, and as much as I despise his cocky smile, I have to admit, I secretly adored it. "But Chris-"

"I know, you're like half my age, you just turned 17, but just know I'm here for you, if you need me," he lifted my chin slightly as he stared into my eyes, I swear I almost melted, he kissed my forehead before releasing me and going back to watching the moon. I took one more look at the small gift he gave me and headed back to my trailer. Maybe I wasn't so alone after all.

Chris' P.O.V.

I couldn't handle watching Gwen leave, so I watched the equally beautiful moon instead. As I leaned against the rock where she sat, I knocked her diary off the rock behind me; I picked it up and held it near me, hoping she would return for it.