It's another one-shot from yours truly. This one is in response to a review I received on one of my other stories. They asked me to write about Fang and Scott dating, and I thought 'Why the heck not?'

The review was actually posted a long time ago and I'm just now getting around to it. Hey, I delivered. That's the most important thing, right?

Anyway, here you go:

Scott McLastname was a rather brash redheaded teenager who loved to scheme. His country life had made him the battle-hardened person of today. The devious lad usually wore a sleeveless white t-shirt and blue jeans.

He often got called names such as 'redneck' and 'hillbilly', but after he had had a respectful conversation with the other person, the name-calling stopped. Of course, by 'respectful conversation', I mean 'pummelling the other person into the dirt and beating the crap out of them so hard they cry for their mommas'.

Scott's shirt had actually been stained after long years of use and abuse, and has now taken on more of a tannish color. This ginger was nothing like Ron Weasley or Ed Sheeran. In fact, he was more of a-

Wait a minute. Why the heck am I telling you guys all this? You've watched Total Drama. You know what Scott is like. I think it's time we skip this dumb introduction Let's get right into the 'meat' of things if you know what I mean.

Scott, our hero, and the protagonist of this story was lying down at the beach when suddenly, the shark of his nightmares came up to him.

Scott was paralyzed in fear and had no clue of how to proceed. However, rather than devour the boy, Fang placed a big kiss on his lips.

"Ew! Bleaugh! Splat!" Scott said, spitting out the saliva. "What the hell did you do that for!?"

"That was just the beginning." Fang said. "The appetizer, if you will. Boy, are you gonna love dessert!"

"Um… what the heck are you talking about?" Scott asked, confused. "Get away from me!"

He tried to flee the scene, but Fang grabbed his arm. Scott struggled to break free but failed.

"I think it's time we get it on, big boy." Fang said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Um… what do you mean?" Scott asked nervously.

"I love you." Fang said,

Fang was about to pull down his pants, but then he stopped.

"Aw, man. I can't do that." Fang said "It will plunge this fic into the M-Rated territory. Darn."

The shark then snapped his fingers… hands? Fins?

"You're a shark!" Scott said.

"Besides, Courtney would kill me." He mumbled under his breath.

"Of the two of us, I think she's the more vicious." Fang said.

"Courtney and Fang." Scott said. "The only difference is one would eat you alive in a heartbeat, and the other's a shark."

"Hey, didn't Beth say that during Total Drama Action?" Fang asked.

"Yeah." Scott answered. "How the heck do you know that?"

"I'm a talking shark wearing pants at a beach where nobody else seems to notice me and this is what tips you off!?"

"Hm. Good point."

"Why do I have pants on anyway?" Fang asked. "I'm a shark for crying out loud!"

"Psh. I know, right?" Scott asked. "This whole scenario is ridiculous."

"Tell me about it." Fang said.

"It's almost as if this were some sort of-"

Scott rose up from his bed. He was breathing heavily and sweating hard.

"Dream." He finished.

He quickly reached for the glass of water on the table by his bed and gulped down the whole thing.

"That was by far the weirdest dream I have ever had." He said to himself.

The redhead then checked his sheets.

"... Make that the weirdest wet dream I've ever had. Ugh!"

Yeah… no frickin' way all of that happened without it being a dream. Hope you liked it. Next chapter of Noah's Tour should (hopefully) be out soon. So long!