Wow, my writing juices are flowing today! Episode 4 of Total Drama Revenge of the Island really kicked my ass into high gear. For those of you still awaiting my Dawn/Gwen fic, it will be forth-coming in time. But for now, I've got to do this! This won't stay as a one shot, and will be updated after each episode I watch until the finale, unless my juices for writing get amped on this story, which will depend on amount of feedback.
Really, all I'm doing is trying to leap onto the Love Triangle ship before anyone else does. I missed the boat, big-time, with the GwenxDuncanxCourtney triangle, but I'll be an early sailor for this one!
Anyways, the ZoeyXMike/VitoXAnne Maria triangle is just plain fascinating me! Writing juices full blast, System of a Down, Shakira, and Linkin Park blaring in the backgrounds, I can only say one thing…It's like I'm paranoid looking over my back it's like a whirlwind, because HERE WE GO!
-Total Drama Revenge of the Island, Season 4-Finders Creepers-Mike's POV-
"Maybe you'd want to do some kissing up! And not to you Mike, we all know where your lips have been." The teenager looked down, disappointment lining his face. This was the worst night of his life, by all means. He really only had two options.
"Brick, Jo, maybe you two could do some kissing up." I had voted for myself. But it was obvious I wasn't going. None of my teammates found any problem with me yet, as they had all been to busy fuming at Brick and Jo over their loss.
"Where is Chef?" Chris asked, tapping his foot impatiently. None of us really bothered to answer. We had no reason to. I dared, of all things, to look out of the corner of my eye, my glance brushing her face. Zoey seemed to look the same I bet I looked. Heartbroken and disappointed. The two options came to mind again, and in all reality, neither one of them sounded good enough to follow through with.
Chris' words fell on deaf ears after he forced Brick onto the other team and launched Dakota off the hurl of shame. Everyone was walking away, seeming neutral, self-satisfied, or in my case, let down.
Let down by myself. Let down by Vito. A let down to Zoey. She had no reason to have to be put through this torture I had to be wrenching her thought, and if past history said anything, it proved nothing but that the anguish she would go through would only become worse for her. And it was all because of my stupid disability! In anger I found myself standing up, kicking the sand and dirt mixture around us, some of it landing in the still cackling fire.
"Mike, I…" Zoey was still here? I turned around, showing that indeed she was stilling sitting on the log, looking at me with a frown.
"I…" There we no words that came out of my mouth. Either I played along the best I could with Vito, or, I confessed to Zoey and Anne Maria, and then see what would come of that, probably the girl of my dreams, aka ZOEY leaving me due to the unstability.
"Back in my day we wouldn't worry about what one thought of us or not. We just told the truth-"
"Shut Up Chester!"
"You really seem to like Anne Maria, don't you?"
This was a wedge. A major wedge. I bit my lip, looking to the side. Somehow my glance ended up staring at the right-most shoe she was wearing. "It's not that Zoey, it's…" Silence defaced my explanation again.
"Mike, I can handle the truth a whole lot better if you just come flat out and tell me."
No you wouldn't Zoey. No you wouldn't.
It was a long moment of awkward silence. Several hours had to have past, the fire had even died out. And here we were, her looking expectantly at me, Me looking down to the ground in dissapointment.
"Zoey…I…"
She didn't interrupt the brief pause.
"I have a disability of sorts…" I rubbed the back of my head. Her right eyebrow raised a fraction of an inch, showing that either she was shifting her face, or she was slightly interested. "I can't control myself."
"What do you mean?"
"I can't control my thoughts, abilities, and…" Another glance to the ground. If I told her that I had multi-personality disorder, I'm done for. But I'm virtually done for now!
"Just tell me."
"I'm not able to control myself. Sometimes, often at the worst times, I lose entire control of the demons inside of me, and I can't act logically with that going on."
There was no verbal response. She was probably contemplating on rather she should dump me or not. She will. The last girl I had met that ever showed any interest in me dumped me for the same reason. A sigh escaped my mouth as I dropped my head down once more, eyes closed in defeat.
If Mike realized how wrong he had been, he would've been surprised. Almost unexpectedly, a pair of arms wrapped around his torso, and Zoey pulled herself up against him, putting her mouth right against his own.
Almost like a carbon-fusion copy of what had happened years prior, almost in the exact same spot to a pair of females named Heather and Lindsey, their bodies awoke with a nerve racketing jolt. Their eyes shot open, and they felt like they were melted together instantly, nothing on earth could or should stop their loving embrace. There wasn't any tongue games, no moans, it was a mouth-to-mouth kiss, plain and simple. But the meaning behind it was more then just plain and simple.
After several earth-shattering, breath stealing moments the two withdrew, smiling at each other. She laid her right hand to rest in his open right palm, and he closed it on her hand, tightly gripping it without squeezing the life out of it.
"I'm right here for you, whenever you need me for anything." Those marvelous lips read as she remarked some of the most powerful words I had ever heard in my life.
"Thanks Zoey. I'll be here also." Hands clasped, I began walking, taking her with me, toward the cabin. Who on earth would of expected she would of taken it so well?
*A/N: The fluffines…kill me now. Oh well. You know me. I can't just let fluff go! I have to introduce some problems! Here are the problems for this hit couple!*
-Zoey's POV-Confessional Camera-
"Odd. Apparently, he can't control base natures. I've not really heard of such a disorder like that, but it must exist." She looks downward, exhales, and drags a stick she was holding in her hand across the ground. "Besides, that would explain why he lapses into those comedy routines, as he is basically trying to cope with his problems. I can a lot him that. No problem." Her gaze shifts upward once more at this point. "However…" Her eyelids narrowed, showing the world that indeed, she had anger. "I don't want to lose Mike. And as petty as this may sound, I'm going to fight for him. Not the tooth and claw battle, but with loyalty! Until there is a cure for his disorder, I'll stand by his side, helping him along, and probably even after there is a cure!" She smiled, and clapped her hands together just below her neck, looking skywards and exhaling in satisfaction. The stick she had been holding then dropped, and as it hit the ground the camera view went to static.
-Zoey's POV-Non-confessional-
As Mike opened the door, so gentlemanly, I smiled one more time at him, and the gaze was one of mutual understanding. I walked in, heading toward the bunk I would be sleeping in. It was only a few hours until sunrise, and knowing Chris, I should get as much sleep as possible. Why even bother changing clothes?
Sleep congregated on the two love birds rapidly, along with everyone else in the cabin. There wasn't really any reason for staying awake.
I know the section form Zoey's POV was quite limited and small. I didn't exactly know HOW to expand on it right now. Besides, the problem is stated. She thinks that it is a defect disorder, not a to much of disorder. So…the wrong cure? Maybe. Not to mention, Anne Maria is a selfish female, and I don't really think that she'll give up Mike's Vito side very fast, if at all. Review! Next chapter…Well, I hoping to see some white stuff on the monitor.
