Hey everyone, so here's the first chapter of my first story on here. Warning-contains DuncanxGwen. You have ten seconds to leave. Ok, enjoy the story.
(Gwen's POV)
I sat under a tree on a nice day, a half hour before Chris would call us for breakfast-which i would rather starve than eat Chefs cooking, icky-and wrote in my journal. I kept my eyes on it the entire time, just in case Satan's spawn would want to steal it and humiliate me again. Grr, i hate her.
"Well, yesterday, in the movie set challenge, things ended well for me and Trent. I assured him that his worries I would cheat on him with Duncan were unneeded. We were just good friends, and Trent and I were still going strong. I just hope it stays that way, no trouble..."
I thought about the previous episode. Yes, unfortunately, my boyfriend Trent and I were put on different teams. I chose my friend Duncan first for my team, and we hung out a LOT during the challenge. I also told him-mostly to get him to play the gangster-that he was sexy. Trent didn't like any of it a bit and it led to a dispute. However, later we made up, as I reminded him that he was the only one for me. Duncan could never be him, even though the guy was pretty hot-
"SHOO!" I yelled, smacking the camera away that was trying to look in my journal. God, why did these things have to be everywhere? You couldn't even take a crap without feeling like you were being watched!
"Camera bothering you, sweetheart?" Duncan walked over a few minutes later. I straightened up and replied "One of the many disadvantages about here."
He nodded, pulled out his knife, and begin to cut his fingernails with it. "Don't hurt yourself," I told him. Duncan and I were alike in many ways-we were both pranksters, we had colored highlights, etc-but while he was always so footloose and carefree, i was all for safety and well being.
"Whatever." He looked at me. "So what's up?"
"Nothing, just writing in my journal."
"Can I look?" He reached for it.
"NO!" I exclaimed, swiping it out of reach. He fell over.
"Crap! Are you ok?"
He laughed and got up, his mohawk swaying slightly. "Yes, female Edward Cullen."
I made a gagging sound. "I would never be an emo vampire poser. I would be Buffy."
Then the intercom turned on. "Attention cast mates, it is time for brekkie!"
"I'd rather starve," muttered Duncan as he got up and brushed grass stains off his..butt..
"Gwen?"
I snapped back into reality. "Coming!"
At breakfast, was when the trouble started. Duncan was harassing Trent, starting with the unscrewing the saltshaker trick.
"HAHAHAHA!" he laughed, seeing the snow on Trent's plate. "Sorry for the morning a-SALT!"
I punched him. "Third grade called. You're due back in class."
Trent wasn't amused. "Very mature. Don't you know its bad luck to spill salt?" He threw some over his shoulder, not seeing Heather behind him.
"Not that a little pepper won't do," he said, and yes, that was unscrewed too. He threw it back again and Heather sneezed and ran away. The witch of Total Drama got a taste of her medicine!
Duncan howled again. "Hey you going to finish those eggs, bro?" he asked, plucking one off of Trent's plate and into his mouth.
"Are you nuts?" Trent cried. "Now i only have eight pieces!" Why was that such a big deal?
"Am I nuts? Dude, you're officially capital-W weird." Uh oh.
"Which is good" I stepped in "Because i happen to really like weird." Then i plucked another egg of Trent's plate and into my mouth. "There. Now you have seven pieces. Which is an odd number again, is that good?"
"Abso-Gwen-ly" Trent smiled. Duncan gagged.
I tried not to show my confusion. What was going on? Why was Trent suddenly-nuts?
