*Yeah, so this was SUPPOSED to be a oneshot, but it ended up not being so. Maybe it'll be a twoshot or something. Anyways, this is set a couple weeks before they film the fourth (or third was it?) Aftermath in Hawaii. So they're all hanging there and yeah, the rest will be explained in the story. Please enjoy!*

Hawaii was truly a beautiful place. Right after the Aftermath in which Geoff got rid of Blaineley, he shoved us all in a plane and we actually came to Hawaii to party about it! It was truly amazing. And, even aside from that, a whole bunch of our family's were coming as off-screen spectators for the next aftermath and the finale. I walked out onto the beach with my whole body coated in sunscreen twice over and looked out at the beautiful sight. It was early morning around eight, and surprisingly everyone was awake. I caught a frisbee that was flying low to the ground and tossed it back to a kid of about twelve or thirteen with yellow-blonde hair.

"Thanks." He said as he panted. Then, he scampered off to a nearby clearing where his brother, Geoff, DJ, and Noah's little cousins were waiting for him. I found Noah nearby perched underneath a thick tree with a book in his lap. He wasn't reading it, however. He appeared to be arguing with a little boy. There was a boy that looked like a baby version of Noah, but with darker hair, and a happier expression on his face poking him all over. Another one of his many cousins that were staying here, no doubt.

"Ugh! Will you stop that, Ron? I'm trying to read!" I heard him complain, then laughed to myself as I walked past. I got near the beach where I found Bridgette's citrus colored surfboard sticking straight out of the white sand. I picked up a fruity drink from a platter a nearby intern was holding and went over to met the blonde beauty. I saw a log when I got there, and sat on it to keep from getting white sand all over my black clothing.

"Hey, Gwen." Bridgette greeted cheerily. I smiled in response.

"Hi, Love." Greeted a woman sitting a few inches to Bridgette's right. She was the spitting image of my friend. Same face, but it was a little older. There was a little wrinkle around her eye whenever she would talk or smile. It suited her, though. She also had the same long hair, but unlike Bridgette, her hair was long and loose and everywhere. The only attempt at controlling it the woman had made was tying a beaded string around her head and forehead, but it wasn't helping much. She was wearing a long, brown, gauzy sundress that just touched her bare feet. There was no doubt in my mind that this was Bridgette's mother.

"Hey, you're Bridgette's mom?" I asked politely while sipping the cool drink in my hand. She nodded. I smiled sweetly.

"You're mom coming?" Bridgette asked worriedly.

"My mom and little brother should be here today." I answered. They weren't supposed to be here until later, though. This afternoon, per-say...

"Cool. Did anyone else get thrown yet?" She changed the subject. Since we got to Hawaii, the people that've gotten eliminated since after the last Aftermath have just been tossed out of rather high flying helicopter instead of actually landing safely. When Blaineley and my nightmare a.k.a. Courtney got thrown, Bridgette had to go get Blaineley out of the deep part of the shark infested waters while we all decided to send Katie and Sadie, and their sisters, Katie's sister Allie and Sadie's sister Sally to go fish Courtney out of a cave. Boy, was that fun. It provided us with two solid hours of laughter that afternoon. No one was laughing a few days before that, when Owen got stuck in some big exotic tree. Geoff, DJ, and Geoff's younger brother from before spent three hours trying to get him out before they called Eva over with her mom and dad, whom it took all of three seconds to release Owen.

"Not that I know of." I answered. There's usually some chatter whenever that happens, and I didn't notice anything this morning.

"Do we even know who got eliminated?" Bridgette's mom chimed in. I was shocked that she even knew what we were talking about. But then again, Bridge is really close to her mom, so she probably already told her everything. I, on the other hand, have told my mom and brother nothing. They know absolutely nothing about the show aside from the "Trent was my boyfriend, and now he's not" thing. Mom and Ted, my brother had met him once, Ted didn't like him, but mom thought he was sweet. I'm secretly hoping that Duncan can make it to the final three again so that he doesn't have to formally meet my Mom until the finale's over. By then, I could at least tell him not to start rambling on about the time he accidentally blew up his parole officer's car on a dare or when he scaled the wall to get out of juvie, ugh, or the fact that he's wanted in thirty-nine in the fifty states! This is all, of course wether or not I feel like talking to him, after that stunt he pulled in Australia...

"Hey, Gwen! Yoohoo!" Bridgette said as she waved her hands back and forth in front of my face. I smacked them away promptly.

"Sorry, I'm here." I said while watching Bridgette rub her hands.

"Why'd you zone out like that?" Bridgette's mom asked.

"Just...thinking." I answered. It was true, just a little vague on the details.

"What about? You appeared deep in thought." the older blonde inquired.

"Oh, I bet it was about Duncan again!" Bridgette taunted. I scowled at her ability to know what I'm thinking.

"Not true!" I defended, but I could tell by both of their facial expressions that they weren't buying it. "Okay, maybe just a little." I admitted in a weak and quiet voice.

"Just a little what? Suntan lotion? You really could use it, sweetie. I mean, you look like you're burning up!" Complained my mother...wait! My Mother? I lifted my feet and spun on the log until I was facing the opposite direction than I was before. Mom and my brother were standing there luggage-free. I stood up and threw my arms around my mom.

"Hi, Gwen." Mom said as I pulled away from her.

"Mom, you're early. And, you got a makeover." I said, pulling at her hair. Instead of a big, brown poof, her hair was thin and straight and went right past her shoulder. Her bangs went straight across and covered her forehead, but they were sort of volumized as well. Instead of her usual pink jacket and dress, she was wearing a pale green Hawaiian shirt. It wasn't a big, loud, tacky one, though. The palm leaf pattern on it was in a neutral beige. The skirt she was wearing was a green, faded, denim one that stopped an inch or two above her knees. Her pink high-heels were replaced by a pair of tan wicker-like wedges that made my mom a good six inches taller than me, since we're actually the same height. The strappy part of the sandal was a wicker all over pattern that went across the front of her foot. She had finished the look off with big, black, oversized sunglasses.

"I got it styled for an event last month, and it just stuck with me!" Mom yelled, twisting a piece of her fringe in between two of her fingers. Then she looked at me like she was confused. "You don't like it?" She asked with a frown.

"No, no, I love it! It looks great on you." I assured my mom with an added thumbs-up. We smiled at each other for a moment until I heard Ted clear his throat.

"Ted!" I screamed happily before throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him close as well. I pulled away from him and gasped. "Ted..." I trailed off in a completely different tone of voice than the one I used for the first time I yelled his name. Ted got rid of his trucker hat and brown hair and morphed it into the trendy, shaggy emo hair, but with a way cooler look than the emo kids actually do it. It was only when I pulled away from him that I realized the black was actually a very dark blue. His shirt was a regular gray T-Shirt with a black skull pattern all over it. His bottoms were baggy, gray and black plaid shorts with a chain on them. He had on a pair of black boyish flip-flops that were actually pretty cool.

"Someone had to take your place as the school freak." He joked. We laughed at the same time.

"Well, I'm glad it was you." I laughed. Then, I looked back at Bridgette and her mom. "Oh, Mom, Ted, this is my friend Bridgette, and her mom..." I stopped because I didn't know her name. She got up and gracefully walked over to where my mother was before squeezing her tightly.

"Ramona." I heard her say. When she released my mom, Mom choked a bit, but smiled at Bridgette's mother's friendliness. "You can all call me that." Ramona assured my family and I.

"Sweet. Oh hey, cool guitar!" Bridgette exclaimed. I didn't even notice Ted gripping the guitar by its neck. Bridgette was right, it's beautiful. A pure black, '57 Gibson Les Paul guitar. It's my brother's-heck-it's my pride and joy because it's gorgeous. It glinted in the sun for a moment.

"Yeah, I've got a couple more songs down." He commented. Ted wasn't the best guitar player, but he swears that one day he will be, and I believe him. That's actually the reason Ted and Trent don't get along. Trent thinks they're still buddy-buddy and whatnot, but Ted's always been jealous of Trent's guitar skills. And to top it off, he's very protective of me.

"Are we going to hear some, sweetie?" Mom asked him.

"Maybe later, I'm going to go chill out with the guys." He said as he pointed with his thumb to the clearing where Geoff, his brothers, DJ, and now Tyler were throwing a frisbee around. He gently laid his guitar against a tree and started trotting away.

"Wait! Let me introduce you!" I screamed. I looked back at Mom and shoved my fruit drink into her hand.

"Try it. It's delicious!" I assured her before catching up to my brother. I put my arm around him and walked over to Geoff.

"Hey Geoff." I greeted.

"What's up, Man?" He asked excitedly. I couldn't help but smile. It faded though, when Geoff started looking at Ted funny. He covered his mouth with one of his hands and leaned into me. "What'd you do to Duncan?" He asked curiously. I gave him a confused expression before I actually got it.

"What? No! This is my little brother Ted. He's fifteen." Lord help that boy, he's an idiot.

"Oh, sweet! Good to meet you, bro!" Geoff yelled as he and Ted did this weird handshake that they apparently had no practice at, yet still managed to pull off.

"So...aren't you going to indroduce me to your little bro?" He asked, pointing to Geoff's little brother.

"Oh, yeah, dude. Ted, this is my awesome little brother, King!" He said, giving the blonde boy a noogie.

"Uh, that's your real name?" Ted asked skeptically.

"Totally." He said in a voice exactly like Geoff's, but not as deep. The trio started talking and I zoned out until I heard a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to my mom...and Trent.

"Honey, look who I found lurking around your little brother's guitar again. Oh, isn't he the sweetest?" She asked. I smiled and laughed nervously. I sotted Trent staring at Ted as well.

"Uh...what'd you do to Duncan?" He whispered in my ear.

"Ugh! That isn't Duncan, it's Ted!" I yelled angrily. Like I would even change Duncan. Get some common sense here, people!

"Oh." Trent said quietly. "You sure?" He asked a minute later. I glared at him and let out a low growl.

"Oh, I don't know either, love." Mom said, placing a hand on Trent's shoulder. Trent reacted by smiled politely up at her, and listening as she went on. "He looks like such a hoodlum, don't you think?" She whispered to Trent as if she were being quiet, when the whole island probably could've heard her.

"No." I muttered to myself, but Mom was waiting for Trent's answer.

"Well, he really looks different from the last time I saw him. It kind of reminds me of a sore spot." Trent replied. I knew exactly what the so-called "sore spot" was, too. In fact, it might also be mine. But he's still my boyfriend, and I'll try and defend him to a decent extent. Suddenly, the whooping sound of helicopter could be heard overhead. That, and nothing else. You could faintly hear someone yell "INCOMING!" from way up there in the flying vehicle, but after that, nothing until the teensy tiny dot in the sk was once again gone. Once it was out of earshot, you could see the next eliminated contestant plummeting to earth. And while you couldn't tell who it was by their face, you could tell by their mouth. A loud and long string of cursing was hitting our ears. This was so bad, it could make a censored block cringe. Finally, a loud thud signaled the arrival of our newest loser. At least we won't be digging this one of a cave or yanking them out of a tree. The former contestants and I formed a tight circle around our new arrival, with Ted peeking through between mine and Trent's heads. Once the dust settled, and he finally stopped cursing, we found out Duncan was joining us. Oh. Crap.

He got up off of the dirt ground and began brushing dirt off of him as Geoff held him up.

"You alright there, bro?" Geoff asked him.

"Gwen, who is that?" Ted whispered in amazement. Great, and now Ted idolizes the guy.

"Oh, Dude. Where are we?" Duncan asked looking around until a worried look came on. "Wait, are we in Fuji? 'Cause they've got a warrant for me there, and that would not be pretty." He said, dead serious.

"Ding, ding, ding, we have a loser." Noah said, laughing to himself. Duncan is apparently very short tempered today. He walked over to Noah and lifted him up by the collar of his shirt.

"I said, where are we?" He asked again through gritted teeth. I decided now would be the best time to intervene, and I was about to when Geoff beat me to it.

"It's all good, bro. We're in Hawaii!" Geoff said, throwing his arms up. Duncan dropped the scrawny boy and looked around apprehensively.

"We already checked, you're aren't wanted here." Ramona said as calmly as the cool ocean.

"Something tells me he should be." I muttered to myself. Ted had overheard, though, with him standing so close to me.

"So, you going to tell me who that is?" Ted asked, even adding a little nudge in my side.

"Oh, see, funny story about that." I said, smiling slightly. "Duncan's um...he's kind of, sort of almost..." I trailed off.

"Your boyfriend." Trent finished for me. I just stood there and gaped at him.

"I would've gotten to that." I defended myself.

"You were beating around the bush, Gwen. You're dating a criminal. But if really as good-hearted as you say, then your mother should love him." He finished. Oh, crud! My Mom probably just heard that. I sighed heavily as I looked at the dispersing group of people. I could spot Duncan from a mile away. He started making his way over here, and once again, the only thing that came to my mind was Oh, Crap!

*Do you want me to keep going? Please only ask me to if you REALLY want me to, because I have other stories to work on if you really don't like it. So just PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review!*