Well, here it is. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama Island or anything in it, nor do I own The Parent Trap or Parties R Us. Actually, I don't really own anything except my stuffed sheep, Scottie, my stuffed bunny, Bunny and my stuffed chicken, Little Chicken. And Sophie and Brendan and any others O.C.s (I'm not telling anymore! You'll find out sooner or later!)

Geoff and Bridgette had tried to stay together after TDI, but it didn't work out, with thousands of miles between them, it was too hard to keep in touch. They slowly drifted apart, to the point where they hadn't heard from one another in years. They had both gone their separate ways, gotten married, had kids, and sadly each gotten a divorce. But it wasn't the last time they would meet…

*Flashback*2 years after Total Drama Island*

Bridgette sat on the comfy maroon sofa of her living room, twisting the phone cord around her finger until she realized that she was cutting off her circulation and her finger was turning blue. She was nervous beyond belief making this call, but she knew he would understand. She dialed the number that she had memorized by heart, simply by routine, and let the phone ring. And ring. And ring. Right when she was sure that the dial tone would pick up, she heard a familiar voice say "Hello?

Bridgette took a deep breath before beginning.

"Hi Geoff, it's Bridgette."

"I know."

She scrunched her face up in confusion.

"How do you know?"

"Caller I.D."

"Oh." She said awkwardly. There was an awkward silence, the type where you completely blank out on your mental list of conversational helpers.

"So." Geoff finally said. "What do you want to talk about?"

Bridgette took a calming breath and then said "Geoff, you and I both know this isn't working out. I mean, you're an awesome guy but…" She trailed off and then started again after a pause. "I think we should see other people for a while." She blurted and felt a surge of relief rush through her body. Then, she felt worry when there was silence on the other end.

"Geoff?" she pleaded. "You there?"

"Yeah." He finally said. "Yeah, that's a good idea."

Bridgette took yet another breath and said "Well, I guess this is goodbye."

Geoff said "Yeah, I guess."

"Bye Geoff."

"Bye Bridgette."

Click. And then the dial tone. Beeeeeep.

She let out a breath, and to her surprise, a tear escaped from her tightly composed façade. She wiped it away and went to make something to eat.

*End Flashback*

16 years later…

"Brendan Fisher! Do you mind explaining why your school administrator's office called me this after noon saying that you allegedly threw a timed stink bomb into the teacher's lounge? And don't even try to sweet talk me, young man! I am not going to fall for it this time!" Bridgette's face was tomato-red from yelling at her 10-year old son. He, on the other hand, was calm, cool and collected, looking sweetly and innocently up at his mother's face.

"I love you mommy." He said, piling on the cuteness factor. He had gotten that from his father, the jerk who had walked out on her 6 years ago for someone considerably younger. Aidan. The hurt inside of her swelled up and she forgot about the fact that her son was becoming a juvenile delinquent at age 10. Then she snapped back to reality and was about to continue on her rant when Sophie, her 9-year-old daughter, pulled on her sleeve and said "Mom, I'm kind of hungry. Is there anything to eat?" That seemed to be the universal question for Bridgette. Food and money, none of which they had very much of. She ruffled her little girl's dark, shiny hair and said "I'll fix up something for dinner, all right?" Sophie nodded. She turned her attention back to her son. "And don't you think this is over, young man. You are not, and I repeat NOT off the hook! Am I making myself clear?"

He nodded quickly "Crystal."

Satisfied, Bridgette made her way to the kitchen and looked in the poorly stocked pantry. There was a small refrigerator sitting at the bottom and she opened it first. There was a bunch of grapes, a box of frozen pancakes, a couple boxes of margarine and a jug of milk. She closed the fridge and looked above it at the rest of their food supply: several cans of tomato soup and chicken broth, a large collection of various kinds of macaroni and cheese, a box of corn flakes, a jug of cooking oil, a can of asparagus, some peanut butter and jelly, and a loaf of bread. She sighed and called "Is macaroni and cheese ok?" from somewhere in their small townhouse came an "Ok!"

She went back to the pantry and grabbed the milk, margarine, and one box of mac and cheese and started to boil some water. Exhausted, she sat down at their small wooden table which had been donated by charity. Her job at the local Wal-Mart, monitoring the jewelry counter, did not pay very well, just enough to cover all the bills, and scarcely any extra money for things like clothes or more importantly food. She had been getting most of the food in the house from a food bank for single mothers like herself.

Meanwhile, the water she had been boiling let out a screech to let her know that it was ready for cooking. She got up and poured all the pasta into the saucepan, covered it, and set the timer for 8 minutes. She headed over to Brendan's room, which used to be a storage room before Bridgette had noticed that Sophie and Brendan could not live in the same room without clashing, so she had cleaned out the storage room, selling most of the things that had filled it. A little extra cash never hurt anyone.

"Brendan?" she peeked her head into the room to find a lump under the covers of his bed. "Brendan, sweetie, just tell me, why did you do it? Why must you cause trouble at all costs?"

The covers were pulled back to reveal the tear-stained face of a boy who all the sudden, looked much younger than he actually was. To top that off, his golden brown hair hung around his face limply, looking like it had better things to do than just hang there.

"Because." He said stubbornly. Amidst the sniffling and wiping of tears, he still could be a stubborn little donkey. Her stubborn little donkey.

Bridgette sighed. It was pointless. He wasn't going to say anything. "Well, I'll tell you when dinner is ready, ok?"

He nodded.

Bridgette walked over to Sophie's room. She was currently in the Romeo and Juliet stage, with posters and dolls (well, only one since Bridgette couldn't really afford anything else) and drawings of what she thought to be true love. It was quite cute the first time around, but after a while, it got annoying. Of course Bridgette never told her daughter that, Brendan did enough of the teasing. She knocked softly on the already open door. "Sophie?" Sophie was sprawled on the floor playing with the Juliet doll and pretending that a stick person that she cut out of cardboard was Romeo. Humming quietly to herself, she created a scene where Romeo watched Juliet dance from afar, totally transfixed by every move that she made. Bridgette always thought that Sophie was particularly beautiful. The way all her features were made complemented each other perfectly. She had dark, dark hair that fell in her face whenever she leaned over, and it was not too thick, but not too thin either. She was tall for a nine year old, about 4 foot 9. She could probably be a model when she grew up, except for the fact that she was painfully shy. Bridgette tried again. "Sophie?" This time, Sophie looked up, a slight scowl on her face. "Mom! You're ruining the moment!" Bridgette backed out quickly, mouthing "Sorry" and then smiling to herself when Sophie wasn't in sight. Then she heard a loud Rrrrring and rushed to the kitchen. When she lifted the lid off the sauce pan, a cloud of steam rushed at her face. She waved it away and wiped her face a bit. She grabbed a silver colander and set it down in the sink. Taking a potholder and using it to grip the handle, she carried the saucepan over to the sink and poured the tender elbow macaroni into the colander. A burst of steam escaped from the pasta as she shook the colander slightly to let all excess water escape, and then poured it back into the sauce pan. Then she went got out the milk, the margarine and the cheese sauce and added it to the pasta. After the macaroni was done, she put the lid on it to keep it hot and started to wash her hands. Then she called her children for dinner.

"Brendan, honey, could you set the table, please? Three bowls and three forks and three napkins, you know right?"

He burst out of his room, looking grateful to be talking about anything other than what had happened at school today. "Ok, Mom."

"Sophie! Dinner time! Could you pour the drinks? Just tap water is fine."

She walked out of her bedroom, kind of dancing as she was Juliet. "Ok-ay!" she sort of sang. Brendan rolled his eyes, and she gave him a look.

Once we all sat down, Bridgette shut her eyes and put her hands together to pray. "Brendan, why don't you start?" he nodded.

"God is great, God is good, God we thank you for the food." So much for originality.

Sophie next said "Dear God, I hope Romeo and Juliet go to Heaven and they are dancing around at the stage."

Bridgette finished up. "God, thank you for all that we have: food, a roof above our heads, clothes, and other things. May the lord make us truly thankful."
"Amen."

"Amen."

"Amen!"

And Amen she said in her head. Amen.

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