Warning:Profanity, underage drinking, and adrug reference.

A/N: Welcome to the 7teen series, a continuation of 6teen and then some. It features the characters of the first three seasons of Total Drama within the 6teen universe. This is not under the crossover section only because this story series mainly focuses on the 6teen characters, most (if not all) of the Total Drama characters are merely supporting characters.

Throughout the entirety of the story series, I will mention/reference events which took place throughout all of 6teen, mainly the third and fourth seasons.

Revised in November 2014: Reediting for tone and grammar and plot and other things I probably ignored last year. (Now with extra motifs!)

I swear—"One Year, Another Summer," "Meddle," "From Runway with Love," "The Love Club," and "Rolling Down the Hills" will be revised once more, for the last time hopefully, while I'm working on the next stories of this series.

I've gotten better at "showing and not telling" and at fleshing out characters. Hooray for my improvement in the past few years, I suppose. Plus, I've added some new bits and changed some things so that what I have planned for the middle and end of the season will fit. It's a work-in-progress, I know.


7teen: One Year, Another Summer

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Jen couldn't help tapping her pen against her desktop. She was a restless girl in motion. Having worked in the junior-class government all year in addition to her Penalty Box duties, she deserved this sweet three-month break ahead of her. Only forty-five minutes remained until paradise's arrival, forty-five minutes away from her grasp.

"And that, students, is why you should be willing to learn, even during the summer. Life is a learning experience. Now, I understand most of you will be seniors next school year—moving away from chemistry and taking my least favorite science, physics—and that's wonderful, but you'll find that even when you graduate, education never stops. Why, I remember when I was your age…"

When Mr. Simpson was Jen's age, did he too hate it when his teachers rambled? Probably not. He seemed like the type to lecture to everyone he knew then, too.

She certainly hated it.

She needed summer to arrive. It held the opportunity for her to move on and be happier again, to open the windows and let all the light in. She wondered what else this summer held in store for her and her friends, but judging by last summer, everything and nothing could happen.

Her mind only broke away from the endless possibilities once someone began snoring.

On the desk to the left of her was nothing but a mess of short, purple hair and pale arms. The girl's back rose and fell with each (snore) soft breath.

A grin tugged at Jen's lips. With all the energy Nikki had devoted to her classes (and relationship) this year, she deserved her nap as much as Jen deserved her break.

"Miss Wong, you may be one of my top students, but I expect you to pay attention," the teacher warned.

Nikki brought her head up, drool glistening on her chin. Not quite living in reality, she mustered an "ugh."

"Now, as I was saying…"

Wiping her chin and her eyes, being careful not to smudge her makeup again, she stared at the clock until its hands made sense.

2:45 p.m., it read.

Shit, another half-hour, she thought. Another half-hour before breaking out of prison. Maybe it's this bad for the others… I wonder what Jonesy's doing.

Nothing. Jonesy was doing absolutely nothing, that was, if socializing in the back of the English III room counted as nothing. His current attitude was remarkably different from his earlier one—he didn't even want to show up to school today, but his father told him otherwise.

"Jonesy, you're not going to sit around here doing nothing while Jen's at school. Besides, what makes you think you're going to show up to the mall in my Porsche?" he'd said.

"But, dad—"

"No buts. Last day or not, you're riding to school with Jen."

His dad had put his foot down, causing Jonesy to pout on the ride to school, even more so when Jen drove. (He hated it when she took the wheel.) But this day wasn't as horrendous as he thought it would be, and he found himself wanting to stay just for the conversation—and the view.

"Man, if there's anything I'm going to miss about junior year, it's her," he said, pointing to the teacher, Miss Taylor. He found her mesmerizing—with her fiery hair cascading down her back in ringlets and her hourglass frame—even if "no one was hotter than Nikki." Those things paired with her easygoing attitude made this class his favorite of them all, so much that he didn't even fail it.

"Dude, she's the only thing I liked about this suckish year," Duncan said.

Jonesy smirked. "Hmm, I thought she was the second thing you liked."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Duncan asked.

"Well," Geoff started, "we know you kinda have a thing for Courtney, bro."

"That's bullshit."

"I dunno. Seems like she's pretty into you," Jude added.

"See, he's the only one making sense right now," Duncan said, pointing to Jude. "It makes total sense that she's into me. Princess just has a stick up her ass and won't admit it, even if she has a fine ass and a pretty face."

Geoff and Jonesy began laughing, imitating the cracking of a whip.

"You two, shut it. Besides, aren't you supposed to be henpecked by Bridgette and Nikki?"

The two boys glanced at one other, then at Duncan. "Nah," they said.

"Sure, you aren't."

After moving onto a different topic, Jonesy said, "Guys, stay quiet."

A hush descended upon the class.

"Why? What's wrong?" asked Caitlin, breaking the silence.

"Wait for it..." he warned. He pounded his chest and belched before bursting into laughter with the boys and receiving high-fives from them.

She grimaced with the other females in the class, shouting, "Gross!"

She sighed, thinking, He hasn't changed a bit.Not really sure if that's good or not. Upon watching him laugh with such ease and speak with such livelihood, maybe it was a good thing.

Shifting her focus to killing time, she settled upon reapplying her makeup and checking her hair.

Grabbing a compact from her purse, she applied a fresh coat of watermelon lip gloss. After rubbing her lips together, making sure the gloss was evenly applied, she played with her hair. It fell in blonde waves now, sweeping past her shoulders. She could braid it. She could put it in a messy bun. She could do so many things with it now. But, smiling and adjusting the butterfly hair clip, she preferred it just the way it was.

Glimpsing at the clock mounted above the blackboard, which read 3:00 p.m., she couldn't wait for the fifteen minutes standing in the way of her love life to move. She couldn't help but wonder what her friends were up to, either.

Stuck in pre-calculus, Wyatt spent the remainder of his junior year with Trent and Brooke. He and Trent had become close during the course of the last school year, while Brooke was fairly new to him, being placed in this class after transferring from a school in Vancouver.

Wyatt gazed at the pop art she placed on his desk. "Whoa, you made these yourself?"

She nodded, beaming in the process. "I used to get really bored back home and stuff, so I just drew all the time. My mom never cared much anyway." Her speech was always on fast-forward, now being no exception.

Trent leaned over, attempting to see what had surprised Wyatt. "Wow, these are really awesome, Brooke."

"Aw thanks, Trent, but I think you're just trying to flatter me. The good news: It's totally working."

He shrugged. "I guess it's what I do."

Adjusting the flower crown on her curly ginger hair, she said, "So, what do you guys have planned for the summer? All I'm gonna do is spend time at Vegan Island and my father's gallery."

Trent said, "Nothing much, really. I've got some summer assignments to do. I'll probably hang with Gwen a lot; we're trying to take things slow, especially after the whole Heather thing."

"How about you, Wyatt?"

"This summer, I just want to focus on my friends, my music, my java, and flipping burgers. That's all I need. Actually, I could do without that last part."

The three shared a laugh before the bell rung.

Practically jumping out her seat, Brooke threw her hands in the air. "Hooray for 3:15!"

While she grabbed her art and Trent grabbed his guitar case, Wyatt made his way to the door, saying, "If I don't see you two later, I'll see you at the party tomorrow."

The last day of school marked the beginning of summer, and Geoff always celebrated the occasion with the biggest party of the season. This year, Wyatt had been appointed as the DJ—both a huge and "humbling" responsibility. He held power over the general mood of the party and intended to use it the right way, having prepared his setlist for weeks. He planned on adding the finishing touches to it while at the mall.

"Alright! Bye, Wyatt!"

He walked out the classroom, relieved to exit junior year.

Caitlin stood at her locker, removing a few photographs held in place with cute, girly magnets. She smiled at the memories each photograph contained.

There was one of her, sporting her old pixie cut; Nikki, sticking her tongue out (minus the piercing she got on her seventeenth birthday); and Jen, who still filled her clothes in a boyish way, lacking the more defined curves and chest she had developed in recent months.

Gazing at a similar photo of the guys, she saw no major changes. The school year didn't even touch them.

But she smiled, because a year had now passed and she felt closer than ever to the five of them.

In the interim, Nikki had unused notebooks to shove into her maroon backpack. She never bothered to decorate her locker the way Caitlin did. All the photos she liked were in her phone or on her bedroom dresser anyway.

When she finished, she slammed her locker and Jonesy appeared.

He ran his tongue over his lips, grinning. "Hey, babe."

Her bored expression faded, replaced a joyful one. "Hey yourself, Casanova."

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her close and she stood on her tiptoes, planting a kiss on his lips.

Once they parted, he asked, "God, babe, did you miss me that much today?"

She snorted, grinning as she walked away from him. "Whatever, Jonesy."

He faux-chased her down the hallway, catching up to her and throwing an arm over her small shoulders.

"We're so close to freedom, I can almost taste it."

"Same." He sighed. "This summer's gonna be sweet. I'll be on hot dates with you, partying, and saving enough money to buy me a car."

Laughing, she said, "You forgot getting fired from every job in sight."

"Nik, don't kill my vibe. Besides, if I get fired, you know I'll probably come to you first."

"Oh, joy, what an honor."

Out of thin air, Jen appeared beside them, panting. "I finally found you guys."

"Hello to you too, Jen," Nikki said.

"You know how I thought summer would be paradise?"

"Uh huh," she said.

"I was completely wrong. I have to go to the Penalty Box as soon as we make it to the mall—meaning I'll only have about ten minutes to spend with you guys before rushing off—and I have to prepare for the most important day ever."

Nikki cocked an eyebrow. "Judging from the hyperbole, you're gonna ask out that guy you like, aren't you?"

"He's not just a guy. He's Nick, the only guy I've been into since Travis."

"Didn't you have a date to the Sadie Hawkins dance, though?"

"That was just a one-time thing; he didn't count. I just really want to go to that party with Nick."

"And you will. You've got this, Jen."

Jen pulled Nikki away from Jonesy, pulling her into a "walking hug" of sorts. "Thanks, Nikki."

"Anytime."

"Hey, girls," Jonesy interrupted, "I hate to break up the whole sisterly moment, but we gotta go."

Nikki, drinking in her surroundings, realized they were now in the school's parking lot with Jude, Caitlin, and Wyatt waiting on them, waiting to start this new time of year with them.

One year and another summer, here they were.