Okay. this is by far my favorite chapter of the whole story so far. *ive written a bunch of the chapters just havent typed them yet. :P* Hopefully this came out how i thought it up. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: me no own total drama island. :-(
Pools
Ara stood with the other campers looking at a big truck that had just backed up out of the lake and was stocked full of different kinds of food.
"Head Chef, called it!" Heather said, quickly securing herself as the leader. Since the time she had arrived here Ara had found that of all her teammates, Heather was the only one she really was uncomfortable with. Lindsey and Beth may follow her around like servants, but they were still nice. Gwen had kept her distance but was still quite more welcoming then the queen bee who had targeted Ara with rudeness from Day1. She never called Ara by her real name for starters, instead she opted for the ever popular innocent. The others sometimes teased her with the name but it was all in good humor. Heather and the other girl Christine who had dubbed her innocent spat the name like an insult. But Ara had paid no mind and instead listened to what they had to say.
The boys on her team had been friendly. Owen was like a walking house of fun with energy to spare, making him a great person to be around. Trent was just mellow but not cold. All the other boys were gone, so Ara had not really clicked with them.
Lashawna was by far the best friend she had made on the island. They helped each other and talked together for hours. Laughing about the crazy antics of the other on the island, they lounged together on the beach by the lake.
Heather had somehow acquired a crisp white apron and a clipboard. She was telling everyone on the team to retrieve something from the truck. Patiently, Ara waited for Heather to tell her what to get. But heather finished her list and then began to walk away.
"Is there anything you want me to get, heather?" Ara asked.
"Oh innocent, yeah, we like have all the positions covered, so I need you to do something special for me. We're doing like a tribal/tropical dinner so I need you to go find me some sea shells. Okay?" she asked in her sickly sweet voice that she reserved for when she wanted someone to do something for her.
Ara put on her smile and agreed to go find some shells. Heather and the others went off to the kitchens to cook. Now don't get her wrong. Ara was not blindly following heather like Beth and Lindsey. She only did what she asked to avoid conflict. If heather ever got to outrageous with her demands Ara would refuse. But for now for the sake of peace, she was just going to grit her teeth and bear it.
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Chris had seen the campers to the kitchens and now he had 3 hours to kill before the taste test. He was now beginning to regret making himself the taster. There was no telling what those crazy teens would feed him. They might even end up killing him, judging by the amount of skills they had demonstrated so far.
He walked over to the dock and looked up and down the beach, considering doing a bit of sunbathing. A little ways off there seemed to be someone heading farther away from the camp. Curious, he walked off the dock and began to follow.
Soon the person turned up into the woods and disappeared from Chris' view. He decided to cut into the woods and sneak up on them from the side. Chris walked until he got to the edge of the woods where they opened up to the river that emptied into the lake. This part of the river was a series of rapids, which emptied into a deep pool. The whole scene was like a picture.
Then Chris' eyes widened as he saw who the runaway was. It was Ara. She was standing by the pool and peering into the water, as if she was searching for something under the surface.
Then her smile broadened and her eyes lit up like she had discovered what she was looking for. Chris continued to watch as she took off her hoodie, and then untied here sash. Then much to his surprise she took off her shirt and began to shimmy out of her jeans.
Chris raked his eyes over Ara's newly revealed apparel. She was wearing a white wrap around her chest that showed off her flat stomach and tone arms. She had on a pair of skin tight white shorts and her sash turned out to be a wrap around belt that had two pieces of cloth, one hanging down the front of her legs and the other down the back. Everything about the girl screamed agility and grace. He outer clothes had done an excellent job of hiding her excellent figure.
Once she laid her clothes down neatly on a rock she jumped into the water. Ara resurfaced flinging her hair back, a big smile on her face. Then she dived back under the water, disappearing under the surface.
Chris came out from his hiding place and walked over to the water's edge, curiosity back in place after his break in concentration, caused by Ara's dress down.
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Ara dove for under the water. Heather wanted shells. She knew there'd be shells in the river and the best place to look was at the end of rapids in the calm pools. And as she reached the sandy floor, little colorful dots caught her eyes. She quickly scooped up a handful and swam towards the shore.
Ara came out of the water blurry-eyed so she sat the shells down and rubbed the water out of her vision. As soon as it was clear she gasped in shock and fell backwards into the water. She was no longer alone. Chris Maclean was sitting on the bank watching her, his smirk firmly in place. "Afternoon." He said simply, only a hint of his amusement showing in his voice.
Ara only ducked further under the water, going in all the way up to her nose so that she could breath. His smirk turned to a smile as he chuckled at her antics. "Nice day for a swim, isn't it." He gestured toward the water. Ara only nodded. The full brunt of embarrassment catching up with her, she realized that he could have been there for any length of time. Even long enough to see her change.
Now with her face turning scarlet she looked away from Chris and quietly asked, "Why are you here?"
"I believe the better question is why are you here. Is there not a challenge going on back at camp?" Chris asked in a superior tone inwardly he cheered. It was that adorable blush on her face. Now he could see that it spread all the way down to her shoulders turning her flawless skin a dusty pink. 'Wonder if her skin is as soft as it looks.' Chris thought to himself and smirked.
Ara noticed his eyes roaming over her and trying to break his concentration, spoke up more loudly, "Heather wanted some decoration for your dinner, so she sent me out to find some shells. I came out here to get them."
"Ah." He seemed satisfied with the answer, and leaned back on his hands. "It's such I nice day I think I'll do some sunbathing before I head back. Carry on." Ara inwardly groaned. He seemed like he wasn't going anywhere for a while.
She nodded his hesitantly, but then he reached for the buttons on his shirt beginning to undo them. Once his blue shirt was gone he got rid of the white undershirt as well. Then he lay back on his back with his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
Ara just sat and stared for a moment, to stunned to move. He was very well built and she was having a difficult time taking her eyes away. Something brushed suddenly against her leg, most likely a fish, breaking her out of her hazy state. She returned to her task at hand, diving to the bottom and retrieving more shells. Every time she resurfaced, she would check to make sure Chris hadn't moved.
Eventually she had a nice pile of glittering objects on the shore and decided it would be enough to please Heather. Ara swam to the edge of the water and peered at Chris. He hadn't moved since he had lain back and that had been 45 minutes ago. So she assumed he was asleep.
Quietly, so not to disturb him she climbed out of the river. Ara went over to the rock where she had left her clothes only to discover they weren't there. Looking around frantically, she finally spotted them and groaned. Chris had taken them and place her clothes under his head. Now she would have to wake him up if she wanted her clothes back.
Shyly she approached him and peered down. He did seem sound asleep but she waited a few moments to see if he would stir. Then gently she tapped his with her foot. He cracked an eye open, and smirked. "Hmmm"
"May I have my clothes back please?" she asked with her hands behind her back.
He only smiled. "I don't know. I kinda like you in those better." Ara's eyes widened and she quickly wrapped an arm around herself, blush returning full force. Too easy, Chris thought.
Suddenly her smile returned with a mischievous gleam. "Well okay then Chris, although I must also compliment you on your choice of attire." She said gesturing to his bear chest.
Chris looked down and remembered that he had taken his shirt off earlier. Looking beside him, he found that it was no longer there.
"How about a trade?" she suggested, smirking and pulling his shirt out from behind her back. His eyebrows shot up in surprise for a moment and then he returned the smirk. Chris had always made it a point to never take his shirt off while on camera. He had even clearly stated it in some interview he had done. Now he couldn't go back to the other campers without getting his shirt back. Advantage: Ara.
Chris stood up, Ara's clothes in hand and moved to stand directly in front of her. This seemed to fluster the girl a bit but she still clutched tightly to his shirt, her eyes daring him to make a grab for it.
"Fine, a trade." He said holding out Ara's clothes. She nodded and held out his shirt. Each took hold of their articles, but apparently Chris meant to double cross her, giving a tug causing her to stumble forward. She crashed into Chris, who had intended to catch her, but as he took as step back to brace himself, something tripped him and he too went falling.
Ara landed hard against Chris' chest, who let out a sound of pain at the impact. She lifted her head slowly and tensed at seeing Chris smirking up at her. "Well, that didn't go as intended." The tone in his voice showed how amusing he thought the situation was.
Now Ara's face was blood red. Quickly she climbed off of Chris, grabbed her clothes and ran off into the woods. Shells forgotten on the shore.
Chris sat up laughing quietly to himself. That hadn't gone exactly as he had planned, but the outcome was pleasing none the less. Looking at his watch he found that the campers were an hour and a half into the challenge. He should head back and check on their progress. He got up, put on his shirt, and started towards camp.
there we go. so comments, opinions, questions, general chitchat about nothing in particular...etc. review are lovely! but please no flames if you dont like it i just really dont want to know.
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