"Dysfunctional Family Feud"
Rated T
Disclaimer: I sure as heck don't own Family Feud. Nor do I own the Total Drama series. Just so you're thinking, this is not one of those romantic Justin/Heather fics, although it's posted like that. I promise, you wont be disappointed.
Chapter 2
Justin was busy taking a rest in his room, just trying to forget his best of his own destroyed car. It was the only thing that he could afford and now thanks to Owen's little football accident between him, D.J., Duncan and Geoff, it was ruined. So far for having the car parked when he was 17 just crushed. At least the rest of the car was okay on the outside, but on the inside, imagine having to drive a car where Justin's perfect ass could end up getting stabbed by shards of glass. It wasn't going down like that.
"This is just great..." Justin replied to himself as he looked right at his mirror which was just hanging on top of the ceiling. Weird how Justin got his own room in which it was nothing much but a row of mirrors all looking at him like being at a carnival full of mirrors, except it wasn't very much to be exact. "I just had to park my car to where the football just had to land. Why could've it been Alejandro's car instead? I can't stand that guy..."
But then, just for kicks, Justin grabbed the superball in which it was sitting on his bedpost and started bouncing up in the air and grabbing it, just to keep his thoughts going.
"What kind of woman would wanna dig a guy without any windshield to protect him?" Justin replied with another thought to mind, "It sure as hell ain't Heather. She's bitchy as she is. Maybe not Eva. She's a little more violent than Heather. Without my windshield to protect me, I'm gonna have stuff hit at me like a bug going 250. I'm too beautiful to have my face being crushed by the speed of sound!"
As Justin's thoughts came rolling in, right behind his bedroom door, Heather and Owen approached the door in which a few hours of cakebaking took his toll on both the fat boy and Queen Bee themselves. Owen was busy holding a delicious strawberry cake which said "Sorry For Destroying Your Car' in which he was gonna give to Justin. But he couldn't help but stare at the piece of cake just like a piece of dry wall. With Owen's eyes mesmerized, Heather looked right at him and snapped him out of it!
"Owen!" Heather shouted right to Owen as he suddenly came back to reality.
'Oh, um... sorry. I just can't help it! It's soooooo good!" Owen exclaimed as his mouth was already drooling at the sight of the strawberry cake.
"Owen, that cake isn't for you! It's for Justin and you have to give it to him!" Heather whispered angrily.
"But my stomach is making me want this cake so baaaaaad!" Owen cried a little as his urges kept covering his entire Canadian brain.
"I cannot believe I had to get sucked into this bromance crap..." Heather muttered to herself as without any time to spare, Heather knocked on Justin's door. The Male Model could definitely hear the sound from here.
"Owen, that better not be you. I already told you that I don't wanna talk to you, especially anyone!" Justin exclaimed out of pity as Heather's voice came up behind the door.
"Justin, it's frickin' Heather and I'm with Owen. God knows I didn't wanna do it!" Heather exclaimed tiredlessly as Justin yawned pitifully and started to grab the door handle and turn it.
Justin then opened the door to see Heather face-to-face with him, not to mention that Owen had to hide right behind Heather, knowing that he's too scared to even face his good-looking Hawaiian friend.
"What do you even want, Heather? Other than trying to look at my perfect abs and my brilliant face with such guilt?" Justin replied a little sarcastically.
"Like I would ever wanna look at your ugly face..." Heather said to him with a rolling of the eyes. And then she focused right on Owen, "Okay, Owen... give Justin your stupid little present to give him."
Nervously, Owen approached Justin with such shaky knees while he held the tray of cake behind him.
"Look, Owen... make it short, okay? Don't make me get wrinkles..." Justin replied a bit moodily to Owen as the fatboy gulped.
"Justin... I'm sorry for... *gulp*... wrecking your car." Owen gulped deathly before he finally decided to show Justin the delicious strawberry cake of apology, "In order to gain your respect back, I made you a cake."
"I didn't help in any way..." Heather replied as she filed her nails just to pass the time.
"So... here it is!" Owen exclaimed as he showed the cake of apology to Justin. Somehow, something was missing.
"Wow, a huge mirror-like tray with only a slice of cake. That's beautiful, just beautiful..." Justin said just acting like a bit of an angry sarcastic ass. Somehow, Heather knew that Owen had ate pretty much 95% percent of the strawberry cake.
"What?" Heather said feeling alarmed that Owen didn't pay attention to what Heather said about eating the cake before he would give it to Justin, "I said give him the cake, not kill the whole cake with your mouth!"
"Sorry, I got nervous! You don't know how hopeless I get when I smell strawberries!" Owen cried out to Heather a bit deathly.
"That's the last time I ever listen to you, Slowen! I'm outta here! What a waste of my cake-gulping time you just wasted me, Owen!" Heather spoke rudely to Owen as she left him right alone with Justin.
Without any thinking to do, Owen spoke right to Justin with a deep breath.
"Sooooo... like Strawberry Cream Cake?" Owen smiled a bit nervously, yet erratically to Justin.
Justin didn't respond. Except the only response Justin would get from Owen was a slam of the door to the fatboy's face.
"Okay, I guess I'll save you a piece then..." Owen said right behind the bedroom door and finally left, "This sucks. This is the only piece that's left and yet I'm supposed to save it for him. I'm such a cake addict..."
Knowing that the conversation was a waste of time, Justin decided to lay on his bed and continued his angered depression.
"Well, that was 5 minutes well lost..." Justin muttered to himself as he still looked right in the mirror, "That's just great. Owen nearly came close to giving me wrinkles. I can't believe that windshield cost me a good 15,000! Such expensive glass that it makes my teeth shine and now it's gone down the toilet. I wonder what's on TV..."
Being angry and bored, Justin turned on the TV with such frustration. Quite frankly, the screen displayed a game show of some sorts with a bald, heavy-set black man with a moustache was hosting. Basically, it was Justin's favorite game show, Family Feud. It was the final round and it was the "Fast Money" round.
"Okay Kevin, I said name a holiday involved with gifts and you said... Valentine's Day. Okay, all you need is 15 or more points and you win! Survey says..."
And then, a ding was heard in the television indicating that the guy got it right for his family, also indicating that they won it.
"They done it! The Baker family won it! They're now walking away with $20,000 full of cash!"
Somehow, hearing that amount of money, Justin's attention was suddenly clear right out of nowhere. Somehow, it was like fate just playing history with his mind, and he was getting used to it.
An idea just suddenly struck him right now. He had a broken $15,000 expensive windshield and so far, he experienced a game show in which $20,000 was the prize money. His idea was suddenly bright as his smile. The plan was simple:
He would have to enter the show just to pay off that broken windshield that Owen intentionally broke by accident! But there was one problem:
Justin needed a family. But the only members he could think of was perhaps his mother and his aunt from Italy. But they were too busy just drinking tea and making housework that they would hardly have any time to be on a game show. So knowing that this wasn't gonna be easy...
Justin had to make up his own family for a chance at the 20 grand. Without any moment to waste, Justin suddenly got out of bed and left his bedroom.
Yep, you got that right, Justin's gotta make up his own family, but who'll will he recruit to pose as his family?
The next chapter shall come after you read, review and salud! *Toasts glass in the air and drinks*