A/N: A little look in all the contestants minds during the kiss. If it's a little weird it's because I did them in the groups, one then the other (e.g. Courtney-Duncan, Noah-Lindsay). Hope you like. I prefer this one over the last chapter.
The Same Day
Courtney
I scowled as I watched Alejandro tongue the wannabe new girl. Ridley, I thought, what a stupid name. Out of everybody on the last season, I got the shittiest deal. I didn't win, I didn't make it to finals, and my heart got broken. Twice.
All I have done thus far is shoot daggers at the people I hate, most of whom are more popular than me. Turns out I'm not a Fan-Favorite. Who even cares? Duncan and Gwen are eyeing each other like it's all they can do not to tear off their clothes and go at it like a couple of rabbits.
I want to tear that Goth bitch's streaky hair out of its roots. My hands are balled into fists and I'm imagining punching everyone here, and I feel a little better.
I'm so busy imagining that I don't even notice the other Total Drama Reject, Trent, coming towards me. 'DunGwen', as the tabloids are calling them, had to hurt him too. We were on opposite sides of the same minefield. Trent cleared his throat. It was awkward. Trent decides to break the silence.
"You know, one day we'll look back on this, laugh nervously, and change the subject." Despite myself, I laugh, and he smiles. I can't think of anything to say, and he doesn't make me, he just continues. "It sucks, doesn't it?"
"Yeah. I really don't want to be paired with Duncan." The name tastes like acid on my tongue, and I sigh in annoyance.
"No. I meant that we aren't paired together." Trent smiles at me and I can't help but blush. I notice he smells like pine trees and Axe body-spray. Usually I hate the smell of Axe (I much prefer Stetson Black), but I liked it on him.
"Wanna form an alliance?" I blurt out before I can stop myself. "I mean, if we group together, we'd stand a better chance against that loser trio." And it would give me a chance to spend more time with you, I thought. Maybe this season wouldn't suck so much after all...
Duncan
Wow, that Spanish dude is one quick operator. I mean, that new chick Ridley is a fine piece of ass. See, I can think these things now that I'm not dating Courtney. It was like she could read my 'degrading' or 'sexist' or 'chauvinistic' thoughts. I'll tell you this; never ask that girl to "Make me a sammich like a good lil' housewife, will ya?" She'll beat your ass like an old carpet and give you the silent treatment for the better part of a month. Women. So touchy.
That's why I like Gwen; hot, fun to make-out with, and laid-back. I catch her eye; she looks about ready to rip her clothes off so we can go at it like a couple of dogs in heat. Not that I don't want to. Not at all. I want to, but Courtney is the other half of my team and I don't want to hear about this shit later. So I shake my head no.
Gwen
I stare at Duncan, about ready to tear off my clothes so we can do it like they do on Animal Planet, when he shakes his head. I'm confused, the question on my face. He takes out a Sharpie and writes something on his hand. The number 3, he mouths the words 'room number'. I roll my eyes. As if I haven't already memorized his room number. I nod once and see him grin. Then I look back at Ridley and Alejandro playing tonsil-hockey. The only thing I think is: How do they know each other?
I use this distraction to escape. I risk a look towards Duncan, and notice he's already gone. 'Room 3 Room 3 Room3' repeats in my head like a mantra.
Trent
I'm chatting Courtney up, and I think, hey, she's pretty cool. I know, I'm shocked too. But, hey, when in Rome… The weird thing is, I think I can see myself having a relationship with her. Sure, Courtney may need to loosen up a lot and remove the stick from up her ass, but maybe I could help her do that.
"You know what, Courtney? I'd love to alliance with you. It'd be my honor." I say and I kiss her hand like they did in the olden days. She blushes in this really pretty way, and song lyrics are already forming in my head.
This girl isn't what she appears
Loosen up and let go of your fears
We can stay up till the rising sun
All you needs is to have some fun
Maybe this season wouldn't suck so much after all…
Bridgette
It's so much fun kissing Geoff…
Geoff
I wonder what it's like kissing the hot new girl. I'd ride her waves any day…
LeShawna
Oh Snap. The challenges haven't even started, and Al is already making out with his next victim? Oh my Damn. Or…Maybe he's the victim? Ooh. I smell ratings. I also smell Harold's BO.
"Somebody get this stinky child away from me!"
"Gosh." Harold said in his Napoleon Dynamite voice. Who knew they made movies outta dorks like him?
Harold
Gosh. I'm not stinky; I put deodorant on this morning! Jeez! But wait a burger-flipping second. What is that gorgeous creature kissing Ale-dork-dro (Heh. I'm so funny! I make myself lolz)? I think I've heard of them before… Oh yeah! It's a girl! Princess Leia was one! I'd be her Luke Skywalker… No wait, that's her brother. I'd be her Han Solo!
Sierra
… I want to give you huggles!
Cody
Can't breathe. Sierra is hugging me very very very tightly. Oh shittledix, this hurts in a major way. Why couldn't I have stayed home and played videogames! How in the name of Naruto can I finish the games if I can't play them! Ugh! My lungs! Blacking out! I don't wanna die a virgin…
Noah
Great. Really great. I'm partnered with Lindsay, the brains of this operation. God, why must I go through this constant torture? These people are bumbling idiots, and the one attractive girl on this show is sucking face with too-hot (insert eye roll here) Al. Jeez, people. Be more predictable why don't you? God I hate this show.
Lindsay
Ooooh! Pretty butterfly!
Owen
I wonder what butterflies taste like…
Izzy
WoahGodDamn. Owensmellslikebacon. Yummy. GwengobyebyewithDuncan. CourtneyandTrentfriends? EScopeconfused. WeaklingCodyandSierrahugging. Huggingisgood. Fedsarebad. IRSafterEscope. !
! !
"Hahahahahahahaha!" LaughingIzzyisLaughing.
Alejandro
The kiss is…Well, I half-expect unicorns to rain down from the sky, because everything I felt with Heather was packed into this lip-lock, and then multiplied by 3. And as far as I can tell, there is no knee to my groin. No volcano. The million dollars can be put off for now. Because this feels wrong, but in a way so right that you forget your name, your purpose, your thoughts. It's like a designer drug, meant just for me. And I'll be damned if I let anything keep me from my next fix.
Now wait a second, some sane part of my brain whispers, why would the first thing you think of be a drug? Something that is unhealthy for you in every way? You thought of Heather as a medicine, something you can't live without, something that helps you. Why would you think of Ridley like a drug?
I considered this, the sane portion growing in size, reasoning with me. Well, until Ridley tangled her hands in my hair and pulled me closer, wrapping one leg around me. That effectively shut the sane portion up.
Ridley was my dealer. I was on a high. I was lost in my trip, and the only thing I knew was that this one dose would never be enough. I needed more. More more more more more more more. No denying it, I was addicted. Who knew self-destruction tasted like cherries?
Heather
Don't look, don't look, don't look. Oh God. You looked didn't you? Stupid, stupid, stupid! You don't want to see that! Why do you torture yourself? Remember you agreement? You. Aren't. Ready. Jesus, you'd think that you'd learn by now! UGH! Why do I even talk to you? You never listen!
Okay, step off this crazy train. I was basically lecturing myself. Great. It really is a disgusting site. But it doesn't matter. I didn't swear off Alejandro for no reason. He's a distraction, and distractions are bad. He's a teammate, and. That's. It.
At least, I think that's it…
Ridley
"Oh, you have no idea how bad I can be." I smile. We kiss. It's simple. I get glares from everyone. My eyes are closed yet I feel them digging into my back. Let them stare. Do I look like I care? I've got bigger fish to fry.
It's ironic, really; no one seems to think I'm a bad surprise. They're all idiots. Maybe they should pay more attention, read between the lines. Skimming gets you nowhere. I intend to rain hellfire down from the skies. Watch out little campers, no matter how you sugar-coat it, the worst is yet to come.
I only pull back when I hear Chris's throat clear, and I wink at him and I mouth meet me later. He smiles back and I can tell I have him hook-line-and-sinker.
"Okay, Campers! That's enough face sucking! Back to your rooms! And I do mean your own rooms!" A pointed look at me, Alejandro, Bridgette, and Geoff. "Hey! Where are Duncan and Gwen!" A malicious glint comes to my eye and I just figured out another step in my plan.
Oh yes, I can be very bad indeed.
A/N: OOOH! Ridley's got something up her sleeve! I decided there would be another reason why my Ridley is different from real Ridley, and that is a secret for now.
*Ridley is based off Beautiful Creatures by Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl*
Buh-Bye!
P.S. I totally imagine that Izzy's brain is like that. I just tried to make Harold as geeky as possible. At first I totally forgot about him and the ghetto-fab LeShawna, but luckily I remembered.
