Gah, sorry this has taken so long to post! Life has been getting in the way. Hopefully the next chapter won't take so long!
I discovered that the song Trent names as his favourite in The Big Sleep is actually a real song. She Will Be Loved is by Maroon 5 and I think it's such a characteristically Trent song.
Speaking of Total Drama and music, does anyone else think that Revenge of the Island should have been musical like World Tour? After all, Chris did state that the singing was his favourite of the show.
Thank you all for the reviews I have received - I read every single review that I receive. :)
I don't own Total Drama.
"Last time on Total Drama Island, the teens played a classic game of dodgeball!" Chris announced. "Things were going well for the Bears until the Bass woke up Duncan who brought a juvie strategy to the game. After a three-way tie breaker, the Bass came out on top. The Gophers fought hard but hope seemed lost when the Bears 'adapted' the Bass's strategy. However, when Noah was able to catch one of Eva's murder balls he claimed second place for the Gophers. In the end, it was the Bears who headed to the campfire ceremony, where they sent Sam home. Get ready for the most dramatic episode of Total Drama Island, ever!"
Cue theme song.
"This is so, way beyond bad!" Gwen sat up, Lindsay's complaints having woken her from her peaceful slumber. "I'm out of fake tanner already!"
"Whoa, that's tragic Lindsay." Gwen said sarcastically.
"Now I have to actually like suntan – in the sun! Do you realize how shrivelled and wrinkly that can make your skin?" Lindsay complained, walking over to Gwen – who was using her own saliva to deal with her bedhead. Leaning close to inspect the girl's hair and face, Lindsay became sympathetic. "Oh, you totally do."
Suddenly an air horn sounded before Chris's voice began to reach every camper's ears via the P.A. System. "Alright campers, enough beauty sleep! Time to show us what you're made of!"
"Are we going to see a musical?" Lindsay asked as she and her fellow campers took their places on the bleachers in front of the stage. "I love musicals, especially the ones with singing and dancing!"
"Because they're so much better than musicals without singing and dancing." Noah quipped, rolling his eyes.
"I know, right?" Lindsay said.
"Gwen, saved you a seat." Trent called, patting the spot beside him on the bleachers. The goth girl took one look at him and then gave him a look so dark it could have killed him. Crossing her arms, she instead sat on the bleachers as far from him as she could get.
"What's up with her?" Zoey asked as she sat on the bleachers beside Trent.
"I don't know; I don't think I've said or done anything wrong."
"Maybe she's just having a bad day." Zoey suggested with a shrug.
"Maybe." Trent said, obviously not convinced.
"Welcome to our brand new, deluxe, state of the art, outdoor amphitheatre! Okay, this week's challenge is a summer camp favourite: a talent contest!"
"Yes! Awesome!" Owen cheered.
"Each team has eight hours to pick their three most talented campers. These three will represent them in the show tonight. Sing, dance, juggle, anything goes – as long as it's legal!" Chris walked across the stage. "You'll be judged by our resident talent scout: former DJ, VJ and rap legend – Grand Master Chef who will show his approval via the Chef-o-meter. The team that loses will send one camper home tonight! Good luck!"
Heather blew her whistle to get her team's attention. "Alright, I'm the team captain so here's how it's going to work."
"Wait, who said you were team captain?" Gwen asked.
"She did, just now." Lindsay answered.
"Lindsay, Beth and I took a vote – and I won." Heather said.
"Threatening them to vote for you isn't exactly democratic." Gwen said.
"Hey, snagged you an extra muffin." Trent said, arriving and holding out a muffin to Gwen.
"Trent, you're cool with me leading this project, aren't you?" Heather asked.
"Uh. . . sure, go for it." Trent responded.
"He isn't even on our team!" Gwen retorted, before turning her glare to Trent. "Aren't you forgetting someone? Like maybe Zoey? I'm outta here."
"Where are you going?!" Heather demanded as the goth girl stormed off, her diary under her arm.
"Anywhere that's not here." Gwen growled.
"Um. . . okay then." Trent said, his green eyes wide with confusion. Then, shrugging at the goth's strange behaviour, he left the Bass and rejoined his own team.
"Beth, Lindsay and I will be the judges." Heather said.
"Hey Trent, what's up?" Zoey asked her friend as he sat down on the steps with his teammates.
"I think Gwen's mad at me." Trent said, still looking puzzled.
"Really?" Zoey asked in confusion. "What for?"
"I have no idea. All I did was offer her a muffin and she stormed off." Trent said. "And she said something about me giving the muffin to you instead."
"Okay then. That's weird."
"Definitely." Trent said. "So, do you want the muffin?"
"Sure. Toss it here." Zoey said.
"It's all yours. Go wild." Trent said as he gently tossed the muffin into the redhead's waiting hands.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
"So what talents do you guys have?" Jo asked, standing in front of the team with Alejandro, watching him mistrustfully out of the corner of her eye.
Owen jumped up to demonstrate his talent first, chugging a full three litre bottle of pop in under a minute before belching the alphabet in one huge burp.
"Ew." Dakota said, flinching. "That's disgusting!"
"That was excellent, man." Trent said, giving Owen a high five before turning to Dakota. "Do you know how hard it is to burp the entire alphabet in one go?"
"Ew, I'd rather not." Dakota responded, flipping her hair.
"I can also toot Beethoven's fifth." Owen said, bending over to demonstrate.
"No!" protested Dakota, Ann Maria and Zoey in unison.
"As charming as that is, I don't think that it's quite right for the talent show." Alejandro said.
"What, can't handle a little gas?" Jo said, raising an eyebrow at Alejandro. Then she turned her attention to Owen. "You can be our backup act."
"Hey Trent, you should audition." Zoey said, nudging her friend. "I heard you playing by the dock the other night; you're really good."
"Thanks, maybe I will." Trent said with a nod.
"Oh my gosh! Katie and I dance together!" Sadie told her team as they sat around, trying to figure out what talents to display on the show. Then Sadie grew sad. "I wish Katie were here! We could totally dance!"
"That would be helpful – if Katie was here and was actually on our team!" Courtney told the girl, rolling her eyes.
"Can't you just dance by yourself?" Eva asked, not looking impressed.
"No! It's not the same if I don't have a partner to dance with!" Sadie said. Then her eyes grew wide and she looked at Eva.
"Oh no, not in a million years!" Eva said, guessing what the girl was about to propose.
"Come on! I bet you're a great dancer!"
"No! Never!" Eva said, crossing her arms and shaking her head. "I don't dance – and I especially don't dance on national television!"
"Come on! It'll be fun!" Sadie said, grabbing her stereo and Eva's hand and dragging the girl away – unintentionally provoking Eva's temper in the process.
Heather's performance was of swan-like grace. She'd clearly practised ballet for many years of her life. Her teammates applauded her when she'd finished.
"Thank you." Heather said sweetly. Then, casting a sideways glance at an applauding Lindsay and Beth, she coughed. "Hem hem."
"Oh!" Lindsay said. "I vote for Heather to be in the contest!"
"I second that!" Beth said with an eager nod.
"Guys, that is so sweet!" Heather said. "Okay, I guess I'm in. Why doesn't everyone take five?"
The team nodded in agreement and began to wander off, but Heather caught Lindsay's arm and held her back.
"I need you to do something; can you keep a secret?"
"Oh my gosh, definitely! My sister got diarrhoea on a date once and I had to bring her toilet paper because the restaurant was all out and she was stuck in the bathroom and I've never told a soul." Then her eyes grew wide as she realized what she'd just said. On camera. "Oops, sorry Paula."
"Gwen's up to something serious." Heather handed Lindsay a walkie talkie and a pair of binoculars. "I want you to follow her and report back to me."
"Aside from me, does anyone on our team actually have a talent that we can put in the show?" Courtney asked.
"I can stand on my hands for twenty minutes." Bridgette said, beginning to demonstrate. "Watch!"
"Okay, that would be cute if you were a monkey." Courtney said. "I just don't think it's quite what we're looking for. Next!"
Lightning walked up next with a football and proceeded to completely astound his team by aiming at long range targets with his football – and repeatedly hitting bulls-eyes.
Tyler was performing tricks with his yo-yo. He wasn't bad – not great, but not terrible. At first. His performance took a turn for the worst when he flicked his wrist to recall the yo-yo but ended up winding its long string around his entire body – tying himself up.
Chris walked by, checking on the progress of the teens and laughed at Tyler. "Dude, that is weak."
Tyler frowned as Chris walked away to check the other teams' progress, and struggled to untie himself to no avail. As DJ began his ribbon dance – which Heather did not seem terribly impressed by, Tyler began to walk away.
"Fine, I guess you can be our backup." Heather told DJ as Tyler retreated.
As he made his way across the campsite, the yo-yo kept bouncing, hitting him in the butt repeatedly.
Meanwhile, a busty blonde was staked out behind a tree, obediently doing what Heather had commanded – keeping tabs on the goth girl, Gwen.
"Something serious?" Lindsay said as she watched Gwen through the binoculars that Heather had given her. "Yeah, seriously boring." Bored, Lindsay began to scan around with the binoculars, eventually coming to focus on a cute butt in a pair of red track pants. "Ooooh, that's not boring."
"Can you do anything, bookworm?" Jo asked, glaring at Noah who – as usual – had his nose buried deep in a book. "Aside from read?"
"My talents are strictly academic." Noah responded as he turned to the next page in the book. "I mean, if you're desperate, I could read a monologue or something else befitting my fantastic intellect, but I really don't think that the audience here would be very appreciative of such talents."
"Yeah, I kinda agree with you there." Jo said, turning back to the rest of the team. "Helmet hair – have you got anything?"
"Lindsay, come in." Heather's voice crackled over the walkie-talkie. "What did you find out? Over."
However, Lindsay was too busy swapping spit with Tyler to respond. She reached for the walkie-talkie but gave up almost immediately because it was too far away. Sitting on Tyler's lap, her reaching for the walkie-talkie had off-balanced him and soon Lindsay was on top of Tyler as the two made out on the sinks in the communal washroom.
"Lindsay, where are you?!" Heather demanded.
Tyler reached over and grabbed the walkie-talkie for his girlfriend, holding it for her as she responded.
"Oh! Uh. . . on my way back! Under!" Lindsay responded before her lips were pressed against Tyler's lips once more.
As Lindsay and Tyler rejoined the Bass, they were just in time to see the end of Beth's fire-baton twirling.
"Are you sure that's safe?" Heather asked, flinching as the end of one of the flaming batons whirled too close for comfort.
"It's okay! I've been practising!" Beth answered with a wide smile and a nod as she tossed the batons into the air.
"Wicked cool!" Tyler exclaimed, giving a thumbs up to show his approval before almost instantly regretting it. Along with his teammates, he dove behind the picnic benches for safety while the fire baton struck the ground, burning a hole into it.
"I kind of missed the class on catching." Beth admitted.
"Hey guys, the bush is on fire." Zoey informed her teammates, staring wide-eyed at the landing place of Beth's second fire baton.
Suddenly, the door nearest the burning bush was flung open and Justin appeared with a fire extinguisher, the dancing flames reflecting in the lenses on his designer sunglasses. Quickly spraying fire-suppressant foam all over the burning bush, the flames were extinguished, while the Gophers watched in awe.
Zoey walked up to him and handed him a water bottle.
Justin took off his shirt to display his eight-pack abs and drained the entire bottle of water. A single drop escaped his mouth and fell from his lip to his bare chest, where it evaporated into steam the moment it came into contact with his skin.
The display had caught the attention of nearly all of the female contestants and even a few of the male contestants as well. Even Jo was staring at Justin's well defined abs and pecs. Dawn, who was meditating on a picnic table, was the only female contestant in the area not staring at Justin.
"Okay, so Justin's in the show." Jo decided, still looking awestruck. "Any objections?"
But of course nobody had any.
"What'cha got there? A journal?" Cody asked, making his way over to the stump that Gwen was sitting on with as much swagger as he could muster.
"Beat it." Gwen said, not looking up.
"Oh, I get it. It's private, huh?" Cody asked, sitting down on the stump beside her. "I'm down with that; yeah, it's cool, bra."
Gwen tolerated him for a short while, until he leaned over to try and read what she was writing. Pulling her diary to her chest top hide her words, she looked at him again. "What part of beat it don't you understand?"
Cody said nothing, and when the girl went back to writing, he leaned over and took a deep breath. Her eyes wide, Gwen snapped her book shut and jumped away from him. "What are you, some kind of freak?"
"You just smell really pretty." Cody responded sheepishly.
"It's just soap." Gwen said, before turning her back to the brunette boy and going off in search of a new hiding place to write.
"I'm not even going to ask." Gwen said as she stepped over the hole that Beth's baton had burned into the ground. Cody, who was still following her, hopped over it. As he made his way up the steps to the girls' cabin after her, Jo caught him by the shoulder.
"Not so fast there Cassanova." Jo said, dragging him down the steps and back to the Gophers' group.
"Finally!" Gwen said, relieved, as she returned her diary to its hiding place and put her swimsuit on. Grabbing her towel, she made her way outside once more, this time on her way to the dock.
Pausing to watch the latest audition for the talent show, Gwen almost seemed impressed by the stunts and tricks that Geoff could perform with his skateboard.
"Ooooh, that was like so cool!" Lindsay exclaimed when he was finished. "Jack should like totally be in the show!"
"It's Geoff." The blonde party boy corrected her.
"Okay, so I guess Geoff's in too." Heather said with a nod. "I guess we're all set for the show tonight!"
"I'm gonna be on tv, dude!" Geoff cheered as their teammates wandered off.
"You're already on tv." Gwen said, rolling her eyes in irritation before continuing on her way to the beach.
"Are you going swimming?" Geoff asked.
"No, I thought I'd go for a hike." Gwen said sarcastically.
"Sweet! I'll come with you!" Geoff said, dashing into the boys' side of the cabin and emerging dressed in his swimwear.
"Lucky me." Gwen said unenthusiastically.
"Awww, look. The first hook-up of the season." Heather said with a smirk. "How sweet."
"Wow, that was so funny that I forgot to laugh." Gwen retorted, walking towards the beach at a faster than usual pace so as to avoid walking beside Geoff.
"Oh my gosh, you have that problem too?" Lindsay asked.
Lindsay made as if she were going to follow the goth girl and the party boy to the beach, but Heather stuck out her arm. "You – stay here. We've got a diary to find."
"Uhh. . . okay." Lindsay said, turning towards the door of the cabin.
"No, you stand guard. If you see Gwen coming, warn me!" Heather said, before pulling the door shut behind her when she went into the cabin.
"Okay!" Lindsay agreed, saluting.
"Can you really stand on your hands for twenty minutes?" Mike asked Bridgette while Courtney practised her violin by the stands.
"Wanna bet that I can't?" Bridgette asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, you're on!" Mike said.
"Lightning wants a piece of that action!"
"Twenty minutes? Is that even physically possible?" Cameron asked.
"Ante up." Bridgette said, holding out her chocolate bar.
Bridgette offered up her chocolate bar and the guys all bet in cash. Once the prize had been established, Bridgette nodded.
"Alright, twenty minutes starting right . . . now!" And she flipped herself upside down, and walked across the stage on her hands. Unfortunately, as she walked backstage, her leg caught in a stray rope and became tangled – but as much as she pulled and twisted, she couldn't get free.
"Isn't this place great?" Geoff asked, putting his arm around Gwen's shoulders as he attempted to make small talk. "Man, you walk fast."
"Ugh, don't touch me." Gwen said, pulling away from him.
"It's cool, bra." Geoff said, taking his arm off her shoulders and holding up his hands apologetically.
"This place sucks." Gwen stated, picking up her pace even more to escape her unwelcome companion.
"Really?" Geoff said, sounding disappointed as he sped up to match her pace. "Man, it really bites that you feel that way."
"I just need to get away from everyone here." Gwen said, hoping that he would get the hint. "Because everyone is driving me crazy."
"Aww man." Geoff said, looking disappointed by his teammate's downer attitude. Then he brightened. "Hey! Maybe I can help!"
"The idiot can't take a hint." Gwen muttered to herself under her breath.
"Come on!" Geoff said, suddenly grabbing the girl's hand and taking off at a sprint towards the end of the dock, pulling her with him.
"Wait, no!" Gwen said, resisting to no avail.
"Cannonball!" Geoff called as he jumped into the lake, pulling Gwen in with him.
The goth soon surfaced, spluttering and thrashing. Her entire body soaked, she quickly pulled herself out of the water and onto the dock. Her fists clenched, she glared at Geoff.
"I HATE THIS PLACE!" Gwen announced before storming off.
"If I were a secret diary, where would I be stashed?" Heather asked herself while outside Lindsay braided a lock of her blonde hair.
"Hey Gwen." Lindsay's voice came from outside of the cabin. "Gwen! It's you! Hi, what are you doing here outside the cabin, Gwen?"
"Trying to get into the cabin." Came Gwen's unimpressed response.
"Oh, you're trying to get into the cabin? That's very interesting!" Lindsay responded loudly. "Wait! Stay here! We can . . . get tans together! And you could totally use one!"
Then she found it. Quickly flipping through the pages, it was a diary. Doing a fist pump, Heather smiled. "Yes! She is so dead!"
"Are you going to move, or do I have to throw you out of my way?" Gwen asked.
"You can try, but I have martial arts training!" Lindsay said as Heather shoved everything out of the way and tried to make the cabin look less suspicious. "Okay, you can go in!" Lindsay followed the goth girl inside. "Look, Gwen's back!"
"Hey Gwen, did you have a good swim?" Heather asked sweetly.
"What is going on in here?" Gwen asked, looking around.
Heather faked a yawn and a stretch. "Nothing, just resting before the big show. Are you always so paranoid?"
"Yeah, really?" Lindsay said before waving to Gwen and taking off after Heather.
"It's the T-D-I talent extravaganza!" Chris announced. "Welcome to the very first Camp Wawanakwa talent contest, where nine campers will showcase their mad skills and desperately try not to humiliate themselves! First up for the Screaming Gophers is Justin!"
The male model appeared on the stage, bathed in the spotlight. As his teammates cheered for him, he turned around to face the audience and began to strike different poses, building up to the climax of the act, where he sat down on a wooden stool and pulled a string, dumping a bucket of water on himself. Then he sat up and flipped his hair and flashed the audience his winning smile.
Confessional
"There are two syllables for hot: Jus and Tin! Man that guy is just so hot I could kiss him!" Owen told the camera, before realizing what the implications of his words were. "Because he's a good teammate! D'oh! Why'd I say that?"
"Okay, I don't know what that was, but dang, you've got some moves, dude!" Chris said as a seven out of ten flashed on the Chef-o-meter. As Justin made his way off the stage, Chris continued. "First up for the Killer Bass – give it up for the big guy: DJ!"
"Woo, yeah!" cheered the Bass as DJ made his way onto the stage in a white leotard and began a ribbon dance.
It started out as graceful and majestic as it had been earlier that day during the auditions. However, DJ did a different step and the ribbon ended up wound around his ankles and he stumbled for a moment, almost falling on his face before he used his strength to pull free the ribbon and decided to end the performance, smiling as though he'd meant to do that.
"Dainty and yet masculine. Let's see what Grand Master Chef thinks." Chris said as a two out of ten flashed on the Chef-o-meter. "Not much. Next up is Courtney!"
The brunette walked onto to the stage and almost immediately caught the attention of a certain blue eyed punk. He raised an eyebrow as she raised her violin and began to play a solo.
When the sweet chords of Courtney's violin finally came to an end, Chris walked into the stage, motioning to the Chef-o-meter, which was flashing an eight out of ten.
"Not bad." Chris said. "So, with three down and six to go, it's the Thrashing Bears thrashing ahead. Next on deck is Trent – take it away my bro!"
Trent made his way to centre-stage and sat down on the chair that had been set out for him. As he got ready to play his guitar, he searched the stands with his green eyes, seeking out the pretty goth girl he'd had a crush on since he'd first laid eyes on her on the dock on his first day at Camp Wawanakwa. "This one goes out to someone special here at Camp."
He began to strum his guitar and sang his song about their time at camp.
"Nice work!" Chris said, running out onto the stage as the other campers applauded. "I'm liking your style, dude! And so does Grand Master Chef! Nine out of ten!"
"Yes! Nine points!" Trent cheered.
"Woo! Go Trent!" Zoey called out.
"Alright quit hogging my light, buddy." Chris said, shoving Trent backstage when the musician failed to move immediately. "Four down and five to go with the Killer Bass totally sucking so far. Can they redeem themselves with their next talent? Let's hear it for Heather!"
"Originally, I was going to dance for you." Heather said, coming out on stage in her ballerina attire and taking a seat on the wooden stool that had been set out on the stage for her. "But instead I want to celebrate team spirit with a collaboration."
Heather held up Gwen's diary and smirked at the goth girl, whose eyes went wide when she realized what book Heather held in her hands. Shock and dread filled her tone. "She wouldn't."
"So, with words by Gwen, performance by me – enjoy." Heather said. "Hem, hem. 'Okay, so, I've been trying to ignore him but he hasn't been making it easy. He's just so cute and he's always making excuses to come and talk to me. If they had custom ordered a guy to be a distraction to me here, it would have been McHotty.'"
"Yeah, I knew she was hooked on the Codester." Cody said quietly, leaning back on the bleachers as coolly as he could.
"'We just totally connect and I think he's pretty much the only person I can relate to here. And I know it's a cliche but I love guys who play guitar.'"
"Wait, I don't play the guitar." Cody said, glancing around at his teammates. His disappointed blue gaze came to rest on Trent's guitar.
"'The only thing is – I don't get the whole thing with that redhead on his team. One minute he's making out with Zoey on the bleachers and the next thing I know he's snagging me an extra muffin from the kitchen! I don't understand – can't he make up his mind who he wants?'"
"Uh, Trent? I think I've figure out why she's been so cold towards you lately." Zoey said as she and Trent exchanged an awkward glance.
"Uh yeah, me too." Trent said with a nod before the duo shifted away from one another, trying to put additional distance between them on the bleachers. Zoey put her half-eaten muffin down on the seat of the bench between them.
Heather watched as Gwen fled the scene, before closing the diary with a satisfied smirk. "Thank you."
"That was so mean." Courtney said to her teammate backstage.
"Seriously." Bridgette agreed with a nod, still upside down – her leg still caught in the rope. "Hey, Courtney? Can you help me? I've been standing on my hands so long they're starting to go numb."
"Yeah, sure." The brunette said, putting her violin aside to help untangle her friend.
"Thanks. Want me to go set up for the next act?" Bridgette said as she righted herself at last, and stumbled around for a few seconds on wobbly legs.
"Sure." Courtney said, letting go of the rope – which quickly zoomed upwards. Eyes wide, Courtney stared up as the rope seemed to untie itself – releasing a spotlight. "Uh-oh."
"Ooooh, now that was cold!" Chris said, motioning to the Chef-o-meter, which was flashing a full ten out of ten. "Next up is-"
"Watch out!" Courtney called out to the host.
Chris jumped out of the way in a panic as a spotlight came crashing down seconds later right where he'd been standing only moments before. It shattered upon impact and not only covered the stage in broken bits of plastic, metal and glass but left a dent in the stage.
"Uh, due to some technical difficulties, we will be right back!" Chris said, before hollering for some interns. "Clean up on stage centre!"
"I will be right back." Zoey told Trent as she left the bleachers.
"Gwen! Wait up!" Zoey called as she caught up to the goth girl.
"Leave me alone." The goth said.
"I want to talk to you." Zoey said.
"Don't worry, I'm not in the habit of stealing boyfriends. Trent's all yours." Gwen said, trying to hide the fact that she was crying.
"But that's what I'm trying to tell you! Trent's not my boyfriend!"
The goth paused. "He's not?"
"Nope. I don't know who told you that we were making out, but trust me – we're just friends. Totally platonic."
"Nobody told me you guys were making out – I saw it with my own eyes!"
"What? When?"
"During the dodgeball tournement!"
"I swear we haven't – oooooooh! I know what you saw!"
"So you two did kiss?"
"No, definitely not! I don't like him like that, trust me!" Zoey said. "But when Tyler threw one of his murder balls, it flew into the stands and Trent tripped and fell on me when we were trying to get out of the way. It was so awkward."
"Well. . . that's good to know, I guess." Gwen said, still teary-eyed.
"And in case you were wondering – Trent totally likes you." Zoey said with a smile.
"He does?" Gwen asked hopefully.
"Come on, wanna go back? He did save you a seat, after all."
Gwen seemed to consider it for a moment, before shaking her head. "No, I can't show my face there again."
"What Heather did was totally mean." Zoey said. "But by you running off – you're letting her think she's won."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Gwen said with a sigh. "Fine, you win."
"You're so lucky." Zoey said as the two began to walk back towards the amphitheatre.
"Heather just read my diary on national television – how exactly is that lucky?"
"Trent's so into you – you're going to be so cute together."
"Hey, I thought you said you weren't into Trent."
"I'm not." Zoey assured her. "I kinda like that guy on the Bears' team though – Mike."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Well, I'm pretty sure he's got a thing for his teammate, Bridgette."
"Oh, that's a shame." Gwen said. "Are you sure?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you have proof that they're an item? Because what if they're like I thought you and Trent were?"
"No, I'm pretty sure they're together in a romantic way."
"Have you actually seen them kissing or holding hands or being otherwise romantic and coupley with one another?"
"Yeah, Mike and Bridgette were all cuddled up together at the awake-a-thon. Can't get much more coupley than that."
"That sucks. I'm sorry."
"No worries! Now, let's hurry back so we're in time for the next act!"
"Welcome back! Can the Bears top Gwen's diary reading by Heather? Probably not! But let's give it up for Lightning anyway!"
The macho boy walked onto the stage while a very disappointed-looking Mike pushed a cart of footballs onto the stage with him. There were various targets set up on the stage and Bridgette was working on setting up the last few in the woods behind the bleachers.
"SHA-LIGHTNING!" The boy exclaimed, grabbing the first football and smashing a hole through the very centre of the closest target. Then, one-by-one, he busted a hole in the very centre of every remaining target with his footballs.
"Impressive! Chef approves." Chris said, walking out onto the stage as the Chef-o-meter flashed a score of seven out of ten. "Next we shall be witnessing the magnificent talents of the great Alejandro!"
"Chris, you make it sound as though I'm going to do some lame magic tricks or something." Alejandro said.
"Hey! Magic tricks aren't lame!" Harold shouted from the audience.
"I would like to dedicate this song to a special lady in the audience." Alejandro said, scanning the audience with his green-blue eyes, pausing the longest on Heather, before he continued on, teasing many females in the audience with his charming smile.
After Alejandro's accordion solo was finished, many of the girls in the audience went wild – even more excited by Alejandro's performance than they had been by both Justin's pure sexiness and Trent's cute love song.
"Whoever said the accordion was dead was apparently wrong." Chris said, smirking as he walked onto the stage, the Chef-o-meter flashing a score of eight out of ten. "Nicely done, bro. Next up are the Bass with Geoff!"
Standing up to make his way backstage, Geoff jumped onto his skateboard, which broke in half. "Aww man, that seriously wrecks the ride!"
"What are we going to do now?" Beth asked in distress.
"What about Harold, eh?" Ezekiel suggested.
"Do we have another choice?" Leshawna asked.
Beth shook her head and walked up to the nerdy boy, who was sitting on the bleachers. "Harold, it's your time to shine."
"Booyah!" Harold cheered, jumping up and running onto the stage.
"It seems we have a last minute substitution – Harold will be representing the Bass." Chris announced as Harold made his way onto the stage.
"WHAT?!" Heather's angry voice came from backstage as the nerd walked up to the microphone, seeming nervous.
"You can do it Harold!" Beth, Tyler and Ezekiel cheered from the bleachers.
At his teammates' prompting, he then proceeded to completely wow the entire audience with his mad beatboxing skills.
"Wicked beatboxing, dude!" Chris said, applauding as he came out onto the stage. The Chef-o-meter was flashing a full ten. " Chef liked it so much that he's giving you a grand score of fifteen out of ten! Wow, it would really suck to have to follow that!"
"That's not fair!" Courtney whined. "The rating system was only out of ten!"
"Next up are the Thrashing Bears!" Chris announced, ignoring Courtney completely. "Can they redeem themselves?"
"Scott, are you sure you're ready?" Courtney asked the ginger-haired boy as the two stood backstage together, prepping for their team's final act.
"Of course. I'll have whittled grade 'A' Chris and Chef busts in no time at all." Scott assured the brunette. "You know how much Chris loves himself. We'll definitely win."
"Out of my way, losers." Eva said, shoving Scott aside and making her way onto the stage as Sadie followed her, carrying her stereo.
"What are you two doing?!" Courtney asked in alarm.
"We're going to show these losers what real talent is!" Eva said as she made her way onto the stage.
"Oh my gosh! Eva's totally amazing!" Sadie said, before running onstage after her friend, putting the stereo down and pressing the play button. Then, as Eva had instructed her, Sadie ran backstage to dance, so that the audience wouldn't be distracted from Eva's act.
And surprised as the cast had been when Harold had beatboxed his way to stardom onstage, the only thing that could possibly top their amazement would have been Eva's epic moves, which the bodybuilder demonstrated to them all.
Mouths hanging agape in amazement, the audience stared in wonder as Eva started breakdancing – and she was actually really good at it too.
"Wow, that was pretty awesome!" Chris said as the Chef-o-meter flashed an eight out of ten score for Eva. "But despite Eva's cool moves on the dancefloor, Grand Master Chef has declared the Killer Bass to be the winners! Gophers are in second place and that means I will be seeing the Bears at the campfire ceremony again tonight."
Confessional
"Okay, so I totally miss Katie, and she's still my BFFFL, but whoever said you can't have two BFFFLs? Eva is actually so totally cool!" Sadie told the camera. "And oh my gosh, can she ever dance! She's been teaching me how to be all independent and stuff! She is so cool!"
"If only Eva hadn't decided to show off, we wouldn't be sending someone else home tonight!" Scott said to those teammates of his who were sitting on the steps.
"Well, she was actually pretty good." Bridgette said, while Mike nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, but you guys know how much Chris loves himself!" Scott said. "My sculptures of Chris and Chef would have won for sure!"
"He's got a point there." Courtney said.
"Lightning thought he was better than all of ya'll." the athlete told them all.
"Cam is actually such a sweetie! I don't wanna vote him out." Sadie said.
"We have to keep this team strong – we need to vote out the weak links." Eva told her. "And Cam's the weak link."
"I guess we're doing what's best for the team." Sadie agreed sadly.
"So Bears, it seems that you are on a losing streak. Sucks to be you." Chris said.
"Yeah yeah yeah, let's just get this over with." Eva growled.
Chris glared at the girl. "Marshmallows for Bridgette, Mike, Courtney and Brick."
The named contestants caught their marshmallows.
"Cameron, Izzy, Brick and Lightning."
The next four contestants caught their marshmallows while Eva looked surprised by the fact that Cam received a marshmallow.
"B and Sadie."
Eva looked around in surprise to find that she, alongside Scott, was in the bottom two.
"And the final marshmallow of the night goes to. . ."
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"Scott."
"WHAT?!" Eva snarled angrily.
"NOOOOO!" Sadie began to wail, charging at Eva and lifting her off the ground as she pulled her into a great bear hug.
"Sadie! Put me down!" Eva commanded, her face flushing bright red with humiliation at being shown affection in such a public way.
"Eva, I'm going to miss you as much as I miss Katie!" Sadie wailed.
"Wow, really?" Eva seemed taken aback.
"Really!"
Eva's angry expression softened for a moment, and she seemed as though she was going to saw 'awwww', but then she seemed to remember who she was and resumed her angry expression.
"You're all going down!" Eva warned her former teammates, with the exceptions of B and Sadie.
"Goodbye, other BFFFL!" Sadie cried out, before releasing Eva from her bear hug and running off in a state of hysterics.
"Take care of her for me, will you?" Eva whispered to B, and the silent giant gave her a thumbs up in response. Then she turned back to her other teammates. "I WILL GET YOU FOR THIS!"
Eva's threats were temporarily paused by Chef's arrival. The ex-military man picked up the body builder and took her down to the dock, while she continued to scream profanities at her team, save Sadie and B.
Confessional
"Eva was a strong player, henceforth she needed to go." Scott said. "Besides, I couldn't just let her have her little alliance – I'm in charge of this team, I control who gets voted out. No, she just had to go."
Static.
"If that evil, conniving little cow thinks she's getting away with reading my diary to everyone, she's got another thing coming." Gwen said.
Gwen knocked on the door to the boys' side of the Bass cabin, and was pleased when Harold answered the door. "Did you say you brought a red ant farm with you?"
"Yeah." Harold answered.
"Can I borrow it?" Gwen asked.
"Sure." Harold answered, puzzled. He disappeared for a moment before returning with it and handing it to the goth girl.
"Thanks." Gwen said, making her way back to the girl's side of the cabin. "Come meet auntie Heather."
Then she dumped the entire ant farm into Heather's bed before crawling back into her own. Heather arrived moments later and got into bed, before jumping out seconds later, screaming and covered from head to toe in red ants.
Gwen chuckled to herself as Heather fled the cabin. "Sweet dreams, everyone."
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