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Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama. Or a million dollars, so I am like a lot of people on planet Earth.

Tatiana's POV

"Gwen! Gwendolyn Andrea Baker, get out her now, before I have to drag you out!"

I pound at the door uselessly. What's the point? Gwen wouldn't come out if the apocalypse started and it was raining flaming cows. Or something like that.

Flopping on my bed, I consider a list of options.

1: Let Gwen come out on her own (unlikely)

2: Pick the lock and talk to Gwen (possible)

3: Get a heavy object and break the door down (my personal favorite, but damage costs make me reconsider…)

4: Get another person to talk to her

Who would that be? Chris would refuse, Duncan is a jerk, Izzy is… Izzy, and Trent will probably… be the best option.

I guess he isn't the best option anymore. Because he has also locked himself in a secluded area, his cabin.

"Trent, get yourself out here NOW!"

"No!"

I groan. Those two are exactly alike sometimes. Both are stubborn, insecure and dedicated to their stubbornness.

Slumping down to the deck, I try not to get frustrated. How could I get those two together for at least 30 seconds?

I guess I didn't have to, because while I was pondering this, Trent slipped out the door. So I got up and followed twenty paces behind him, wondering how I didn't notice him leaving.

When he arrived at the shack, Trent opened the door and lets himself in. While I am left trying not to slap myself for forgetting to lock the door. Oh well, it might be better this way.

I can't help but eavesdrop on this conversation, so I listen through the door.

"Gwen, please talk to me!"

"…"

"Look, I don't know why you hid, or why you changed so drastically, but it isn't going to help if you just lock yourself in there all day! So please, come out."

I hear the bathroom door squeak as it opens. Trent accomplished something in 15 seconds that I could not do in ten minutes.

"Gwen-"

Trent-"

Both laugh nervously at their synchronization

"Gwen, I realize I haven't totally figured you out, but I want you to know that I will always be here if you need me."

"Thanks Trent"

I move to the side right before the door opens and Gwen and Trent exit together. Gwen's eyes widen as she sees me.

"Uh… how much of that did you hear?"

I smirk at this, "A good portion of it"

Trent rubs the back of his neck nervously as Gwen takes a sudden interest in her shoes.

"Oh come on, like I haven't guessed you two would get back together by the end of this season. What with all the drama and secrets and Duncan kissing Courtney…"

Gwen seems to remember something about that, because she runs off to the stage.

Trent was confused, "What was that about?"

"Oh, I'm not so sure, but we probably want to go see the fireworks."

Gwen's POV

I step onto the stage, seeing Duncan carving something into the platform. He stops as he looks up at me.

"Hey Pasty, I was wondering when you'd show up-"

SMACK

Duncan's face was a combination of surprise and pain, but that didn't earn any sympathy from me.

Not again, no way.

"Don't you 'pasty' me!" I yell, "Courtney was right, you are a cheating sicko. And as much as I want to scream profanities at you, this is being filmed, and I think the editors deserve a break for once. So instead, I'll just do this" And I proceeded to kicking Duncan in the groin.

I now know why Courtney loves to do that so much.

Leaving Duncan on the stage, I walk over to where Trent and Tatiana were standing and cheering.

"I've wanted to do that for years!" Trent exclaimed, and Tatiana rolled her eyes.

"So why don't you?"

This seemed like a good enough reason for Trent, so he went over and started to beat Duncan with a stick.

For nine minutes.

Duncan was in the nursing station, and probably would be for the next 24 hours. For now, it was just me and Trent, sitting at the fire pit.

"So, Duncan's out due to injury. That means you made it to the final two."

Trent sighs, "Yeah, apparently so. Me against Izzy."

I laugh, "You'll be fine as long as the final challenge doesn't involve anything highly flammable."

"Knowing Chris, it will."

I laugh. It felt good to laugh at one of Trent's jokes; it reminded me of when we were dating.

"Trent?"

"Yes Gwen?"

"I'm sorry."

This seems to catch him off guard. "Sorry? For what?

"For lying, for hiding, for not letting you beat Duncan up first."

It was his turn to laugh, "To be honest, I'm just glad you're back. It's been boring without you."

"I missed you."

"I missed you too Gwen."

Trent moves a bit closer, and we turn to each other. Tension flowed like electricity through the air between us.

And Trent, my ex, kisses me.

Eep! That's it! That's the end of I don't want to be free people!

…

Just kidding! Expect an epilogue!