A/N: I'm pleased with this chapter, and I loved the episode. Just loved it. Anyway, there's actually a reference to the movie "Clueless". See if you can find that one! Also, I made a mention about "[her] time of the month". If you guess what I'm talking about, send me your guess in a PM! But if you can't PM, a review will do. I also used a 1940s jazz slang term; see if you can find it! I hope you like Chris's alarm clock! Review, disclaimer is in the first chapter.
Chris's POV
"Dude, time to wake up and announce for the show! Dude, time to wake up and announce for the show! Dude—" I slammed my digital alarm clock. My alarm gets annoying, but then again, it does help me wake up. I got up and looked at the time. 8 AM. Time to get ready. I took my sweet time in getting ready and having my hair look absolutely perfect. Whoever said looks got you far was way ahead of their time. At 8:30 AM, I left to the Craft Services tent to get my breakfast. After that, I reported to the street of studios. Time to shoot the intro for this show. I always have a non-fat vanilla soy latte before I go on, but my soy latte wasn't here yet! I put on my grin, totally prepared and ready for what I had written, regardless of the fact that I still didn't have my pick-me-up. I waited a few seconds, and then I heard the camera guy yell action. My cue to start.
"Last time on Total Drama Action, he was a boy. She was a girl." I gestured to either side of myself. Editing would put in Gwen and Trent's pictures later. "And last week on Total Drama Action, a shocking team redistribution pitted them against one another. Our heroine made a fundamental romantic comedy error: picking Duncan first and leaving her boyfriend Trent feeling kinda…ouchie. Meanwhile, two men made an illegal alliance, and Duncan's mad thespian skills trumped Izzy's well…madness. It was all too much for Chef's tender heart, and Izzy—" Then I remembered her other name. "Uh…Kaleidoscope—was clearly a bit too nutso, even for this show." Time to go into the next part of the overview. "Will Duncan break up Gwen and Trent's barely there relationship? Will the new locks keep Owen out of the Craft truck?" Owen had broken into our food source! We had to get new locks! "Will my non-fat vanilla soy latte EVER get here?" I was now starting to lose my cool, and on camera too. I quickly hid my anger. Don't want to look bad once this gets on the air.
"CUT!" The camera guy (what was his name again?) yelled. "Get the guy his non-fat vanilla soy latte! He's getting angry!" Finally, someone understands me! Chase was in the surveillance room, and Tawny wasn't going to approach me anytime soon, so I saw Blaire come running with my latte.
"Yeah, here's your latte." She handed it to me and walked away. "By the way, Chase told me there were a few contestants exploring and coming this way. You better move to the trailers."
"Thanks Blaire!" I yelled after her. "You heard her! Let's move!" In a half hour, we were in front of the trailers.
"AND…ACTION!" I was cued back in, and now I was content and non-fat vanilla soy latte filled.
"All the answers—uh, answer—" Crap, I just had my non-fat vanilla soy latte. That's one question answered. I creased my eyebrows, but relaxed again. "Right now, in another tear-jerking episode of TOTAL…DRAMA…ACTION!" I grinned for a few more moments, and then the camera guy yelled cut. I sighed. "Finally, it's over!" But then I grinned. "Time to tell the victims the next challenge!" I walked off in the direction of the fake Craft Services tent.
My POV
I ate breakfast with Tawny at 8:30 AM. After that, I left to the fake Craft Services tent. This place had turned into more of a hangout spot for me since I always ate before I got there. I sat down across from Gwen and next to Duncan, and I offered Gwen a smile. She didn't see it. Chef was mixing up something in a pot, and Heather was just getting in line for whatever was in there. When I saw what it was, it almost made me puke. Brown slop.
"Now I know how starlets stay thin." She looked at her slop.
"Wish Chef'd let me in the kitchen. I got me some mad culinary skills." Harold said.
"Do you mind? I was talking to my slop." Heather walked away from Harold. I turned my head, following Heather, only to focus my attention on Lindsay and Beth.
"Justin, look! I brought you bacon!" Lindsay offered a plate full of bacon.
"I brought you Facon. Tofu's good for your heart." Beth offered a plate of…Facon. Apparently, it's tofu bacon.
"Pig's good for his hair!" Lindsay yelled.
"HOLY CRAP I LOVE HIS HAIR!" Beth jumped and grabbed Justin's head (how is that even possible?!).
"Ladies, please." He removed Beth off his head with no trouble at all. "I accept both your offerings. Join me for breakfast?" He asked. The two girls girlishly laughed—well, Beth snorted—and Justin stopped eating. "Aren't you eating?"
"When you can gorge your soul on Essence de Beau Hunk, who needs food?" Lindsay stared at him. He looked at Beth and winked at her. She gasped and fell to the ground with a loud thud.
Confession Cam
"If only making friends with a guy as gorgeous as Justin was as easy as making these bracelets." Beth pulled on a yellow bracelet, and it split in tiny beads, a bunch of which hit Tawny and Blaire, but one got stuck in Beth's throat. Beth choked and fell to the floor. Blaire immediately performed the Heimlich Manuver on Beth and saved her from choking.
Across from those two lay Trent, who was sprinkling salt on his scrambled eggs…then the salt spilled all over his eggs.
Duncan's POV
I burst into laughter after that for two good reasons: one, I got Trent back good, and two, I never felt so happy about pranking someone for a while, at least, not since Harold back on TDI. Ah, the guy deserves it for glaring at me! But I can't believe it actually worked!
"Ah, sorry about the morning assalt!" I just had to use that pun. Lame, but hey, I didn't care! Then I felt a sharp pain to the back of my head.
"Third grade called. You're due back in class." Gwen nonchalantly insulted me.
"Real mature. Don't you know its bad luck to spill salt?" Trent threw some salt over his shoulder, and it landed in Heather's face. Ah, priceless! Julie gasped.
"Duncan! You indirectly hurt Heather!"
"Nothing a little pepper won't fix." Trent said while reaching for the pepper.
"TRENT, NO!" Julie stood up and yelled. Too late. The pepper I also unscrewed went right into his eggs too! He gasped and threw it over his shoulder—into Heather's face! She started sneezing like crazy and ran out of the tent! I walked up to him, laughing all the way. Julie ran up to him, trying to call Heather back.
"Heather! Are you okay?!" She looked down, and then looked at me. She was pissed! "WHAT THE FUCK DUNCAN?!" I got a slap across the face. I propped myself against the table.
"You still gonna finish those eggs bro?" And just to piss him off, I took a piece and ate it. It tasted awful, but whatever it took to anger him.
"Are you nuts?! Now I only have eight pieces left!" He had nine pieces?
"Am I nuts? Dude, you're officially capital W weird." I made a W with my fingers to rub it in his face.
"Which is good, because I happen to really like weird." Gwen glared at me while she comforted Trent. She took a piece of his eggs and ate it. "There. Now you've got seven pieces, which is an odd number again. Isn't that kind of better?"
"Abso-Gwen-ly." Trent responded. WHOA! Abso-Gwen-ly? What is UP with him? Then a whistle.
My POV
"Hang on to your coconuts players; we're going back to the beach!" Chris cried with joy. He had on some black shades and was carrying a surfboard. Right, the challenge. Better get my head back in the game. Owen cheered in response. "Ever seen one of those 1950s surfer movies where the kids get up to neat-o fun before the big bonfire twist-a-thon, and the bully kicks the sand castle in the nerdy guy's face?" I knew the one alright.
"Right on surfer dude!" I gave a hang ten sign.
Confession Cam
"I'm from California, which means I'm a Cali girl. That means I'm well-versed in Valley Speak and Surfer Speak. Oh my God, I'm totally buggin'!" Julie imitated in a Valley Girl accent. "And there's also, WICKED WIPEOUT DUDE!!!" She almost sounded like Geoff. Both Tawny and Blaire were amazed.
Judging by everyone else's reaction, they didn't know the movie genre.
"Uh, no grandpa, we haven't." Duncan responded for the other campers.
"Well, get ready to recreate one, junior! Two challenges, followed by a tiebreaker if necessary. So, grab your swimsuits!" Chris walked out of the tent, and I followed him, along with the other contestants.
The girls were changing into their swimsuits in the trailer. I put on my green floral bikini once again, Gwen her black bikini, Heather her burgundy colored bikini, Beth her weird looking swimsuit, Lindsay her red bikini (along with tanning lotion, she thought we were actually going to the beach), and Leshawna her blue embroidered one piece. This is gonna be fun, and I've got the upper edge this time around. We all walked out of the trailer, and we were standing with our teams.
"Follow me cool cats!" Chris gestured for us to follow him to a shooting stage; one I knew all too well, except it was much colder. Not quite what I was expecting, but I can deal. And I dealt with it just fine.
"When did you guys move the beach to Antarctica?" Lindsay asked while squeezing out some tanning lotion.
"As some of you can see, we're not really at the beach; we're actually in the shooting studio." This time, Chris was wearing a white hooded parka and there was a green screen in front of a pool of water and a surfboard above that pool of water.
"And the AC's cranked because?" Duncan asked, shivering.
"All the cameras and lights get so hot; they can melt Chef's heart." Chef was now grinning and waving to us. Holy crap he's right. "And the network told my agent sweaty isn't a good look for me."
"Then wet probably isn't going to be a good look for you either, because that's what you're going to be if you don't HURRY UP WITH THE CHALLENGE ALREADY!"
"Fine, fine, don't harsh my mellow. Your first challenge: hang ten this deck into the big blue without swallowing tail in the soup." Right then.
"So you mean whoever stays on the board the longest wins, right?" I asked him. That was the problem with surfer speak: it said more than was necessary to explain a simple request.
"Exactamundo groovy cats! So, who's going first?" Chris asked. Everyone was silent. It was always like this. "The team that wins gets a half-hour head start on the next challenge. And given tonight's reward, you should be fighting harder than Justin's abs over who gets first shot." And still no one went up. I was about to walk up to him when Harold suddenly flung himself to Chris, an ice shard wedged between Harold's butt cheeks. "We have a volunteer!" Harold looked angry, then shrugged and got on the surfboard.
"MAD SURFING SKILLS…ACTIVATE!" Did he even have mad surfing skills?
"And please welcome the return of some season one fan favorites, the sharks!" A shark suddenly leaped out and attempted to eat Harold.
Confession Cam
"I'm very protective of my buttocks. They provide me with the low center of gravity that is the key to my many mad skills. You could say they're my hugest asset. Check it! I can juggle my Magic Steve's Magical Trading Cards!" Harold proceeded to push a pack of cards from one back pocket to the next--using his butt cheeks. Both girls were disgusted and forced him out the door.
He jumped up to a metal rafter and held on for dear life.
"My booty and I are out!" Harold said from up above the pool.
"Your booty has an opinion?" Leshawna asked.
"That's a big job for a saggy, sad little thing." Heather commented.
"I'll have you know this is a selfless act! My lady fans couldn't handle the loss of this perfect behind!" Harold responded with the sharks still biting at him.
"And by lady fans, he means his mother!" Heather insulted. Ah, that was a good one! I snickered on the inside.
"Hey sharks look! Bacon and Facon!" Harold pointed to Owen, who had a plate of the stuff with him.
"Breakfast should last all day, no?" I face palmed myself as I saw the sharks beg for it like seals. Harold chose this as the time to make his escape, but he didn't land on his feet.
"Ooooo, way to stick the dismount bro!" Chris commented. I wasn't laughing, but Heather, Gwen, and Duncan were. Gwen and Duncan even fist pounded each other! Oh boy, someone's not going to like that…I trained my eyes on Trent.
"Awww…" Trent groaned.
"Friendship bracelet?" Beth offered a purple bracelet to Trent.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine!" Trent chanted while he tapped the bracelet on his head. I quirked an eyebrow. What was with him and nine? "Ah, much better." Trent slouched over. Beth backed away from him.
"And Lindsay! You're up next!" Chris yelled. She went up to the board, and it started moving. She was actually doing fine, until the board started rocking faster and a huge fan was turned on. She was soon flung off the board and hit the green screen. Chris called DJ up, and one of the sharks ate his shorts. DJ gasped and ran off the set with Chef calling after him. However, I didn't quite catch what Chef yelled to him, because Owen was going up. He broke the surfboard and fell into the water a few seconds later. When he did that, he displaced all of the water and the two sharks. I was drenched! And Owen walked out of the tub through a door.
"Oh crap! Sorry shark dudes, really, I'm so sorry!" Owen apologized, holding the broken surfboard. Chris blew his whistle and called for a break—for the sharks and to refill the pool. However, we got no break.
"Julie! Time to surf the pipe!" Chris called to me. I grinned.
"Totally tubular hepcat! You'll totally see what I can do with a board and some of my gnarly skills." I gave two thumbs up as I got on the board. "Hit me with what you got surfer dude!" I egged him on. Then I saw him load up seagulls on a Gatling style gun. Oh…crap. Wait, he said we have to stay on the board. He never said how…this is gonna be fun.
"I love this game!" He yelled. He started shooting seagulls at me. I ducked down and laced my arms around the board just in case it started to move. Then the shooting stopped.
"That the best you got Grandpa Chris?!" I looked at him from where I was still hanging onto the board.
"That's not allowed!"
"Oh yes it is! You said that we have to stay on the board. You never said HOW we should stay on the board." I beat him at his own game.
"Oh, we're not done yet!" Chris ran to his control board and pushed a button as hard as was physically possible. The board started swaying back and forth like crazy, but I held on steadfastly. "Damnit! Cue the fan Chef!" There was a huge gust of wind blowing over me. I screamed in shock.
"YOU'RE NOT GETTING THE BEST OF ME THIS TIME OLD MAN! COWABUNGA!!!!" I yelled above the fan and the whirring of the hydraulics of the board.
"I hate this game! Fine, you win!" The fan stopped and the board stopped rocking. I got up and walked back down the ladder, where I got a high five from Gwen. After all, I did get our team the first point. After a few more minutes, the sharks were back in the water, and Justin was up for the other team. Once he got on the board, he flipped his hair. The sharks were immediately in a trance. "So perfect. Almost makes me believe in the inherent goodness of the human race…almost." Chris loaded up more seagulls and shot them at Justin.
Confession Cam
"I wanted to tell him that he looked like a surfing GOD! Instead, I said YOUR FACE! WATCH YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE!" Tawny collapsed on the floor laughing, and Beth ran out of the trailer crying. This was later edited so that it fell in line with what Beth actually said.
"JUSTIN! YOUR FACE! WATCH YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE!" Beth yelled. It was too late. The seagulls hit Justin, and he fell into the water. The sharks dove in the water to save him, brought him out, and one of the sharks administered CPR on him. How did sharks even do that?! Justin was revived, and the shark hugged Justin while pushing Beth and Lindsay away.
"Love's a beautiful thing." Chris grinned.
"More beautiful than that thing you call a face." I jeered.
"THAT'S IT! GWEN, YOU'RE UP!" Chris yelled. Gwen was shot down by the seagulls. Trent managed to stay on. Heather was shot down, as was Beth. Then it was Duncan's turn. "Finally, we have Duncan! Try not to get your piercings wet." Chris chuckled. He started shooting seagulls at Duncan, who avoided them easily. Then Chris started to throw things at Duncan. First, it was a director's chair, then a light.
"Aw, my head!" Lindsay walked up to Chris. Bad choice.
"CHRIS, NO!" I yelled at him. "DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!" But Lindsay was chucked in Duncan's direction.
"You gotta be kidding me." He managed to dodge Lindsay, but she hit the green screen—again.
"And with that, Duncan secures victory for the Screaming Gaffers!"
"Gnarly." Duncan replied before meeting up with us. We were cheering. When I focused back down to Earth, Gwen and Duncan were hugging and Trent's reaction—not cool.
Confession Cam
"HOLY CRAP! DID YOU SEE THAT?! Duncan avoided all of those seagulls, a chair, a light, and Lindsay!" Julie laughed. "Wait, wouldn't Chris get sued for using Lindsay as a weapon?" She shrugged. "Whatever. I still think my moves were pretty sweet. Why stand on the board when you can just grab onto it for dear life and wait until it stops moving? Much less energy's wasted that way."
Trent's POV
"Man, Gwen's team is unstoppable!" Owen exclaimed. Duncan…hugging…Gwen…?
"Try unstable. A ticking time bomb of betrayal. We have to stop them." I resolved.
"With what?! A freight train? TOOT TOOT!" Owen! No! I'm losing my cool! Must…get… out friendship…bracelet for…good luck!
"Five, six, seven, eight, nine." I tapped it against my head. My lucky number nine. It makes me feel so peaceful, and it's the number of letters in Gwen and my names. Gwen…
"Ex-squeeze me?" Owen asked. No! He can't defy me!
"Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine!" I yelled to drown out Owen's bad vibes.
"Uh, your secret weapon's being weird?" Owen asked again. Gwen loves weird. Gwen…
"If being weird brings us good luck, then yeah, I'm weird! Besides, Gwen likes weird." I cupped my head in my hands and looked at her. So beautiful…
Chris said to the camera, "If you at home like weird, then you'll love what's coming up next!"
"I'm telling you, sometimes being weird is cool." I told Chris. He gets so annoying sometimes.
"Delusional. So sad." Chris shook his head. "So report to the front of the lot everyone!" Chris chuckled. "The bus is going to be there soon."
My POV
"Not in our swimsuits. I'm getting changed." Heather walked out of the lot. The others followed suit. I went back to the trailer to get a swim wrap and a change of clothes. I pulled out of my duffle bag a green floral wrap and tied it securely around my waist. I also grabbed a change of clothes and packed them in my backpack, which I slung over my shoulder.
"Girl, are you crazy? We're probably going to go back in that studio, where we'll freeze our asses off again!" All of the other girls were now changed back into their regular clothes.
"It's okay. I'll be fine. Besides, I think we're actually going to the beach this time!" I was telling the truth, but they didn't believe me. They never did. We reported to the front of the lot, and I was the only one in my swimsuit.
"Welcome back to Total Drama Action, where against all advised to the contrary, the players have changed OUT of their bathing suits." Chris greeted to the cameras. "Hope you like swimming in your jeans."
"Save one." Justin commented.
"Right, Julie. At least she has faith in me, unlike all of you." Chris pointed at us. I was smiling on the inside.
"Right, because we're totally going to the beach this time. The bus is just late." Heather said sarcastically. Then a honking. I turned around, only to see a yellow school bus waiting for us.
"You were saying?" Chris asked. I was so right!
Confession Cam
"Chris actually told us the truth for once?! What's next, being treated with actual respect?!" Owen asked incredulously. Blaire was amazed that Owen was actually making sense, unlike Tawny. Tawny knew that Owen was capable of making sense.
"So uh…Chris…where are we headed to?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.
"Oh, you'll see." Chris grinned. "Gaffers on the bus first since they won the last challenge!" I climbed into the bus and claimed a front seat. Once everyone was seated, the bus lurched and we were on our way to Wawanakwa. Strangely enough, we got there by bus exclusively. Was I wrong about the island being an island? "Hey groovy cats, we're here!" The bus lurched to a stop and we all got out. "Now follow me CAMPERS! You'll see what this place is soon enough." A half hour later, we were on a beach next to two sandboxes. "Yes campers, we're actually back at your old stomping grounds, TOTAL…DRAMA…ISLAND! If you need to take a moment and reminisce about the great times you had here—" Chris was cut off by all of us breaking into laughter. No way did I miss this place! "Fine, we'll skip the good memories montage. Screaming Gaffers, you've got a 30 minute head start on…the sand castle building contest, to be judged by our resident King O' the Dunes!" Chef put on a hat in the shape of a sand castle tower. "Make like prop masters guys, and give me something awesome! I really don't want the tiebreaker to have to go down. I don't think Legal's quite approved it yet." A large boulder fell on top of a mannequin dummy, with three bamboo sticks falling on top of the boulder, and to top it all off, a Dukes of Hazard car crashed into the pile.
Harold started ordering us around to get buckets, so I quietly slipped away. I wasn't in the mood to help him. I still didn't quite like him, but he was tolerable. I spent my time walking in the forest. I reached a clearing, and then I saw them. Duncan and Gwen dismantling the bus's engine.
"There! If we're stuck at the beach, at least we can stay in the cabins. I never thought I'd miss them!" Gwen told Duncan. They don't know I'm here, do they? Phew!
"I've always been more of a dismantler than a builder anyway." Duncan was carrying a bucket.
"No, you just love to stir up the—" A loud honking noise. Crap, I had to cover my ears it was so loud. "STUFF! I WAS GOING TO SAY STUFF!" Did they think it was a censor noise?
"We should disconnect the horn too." The cover slammed. I quickly reappeared from behind the bus. "You." Duncan hissed out.
"Where have you two been?! We need your help on the sand castle! Everyone thinks you went off to get…" I looked at the bucket Duncan was holding. Eh, it'll do for a good excuse.
"Buckets! Yeah!" I smiled. They both eyed me weirdly.
"Whatever. It's probably time to head back anyway." Duncan shrugged and started walking. Phew, my ass has been saved once again.
Trent's POV
Where's Gwen? And come to think of it, where's Duncan? Oh my God…no, no, no, no, NO! I CAN'T WATCH THE OTHER TEAM DO THIS ANY LONGER!
"Three, two," Chris started to count down. Chef blew a bugle, and terribly too. "Thank you Chef. Screaming Gaffers, your 30 minute lead is over! So, Trent, dude, get castling."
"WATER! WATER! WE NEED WATER!" Owen ran around screaming.
"I'll hit the mountain stream!" Lindsay yelled.
"Or we could use the lake." Beth reminded Lindsay. Justin was already packing sand, and Owen was still screaming. Too…many…noises!!!!
"QUIET!!! We need a plan, and I've got one." I grinned. Nine of everything, for Gwen!
Confession Cam
"Little Trent mans up! Wow, even I had goosebumps! And there wasn't a mirror for miles." Justin looked at himself in his mirror. Tawny sprayed some hairspray in his eyes, forcing him to run away.
"It's that time of the month, isn't it?" Blaire asked.
"Yup!" Tawny replied.
"All right, we're going to make a castle, nine of everything. Nine towers, nine doors, nine room, et cetera. Let's go!" I commanded my team.
My POV
"The Taj Maharold! It's perfect!" I was standing with the rest of my teammates looking over Harold's sand castle creation. It was absolutely gorgeous. We disbanded soon after that, but Harold, Leshawna, DJ, and Heather stayed with the sand castle. I decided to swim in the lake a little bit. I was finally able to relax and unwind.
Justin's POV
"Dude, stop at three, stop at five, just-just stop!" I yelled to Trent. This guy is going nuts!
"It can't support so much weight!" Owen added. I looked at the sand castle. It was a shoddy thing, but then again, there were nine towers, nine openings, nine moats around it, and nine shells with the Killer Grip symbol on it. Owen's right: it can't support that much weight. Trent chuckled like a mad person.
"Just one more…flag." The sand castle collapsed entirely.
"Ah…it's over." I looked down.
"What if I tie these bracelets around the tower to keep them up?" Beth asked.
"It's a sand castle building contest Beth!" I reminded her. God, she's so stupid and shallow.
"No, it's a prop sand castle building contest. Anything goes!" I gasped. Oh my God, Beth found a loophole! This is great!
"Oh, I have some anything!" Lindsay pointed to her bag. Did she think we'd be on the beach or something?
"We can make it even better!" Beth exclaimed. Lindsay started throwing out some magazines. "Everybody, tear up these magazines!" All of the shredded bits were put into a bucket, and Beth started to spray something into it. "I'll mix the pieces with hairspray, and voilà! Papier-mâché!"
"Crafty!" I commented. She blushed. It's so great to be admired.
"Remember, nine of everything!" Trent reminded them. Oh my God, not this nine obsession!
My POV
I got out of the water after a long swim and put on my wrap. I walked to Gwen and Duncan, who had just returned from a walk.
"I dub thee: Casa Gwen!" Trent announced so loudly that I could hear him once I got to Gwen and Duncan.
"Now he's naming BUILDINGS after me?! I think Trent might be obsessed!" Gwen exclaimed.
"Nine moats, nine flags, nine wicked jam rooms!" Trent let out a cackle fit for any cuckoo person.
Confession Cam
"Is it me, or has Trent completely gone off his rocker?" Julie asked the camera.
"He's gone completely off his rocker!" Tawny yelled off camera.
"At least his number nine obsession is even worse than the me one!"
"Four letters in your name, five in Trent's, put 'em together and you get—" Gwen cut off Duncan's explanation, but I saw it all too well. Trent has officially gone insane!
"Nine! He can't be doing everything nine times just for me!"
"Dude always does everything nine times. I reckon it started when he figured out you might like him." Harold commented.
"No way. Trent never did anything nine times in season one." I looked at Trent briefly and saw him wave to Gwen—nine times. Gwen waved back nervously.
"Could say, uh, you've sent him to Cloud Nine." Duncan snickered, which solicited a punch to his shoulder, courtesy of Gwen.
"I don't think so…wait a minute. Didn't this all start after you and Trent got in that fight three days ago?" I looked at both Gwen and Duncan.
"Oh my God! You're right! When Trent woke up and got breakfast yesterday, he got nine pieces of eggs! Same thing happened today, I just noticed that!" Gwen put her hands to the side of her head.
"Do you think he suffered brain damage? Duncan, you didn't hurt his head, did you?"
"When I pulled him down to the ground, maybe he hit his head on the ground hard. I don't know." He responded.
"This is bad. You didn't give him a concussion, otherwise Chef would know. Maybe it's just temporary. But I think we can heal him."
"How Cali girl? By using plants or something?"
"No…do you remember why Trent is even like this in the first place?"
"Um…because Duncan hurt Trent's head?" Gwen asked.
"No, it's because he's jealous. I thought you would've seen the signs by now. Don't you remember what Trent said three days ago? He said that he was upset that Duncan sat next to you. Duncan, you yourself admitted that you sat next to Gwen to make Trent angry because he was glaring at you, and probably for good reason."
"So you're saying we shouldn't hang out anymore?" Duncan glared at me.
"No, not at all. Keep hanging out for all I care, but Gwen, you need to give Trent moral support that you're not "cheating", at least in Trent's mind, on him. Look at him. He's becoming crazier than Izzy right now, and Izzy's level of crazy is pretty crazy." I reminded myself of the good times I had with Izzy, but I shook my head to clear my flashbacks.
"So you're saying that due to some brain damage from a fight and his own personal feelings, my boyfriend is going out of his mind?" Gwen asked me for clarification.
"Exactly. And we're going to get him out of it." We walked over to our sand castle, which now had seagulls all over it! Leshawna, Heather, Harold, and DJ were trying to get them off, and they succeeded—at a terrible price. Our sand castle was destroyed! Oh well, the dance-off contest is in the bag. We have Leshawna and Harold.
"We have a winner! Beth and the Killer Grips' clever prop, Casa dos Papier-mâché!" Chris announced. Oh well, I didn't even help on our castle that much anyways. "Which means we need a new tiebreaker! And I was hoping for the evening off! Instead, gather ye some wood campers, for a fire of the bon variety." A bonfire. I know what I can do to get out of it. I left to not find wood, but the cabins, that way, I can change back into my regular clothes. I can always put on my bikini and my wrap later.
Gwen's POV
Is Julie right? Did Trent really suffer brain damage? Or is he just going nuts? I love him so much, and I don't want him to go insane just because I consider Duncan a good friend! While I was gathering some sticks on the ground, I saw Trent and Owen walk to me.
"Gwen! Hey, I-I feel like it's been ages since we had any, uh, quality time together." At least that was somewhat true. He probably doesn't remember how I stayed by his side for two nights and a day. But Owen was making kissing noises.
"Uh…" I stammered. Trent noticed Owen.
"Check." Owen sped off.
"I kinda wanted to talk to you about…" Then I noticed Owen hiding behind a tree. "Owen! I can see you!"
"Do you mind speaking up? I don't want to miss all the juicy bits." Ugh! I threw my sticks at him to shut him up! I like Owen, but he gets SO annoying sometimes! Then I noticed how many sticks Trent was holding.
"Are you carrying…nine sticks?"
"'Course, it's my lucky number." Trent explained as though it was nothing. Oh my God, this is way too freaky for my tastes! I can't confront him, I just can't!
"Listen Trent, I'd love to stay and chat, but I REALLY GOT TO GO FOCUS ON THE GAME RIGHT NOW!" I ran off, dropping a stick, but I don't care. I can't stand being around Trent, not like this!
Owen's POV
Gwen can be so pushy sometimes, but whatever. I heard everything she said.
"What am I doing wrong?!" Trent yelled. Time to give him some of my advice!
"Getting in her way! Like I said before, the girl likes winning!" Trent's eyes lit up. Ah, my message got through to him!
"You know Owen, sometimes you're really smart." I farted in response.
"Me like beans." Mmmmm…beans.
"Okay Owen, I have a plan! Let's go back to Chris!" Trent started running with his nine sticks, and I followed him, carrying only three.
My POV
Chris clapped his hands, and Tiki torches lit up in response. Ah, the clapper. Not sure how it works with torches, but okay!
"Why did you bother sending us out to get firewood?!" Heather asked indignantly.
"I needed some alone time. Ya think these hands manicure themselves?" Chris showed off his hand to Heather, who recoiled back in response. "Which brings us to the tiebreaking challenge, a Whatoosie-Twist-Mashed Potato-Dorky-Old School dance contest!" Chris even did the ridiculous moves to match.
Confession Cam
Julie laughed for a good minute or two. "Did you see those dance moves?! Those were dorky! And so is he!" Julie started laughing again, and Tawny joined in too.
"Teams, choose your best boogier for battle!"
"Oh, you've got to pick me! My nickname back home: Le-shakin' it!" Leshawna even did a weird dance move to match her equally weird nickname.
"All right." I voiced my opinion. The rest of the team agreed with me.
"Have the teams chosen their boogier?" Chris asked. Leshawna and Trent both went up to each other while Chris started to play a surfing theme from a boom box.
Trent's POV
"Prepare for a world of pain son!" Leshawna jibed. Oh, what she doesn't know is that I'm going to throw this competition for Gwen, but I might as well make it look good for the cameras.
"Bring it." We backed off from each other, and I started dancing, but stopped when I saw Leshawna's moves. They were ridiculous—ridiculously bad!
Confession Cam
"Yeah, I bet I know Leshawna's real nickname back home: LE-BOMBA!" DJ drew out. Blaire and Tawny gagged when he said Leshawna's other nickname.
"Primaballeri-NO!" Heather exclaimed.
"Two words: Fun-ky! What? I loved it!" Harold exclaimed.
"Wow, those were...interesting." Gwen said.
"Those were bad! SO BAD!" Duncan started laughing. He still didn't like Leshawna all that much.
"Gag me with a spoon that was bad!" Julie said in a Valley Girl accent. "But really, those were not the best dance moves I've seen, but whatever." Julie shrugged.
But oh well, I'll put up a good fight. I started dancing, and I heard Beth and Lindsay cheering for me. Yes, it's working! I looked over to Gwen, but her eyes widened—and she looked away. Julie looked at me, worry in her eyes. Does she think I'm going crazy? Does Gwen think so too? I looked over to Owen for a cue. He just shrugged.
Confession Cam
"The thing is if Gwen wants to win, why is it unethical for me to help her? I'm Trent first and a Killer Grip second." Trent declared. Blaire face palmed herself. Trent noticed this. "Oh, can we erase that? Confession might be good for the soul; it's not so good for the teamwork." Trent left. Tawny grinned.
"We're so showing this on TV."
"But not to the other contestants--except for Courtney." Blaire chided.
"Fine." Tawny grumbled.
Then I had it. I can do the moonwalk just fine on sand. That's sure to make me lose! I started to do the moonwalk, and I saw a branch in my path. Perfect. Just a little more…I winked to the camera, and then I tripped.
"Dude, get up!" Justin yelled.
"I think I have turned my ankle!" I yelled. I hope no one caught that it was fake.
"DO SOMETHING!" I couldn't tell if Owen was playing along or was actually worried for me. I started wiggling about on my back, and then Chris was above me.
"THAT'S NOT DANCING!"
"It's modern! It's interpretive!" I explained to Chris. Hopefully, he bought my lie.
Gwen's POV
"I interpret it as sucking." Duncan insulted. That's it!
"Shut up Duncan! I ignored Trent and now he's lost his will to go on!"
"You're giving yourself way too much credit. If Trent has that many screws loose, you didn't unscrew anymore of 'em."
Confession Cam
Gwen was standing in front of the camera. "I like Trent. A lot. But I don't want to be responsible for this much mental distress!"
"Then stop hanging out with Duncan!" Tawny yelled.
"Ignore her. It's her time of the month. But then again, she's right. You need to confront Trent about this yourself." Blaire added.
"But I already did." Gwen walked out of the trailer.
"Do you know what she was talking about?" Tawny asked Blaire.
"Not a clue."
"What do you mean you ignored him?" Julie asked me.
"I wasn't able to confront him. I got so freaked out when I saw that he was carrying nine sticks that I ran!" I responded. I can't lie to her.
"No wonder the guy's lost the will to go on! You turned away from him when he looked at you. Don't lie; I saw it." Julie sighed. "Gwen, if you want him to get better, you have to help him along. At the stage of insanity he's at, there's no way he can put himself back together, not without a little help!" The music was suddenly gone.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but Leshawna and the Screaming Gaffers are the winners! And your reward: the greatest beach party ever pitched!" Chris announced. However, I needed an explanation from Trent, so I had him come with me into the woods so we could talk privately.
"I know you really wanted to win." Trent started.
"I guess. You know, you're a really good dancer!" I wasn't lying to him; he really was. Except for when he did the moonwalk. But Trent did the moonwalk for me anyway. "Your ankle seems better." Wow, he threw the competition just so I could win. That's so sweet of him!
"I'm weird like that." Trent smiled.
"You sure are." We were about to lean in for a kiss, and then…
"You guys gonna make out now?" Owen asked. OWEN! I gathered a few sticks along with Trent and threw them at Owen. He was effectively knocked out.
"Now, where were we?" Trent leaned in for a kiss, and it felt so good to kiss him again, and after so long too.
"Trent—"
"I'm sorry. I know you and Duncan are just friends and that he likes Courtney, but I can't help getting jealous all of the time. I guess that fight proved it huh?"
"Don't worry about it. At least you're better."
"I guess I got a little brain damage from that fight. From now on, I won't act all weird around you."
"Aw, and here I was getting used to it." I teased. "Too bad you have to miss out on that party."
"I guess. But what counts is that you're happy." I smiled, and we both walked back to the beach.
My POV
I wasn't really in a party mood. Gwen didn't follow me on my word, and that just sucks. No one ever follows my advice anymore.
"If the losing team could just follow me to the bus!" Chef came up to Chris and whispered something. Chef was covered in oil splotches though. "Which is broken, which means the losers have to stay and watch their rivals gorge on victory—and poi." The other team was sent away. And I felt so guilty for the other team.
"They have to stay? Then why don't they join us? A party's not fun with seven people." I asked.
"I SAID NO! YOUR TEAM IS SUPPOSED TO GET THIS REWARD! YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO GO SHARING IT!" Chris yelled at me. Oh, two can play at that game.
"IT'S OUR REWARD! WE CAN DO WHAT WE WANT WITH IT!"
"Fine, I'll take a vote. Gaffers!" The music was stopped. "How many of you want the Killer Grips to join you in your party?!" I raised my hand, and so did Gwen, Leshawna, Harold, and DJ. Only Heather and Duncan didn't raise their hands.
"Then that settles that. The Grips get to join us! Let's party!" I yelled.
"Fine! I'll just go get the Grips then." Chris walked away.
Justin's POV
"Thanks for winning us the sand castle building contest, especially since I blew the surfing challenge. You really saved my bacon, or should I say, Facon?" I sucked up to Beth. I never did anything out of the goodness of my heart. "Except, I kinda noticed you gave everyone on the team friendship bracelets, everyone but me. Aren't we friends Beth?" I asked her pleadingly. Well, I faked it, but I'm a great actor.
"'Course! Here, it's kinda wet. My palm's a little sweaty." Beth handed me a red bracelet. I put it on my wrist, but I prevented myself from shuddering at the sweatiness of it.
"Red. Nice."
Confession Cam
"Let's just say that I'll do anything to win--anything. Ooo, Beth, I love it. I was thinking Beth, it could be really good for us if we were in an alliance." Justin revealed his sinister plot. Tawny and Blaire were both in their cabins getting ready to turn in for the night. Chris was at the surveillance room watching Justin confess.
"Wow. Dude is as crafty as he is good looking. Maybe we're related." Chris laughed. "He wishes!"
"Uh, no Chris, no I don't." Justin said. The two way microphone symbol was on, and Chris realized this and quickly turned off the screen and the two way microphone so he couldn't see or hear Justin.
"Poor delusional guy could never even swim in my gene pool. More importantly, tune in next time to watch more...me! And a few minutes of Justin, on TOTAL...DRAMA...ACTION!" Chris stood up, the camera only seeing his lower body. "Which one of you geniuses left the two way mike on?!" Before Tawny and Blaire had left the trailer for the night, the two girls "accidentally" left the two way mike on as a prank on Chris.
"Hey Grips! The Gaffers want you in their party!" Chris came to us.
"I don't think so."
"Are you pulling our leg?" Trent asked.
"No…the Gaffers actually took a vote, and they want you in their party. So go!" Hey, at least it's better than waiting out here in the cold.
"Okay man." I got up and walked with Chris. The rest of the team followed.
Chris's POV
I can't believe Julie outsmarted me again! And to make matters worse, we're stranded here until morning! Now I can't vote anyone off! This sucks! I left to the surveillance tent, where another one of my disposable interns were. What was his name again?
"Hey man, how is everything?" I asked him.
"It's all good. I'll keep a watch over the campers. You go to sleep. You'll need it tomorrow."
"Sweet dude. Catch you in the mornin'!" I left to my trailer to get some much deserved sleep.
Courtney's POV
It's so lonely without anyone here. All day, Chase and I were sitting at the control board playing card games. Even then, Chase eventually moved on to his DS game, and I was only able to watch the screens. Duncan without his shirt on, when he dodged all of those obstacles, even Julie getting Duncan's team the first point. Duncan…even my bed is cold without him here. Maybe I should have stowed away on that bus…
"It's now or never Court." Chase told me. "If you want to stay with Duncan, you have to get on the bus and go with them back to Camp Wawanakwa."
"But that's breaking the rules! I'm not supposed to leave the lot!"
"Courtney, listen to me. You only get one chance to live out your life. You can take that chance right now…or you can wait for who knows how long until Duncan comes back. Your choice." Tawny tried to give me a pep talk, but my mood was faltering fast. I finally made a decision as the bus pulled away.
"No. I'm not going to do it. I'll just watch the screens from the surveillance room." Tawny looked at me weirdly.
"We still have a connection to the cameras back in Camp Wawanakwa. We can see what they see if we want to." Chase explained.
"It's not as fun as being there, you know. I hope you realize that." Tawny told me.
"Yes, but I'll be fine."I managed a smile. Tawny sighed and walked away.
After I saw what happened, I now really wish I could be there right now. Not only that, he's stranded on that island! I can't believe he broke the bus, and with Gwen's help too! I heaved a deep sigh once again before going to sleep.
My POV
That party felt like it was never going to end. With the Grips here, we had ten times more fun than we would've had without them. All in all, I had a great time, and so did everyone else. But at around 12:30 AM, we decided to turn in for the night. We were all able to find the cabins and we designated a boys' cabin and a girls' cabin; the Bass cabin for the boys and the Gophers cabin for the girls. No one brought sleepwear (including me), so we just slept in what we were wearing. I drifted off into another sleep, but I had yet another sleepless night.
Me: This was a pleasure to type up! And I love how I was able to fit a bunch of references in there!
Julie: It's yummy.
Courtney: I love sweet treats!
Tawny: Me too! It tastes like brownies!
Blaire: Strange. It tastes like mooncakes to me.
Me: Yeah, these treats taste like your favorite desert. *take a bite* Mmmmm...Napoleon.
Julie: Yeah, mine tastes like cheesecake!
Courtney: Mine's sugar cookies.
Chase: Wow, it tastes like cinnamon buns. This is awesome.
Nikki: MINE'S TIRAMISU!!! *starts bouncing off the walls*
Me: NIKKI! Sorry, coffee hypes her up. Anyways, don't eat anymore of my chapter and review please!