DISCLAIMER:

Greeting, Now we will hear the 9th story. What will Justin tell us? And more importantly who will be his partner in this story? Find out right now.

Total Drama belongs to Fresh TV and his creators and distributors. I don't own anything from the properties used in this fic.


Justin's Story

Justin made a charming and smug smile before winking at the surfer dude. "But before starting, Geoff, can you make some more Piña Colada? I'm thirsty, and there are no other drinks on the table."

"But Justin, there are a lot of beers, a little less than half of Zeke's barrel of Moonshine, some Orujo, a bottle of wine, and a few screwdrivers," said Owen looking at the table and licking his lips.

The male model just rolled his eyes. "Sorry, I mean there aren't drinks that I can actually drink. I can't indulge myself in beer, a liquor that brought Alejandro, something made by Ezekiel, or ugh, Drunkan. No offense."

Ezekiel smiled at him, "None taken." While Duncan narrowed his eyes at him and flipped the bird.

"No problem, dude, I think there was still some of the rum that DJ brought. Let me prepare some more," said Geoff while walking into the kitchen.

"Thanks man, you're an angel," said Justin making finger guns at Geoff and blinking.

Trent rolled his eyes and sighed, "Are you ready to start your story Justin? Or there is something else that you need?"

"No, Trenty, I'm ready," said the model making a big sparkling smile.


This happened some weeks after our debut as the Drama Brothers, while doing some live concerts around Canada. It was some weeks before the USA tour that Harold mentioned before.

We were THE rising stars. In only two months, we were on the covers of the country's most influential music magazines. My manager was surprised because, as a musician, I was having more success than as a model.

For our fifth live concert, we went to Calgary and performed in front of more than 5000 fans. The legend of Justin and his Drama Brothers was growing.

After the concert, we had a meeting with the press. Boring questions and some silly remarks as usual, though my manager wasn't happy with the level of coverage I had on the interview. It seemed that the reporters preferred to talk with the others for some strange reason instead of me.


Annotation: Trent

"Justin, are you serious? They were more interested in us because we were a band, and you were the only one who didn't compose or play any instrument," said Trent, sighing.

Justin chuckled, "Your memory is starting to fail Trenty, I used to play the tambourine, remember?"

"You didn't even play the tambourine. You only shake it to the rhythm of the music while smiling," replied Trent narrowing his eyes at the model.

"Details, details, my dear Trenty. Anyway, it was unfair that you, Cod, and H-bomb received all the attention while I, the main star and the most handsome was ignored," said Justin before taking a Piña Colada Geoff give him.

Cody made an impish smile, "Shouldn't you mention that your manager is your mom?"

There were some whispering and some chuckles among the guests.

"Really? Your mom is your manager? That is a small family business," said Alejandro in a mocking tone.

Justin rolled his eyes. "Yes, I was about to mention it Cod. And for your information, AL, my mom worked as a manager for an elite model management agency in Florida for many years before moving to Honolulu. Now can I continue with the story?"


So my manager, who's also my mom, was angry because I wasn't receiving the attention I deserved. But I personally didn't care too much about it. I mean, even I knew that these groups needed every member to work. And sometimes even I become tired of all that attention.

After those interviews, we had big gatherings with our fans. Usually fans from the city, and some usuals who could come to the concert and cheer for us. This time we had LeShawna and Beth among them.

Yes, with Beth I mean that small girl who was with me in both the Screaming Gophers and the Killer Grips. She was our Fan number #5 or something, and she went to all our concerts so far except the one in Vancouver.

At first, I was upset with her. After all she threw me under the bus during Total Drama's second season, so I gave her the cold shoulder. But she apologized, saying it was a game, and c'mon, having someone as awesome as me angry with her could destroy Beth's self-esteem, so I forgave her.

So during Calgary's party we were on good terms. We enjoyed the place and talked about me while the others were wasting their time as usual. Then a beautiful tanned blond came to talk with us. She was probably one or two years older than us, with a nice figure and great hair.

"Hello," she said, making a flirty smile, "you're Justin from the Drama Brothers, right? You're even more handsome in person."

But before I could open my mouth, Beth was already answering her.

"Yes, he is. How weird that he's in the aftermath party of their own concert, right?" said Beth narrowing her eyes at the voluptuous stranger.

I smiled at her, looking into her blue eyes. "It's as she said, I'm Justin. And sorry I'm not signing autographs." After all, I played the tambourine all day, and my wrist was tired.


Annotation: Noah

The Indian guy just face-slapped, "And they call ME lazy."


"It's a pleasure to meet you, Justin! My name's Alani, and I'm one of your biggest fans. It's a shame I can't get your autograph, but I wanted to ask for a favor," said Alani, making a big smile, but there was something off with her.

I tilted my head and looked at Beth, who just shrugged.

"Sorry, miss, but I'm not interested in buying anything," I replied, winking at her.

Alani chuckled. "Oh, I'm not selling anything. I'm interested in having a photo session with you for our magazine 'Stars of Alberta.'"

"Right now, we're in the middle of our concert party, and I think it's better to wait for another time," I replied. After all, our fans are our number one priority.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but the offer isn't for all the Drama Brothers. It's a photo session only for Justin, the most handsome in the band," the tanned woman said, licking her lips.

There was something fishy about all this situation. So I was thinking of a way to refuse her offer. But I forgot about someone who was also in the conversation.

"That would be awesome! Right, Justin? It's a good chance to pander your fans," said Beth, looking at me with puppy eyes, "and I would be happy to see you in a professional photo session."

I didn't like the idea, but it was also a chance to have a little more coverage as my manager wanted, so I agreed against my gut feeling.

"Ok Alani, let me take my jacket and let's go," I said, walking toward the coat stand. Beth walked behind me.

The tanned woman cleared her throat and glared at Beth. "Ehem, Excuse me, miss. Where are you going?"

"I was going with Justin, of course, but I didn't bring a jacket, so don't worry about me," replied Beth with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, but we can only bring Justin. You can't come with us," said Alani looking down on Beth.

"Oh no, please take me with you! I promise to be as silent as a mouse. You'll barely notice I'm there," replied Beth in a pleading tone.

But Alani shook her head again, "Sorry but it's not my decision. Please, Justin, come over here."

I just shrugged at Beth. The brunette girl glared at Alani, it was a shame, but there was nothing I could do for her.


Annotation: Harold

"Wait a moment. Are you sure that the sequence of events was as you describe them?" asked Harold raising an eyebrow.

Justin shrugged and showed a beautiful smile. "Harold, as usual I don't understand what you're trying to tell me. So use English, please."

The guy with glasses sighed, "Gosh! If I remember correctly, Beth said that you were the one that wanted to go to the photo session, and she was the one that tried to dissuade you. And that woman was all over you, not as professional as you described her."

"Mmm, really? You may be right," said Justin putting a hand under his chin, "but, man, were you there? Or were you with LeShawna?"

"I was so infatuated in my conversation with my LeGoddes that I didn't notice when you disappeared," said Harold making a goofy smile.

Justin replied making a sparkling smile. "Then, if you weren't there, please don't interrupt me. I'm sure I know the story better than you."

"Idiot!" replied Harold glaring at the model.


As I was saying before being interrupted, I followed Alani outside the hotel. There we have a taxi waiting for us.

"A taxi?" I asked, perplexed.

Alani looked at me and smiled, "yes, don't worry, my company already paid for it."

But for me, there was something suspicious. What kind of modeling company doesn't send a limousine. So before entering the car, I turned on the GPS on my mobile. I'm more than a pretty face, you know?


Annotation: Noah

"Really? Did you think about the GPS just like that? This story is becoming more suspicious than a congressman with a suitcase," said Noah in a snarky tone.


We were in the taxi when the driver and Alani were startled by a sudden noise behind the vehicle.

"What was that?" asked the driver.

I opened the door and looked behind the taxi. "There is a guy with a bike, and probably he hit the trunk."

Although instead of going behind the bike's guy, the driver just nodded and speeded up. At that moment, I decided to relax and didn't think too much about that, not suspecting what would happen next. I mean, I didn't suspect something was weird at the time because with someone like me waiting, there was no way he would pursue a bike guy for a small hit.

What was really suspicious was that the taxi didn't go to the city center, where all the great photo studios are. It took us to the piers, to some random warehouses near Bow river.

"Hey man, are you sure this is the way? This place doesn't look like a studio?" I asked, already on my guard.

But instead of answering the question, the driver stopped the cab, and three men in cheap long black coats surrounded it.

"Hey! What's the meaning of this?" I asked in a loud tone.

Alani looked at me with an evil smile, "don't worry Justin, just come with us peacefully, and we won't harm you or your beautiful face."

Yes, as you can guess, I was kidnapped.


Annotation: Noah

"STOP! Stop right there," said Noah in a harsh tone, "I can accept you being fatigued for playing the tambourine. And also that you have enough brain cells to turn on the GPS. But you were kidnapped? That's too much."

Justin glared at him while tapping his own head. "The comment about my brain cells was too much. I have a lot of them here. It's only that I use them only when it matters."

"And also the story about the kidnapping it's true," said Cody, smiling at Justin's 'joke.'

"Are you kidding me?" said Noah raising an eyebrow.

Harold raised a finger in a teacher-like way, "It's not a joke. Justin was indeed kidnapped during our tour in Calgary. Our record label worked a lot to cover it because they didn't want that kind of drama associated with our newly formed band."

"That doesn't make any sense," said Alejandro rubbing his chin, "That kind of scandal is what all bands want. It makes headlines and lets the newspapers talk about your band for free. Why would your bosses want to cover all that free advertising?"

"That's part of the story," said Justin taking a drink of his Piña Colada. "As I was saying…"


As I was saying, those ugly guys took me to one of the warehouses. One of them tried to put his hand over me, but he ended intimidated by my fierce glare.

They led me to an old room in the back of the warehouse. There I face Alani once more.

"I'm surprised by your act. I really believed you were from a magazine," I said smirking. "And what's your plan? Ask for some ransom?"

She just smiled like Noah. You know, the kind of disgusting smile of a person who thinks they know it all.


Annotation: Noah

"Someone was burned by my comment about brain cells. Please call the firefighters," replied Noah rolling his eyes.


"You don't need to know that," Alani replied before leaving the room, followed by her thugs. I walked casually to the door, and of course, it was locked.

It was a big room, with small windows near the ceiling, at 3 or 3.5 meters (10 or 11 feet.) I could use some boxes to climb up there, but I was probably too big to fit through them. There was also some dusty furniture around the place, maybe it was an abandoned office? Not that it mattered.

I sat in a comfy chair. It was the moment to put my beautiful brain to work. I knew the band would pay anything to recover me unscathed, after all I'm the star. But I didn't want to let some bad-looking thugs with a horrible fashion sense outsmart me.

I was just thinking about what to do when I heard something. Someone kicked off the air vent's grille, making a loud noise. In a moment, the door unlocked, and a thug came into the room.

"WHAT WAS THAT NOISE?" shouted the ugly man guarding the door, spitting while shouting. Can anyone be more disgusting?

"I kick a chair, sorry," I said, showing my best smile.

The ugly man glared at me, but he couldn't doubt me after that kind of smile. "All right, pretty boy, do something like that again, and I'll tie you to a chair. I don't care what the boss said."

I nodded, but I wouldn't let some brute tie me. Once he left, the grille kicker came out of the air vent.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think they would hear that," said the person making a sheepish smile and rubbing her head.

"Beth? What are you doing here?" I asked. It was the first time I was glad to see her face.

"I came to rescue you silly," said Beth, smacking her chest proudly.

I looked at her with wide eyes, "But how did you find me?"

She hesitated a little, holding her hands behind her back. "I wanted to go with you to the photo session, so I hid in the taxi's trunk."

"I figured as much," it wasn't a surprise. I mean, I covered her, making up the lie about the bike hitting the taxi.

"So I was shocked when I came out, and we were in the docks instead of being in the city center. I tried to find you, and to my surprise, I found that Alani. The girl was talking with some guys about calling their boss after kidnapping you," said Beth, frowning angrily, "So, of course, I couldn't let them take you away. I enter the warehouse through the air vent until I find you."

I blinked a couple of times, "Wow, I'm not sure if you're a hardcore fan, a great friend, or as crazy as a box of dogs," I said, flexing and smiling at her. And I lied, I was sure she was crazy, but also I was grateful to her.

"I think the idiom is as crazy as a box of frogs," said Beth, putting a hand under her chin.

"I know, but frogs are ugly, and I like dogs," I replied. Who in their sane mind would use an idiom about frogs?

Beth thought about it for a moment and realized how clever I was. Then she continued, "Anyway, I came to rescue you, let's go."

We then ran toward the air vent. It wasn't as high as the windows on the wall. After carrying some boxes, we could reach it, then I stood on them trying to escape, but there was a problem.

"Beth, I don't fit in the air vent," I said in a resigned tone.

"What? Are you sure?" said Beth. Why do people who are in dangerous situations have to ask obvious questions?

I tried to climb, my shoulder hitting against the air vent edges. "Completely sure. My sexy and broad shoulders are too much for this lousy and cheap air vent."

"Maybe I can go and ask for help," suggested Beth, but I couldn't let her go alone. But she gave me an idea.

"Ask for help! Beth, you're a genius!" I said in a happy tone. It was true I still had my phone, and we could ask for help.

But those ugly guys weren't so stupid. My Smartphone didn't get any signal.

"There is no use, I can't call anyone," I said after trying to call the guys 3 times, "maybe I should choose a better and not so pretty smartphone. But again, look at this boy." I said while showing her my phone. Yes, my phone company may not be the cheapest nor has the best coverage. But their models are so pleasant to the eye.

"Maybe if we got near the window?" said Beth. She has a lot of ideas.

I helped her to sit on my shoulder and called for help again. But it was in vain. We sent a message to Cody, but we weren't sure if he would receive it.


Annotation: Geoff

"Dude, I have a question, why Cody? Couldn't you send the message to all of them?" asked Geoff after drinking a sip from his beer.

Justin smiled, "That's easy. Cody had the best phone of the three. Also, Harold is very nervous, especially in emergencies and I didn't have Trent's number on my mobile."

"You didn't have his number, but you were bandmates?" asked Owen, looking at both with wide eyes.

"We just have some differences, so we weren't on the best terms at the time," explained Trent, making a small smile.

Justin nodded, "And back then Trenty acted like a jerk with me because he was jealous of my looks. So we didn't share numbers until the American tour.

"I was the one acting like a jerk?" Said Trent in a pained tone. "I was just trying to make you a true musician. I can't believe now I was a jerk for that." he sighed. "Just forget it, continue with your fake story before I say something you'll regret."

"See, you're acting like a jerk again," said Justin, shrugging. "and also I still consider you my friend back then, just a jerkish one. But let me continue."


We were back to square one. We needed to think of a new escape plan.

Then I saw the air vent's grille on the floor and had an idea. I held it and lifted it a little. It was heavy but not that much, just what I needed.

"Beth, hide behind the door and don't let it close," I told her.

"But the door is closed," said Beth in a confused tone. She didn't understand my nice-looking plan.

I made one of my best smiles for her, "just wait there, trust me."

Beth ran, and I lifted the grille, putting it near the door and waiting for Beth to be in her position.

Then I just let the grille fall to the ground, making a loud noise. I grabbed it again as the door opened and the guard entered the room, just like the last time.

"WHAT DID I-"

As he was shouting, I raised the grille and hit him in the side of the head with the heavy metal grille as hard as I could, knocking him out immediately.

Beth held the door open, looking at me with wide eyes. "Justin, NO! Did you kill him?"

"Of course not," I said, winking, "people are sturdier than you think. If not, Harold would be dead after falling over his head in that skateboard stunt."


Annotation: Harold

"GOSH! It wasn't like that! Also, I would be grateful if you cease telling about my accidents to third parties," exclaimed Harold, folding his arms and glaring at the male model.

Cody chuckled and patted the ginger shoulder, "C'mon Harold, you should admit that was a funny accident."

"What happened? Did you fall from your skateboard and hit your head?" asked Owen before taking a sip of his beer.

Justin was about to reply, but Harold interrupted him. "I'll tell them, I don´t want more rumors or misunderstandings. Ehem! I was performing an awesome 1080 when a sudden gale pushed me away from the ramp. I lost my balance and fell to the ground, hitting it with my helmet."

"You mean with your head," said Noah, making a small malicious smile.

Harold rolled his eyes, "yes, my head was inside of my helmet, so I technically fell headfirst but the whole situation resulted as planned."

"Planned? You ended unconscious! We called an ambulance and canceled that week's concerts. How was that planned?" asked Trent, looking at the beatboxer wide-eyed.

"You wouldn't understand, falling on my head was the best option. In the end, it was just a concussion, and I was fine after 2 days. The other options were more painful and would require more time to heal. It's a matter of seeing the full picture and making a split-second decision," said Harold making some karate chops.

"Wow, that's awesome eh! I thought that falling on your head was the worst decision. You learn something new every day," said Ezekiel awed by the fake fact.

Justin ended his Piña Colada and smiled, "anyway, as I was saying…"


Beth wasn't completely sure about my story, but after checking the guy, she confirmed he was breathing. So we went out of the room and locked the door.

The warehouse was big and full of boxes, but we were lucky there were few guards. Sadly Beth took the lead, and instead of taking us to the entrance, we went in the opposite direction.


Annotation: Cody

"Really? I always thought Beth had a great direction sense," said Cody with a thoughtful expression.


Ok, maybe I somehow got a little lost as well, but anyway, we went further into the warehouse and found an executive office.

"Great, it's a dead-end," I exclaimed, scratching my head.

"We need to go-" but before Beth could end her sentence, we heard steps on the aisle. SOMEONE WAS COMING.

So we entered the office and hid in a closet on the side of the room. It was small but we somehow fit in.

The person then entered the room, it was that treacherous Alani, she was talking with someone on the phone.

"Yes, Miss Juliana, he's unharmed, and we already sent the message to the agency. It's just a matter of time before the press finds about it," said Alani sitting on the desk and giving her back at the closet.

I felt my blood boiling. Now all made sense. Alani was hired to kidnap me, and now we needed to go back before it turned into a scandal.

There was no time to lose, so I jumped out of the closet with Beth and hit Alani's head with the closet's door, knocking her out.


Annotation: Owen

"WOW! Justin you're awesome! You exit the closet and knock her out just like that. How did you know she was standing up next to the closet?"

Trent rolled his eyes, "Because he didn't know, he just burst out, and luckily she was in front of the door."

Justin was silent for a moment and then shrugged, "how did I know isn't important, as I was saying…"


She was unconscious, so I took her phone. Then I dialed the number of our manager, told him I was ok and the address of the warehouse.

In less than 20 minutes, the police were there and got the guys, including Alani. However they couldn't find anything about her mysterious boss, and even their number was erased from Alani's phone.

"That was scary! I'm glad you're fine, Justin," said Beth, showing a beautiful smile. I mean as beautiful as she can make it.

I winked at her, "and I owe you a big one, Beth. You risked your life to save me. I and all my fans are in your debt."

"Save your life? Oh, Justin, I didn´t do anything so big. But I'm happy I could help you." she said, blushing.

"What do you think of joining us on our tour? Our next stop is Winnipeg. I'm sure there is enough space on the bus," yes, I should ask the guys first, but I owe her my life, so I was sure they would understand.

"Are you sure?" asked Beth, who couldn´t hide her excitement, "Of course I accept."

"What are you saying? I would never lie. That's for ugly people," I said confidently and put my arm across her shoulder. "Now let me invite you to dinner tonight. You deserve an awesome Hawaiian feast."

Justin's story the end


"And that's how I had my first dinner with Beth," said Justin combing his hair and smiling handsomely.

"And your date had a happy ending?" asked Owen, his eyes full of tears by the 'beautiful' story.

Justin put on a thoughtful expression and shrugged, "I'll let you imagine the rest."

"OOOH! Awesome, Justin, you're the best and a gentleman, wohoo!" said Owen, before drinking all his glass of beer in one go.

"There is just one thing I don´t understand," Alejandro rubbed his chin. "why did you delete the 'boss' number from that chick's phone?"

All the present looked at Justin with a shocked expression. What the Spaniard said was a serious accusation.

"Because I didn´t want the police to go after the mastermind, duh! Alejandro, that was obvious. It seems you're not as smart as they say," said Justin with a big – and beautiful – grin.

The Spaniard narrowed his eyes, offended, but before he could reply, he was interrupted by Cody.

"Wait! You know the identity of the guy that paid those thugs to kidnap you?" said Cody in a distressed tone.

"I never told you?" Asked Justin tilting his head, "of course I knew. It was my mother."

All the guests gasped.

"But your mother's name is Linette," said Harold, "I know because I memorize the name of all our staff members to send them cards on Christmas."

"My mother only uses Juliana when she's trying to hide her identity. For example, when she orders pizza or needs to ask for a room in a cheap hotel," said Justin. He then stood to look for another drink.

Trent looked at him with wide eyes, "but that doesn´t make sense. Why would your mother kidnap you?"

"It was a marketing stunt. She wanted to put me in the center of the band as the member tragically kidnapped. She didn't believe I could get my place with my talent alone. So after the kidnapping, we talked, and I warned her that any more of her games and I would go to the police," said Justin looking at the drink's table. "There is no more Piña Colada?"

Cody, Harold, and Trent looked at each other shocked. There was no use in rebuking Justin. He was just like that.

"Well, that was an awesome story, but it's time for me to tell my XTREME story," said Tyler, flexing.

All the guests looked at each other.

Noah shrugged, "Fine by me, I have to take this call," he then stood up and walked away from the fireplace.

"Go ahead, my friend, tell us your story," said Alejandro, winking.

"YEAH! Be prepared because my story will win this game," said Tyler, smiling confidently.


Author Notes:

And this was Justin's story. In this one I tried to make a mystery/action story, but I think it could have gone better. It's not bad but there is no much action and probably this format doesn't help with the suspense.

Another thing I try to do was to make Justin a relatable asshole. Yes he's selfish and make many jerkish comments, but he didn't mean any harm, he's just like that.

Also a question for all the ones reading this fic. Would you think it would be interesting a sequel? I liked the concept a lot and was wondering if you would enjoy something similar. Maybe with the girls from G1? Or what about characters of a different season? For my next story I have something planned, but I want to know your opinion for the future.

Now answering the reviews.

amit. avrashmi: OMG you're totally right! How I miss the chance of them mocking him for singing XD. I will keep it in mind for the second edition :P. Also about Justin's story you're partially right, I rescued someone from the past, but it wasn't Sadie, but Beth.

Total simaniac: Yes, I like to try to make my Duncans a little jerkish, so I'm glad you find him unreliable. About Courtney I chose 'I will always love you' because it fitted the theme and is hard, and Courtney is an overachiever, so I think she would try to perfect a hard song like this.

And about Justin, I think his best ships is Justin x himself, so I don't think this one was too romantic ;).

Fernanda15fa: I'm really glad you enjoyed the story, to be honest they are also my OTP. The songs I tried to use songs from the 90's, because they were born in 1991, but maybe I should have tried something more 2000s.

And I hope Justin story surprised you ;).

As always, thanks for reading, and I hope you like it, no forget to review.