You guys are awesome! The reviews and hits made my day! By the way, an incident in the previous chapter comes back to haunt Justin. What will he do to get around the problem again?
DISCLAIMER: Yeah, I feel I might as well put it in there despite not doing it in the first chapter. If I was – against all odds because of I only turned eighteen two months ago – the owner of Total Drama, it wouldn't be a kid's show. Trust me in this one.
My Big Fat Creepy Roommate
Washed Down the Drain
Justin's second day at Total Drama Towers has not been going well for the poor model. After they went rollerblading, Owen wanted to go to McDonald's for lunch. Obviously, Justin hated fast food outlets with a passion. Fast food was not good for his body. Sadly, Owen still had not picked this up, so Justin was forced to take Owen to McDonald's. Owen ordered ten burgers, ten packets of chips and ten five-piece-boxes of Chicken McNuggets. Owen ate all but one burger, half a packet of chips and seven pieces of Chicken McNuggets, which Justin had no choice but to eat. Justin hated fizzy drinks but Owen did not pick that up, so all Justin had to drink was Diet Coke. Sure, Owen was thoughtful about Justin's passion for his exterior, but Diet Coke is slightly more likely to give Alzheimer's than Coca Cola and Justin obviously did not want that. The worst part of the outing was when Owen scoffed down tubs and tubs of ice-cream until he got a brain freeze. Justin told him to lick the roof of his mouth to stop the brain-freeze, but Owen misunderstood his advice and gave Justin a French kiss.
Everyone in the restaurant witnessed it. It wasn't long before paparazzi came up to Justin and Owen and asked for autographs. Sure, Justin loved the attention, but not that kind of attention. The paparazzi were fans of his alleged relationship with Owen. Naturally, Owen blushed and went on and on about how lucky he was to have Justin. Finally, Justin had had enough. He grabbed Owen by the shirt and dragged him out of the restaurant. Justin continued dragging Owen until they reached Total Drama Towers.
"Owen, are you nuts?!" demanded Justin once they were inside the building. "When you had that brain freeze, I told you to lick the roof of your own mouth!"
"Sorry," Owen laughed sheepishly, "I wasn't thinking straight, heheh."
"Obviously," Justin sneered, rolling his eyes. Fortunately, Owen didn't hear him say that.
"So what do you want to do now?" asked Owen.
"I just want to go for a swim in the pool," Justin deadpanned, as he opened the door to the apartment. Once they were both in, Justin locked himself in the bathroom to change into his swimming trunks and apply sun cream to his skin. He returned from the bathroom to see Owen sitting on the couch watching telly.
He was naked.
"Owen, what are you doing?!" Justin demanded.
"Watching TV, why?" asked Owen, shrugging. "Total Drama Action was the best season ever!" he happily added.
"You were unfairly voted out that season," Justin deadpanned. "Not to mention you did things that you weren't exactly proud of at the end of that season."
"True, but you participated in the first nineteen episodes bar the Aftermath ones!" beamed Owen. "And you were handsome in all of them!" he added, swooning. Justin resisted the urge to retch when he realised why Owen was naked.
"Yeah, whatever!" he groaned, rolling his eyes.
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"Justin!" the voice repeated. Justin sighed and answered the door. Trent stood at the doorway with a serious look on his face.
"DON'T ANSWER THE DOOR YET!" screamed Trent. "WAIT UNTIL I'VE KNOCKED ON THIS DOOR FIFTY-FOUR MORE TIMES AND SAID YOUR NAME SIX MORE TIMES!"
"What?!" demanded Justin.
"CLOSE THE DAMN DOOR AND DON'T OPEN IT UNTIL I HAVE KNCOKED ON IT FIFTY-FOUR MORE TIMES!" Trent bellowed. Justin sighed and closed the door. He waited for Trent to finish his strange knocking routine.
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Finally Trent was done knocking. Justin opened the door and was like:
"What do you want?"
"The janitor found faeces in the washing machine you put your clothes into," Trent informed the model. "Care to explain?"
"Why do you care so much?" Justin demanded.
"He gave me nine cents to confront you," Trent explained. "Anyway, why were your clothes covered in faeces?"
Justin began to panic. He did not feel like telling the numerical cultist what really happened last night. Not to mention, he has completely forgotten about his washing. Fortunately, he came up with a lie.
"Those aren't mine," he lied.
"Oh really," Trent sneered, rolling his eyes.
"Really," Justin fibbed. "Those clothes are Millicent's. This morning he handed me his basket and asked me to put them in the washing machine. I didn't know his clothes were full of shit. He didn't tell me."
"Those clothes look a lot like your pyjamas," Trent pointed out, eyeing Justin suspiciously. Justin shrugged and said:
"Well maybe it's just a coincidence that Millicent sometimes wears the same type of pyjamas as I do. In fact, I'm pretty sure Owen has a similar but extra-large version of my pyjamas in his closet. Right Owen?" the model asked, turning his head towards Owen.
"Of course!" the big lovable oaf smiled. "Who wouldn't wear the same pyjamas as Justin?!" Justin and Trent noticed that the size of Owen's nether regions has increased.
"Why is this guy naked?" asked Trent.
"Buddy, the only explanation I could come with is the simple reason that he's Owen," Justin shrugged. "You probably wouldn't want to know what's going on in his head anyway. Getting back to the less mentally scarring topic; don't confront Millicent over them. He's probably embarrassed over the incident already." Trent shrugged and said:
"Alright then; I'll go inform the janitor." Before he left, Trent gave Justin a glare and said: "By the way, if you answer before I'm through knocking the way the Ninth God intended, I will reduce your body to nine pieces, capiche?"
"Yeah, sure whatever," Justin apathetically replied, closing the door. He decided he no longer cared about his pyjamas. He could always get a new pair. Unfortunately, he realised that he's gotten Millicent in trouble. True, Justin was glad to get his revenge on the intern for tricking him into moving in with Owen. But Millicent is certainly going to get roared at for something he didn't do and surely he's going to find out who told the lie when that happens. He'll investigate until he catches the culprit. After all, there is no guarantee that an intern won't hold a grudge; especially if Chris has been making his life a living Hell.
Wow! Poor Justin! Millicent will certainly be pissed off. And Trent sure is creepy. So will Millicent find out the about the background of this horrible misconception? If he does, how will he react? And when will Owen stop being creepy?! I'm going to with never, maybe.
Until next time!