I'm going back to college on Monday now that the winter break is coming to an end. That could mean slower updates. However, I have pledged to update a story at least once a week. If we're lucky, two stories may be updated within one week.

WARNING: THIS IS BY FAR THE SICKEST CHAPTER! PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR ANOTHER NIGHT OF INSOMNIA!

Enjoy!

My Big Fat Creepy Roommate

Justin and Owen's Really Awkward Day Out

Justin spent five hours in the bathroom sitting on the bidet so he could wash his arse. Apparently, when Sierra threw Justin, the force she employed was so great his swimming trunks fell off before the male model landed on the lap of a seriously horny Owen. The result is the rest of Justin's evening being devoted to expelling Owen's… stuff from his body. The last thing the heterosexual male wanted was a sexually transmitted disease.

That night wasn't as bad as the night before. Owen had beans in the restaurant the previous evening which explained his sleepwalking and Justin's messy PJs. Owen had no beans during Justin's second day at Total Drama Towers, so Justin slept peacefully. The next morning, Justin requested that Owen abstain from eating beans. Obviously, Owen did not like it, but he loved Justin too much to lose him, so he agreed to eat beans only when Justin was at least two miles away from him.

Sadly, the third day was no better than the second day. Owen wanted to go to the cinema, while Justin wanted to go to the beach (and secretly, Justin wanted to go to the beach without Owen). While Justin was trying to maintain his tan at the beach, Owen get complaining about the sand being too hot and the sea being too cold. Owen could not sit still in the shade. At one point, when Owen eventually got used to heat of the sand, he decided to bury Justin in sand just for the craic. He was only messing, but Justin, in a fit of rage, grabbed Owen and tossed him into sea. Owen freaked out when he noticed the seaweed and jumped into Justin's arms. This prompted poor Justin to fall backwards and land in the shallow part of the water. That was where most of the seaweed was, so Owen and Justin were tangled in seaweed. Justin ordered Owen not to speak of the incident ever again. He also made a mental note not to take Owen to the beach ever again.

The cinema was no better than the beach. Owen bought tonnes and tonnes of popcorn, sweets and fizzy drinks. Hardly anybody in the audience could understand the dialogue of the movie being played as the dialogue was being masked by Owen crunching his snacks and slurping his drinks. Everyone kept glaring at Justin; mistakenly believing that Justin bought all of that food and drink for the big loveable oaf. Worse came to worse when Owen unleashed a torrent of loud, smelly, nauseating farts that led to two thirds of the people in the room passing out. Fifteen people also died as a result of Owen's powerful flatulence. The cinema was quarantined and Owen and Justin were informed by authorities that they were permanently barred from entering the cinema (if it is ever restored). In addition, Owen and Justin were sentenced to ten strikes of the cane – Canada brought back judicial corporal punishment as an alternative to introducing conscription and re-introducing the death penalty – and two hundred hours of community service.

It was their first day working at the local nursing home as part of their community service. It was horrible: the elders there never ceased to tell Justin and Owen disturbing stories of their personal lives. For example, an old woman told Justin of how she used to drug her ex-husband and son-in-law and place their unconscious bodies on top of one another every time her daughter and son-in-law visited. This lead to the son-in-law divorcing her daughter and eloping with the old woman's ex-husband because they discovered they were both bisexual. The men also took the grandchildren with them. However, the old woman and her daughter didn't mind because the men were boring the grandchildren were spoilt brats. An old man told Owen of how he used to be in the Canadian Army and got discharged because he thought Canada was at war with America and shot a bunch of US Army soldiers.

"Well that was fun wasn't it?" Owen nervously chuckled, when they returned home.

"Whatever," sneered Justin, glaring at Owen. It was bad enough Justin was forced to work for eight hours a day, five days a week for five weeks because of Owen. It was adding insult to injury that Owen has not yet said sorry.

"So when do we get caned?" Owen asked.

"Owen, I'd rather just steal a ship and sail all the way to Mexico!" Justin groaned. "I can't have my beautiful body get destroyed! But I'm not going to have the time to steal a boat! We're getting caned this Saturday, and it's all your fault!"

"What did I do wrong?" Owen asked. Justin was livid. He could not believe it. The incident at the cinema was broadcasted worldwide – leading to the cancellation of all of Justin's modelling contracts – yet Owen still had no clue what he did wrong.

"I'm going for a walk around the block!" Justin snarled. "Don't follow me!" He left the apartment and passed by Kim.

"Hey, Justin!" Kim called out. Justin turned around to face the intern and snapped:

"WHAT?!"

"If you see Millicent, run," Kim warned the model. "By the way, I pissed in my pants again because I've never been allowed to go to the f***in' toilet! So if Millicent tries to kill you, put in a bad word for me too so he'd put me out of my misery! I HATE MY LIFE!" he whined.

"Sheesh, calm down!" groaned Justin. "In your case, pissing in your pants shouldn't be a problem."

"Yeah, will in Millicent's case," Kim scowled, "getting blamed for shitting in your pyjamas is a HUGE problem!"

"Oh, he'll get over it," Justin replied, shrugging Kim's warnings off.

"Well, don't say I didn't warn ya," said Kim, shrugging and closing the window into the stall. Justin rolled his eyes and decided to head back to the apartment. On his way back, he was shoved to the ground. He looked up and registered who the assailant was.

Millicent.

Dun! Dun! Dun! Well that sure was a bad week for Justin! Poor fella! Owen created a lot of problems, but they are Justin's problems! I still don't feel sorry for him one bit. I hate him with a passion. Millicent's rant and attacks will be covered in the next chapter, which probably won't be up for a week or two. Apologies for the limited dialogue in this chapter. I just wanted to make things more awkward for Justin.

Until next time!