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I have returned! This is the eighth installment of my Total Drama 100 Theme challenge...after...how long has it been? Ah well who cares.
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8. House with a picket fence

"You've got to be kidding." Scott mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Dawn glanced over at him and rolled her grey-blue eyes. "There's no way in hell…"

Dawn groaned. "Stop being so childish and get out of the car." She pushed open the passenger side door and slid out of the beat up pick-up truck that Scott insisted on driving around. In the years that they'd been together they'd saved more than enough money for him to get a decent car; not a brand new BMW but something more appealing to the senses.

"I'm not being childish." Scott mumbled as he slammed the driver side door for the third time. Satisfied that it would stay closed he rounded the front of the car to stand by Dawn's side. "I'm just saying." Dawn peered up at him through thick lashes; her silver blond hair fell around her face, obscuring t from view.

"No, you're just whining." She corrected. "Besides this will be good for us," She rested her hand on her slightly swollen abdomen. "For all of us." Scott couldn't help the feeling of pride that settled in his chest at the reminder that Dawn was carrying his unborn child. She took hold of his hand and dragged him up the sidewalk. The house that stood before them was large, or it was larger than the dinky little one-bedroom apartment the two of them were in now.

When Dawn had read him the advertisement-Spacious four bedroom house, two bath, full kitchen, dining room and finished basement- Scott wasn't really expecting what stood before them. It was a two story house with a covered, oak porch. The house itself was an off-white color with pale blue shutters and a darker blue door. The woman standing on the porch was dressed in a sleek-yet casual- black dress, her dark hair falling over her shoulders and her chestnut brown eyes reading over what was written on her clipboard. She looked up at the two of them and Scott almost fell over.

The realtor waiting for them was none other than Heather Chang. Her eyebrows shot up into her hairline when she looked at the couple and her jaw dropped to the floor.

Heather had gone to school with Dawn and Scott for most of their lives. She thought she was royalty, a real queen bee.

She was royalty alright, Scott thought with a mental sneer, a royal bitch. She'd dated the star quarterback of the football team and that just seemed to make her think she was twice as good as anybody else in their class of one hundred and fifty.

Scott had hated her.

And here she was, standing on the front porch of the house they were looking at, hell bent on selling it to them.

"If it isn't good ol' Scott "Carrot Top" Wess and Moonbeam." Heather said with a false smile and one hell of a bitchy tone. Dawn smiled cheerfully at the Asian woman and Scott just snorted. "Who would have guessed that it was you two I'd be showing this house to?"

"Heather," Dawn said in greeting. "It's been a while."

"Almost ten years since graduation. What have you two been up to?" Dawn and Scott exchanged looks; Scott rolled his eyes-none to discreetly- and Dawn just kept a smile plastered on her childlike face.

"We've been surviving. How are you and Alejandro doing?" Heather snorted and rolled her eyes skyward.

"I kicked his womanizing ass to the curb about five years ago." She said as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. "I guess he just couldn't handle commitment."

More like he couldn't handle you. Scott grinned to himself. Heather produced a set of keys and jingled them in front of her.

"Shall we?" She asked while she unlocked the door. She pushed it open and the trio entered the house. They stepped into the entry room, a quaint little place for coats and shoes to be shed before entering the main part of the house. "The house was built in 1915 by a newlywed couple who were just dying to build their dream home. In 1965 it underwent some renovations and took on a very…pacifistic look. But it was the sixties." Heather chuckled. "It's most recent remodeling was done in 2008 but the previous owners kept up on the place, keeping it in damn near perfect condition." She led them through the house. There was a small entry where the staircase was that led to the second floor. The living room was good size, almost the size of the three of their current living rooms put together. "Most of the house is carpeted except the dining room, kitchen and the bathrooms." Heather prattled on as she took them through a doorway into the dining room.

The walls were painted a soft, canary yellow and the floors were the same wood that made up the porch. "There might be some dings in the wood but that's to be expected after several years of wear and tear." The kitchen was next. It was fully equipped with more counter and cabinet space than Scott knew what to do with. This room was white with a very cliché looking black and white tile floor. There was one large window over the sink-and most of the counter next to it- that looked over the spacious back yard. Heather took them through a second door way that led to the back mudroom. There was a hook up for a washer and dryer though Scott knew Dawn would much rather use the clothesline he saw in the back yard during the warmer months. Through a third doorway and they were back in the entry way, beside the stairs.

"Through that door is the basement. The previous owners didn't care for basements so that's why the washer and dryer hook up are up here. They're son did the complete renovations down stairs and turned it into a den, complete with a full bar and a spare bedroom." She rounded the corner to lead them up the stairs. At the top of the stairs was a huge open room with floor to ceiling windows that once again looked out over the yard. "This was used as a sort of computer room or hobby room." She looked around. "The wife was real big into crafts and scrapbooking." There were four doors-one right at the top of the stairs to the right, two at the front end of the house and one on the left wall. Heather pointed to the first door at the front of the house. "That's the first bathroom. Not much to see in there." She said, and then turned her attention to the other door. "This was the kids room." She said, walking over to push to door open.

The room was painted a soft, mossy green with beige carpeting. There were two windows in this room, one overlooking the street in front of the house, and another on the side. A white ceiling fan spun lazily in circles above their heads. On the left wall there were two sliding doors that Scott assumed were closet doors. It was big enough for a kid to easily grow up in the room. Dawn's eyes darted around and she smiled softly. Heather led them back into the big room then led them the second bedroom. It was smaller than the first and was painted a robin's egg blue with the same carpeting. There were two windows on the side wall and a closet just like in the first room.

The third bedroom was no different than the other two. Scott was disappointed. He expected something out of the three bedrooms, not just plain, simple rooms. Heather led the couple back down stairs and then down into the basement. It was nice down there. The den had a brick fire place and the carpeting was plush and soft. The bar was a redwood bar, finished and polished to perfection.

"This is the master bedroom." Heather said, pushing open the last door. The room was twice the size of the two other rooms and ten times as beautiful. The walls were painted sky blue with white borders along the floor. Delicate waves were carved into the wooden trim and the carpet was the color of the Caribbean Sea. The floor rose up against the farthest wall and Scott assumed that's where the bed had been. On the other wall were two sliding closet doors. Heather walked to the doors and opened them quickly. The closet was set deep into the wall and she stepped in. Dawn and Scott followed curiously.

Scott never would have seen the door if he wasn't looking. Heather pushed it open to reveal the second bathroom. Dawn gasped her face lighting up with delight. Even Scott was impressed. The bathroom was pure white. There were two sinks with two mirrors. A walk in shower with a frosted glass door stood on one side of the enormous bathroom beside a pristine white toilet. Though all of this was nice, it was the bathtub that took the cake. Stone lined the tub was set into the floor and only accessible by descending four white granite stairs. It was easily deep enough to be considered a small pool by anyone's standards.

After sharing more details on the house, Heather led Scott and Dawn into the dining room where they sat down at the table to talk over paper work. There were three other houses the couple was scheduled to look at; and though Scott liked the house he felt they should keep their options open.

"I'll give you two some time to talk while I go make a phone call." Heather said as she hurried off. Scott looked at Dawn who was staring at him with her wide, grey-blue eyes. Her lips pursed, her bottom lip jutting out slightly in a pout. Scott closed his eyes.

"Look, Moonbeam, the house is nice but I just don't think it's the right one." He sighed. "I mean the payments on this place have got to be outrageous."

Dawn whimpered. "But Scott it's perfect! The yard is huge, the neighborhood is wonderful, and the school system is fantastic...much better than the one we were in. It's a great place to start a family." Scott pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You really want this place…don't you?" He asked. Dawn nodded her head. Scott stood to stare out the front window. It wasn't anything like he was used to…nothing like the place he grew up. It was quiet and peaceful and far away from any heavy alcoholics or junkies and the blue collar lifestyle he knew. This was a white collar town and he wasn't sure he'd fit in.

But as he thought about it, he could picture it. Dawn would plant a garden in the back yard and she would tend to it while their children played in the grass or on the jungle gym. They could have a dog, or two…or maybe even a cat since Dawn was a feline lover. There'd be plenty of snow to play in during the winter and leave piles in the fall. It was the perfect life…if not a bit cliché.

With a sigh he turned to find Heather standing there waiting. Scott ran his fingers through his hair. "Where do we sign?"

After all the paper work was signed and finished the duo headed out. As they were driving down the road, Dawn turned to the redhead in the driver seat. "Well I don't know about you, but it was definitely game over after I saw that bathroom." Scott eyed her with a smirk.

"And here I thought you didn't care about things like that." Dawn frowned, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well a bathroom like that isn't a necessity…but it is nice." They rode in silence for several minutes before Dawn asked, "What made you decided on it?"

"Huh?" Came Scott's unintelligent response as he was drawn out of his thoughts.

"You were so fixed on not buying that house. What made you change your mind?" Scott stared out the windshield for a long time before answering.

"It was the picket fence."