Disclaimer - The rights of Total Drama Island and its characters belong to Teletoon, Cartoon Network, and all those associated with the show. No profit is being made by this fanfiction. If you are injured or suffer a major pancreas failure during the reading of this story, I cannot cover your health insurance.
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Chapter 11 (Day 03, Part 3) - The Doppleganger Contest
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"Alright, is everyone here?" Chris said as he stood on the performance stage. The campers were seated with their former teammates, Killer Bass on the right, Screaming Gophers on the left.
A very interesting point about Chris right now was that he was dressed exactly like Chef. He had on a yellow shirt, a white apron, even the little cooking hat.
"Everyone recovered from the injuries you took during this challenge?"
"I think Ezekiel is still in shock," Katie called out, pointing at the prairie boy.
The toque-wearing boy was shaking, hugging himself, and whimpering, "Teeth... so many... teeth...!" Geoff and Bridgette were sitting next to him, trying to console him.
"Well, someone can tell him what the challenge is when he recovers. You see, your next challenge is called... The Clone!
"You will be given the name of one of your fellow campers, of the same gender, of course. Next you'll be given clothing that looks exactly like that person. Then, you come up on this stage, and do your best impression of that camper!"
The campers exchanged glances with those of the same gender that were near them. This could go either way, as far as they were concerned.
"How do we win this little game?" Heather asked.
"Chef and I are judges for your performance. We are both giving you a score between one and ten; lowest score is two, highest score is twenty. You are aiming to win the best score out of the team that you just completed the All-Star Athlete Alliteration!
"The winners of the four teams will be getting a very fine foot massager! Perfect for the poor souls with those aching soles!"
Heather grinned wickedly. "That sounds delicious. So, if I get, say, Beth, I stand up on stage, lisp and smile, then get off?"
"It may be a bit more complicated than that," Chris said as Beth glared at Heather. "You see, Chef and I do have different tastes when it comes to you teenagers. While one of us might find it hilarious if you portray a camper in a tasteless, mean-spirited, and demeaning way, the other one of us might find it completely tacky."
"So does that mean the trick is to be honest but at the same time not directly insulting to the person?" Bridgette asked.
"That might be the best way to go," Chris said, nodding. "If you want certain lighting, ask the stage crew member back there to do what you want, whether it be colored light, a spotlight, or a strobe light. Just let them know when you want it done, give them a cue or something."
"Oh, Chrith?" Beth asked, waving his hand. "Are you aiming for what the camperth are like now, or what we were like when we were on Total Drama Island?"
"You know, that was actually something I was thinking of, Beth! Here's a cookie," he threw her another cookie. Beth gave part of this one to Lindsay, who resisted at first but smelt the chocolate and caved it.
"For laughs, I want you all to portray what you guys and girls were like during our first season, in Total Drama Island! Be brutal, be funny, but most all, don't be yourself!
"Now, let's see who you all are going to be!"
The host clapped his hands, and Chef walked in front of the stage. The big man was dressed exactly like Chris, which was much easier on the eyes than him in a dress. "Guys," Chris shouted, "you are going to be drawing from the bowl in Chef's left hand. Girls, you'll draw from the one in his right. Let's see who you'll be miming, so read them out loud!"
" 'Beth'," said Gwen.
" 'Lindsay'," said Leshawna
" 'Heather'?!" exclaimed Katie.
" 'Courtney'? Oy," groaned Eva.
" 'Katie'," said Bridgette.
" 'Gwen'! Hmmmm...," pondered Izzy.
" 'Leshawna'," said Courtney.
" 'Bridgette'," said Heather.
" 'Iththy'... no I mean... Ithzthee...," Beth strained, sighing.
" 'Eva'?" asked Lindsay. "Who's Eva?"
" 'Cody'," said Noah.
When Justin didn't say anything, Noah read over his shoulder and said, "He has Harold."
" 'Ezekiel'," DJ read.
" 'Trent'?" asked Duncan.
" 'Geoff'," said Tyler, then he chuckled. "Oh, you spell with a 'ge'? I didn't know that."
" 'Noah'?" Geoff said, a little distracted by Tyler.
" 'Duncan'?!" Harold shouted. "Bogus."
" 'DJ'," said Trent.
" 'Tyler'," said Cody.
Ezekiel had finally recovered from his shock, and scooped the last paper out. " 'Justin'?" he read it out loud. "What about Justin?"
Bridgette explained the challenge to him. The prairie boy's eyes went wide, then he looked down his shirt. "Oh dear," he sighed, "I have already lost." "Now, first place winners, place report to the dressing rooms, which would be the communal washrooms," Chris shouted. "That would mean Justin, Beth, Cody, Courtney, and DJ, you're up!"
(Confession Cam - Does a fine impression of a shack.)
Courtney - "Okay, as positive as I am about challenges, I don't think I can pull this one off. Sure I can act in charge like Leshawna, but me using slang? Might as well tell me to speak a different language." \She sighs, then shrugs.\
Courtney came on the stage first. The C.I.T. was dressed in the same orange-icon shirt and jeans, and she also had her hair in a ponytail. She mimed the strutting that Leshawna was known for quite well, but when she opened her mouth, the audience cringed.
"Yo dogs, what up in da hoodsness? You are fo'... rizzle... rizzle, is it? That's... uhm, crunk, yah! Word in, yo'ness."
Duncan fell out of his seat laughing. Leshawna raised an eyebrow. Chris and Chef slapped their foreheads.
Beth, dressed in Izzy's small tank top and green skirt, tiptoed on the stage. Her hair was let down and draped on her shoulders.
"The RCMP are still on my tail," she whispered into her hand. "I managed to avoid capture by staying in the nice bear's cave. Also hid in the boy's cabin for a while, took a pair of Cody's underwear.
"... I'm still not thure why I did, just seemed like a good idea at the time. Also, remember to buy an audio recorder, becauth I am running out of room on my hands to write these notes."
One of the spotlights from above shone on her. Beth froze, raised her fists in the air and shouted, "YOU'LL NEVER GET ME ALIVE," then ran off the stage laughing hysterically.
As the audience laughed and applauded, Izzy looked rather impressed and startled. "How did she know I was with the nice bear?" she asked the others.
DJ walked on the stage, wearing an olive green jacket and a blue toque. He stopped in the middle, looking down at the ground, then spoke with the thickest Canadian accent he could.
"Well, guys are a lot better and stronger at sports than girls are, eh," he said, then picked his nose.
Ezekiel covered his face in embarrassment as the crowd laughed. When he peeked up, he saw DJ smiling apologetically, and the prairie boy sent an 'it's okay' wave back to him.
Cody came running on the stage, holding a football and dressed in the red sports attire and headband that Tyler had worn during the first season. He was going to stop and pose, but the geek accidentally tripped on a loose board. Rolling across the rest of the stage, he fell off and crashed.
The crowd burst out laughing, and even Tyler was chuckling as he rubbed the back of his head. Cody, wobbling and trying to keep up the performance, spiked the football. It bounced back right at him, hitting him in the stomach. He doubled-over and collapsed, moaning how this was not how it was supposed to go.
Justin came out dressed like Harold, wearing even the green-tinted glassed. However, the male model couldn't bring himself to say anything, so he just picked his nose. That was good enough for some in the audience to applaud, while the real Harold shrugged.
"Dude," Chris said to Chef, "I would have been happy with just an 'idiot!' or a 'gosh'."
"Okay, we've added up the scores for the Asymmetrical Parallels," Chris said as he took center stage, still dressed like Chef. "First off, Justin. Sorry dude, but you really needed to say something to get a decent score. You get eight out of twenty.
"Courtney, you're the opposite. It would have been better if you didn't speak; you get nine out of twenty. DJ, we thought you did a great job, but your accent was a bit much; you get twelve out of twenty. Cody, that was hee-larious, dude; you received eighteen out of twenty!"
Cody let out a loud cheer, then froze. "Wait, what about Beth?"
"Beth," Chris said, clicking his tongue, "your performance was spot on, right in the spotlight, and we hope the other campers learn from you. By coincidence, Chef and I gave you the same score: ten. That means... Beth wins with a perfect score of twenty!"
Beth, still dressed as Izzy, let out a wild scream and jumped up and down in joy. "Thank you," she screamed, then hugged the inspiration for her role, Izzy.
"You deserve it, me," Izzy said with a giggle.
After the applause died down and Beth was holding a foot massager, Chris said, "Next are the Oval Octagons! Noah, Lindsay, Leshawna, Eva, and Duncan!"
(Confession Cam - Does a fine impression of a changing station too.)
Duncan - \rolling his eyes\ "Oh, this'll be fun. Chris is going to regret this as much as I am, because... I cannot sing."
Duncan was still wearing his piercings when he came out dressed in Trent's signature green shirt with the camo sleeves. The punk was also wearing a wig to cover his green mohawk, and carrying a guitar. He tried to ignore Courtney's almost hysterical laughing.
"Well I love my woman Gwen, she scores a ten outta ten," Duncan sang aloud, pretending to strum the guitar.
The audience screamed and groaned and gagged, Chris clapping his hands over his ears. "Okay, Duncan! That's enough! Thank you!"
"Cool, man," said Duncan, flipping his hair dramatically like he imagined Trent would, then walked off the stage. Courtney had, like Duncan before her, fallen off her seat laughing.
Noah was wearing the faint yellow shirt and jeans that Cody was still wearing. He came out doing the strut that Cody had made his entrance on the show with.
"He-lo, ladies," he said with a click of his tongue, pointing at Gwen and Leshawna. "Check me out, I'm the Codester. You dream about Mr. Right, and I am the spitting image of him. Who's for a soak in the hot tub, hmmm?"
The audience, especially the girls, were laughing hard. Cody sat there with his mouth agape. "Do I really look like that when I walk?" he asked, horrified.
Leshawna looked quite ridiculous wearing Lindsay's brown and red top, her orange skirt, the boots, and the blue hair cover with her black hair down. The large sister, though, somehow managed to pull off Lindsay's vapid stare, her girlie body motions, and her sugary voice.
"Hi-iiiii," Leshawna purred, deep down knowing she would never, ever live this down. "I am like, sooooo stoked to be up here. I'd like to thank my friends Bertha, Lesheena, Gweneth, and most of all, our host Crisp! Thank yew!"
If she could blush, Leshawna would have been as red as an apple as she walked off the stage. The audience, including Lindsay, was laughing and applauding. The only one not clapping was Harold, who had swooned and was now drooling at the sight of his girlfriend dressed like that.
The real Lindsay came out wearing blue workout clothes like Eva, as well as sneakers and her blond hair in a ponytail. She stared around for a while, not sure what to do.
When she saw the real Eva, an idea came to in her tiny mind. She bared her teeth and growled. "Grrr, I'm Eva. I'll... tear you apart if you cross me. Grrrr!"
The audience laughed and clapped, then immediately went silent when they realized who it was they were laughing about. They all nervously looked at Eva, who was frowning with her arms crossed. The fitness buff, to everyone's great surprise, let a slight smile form and clapped for Lindsay. Everyone else clapped again, relieved.
The real Eva came on the stage wearing the proper clothes Courtney wore, her hair down on her shoulders, walking as if every step was planned.
"Hello, my name is Courtney," she said with a practiced smile. "Be sure to help me win Total Drama Island, because I am a consoler in training. Did I mention I was a C.I.T., so you have to do as I say? And Duncan, quit being such an ogre!"
With a polite bow, Eva strutted off the stage. She smiled when she heard applause, and smiled more when she saw Courtney's frowning face.
"Not bad, people," Chris said as he was on the stage again. "Well, Noah, you did very well as Cody; you scored sixteen out of twenty. Leshawna, I actually thought Lindsay had a black twin sister there; you win seventeen points out of twenty. Eva, your impression of Courtney was great, although I'm sure she disagrees; you win thirteen points out of twenty.
"Lindsay, that was a fairly good impression of Eva; you win fifteen points. And Duncan... dude, you would have done much better if you hadn't sang! You get six points.
"That leaves Leshawna the winner!"
"Yes," Leshawna cried out, pumping her fists in the air. "Yes, baby, I won! Woohoo!"
She grabbed Lindsay and hugged her tight. "I have you to thank for, girlfriend!"
"Oh! You mean you were imitating me?" Lindsay asked with a blank smile.
After Leshawna received her prize, Chris clapped for the audience's attention. "Next are the Round Rectangles! Bridgette, Harold, Trent, Heather, and Ezekiel, you go!"
(Confession Cam - Does a good impression of a wooden monument too.)
Ezekiel - "I doo'nt think I'm gonna win this, eh. I mean, the moment I tear off my shirt, everyone's gonna fall over laughing. I don't even have a tan, let alone that gorgeous chest..." \He starts to daydream, then slaps himself.\
Bridgette came running on the stage, dressed in the small tank top and shorts that Katie wore. She bounced up and down, her blond pigtails flopping. "Oh my gosh, Sadie, look," she squealed, "we're on TV, on stage! It's so, like, exciting!
She let out a high-pitched 'eeeeeee' and then ran off, still looking hyper and excited. The audience applauded, though Geoff and Ezekiel were still dazed at seeing Bridgette in that little of clothing.
Harold came on stage wearing fake piercings and a fake green mohawk, though he still wore his glasses (he had insisted, since he couldn't see at all without them). His black shirt with the skull hung down past his waist, while his baggy pants looked in danger of falling off.
The geek-dressed-punk walked on center stage, scowling. He sniffed and rubbed his nose, scowling in the way Duncan scowled at him.
He turned to the audience and glared at them. "What are you staring at?" he asked, sounding gruff but still having the slight wheeze in his voice that he couldn't hide. "You think it's funny, staring at me like that? I'll come over and rearrange your face if you keep staring, got it?"
The audience was quiet, then Harold smirked. "That's better," he said before walking off the stage, waving to them. The audience broke into applause. Duncan was clapping, but stopped when Courtney glared at him.
"Well, it was more flattering than I thought it would be," the punk tried to justify himself to his miffed girlfriend.
Ezekiel came on stage wearing jeans and a tight green shirt. His hair had been gelled in the way Justin's gorgeous hair was styled. The prairie boy stood center stage and grinned at the audience, to which he received laughter, some stifled and some not.
Rolling his eyes and trying not to let it get to him, he pulled at his shirt. It was stronger than he thought it would be, and it only came off after the fourth pull. After he succeeded in ripping it off, he pulled out a water bottle and took a long drink from it, then grinned at the audience again.
Chris and Chef fell out of their seats laughing, as Ezekiel walked off the stage, mortified.
Trent looked okay wearing the large green shirt with the 'D' icon, as well as jean shorts and DJ's white skull cap. The musician waved while he held one hand behind his back, then revealed what he had behind him: Bunny.
The audience was either laughing (the guys) or cooing (the girls) as Trent nuzzled Bunny against his cheek and the little rabbit nuzzled back. DJ was clapping hardest when Trent walked off-stage calling out, "Thanks everyone, it's been fun!"
Heather's performance was over quickly. She managed to pull off looking like Bridgette, wearing the blue jacket and putting her hair up in a ponytail; however, Heather barely said anything besides, " 'Sup guys," and "Buh-bye."
"Um... nice one, Heather," Chris said as he walked back on stage. "Well, Heather, Chef and I decided on giving you eight out of twenty, mostly because of the look."
"It's not my fault that Bridgette doesn't have a predictable speaking process," Heather shouted, throwing her hands up in indignation, "and I can't stand on my hands."
"Too bad," Chris said, shrugging. "Now, for Trent, that was really good, though I would have given you a couple more points if you had done some screaming and running; you get seventeen points out of twenty. Bridgette, nice work on Katie impression there; you get twelve out of twenty.
"Ezekiel...," Chris stopped because he couldn't help but laugh. The prairie guy sighed and looked down at his feet. "Zeke, nice try, dude; you get ten out of twenty. And Harold, I really liked how you didn't take a cheap shot at Duncan; you earned eighteen points out of twenty. That makes you, dude, the winner!"
"Yes," Harold shouted as he jumped up, losing his Duncan-pants in the process. He quickly pulled them back up and sat back down, red-faced and grinning. "Awesome."
"Not bad, dude," Duncan said, clapping along with the others. "Enjoy that foot massager."
"Thanks, Duncan... and you know, you guys can use it too," Harold said.
The guys thanked Harold and slapped him on the back, not noticing that Courtney was shaking in barely contained fury. She looked away from Harold before she did something she'd regret.
"And now, the most important performances of the night," Chris shouted. "The Circular Cubes will have to compete for who wins immunity! Katie, Gwen, Izzy, Tyler, and Geoff, pull out your acting faces, and do you best to impress!"
Geoff was wearing the classy sweater vest and formal pants that Noah was also wearing. The party animal, sans his hat and holding a book, walked to center stage with an unimpressed stare. He opened the book and started reading it, then looked at the audience.
"What-ever," he scoffed. "Acting isn't my thing," then he walked off, rolling his eyes.
The audience applauded and laughed, even Noah. "Not bad," he said as he clapped. "Though him without his hat looked pretty funny."
Tyler came onto the stage with a flip. He was wearing Geoff's cowboy instead of his headband, as well as the unbuttoned, pink vest and jeans. "Wooooohooooo," Tyler shouted, pumping his fists in the air, "this is one incredible party, dudes! Woo!"
He then did a couple of the dance moves that Geoff had done at the after-party of the last challenge, then ran off shouting, "Later, du-uuuuuudes!"
Geoff was shouting, "Wooohooo! Excellent impression of me, dude," over the audience's applause.
Katie walked on stage with such a condescending strut, some of campers thought it really was Heather. She was wearing the thin, red top and green shorts with no problem on pulling off making them look good, for they were close to what she normally wore. Her hair was down and as long as it could go.
"You might as well give me the check, because everyone else here is such an dweeb," Katie said, matching Heather's haughty tone. "If you'll excuse me, I don't want to catch any nerd germs."
She strutted off the stage, waving her hand dismissively. Heather's scowl darkened when the audience cheered and clapped.
Gwen looked very out of character dressed as Beth. Her black-and-green hair was up in a ponytail (a very short one), and the farm girl's green and pink clothing did not suit the goth girl at all. The glasses looked very ridiculous on her. The goth girl gave everyone a full view of her fake braces as she gave them a toothy grin.
"Hi, everybody," she called out, trying to mime Beth's lisp. "I theriously hope we all get along and enjoy our time here!"
Gwen did a little clapping before running off, grinning and waving at the audience. She caught Heather smirking at her, but tried to ignore that as the audience laughed and applauded her performance; even Beth looked pleased, and Gwen was sure she was going to offend the farm girl.
Izzy had put on a wig to look like Gwen, having black-and-green hair. She had gone a little overboard, and had applied white face paint to her entire face. She was wearing the black and green clothing with an interesting fit, from the green shoulders past the black stockings down to Gwen's black boots.
"Umm... okay," Izzy said, sounding disgruntled and frustrated. "This place sucks. The people here are weird beyond belief, the food is nasty, and everything is just so bad and awful, it makes me want to throw up."
She pretended to gag herself, then rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "I swear, they're all nuts. Well... maybe not one... but whatever."
Izzy walked off the stage in a bitter sulk. The audience was cheering loudly for her, while Gwen couldn't help but smirk.
"Am I really seen as that negative?" she asked Trent.
"It was Izzy. She overexaggerates, you know that."
"Really? I thought she was spot on about how I felt during that first crappy season."
"Okay, it's now time for judgment," Chris shouted. The air was now thick with tension, as the five campers cringed over who'd be picked.
"First off, Tyler. Spot on performance of Geoff; you get sixteen points out of twenty!"
The jock cheered and high-fived Ezekiel. He bit his lip, hoping no one could beat that.
"Geoff, loved your impression of Noah; you scored fifteen points. Katie, as good as you were doing Heather, you scored the same."
Katie sighed while Geoff shrugged his shoulders with a good-natured grin. Tyler gripped the sleeves of his shirt as he started to sweat.
"Gwen... you could have done a bit more; you scored eleven out of twenty. And Izzy, not bad with Gwen, you really hit her attitude on the nail; you scored fourteen out of twenty.
"And that leaves Tyler the winner!"
The jock let out a wild shout of joy, pumping his fists in the air. He exchanged more high-fives with his friends, even Geoff (who kept congratulating him on doing such a good impression of him).
"I'll be seeing you five at the bonfire ceremony," Chris shouted, clapping his hands and grinning wickedly.
Cody was relaxing under a tree, thinking about who he should off. He had to pick between Katie, Izzy, and Geoff, since there was no way he'd be voting for Gwen.
Someone approached him, and he grinned as he saw who it was. "How's it going?" he asked. "Thought of who you're going to vote for."
"Yes. I actually came to talk to you about that."
"Really? It's not Gwen, is it?"
"No, it's...," the person told Cody whom it was, "and I'd really appreciate it if you could vote for that person too."
"I dunno...," Cody said, scratching the back of his neck. "It doesn't seem very nice..."
"I can assure you, as someone who used to be a teammate to that bizzaro, that you don't want to be teamed up unless you want to lose."
Cody scratched the back of his neck. He had given that person some thought, but he hadn't been sure. "You sure this is okay?"
"Of course it is. Someone has to go, and I know you don't want it to be Gwen. If we don't plan to make sure a specific person gets voted off, she might."
The geek nodded. "Okay, sure thing. I'll vote for who you want this time around."
"That's all I ask of you. Thank you."
(Confession Cam - We're not telling you who it is, nyah nyah nyah.)
?? - "I managed to convince enough people to vote for whom I want off, with no chance of a tie. There is no way that... that... mental freak is going to find a way out of this! This will make things much easier for me."
Chris stood at the oil drum, the large bonfire roaring. "I've got five campers sitting in front of me," he said aloud, drumming his fingers on the plate with four marshmallows.
"Five campers... fifteen spectators." He jerked a thumb to the right, where all the other campers were standing, watching anxiously.
"Four of you are getting marshmallows, four of you will be joining your friends over there. But one of you isn't going to get one. One of you is going to have to say good-bye to all those winners over there, and that one person is going to be walking the Dock of Shame.
"And once you walk that dock, once you board that Boat of Losers, you aren't seeing these friendly faces anymore. Because you aren't coming back!
"EVER!!"
Most of the campers flinched at this final word, even Tyler. The host's evil grin vanished as he looked at the jock. "Tyler dude, you saved your neck. Here's your marshmallow," he said as he tossed the white treat to the brunette athlete.
After snatching it in midair, Tyler smiled at the others and said, "Good luck," before heading over to the other campers. Lindsay clung to his arm and nuzzled him with her cheek.
"Now it's time to see who of the real losers has lost their final contest," Chris said, his evil grin back.
Katie was shivering hard, her left hand's knuckles in her mouth. Izzy's wild grin was slowly growing as the tension built. Gwen tried to look tough, but her side glances to Trent gave away her doubts. Geoff was running a finger along the brim of his hat, biting his lower lip nervously.
"First to be safe is... Gwen." The goth girl smiled as she caught her marshmallow, then went over to hug Trent.
"Three campers left, two marshmallows remaining. The next one goes to... Katie!" Katie caught her marshmallow with a happy squeal, then ran over to the campers. She hugged DJ, who returned the hug.
"Geoff, Izzy," Chris barked. He pointed to the last treat. "This... is the final marshmallow tonight. One of you has lost Total Drama Comeback. The only question is... which one of you lost?"
Bridgette's knuckles were turning white, and she started to shake. Gwen gripped her shoulder, but also couldn't hide her worry. Katie whimpered as she stared at her new redheaded friend. Tyler and Beth both watched with unblinking eyes, Tyler at Geoff and Beth at Izzy.
Geoff crossed his arms and stared at the marshmallow, a good-natured but worried smile on his face. Izzy was grinning insatiably, starting to shake, and crouching up in her seat. Chris looked at the two lone campers, to the anxious crowd, then back to Izzy and Geoff.
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"IZZY CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE," Izzy screamed as she bolted up on her feet, badly startling everyone. "WHO WON?!"
Chris, who had flinched just as bad as everyone, frowned at her. "You did," he said, chucking the marshmallow at Izzy.
"Huh?" Izzy honked as she caught the marshmallow.
"What?! No!" Bridgette cried, her voice ragged from anticipation.
"Geoff buddy," Chris said, looking dire, "I'm sorry to say this, but you're out. This game just got a little less fun."
"No no no," Bridgette was whimpering. "No! Why Geoff? This isn't fair!"
Tears formed in her eyes as she ran over to Geoff. The party animal, who had kept a smile until now, looked devastated by his girlfriend's tears.
"Bridgette," he said, petting her hair, "I've never seen you cry before. You don't have to worry about me, babe. You know I'll be safe and watching you."
"But...," she stammered, looking up at him with wet, green eyes, "I wanted to be with you while we were on this island. It was the best way for us to finally be together again. I barely saw you during those six months after TDI!"
She looked ready to cry uncontrollably when Geoff tilted her chin up. "I promise we'll see each other soon, and more often. But I want you to do your best on this island. I know you can do it, 'cause you're the most incredible girl... no, the most incredible woman I've ever met in my life.
"You have a lot of great friends here, like Gwen, DJ, Harold, Courtney, Ezekiel, and most of the others. Just be strong, like I know you can."
Bridgette nodded, then wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him as passionately as she could.
"Bye, Geoff," the campers called out to him as they waved good-bye. The party animal waved back, blowing a kiss to Bridgette, then let out a final cheer.
"Later, dudes! Good-bye, Bridgette," he called out, tears in his eyes now. Bridgette, still with tears in her eyes, caught the kiss and held it to her heart.
"You make the Playa des Losers a rocking party house for all those that are voted off, Geoff," Ezekiel called to him.
"I'm sorry it was you instead of me," Izzy shouted. Then she remembered her most important mission. "Oh, wait! Geoff! I have this bet with Owen!" She had to raise her voice as loud as possible for Geoff was almost out of hearing range.
"Have you seen Bridgette's boobs yet?!"
Everyone stared at her, a mixture of disgust and astonishment. Geoff looked weirded out by this. " 'Cooties'?" he repeated what he thought she said. "Bridgette doesn't have cooties, Izzy! Take care of her!"
"She doesn't have...," Izzy repeated what she thought he said, looking weirded out too. "Well, he said for me to take care of you, I think I can do that." She bobbed her head around and smiled. "Bridgette is among good friends."
The blond surfer wiped her tears away with her sleeve, then she hugged Gwen. "Thank you, guys. You all being so nice to me lets me know I can carry on."
"We're your friends, Bridgette, and that's what friends are for," the goth girl said, patting her back.
"I just want to know," Ezekiel said as he looked at where the Boat of Losers had disappeared from view, "who voted for Geoff, and why, eh. He was such a nice guy, and everyone got along with him."
"Not to mention it would upset Bridgette," Gwen said in agreement.
"You think it was planned?" the surfer chick asked, horrified. "But who would do something like that?"
The person behind Geoff being voted off was leaning against a tree, one with few leaves and leaving her able to see the stars. A sigh escaping the lips, a nervous scratch to the arm, they told that all was not right with the person.
"Feeling guilty, huh?"
Another person approached the lone figure against the tree. The first person glared and spat out, "What do you want?"
"I know what you did. I know you're responsible for having Geoff being voted off."
The first person scowled and looked away. "Sure, I voted for him, that doesn't make me directly responsible for him being voted off."
"I know you talked to the others," the second person said, a wicked smile spreading. "I saw you after you talked to Cody, so I followed you to see if you really were smart enough to seal the deal. And sure enough, you were."
The first person tried to ignore these truthful words, but looking away wasn't good enough.
"You went to Justin, Beth, and Katie, telling them all some exaggeration," the second person continued. "I love how you told Katie people would vote her off simply because Sadie wasn't there, that was brilliant. How you told Beth and Cody that Geoff was unreliable was also a devious lie.
"Then making sure there would be at least one vote for two different people, that was the most subtle way to seal to deal. I truly am impressed."
"Are you going to narrate what I did aloud in hopes someone hears you or something?" the first person snapped, looking at the other person in the eye. "What's your point in telling me what I've done?"
"I'm saying this because I love reviewing your work. You and I have a lot in common."
"I'm nothing like you."
"Really? People say I'm cold, cruel, and have no conscience. You had Bridgette's boyfriend voted off, leaving her in tears-"
"Shut up," the first person snapped. "I don't need to take this from you, Heather. I don't want to hear it."
"But I think you do want to hear what I want to say to you," Heather said, her slender eyebrow cocking with interest. "I think you should pay close attention to what I have to say to you...
"Courtney."
The brunette glared at her. The only sound was the wind howling through the trees as the C.I.T. and the queen bee stared at each other.
Katie - Geoff.
Izzy - Gwen.
Gwen - Izzy.
Geoff - Katie.
Tyler - Izzy.
Beth - Geoff.
DJ - Izzy.
Courtney - Geoff.
Justin - Geoff.
Cody - Geoff.
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Geoff - 5.
Izzy - 3.
Katie - 1.
Gwen - 1.
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Horrified? Startled? Or was it all too obvious? I hope it wasn't obvious.
Before you jump to any conclusions, I'd like to say that I do not hate Courtney, nor do I hate any of the TDI characters. Not even Heather, I like her as I like a good villain.
Courtney just strikes me as the type of person who can carry a grudge for all eternity; just wait for the next chapter for the answer for her actions. She will not end up badly in this story, just things will get dramatic; she makes things dramatic herself, so it's all good So don't worry, Courtney fans (and I know there a lot of you out there, so I wouldn't dare cross you!).
One thing you should know about me is that I'm not voting off the characters because of how much I like them: I have this planned out. I love Geoff, and it's sad to see him go, but that's the way this story is going to go. Sometimes the life of a party has to leave early, but luckily, there is lots of Geoff in other stories.
Izzy's Victory Theme - Game & Watch Victory Theme, from Super Smash Brothers Brawl.
Things are going to be dramatic, but also humorous, adventurous, and Izzy-ous! Thank you all for the reviews! I'm at work at Day 04 (unless of course, you're reading this after I've completed Day 04, then I'm not working on it anymore).