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. This story has also officially reached second base before I have, dammit.
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Replies to Questions and Comments:
Raven Hufflepuff - Jason X? I haven't seen it yet, but don't worry, I've got enough ideas for this show. Hehe.
Araleon - No, this isn't all written out. I'm just good at writing, comes from doing it almost all my life.
Sam7418 - I actually like a great deal of the characters, from Beth to Tyler. Cody is a bit of a favorite of mine because we have a lot in common (geeky brunettes who really like girls that don't feel the same way, oh well).
Amaya Uchi - Eeeek! No killing! \runs away in fear of being next\
Dementous - Why, thank you! IMA WRITIN' MAH CHAPTAHS!
randomhottiexoxo - Who'd vote for Heather and Trent to be a couple? The world is full of strange people, just browse the internet long enough. Or, for the sake of your sanity, don't.
Blazing T-Rex - Of course I'm evil, I'm the Kobold Necromancer! \laughs evilly, then gets a sore throat and coughs\ Yes, I am busy, because work is picking up on the hours. Still, you all are getting the new chapters fast, and there's plenty other stuff to read, TDI fanfiction is really picking up.
Hgirl1884 - Hey, I waited until now for their hormones to get the best of them.
Phasian - Awww. Hey, Geoff and Bridgette will still have love. Just not all the fanfictions can have all the couples together all the time. I'm having hard enough time with the sixteen campers as it is. \wipes forehead\
To Everybody - Hmmm, you all seem pretty sure Katie's crush is Noah. BUT IS IT? Muahahaha! ... Well, probably, you'll just have to wait and find out! \more evil grinning\
And now, on with the show!!
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Chapter 22 (Day 07, Part 2) - I'd Do All This for Just One Kiss
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(At the Playa des Losers)
"I think Geoff is trying to drown himself with these drinks," Leshawna remarked to Lindsay. "Poor guy has drunk twice as much as any of us."
"He's drunk too?" Lindsay gasped. She stared at her grape soda. "I didn't know you could get drunk off these!"
Geoff, moaning as he let out a series of relieving belches, started on his tenth drink. Justin put a hand on his shoulder, telling him without words that he was overdoing it. The party animal gave a weak nod and fell back in his chair.
"Geoff, you want to be ready for tonight," Sadie told him. She was sitting next to him, trying to finish a fourth drink. "Bridgette's gonna be looking her best on TV, and you don't want to feel sick when that's happening."
"She always looks great. She's so beautiful and pure and... and...," he looked close to breaking into tears, "I don't want her being voted off again! Because of me!"
Leshawna patted his back. "Sweetheart, it wasn't even your fault first time-"
"No, you don't understand," Geoff whined, hiccuping as he slurred. "Last time, when we were on the island, I could... could have warned her! Now this time... they'll vote her off... because she's my girlfriend!"
"Geoff, calm down," Sadie said. "She's going to be fine."
(At Wawanakwa Island)
Bridgette huddled in a corner, covering her head and trying hard to stop shaking. Her normally lazy eyes were huge with terror, her breath was ragged, and her heart was pounding so hard it was in danger of exploding.
"The horror...," she whimpered, "the horror...
"What is it with girls and make-up, huh?"
She looked over at the girls' changing room door, the source of the terror. The sound of a chair being smashed came from inside the room, and she flinched. Gwen bolted out of the room, slamming the door behind her, and leaned against it to prevent any of the other girls from coming out and making further attempts on her life.
"All that... just for green lipstick," she whimpered. "None of them wear green except me, none of them would even consider green!"
She noticed Bridgette huddled in the corner, and walked over to her. "Are you okay there, Bridgette?"
"I have seen war," the surfer whispered, "and it's as every bit as gruesome as grandpa made it out to be!"
"And you didn't even want any, that's the crazy part," Gwen replied, helping the blond girl up to her feet. "Eva almost brained you with that hair dryer, are you okay?"
"I didn't even think she'd want make-up."
"She doesn't. More than likely she just wanted to throw something."
The two, after collecting their wits, went over to the selection of dresses. Bridgette wanted something blue, Gwen wanted some black.
"So how is it going between you and Zeke?" the goth girl asked as she looked through the selection.
"I think we have a good chance at this, so long as he doesn't freeze up at the kiss," the surfer replied. "He's extremely worried Geoff will kill him."
"Geoff? Kill someone? Never," Gwen replied with a chuckle. "He's probably grateful you got a partner like Ezekiel, while my boyfriend is going to be a succubus."
The goth girl then found a slender black 'n green dress that looked like it was made for her. She took it off the rack, and held it to herself to see how she'd look in it. "Wow," she commented, "this one is perfect."
"Black, I see," her surfer friend remarked, smiling. "Cody is really going to dig that."
"Hmm?" Gwen looked confused, then upset. "Oh right. Cody."
"You really don't seem to like him. I mean, I can understand why, he is a bit of horn dog. But he truly does admire you."
"He probably just wanted to get into my skirt the first season. Now, I'm not so sure. He still has that eager smile every time he looks at me, like he still wants me."
"There are worse things in life than boys liking you," Bridgette said. She had found a dress that was a swirl of blues, looking like the flowing water she loved to surf.
"Still," Gwen said, sounding unsure, "as much as he reminds me of the hormone-driven guys at school, I think it's possible he truly likes me."
"What makes you say that?"
"Because I was on the same team as Heather and Lindsay. If Cody really was chasing skirt, why me over Lindsay?"
"Maybe he doesn't like blonds."
The two shared a good-natured chuckle before heading back to the changing room. The sound of Katie and Heather screeching at each other, while Izzy was imitating a machine gun made the two girls beat a hasty retreat to the communal restrooms to change.
Ezekiel sat in a chair in the communal restrooms. Chris had told them that they could only afford the construction of one changing room, which all the boys seriously doubted; he was just being cheap.
"Gosh," Harold pulled an orange and pink tuxedo from the rack, "I have, like, no sense of fashion, and even I know this is bad."
"Chris must have been hoping one of us would pick that," Cody remarked, peeping out of the shower stall he was changing in.
Tyler, who was trying a dark red tuxedo, noticed his prairie friend wasn't changing or even looking. "Something bothering you, dude?"
"I doo'nt knoo' if I can do this, eh," he admitted.
"This about Bridgette?" Duncan asked; the punk was combing his unibrow, trying to make it as smooth as possible.
Ezekiel rolled his eyes, but it was pretty hard to deny it. "I don't know if I can kiss her on live TV, while her boyfriend is watching."
"It's not that bad, man," Trent said. He was straightening out the smooth, blue suit he was wearing. "I mean, at least you two like each other. I have to kiss Heather... if I can go through with it."
"Why not just not kiss her?" Cody called out.
"Can't do that, Chris said no throwing the contest," the musician replied sadly. "He might give her invincibility, or just have me walk the Dock of Shame."
"I'm sure he would," Noah said matter-of-factly. "Nothing would send a stronger message than that. He has to make sure we actually do this crazy stuff, or the ratings die."
"Well, I still think it would be better if we didn't have to kiss," DJ said as he tried for the third time to tie his tie. "I don't know how I'm going to explain this to Alexandra."
"Dude, I'm sure she'll understand," Duncan replied. "I mean, you're not kissing crazy girl because you want to, you're doing it because you have to."
He sprayed some breath mint into his mouth before continuing. "Plus, if we know Izzy, she'll be the one grabbing you and smooching until you cannot breathe." DJ stopped tightening his tie and swallowed hard.
(Confession Cam - No one changes in here.)
DJ - "Duncan just voiced my concern about this whole contest. Whatever Chris throws at me, it can't be as bad as Izzy coming at me."
Duncan - "Man, I am loving this. I mean, I really thought I'd never get to experience the prom, as froofie as that may sound. But hey, if you had a girl like Courtney, you'd want to go to the prom too, huh?"
A knock on the door alerted the boys. "Guys?" It was Bridgette's voice. "May we come in?"
The guys exchanged glances, and wondered what this was about; still, guys couldn't deny girls wanting to come into their changing room was more than likely a good thing. "Sure, come on in," Trent called to her.
Gwen and Bridgette entered, carrying their dresses and high heels. "Thank you," the goth girl said as she closed the door behind her. "The girls' changing room is a war zone, and we wanted to be somewhere a lot more calm."
"So of course," Bridgette added, smirking, "we decided to change our clothes where all the men are."
"Fine by us," Tyler said.
Bridgette then noticed Ezekiel. "Zeke, what are you waiting for? You're not changed or anything."
"I...," the prairie boy said, staring shamefully at the floor, "I doo'nt think I can do this, eh."
"Oh yes, you can," Bridgette said. She placed her dress on a nearby chair, and yanked Ezekiel off his seat. "You are, at the least, going to try."
He swallowed. "O... okay."
"That's the spirit," Tyler shouted, thumping Ezekiel on the back. "Get rid of those pre-prom jitters and get into your suit."
"Might also want to consider not wearing the toque," Gwen remarked, "even if it is signature of you."
"Oh, Gwen...," came Cody's voice from the stall.
She turned to look as the tech-geek stepped out, grinning slyly. He was wearing a formal, raspberry-red suit with white trimming. A white cravat was draped down his chest, as he had parted his hair with a stylish peak.
"How do I look, huh?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow slyly.
Gwen stared. Cody looked, and she didn't think it were possible, quite handsome. She smiled and said, "You look nice, Cody. Very nice."
"Why, thank you," he remarked, lowering his voice in what he was hoping would sound manly, but was seen as comical to all others.
Ezekiel, despite Gwen's suggestion, didn't want to go without his toque. He agreed to let Bridgette brush and comb his hair so he would look more formal. Soon, his screams and strained grunts of pain filled the air, as if Bridgette was torturing him.
As the boys and the two girls prepared, there was another knock on the door. This time, it was Beth and Eva.
"We're going to try tuxedoes thith time," Beth explained to them. "Do you mind, Harold?"
"Naw, whatever makes you comfortable."
Eva, desperate to get out of the communal washrooms, grabbed the first tuxedo that caught her eye. Despite Tyler calling out to her, she left in a huff.
"Oh, this is not going to be good," the brunette athlete muttered, shaking his head.
"What's wrong?" DJ asked him.
"She took the orange and pink tuxedo."
About an hour later, Chris called all of the campers to the performance stage. He looked over at them with a pleased smile.
"Let me just give you all a quick review before we begin the three trials," he said, starting at Trent and Heather.
Trent was wearing a royal blue tuxedo with a red tie, a golden pin adorning his collar. He had slicked his hair back, like if a gust of wind has stuck them that way. Heather was wearing a bright red dress that displayed a great deal of her cleavage, while a long slit revealed her right leg. It was obvious she was wearing a lot of make-up, and her hair was set in a stylish braid.
"You two look great," Chris complimented them. "Like a real prom king and queen!"
Gwen stared to shake, indignant rage filling her very core. Cody put a hand on her shoulder, reminding her that a fight was the last thing they needed.
Chris stopped in front of them next. He raised his eyebrows in approval of Cody's raspberry tuxedo and Gwen's black 'n green dress. "You two look very nice too! Not quite prom queen and king, but I'm sure you'll touch the hearts of the viewers!"
(Confession Cam - The Prom Cam!)
Cody - "All I can think of, after he said that, was that this was my real chance to prove myself. At school, they don't think much of me, which is why I'm so surprised that I am a major hit online. So this contest will prove I am the man! The man with the master plan!"
\He air guitars a little, then grins.\ "Prom King Cody has such a nice ring to it. Prom Queen Gwen sounds great too; she so could be prom queen at her school."
Chris was snickering when he approached Tyler and Eva. The male athlete looked good in his red suit, but Eva looked more than a little awkward in a pink and orange tuxedo.
"Eva," he said between chuckles, "you actually picked that one?"
With one angry fist, the female athlete lifted the host up. "Yes, I did. How do I look?"
"G-Good," he whimpered. "Very good! The pink compliments your skin, and the orange compliments... you!"
After she finally let go, he went over to the other couple that were both in tuxedos. Harold was wearing a royal purple tuxedo, while Beth was wearing a baby blue tuxedo. She also had a large ribbon in her hair of the same color.
"Not bad, you two," the handsome host said as he looked them down. "Beth, I think you look good in a tux. This might be a hit or miss with the folks at home!"
Duncan and Courtney were next. He was wearing a pure black tuxedo with a silver skull pin on his lapel. She was wearing a green dress that matched his mohawk, as did her dark green earrings and ring.
"What a lovely couple," Chris said as he looked them over. "Duncan, you look great. Courtney, you look great too! You could be the Wawanakwa king and queen, easy!" Courtney flushed a little at this.
(Confession Cam - Whoa, Chris is being nice!)
Courtney - "I actually never imagined being prom queen at my school. I'm much more of a brains girl, and brains don't win contests like prom queen and king. So here, I can win it! Vote for Courtney and Duncan, people!"
Noah and Katie were an unusual couple. She had a dress on that was bright pink, a cyan brooch with gold trimming, large and round blue earrings, elbow-length white gloves, and her normally pigtailed hair was down to her shoulders. He was wearing a bright red tuxedo with a blue shirt, dual gold pins on his lapels.
"Not bad, you two," the handsome host said, smiling at them. "You look super!"
"I told her she looks like a princess," Noah remarked. Katie giggled and snuggled his arm, smearing her cheek blush on his sleeve. He rolled his eyes as she cried out in horror.
Ezekiel and Bridgette looked like the average couple, though pleasant. Bridgette's flowing-blue dress matched Ezekiel's sea green tuxedo, and she was wearing a corsage of blue and green flowers; she wore her ponytail down now, her blond hair on her shoulderblades.
"You two look cute," Chris said, winking at them. "Bridgette, no make-up?"
"I'm all-natural."
"Hope you at least shave your legs," the host remarked before heading over to the last couple.
Izzy looked like a genie rather than a prom date. She was wearing a glittery green dress, while her top, trimmed with silver sequins, was like a genie-styled bra. The redhead was wearing her frizzy hair in a ponytail, a green 'n silver tiara, and long gold earrings.
DJ, wearing a dark green tuxedo, looked more than a little uncomfortable next to her, even though she was holding onto her arm and smiling politely.
"Izzy," Chris remarked, raising a dubious eyebrow, "what... were... you... thinking?"
"This is based off of peoples' opinion, and I thought I would appeal to the audience," she said with an impish giggle. She began to dance her slinky, rattlesnake dance. "I'm DJ's genie for tonight, and I might grant him three wishes!"
(Confession Cam - Rub Izzy the right way, baby.)
DJ - "I have only one wish: to survive tonight."
Izzy - "I wonder if he'll try to rub my belly!" \She giggles, then looks startled.\ "Oh my God, is that how you get a genie to grant you wishes? My aunt once said that it was the bottle, but maybe it's the belly!"
"Now that we've seen all eight couples," Chris announced, "we will begin our first challenge: the Red-Hot Carpet!"
He gestured to a long red carpet that spanned all the way to the lake. Owen, in a handsome white tuxedo, was standing on the right side next to the start of it. Chef, in a beautiful, flowing black dress and a tiara, was standing on the left side. Both of them were holding small remotes.
"You must run across this red carpet all the way to the lake. But please be careful of the," he grinned sinisterly, "rise in flame!"
Owen and Chef pressed buttons on their remotes, and flames burst along the sides of the carpet. The two fiddled with the joysticks, and the steams swayed and dipped.
Several campers screamed in horror, a few clinging to their dates. Izzy was almost squashed by DJ's massive, trembling arms.
"Just run across the carpet, avoid the fire, and arrive at the lake for the second trial," Chris informed them. He laughed and added, "Hope you ladies didn't put on too much hair spray!"
Heather looked terrified; she had used a lot of hair spray.
"Time to see how many of the men here are really hot," the handsome host said. "Guys, line up and...
"GO!!"
Duncan was the fastest, holding down his mohawk. He nearly took a fire blast to the face, and he screamed some very naughty words at Owen (mainly because he didn't want Chef to aim for him).
Cody ran through as fast as his scrawny body could take him. Ezekiel's sleeve caught fire, and he stopped, dropped, rolled, and cursed Chris. Harold was crawling on his stomach, wheezing in terror.
Tyler's legs were running so fast, his body was leaning back from the speed. Fire continued to spray right over him, like some daredevil limbo game.
DJ ran through screaming, "Don't burn me, bro, don't burn me!" Noah was clinging to his back, using him as a transport. Trent followed them from behind, shielding his eyes from the bright glare of the flame.
"Do not loose face, my fellow men," Cody shouted back at his friends, "because through the fire and the flames, we'll carry on!"
"I doo'nt get what that's supposed to mean, eh," Ezekiel shouted. A stream of fire went off inches near his face, and his neatly combed hair was singed. "Oh, what a burn!"
"I've been in flame wars worse than this," Noah shouted. "Charge forth, my trusted mount!"
DJ was startled to see Noah riding him, but his panic was too great for him to care. With a scream, he zipped past all of the other boys, the egghead flapping behind her like a flag (a screaming, singed, wide-eyed flag).
They all managed to reach the other side. Trent and Ezekiel desperately stuck their heads in the lake to put out the hairs that were still on fire. DJ dived straight into the lake, while Noah fell face-first in the ground. Cody and Duncan exchanged a relieved high-five that neither of them were burned, while Harold finished his ground crawl.
(Confession Cam - Too hot to handle.)
Harold - "I knew my practicing to be a stealth spy would pay off one day. Not a singe on me from that first challenge."
"Okay then, they're all alive," Chris told the girls. "It's time for you ladies to run across the Red-Hot Carpet! Are you re-"
He was interrupted when Izzy let out a battle cry, tore off the majority of her skirt, and bolted down the carpet. The host watched her for a couple seconds, then turned to the seven other girls. "Well? Go follow her!"
Heather ran through with her back almost parallel to the ground, her hands on her hair. Gwen was nearly flamed from behind, and her black 'n green hair caught on fire. Beth, ever the helpful soul, stopped to help her bat it out.
Bridgette's hair almost caught fire at the end, and she ran faster as a trail of smoke trailed behind her. Courtney and Katie were screaming and running at the same time, proving women can multitask. Eva barreled through, too fast for Chef or Owen to tilt the fire streams in her direction.
At the end of the carpet, Ezekiel helped douse Bridgette's hair in the lake. Gwen let Cody splash some water on her singed hair, as she winced in pain. The other girls, minus Eva, all had singes on their clothes and hair. Izzy's clothes, the remainder of them anyway, were clean; she was still holding the torn part of her dress, which was burning steadily.
With a loud 'whoop,' she chucked it into the lake. "What's next?" she shouted, her insatiable grin back.
(Confession Cam - Char-broiled to perfection.)
Duncan - "Okay, I'm fully convinced: Izzy is insane. As in loco, cooky, whack job! Man, how did her parents raise her, with electric shocks to the head when she misbehaved?"
"The second trial is called Swan Lake Swimming," Chris said, jerking his thumb at the lake. "You all are going to be riding on tiny water sleds that go really, really slow."
"Well, what's the point of that?" Heather asked, brushing the ash off her dress.
"You're going to need a little balance to not tip over, first off," the host explained, "and you never know what other surprise we may have."
The campers exchanged concerned looks. DJ, who was still soaking wet, shrugged and said, "It cannot be life-threatening, guys. Didn't see any dangerous water creatures, like piranha or sharks!"
Relieved, the sixteen campers went over to the small dock that was at the side of the lake, where the small water sleds. The tiny vehicles were so narrow that they all had trouble staying balanced on them. Tyler, Beth, and DJ lost their balance immediately, and fell into the lake before the challenge even began.
Some of the other contestants couldn't help but laugh (or did so anyway), as they started off down the lake. Chris wasn't kidding when he said the rides were slow, for the teens could have walked faster than them.
"Jeez, these things are the pits," Duncan complained as a butterfly passed him on the right. "Why can't we get something with speed?"
"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Duncan," Courtney snapped at him. "I couldn't handle a fast ride."
"I could," Izzy said. The redhead was turned around, having opened up the compartment that the engine was in. "In fact, I refuse to be passed by another minnow, I'm modifying mine."
"Um," Gwen spoke up, "are you sure you can do tha-"
There was a loud roar from Izzy's water sled, and her ride rocketed forward. With a loud scream of pure, unbridled excitement, the redhead held her hands up as she rode her water sled backwards.
Cody, eager to prove his tech skills, fiddled with his as well. When he managed to kick his into gear, he managed to hold onto one handlebar before flapping like a flag as his water sled shot off.
"Not bad, campers," Chris shouted through his megaphone on the side. "Now let's see you like it when we kick it up a splash! Owen!"
The very large teenager let out a loud cheer, bolting towards the lake. With a shout of "Bonzai," he leapt into the water in cannonball-style. The splash from the weighty teen kicked up a large wave.
"Oh hell," Eva cursed.
"Oh damn," Courtney shouted.
"Oh YEAH," Bridgette cheered, standing up on her water sled.
The wave rose up and carried the teens to the other side of the lake. Bridgette rode the top of the wave, cheering and waving one fist in the air.
When it crashed on the other side, most of the campers had wiped out and were a soggy mess on the bank. The only dry ones were Cody, Izzy, Gwen, Duncan, Bridgette, Harold, and Katie.
"I am really hating my prom right now," Noah grumbled as he wrung the water out of his jacket.
(Confession Cam - Hehehehehehe... wipe out!)
Heather - "Well, my make-up was running because of that stupid Owen-wave, I was soaked, and so was Trent. Several hours of work, ruined! Chris has destroyed a work of art."
Beth - "I was soaked completely..."
DJ - "... covered in lake slime and mud..."
Courtney - "... and it was getting worse by the second."
Harold - \grinning\ "Bring it on, Chris! My skills are well-prepared!"
"The third trial is the Abandoned Busted Model," Chris said, gesturing to a five-story tall building. It surprised a great deal of the campers, since they didn't recall a building being there before.
"Our interns managed to change the shop class building into this derelict," the handsome host informed them. "Your goal here is to enter the door ahead of us, climb up the five flights of stairs, then head over to the other side of the roof. You will then begin to descend, which isn't easy.
"After all, the stairs heading down are on the opposite side of the floor, so you'll be running back and forth and back and forth, until you come to the front doors!"
"You expect us to do all that in high heels?" Heather shouted.
"And tight tuxedoes?" Tyler cried out.
"And in that ruination of a building?" Gwen protested. She pointed at a large hole in the side, which was just one of many.
"Look, it's not all going to fall down," Chris told them. "I mean, watch out on the floors and stairs, I cannot promise safety on them!"
"This is insane," Courtney yelled.
"This is suicide," Ezekiel whimpered.
"This is dangerous," Trent complained.
"This is great," Izzy gushed, then bolted for the building.
Duncan slapped her forehead as the redhead darted into the derelict. "Damn it, someone put a leash on her."
Cody and Harold were the next ones in, and the rest followed suit. Chris was right about the steps, because they kept breaking under their feet. Noah was stuck in-between a couple steps until Katie pulled him free. Heather broke a heel, and had to hobble up the stairs.
"Carry me, Trent?" she asked the musician as she plopped down on the third floor.
Gwen whirled around and glared at the back of Heather's head. Trent tried to tell her no, but she wasn't moving. Finally, the musician caved in and hoisted her onto his back; he tried to look apologetic to Gwen, but the goth girl was already off in a huff.
(Confession Cam - This isn't the stairway to heaven.)
Gwen - "I need to go back and apologize to Trent after all this. It wasn't his fault that witch was being difficult on purpose."
Heather - \She cooes and bats her eyes as she stares up at the ceiling.\ "Trent is so strong and well-formed. Gwen hon, if you ever see this, I want you to know how comfortable your boyfriend was."
At the roof, the sixteen campers headed across to the other side. DJ suddenly disappeared, as the floor gave out under him. He plummeted through each floor, loud crashing sounds as he slammed to the ground floor.
"Owww," DJ cried out after he hit the bottom. "Ooooo... well... I found a shortcut."
Tyler leaned over the side. "Hey buddy, we'll be down there to help you soon," he shouted. "Just don't move in case you hurt your spi-"
The floor of the already broken roof gave out under Tyler's feet, and he fell through the holes that DJ created. Everyone winced as they heard the brunette athlete landed right on the football player.
"Owwww," Tyler wailed. "I landed right on DJ's keys!"
The fourteen campers quickly ran down the roof, down to the fifth floor. Harold tripped on a loose floor board, hitting the dusty floor. Ezekiel's foot broke through the floor, Bridgette pulling him out but unfortunately tearing off his pant leg.
On the fourth floor, Beth slipped down the stairs, and knocked Izzy and Eva down, piling up at the bottom of the stair flight. Katie crashed through the boards and down on the third floor.
As Noah helped her back up when they all reached the third floor, the skinny BFFF let out a strained moan. "I hope my prom isn't like this."
"Well, at least it's better than the music they'll play," Noah remarked.
Duncan and Courtney were hacking up dust, Ezekiel was getting dizzy from running up and down the flights of stairs, and Trent was getting sweaty and ragged from carrying Heather.
When they finally reached the second floor, Gwen almost fell through the hole DJ and Tyler went through, but Cody managed to catch her. Izzy actually jumped down the hole, and began helping her partner up.
At the ground floor, all of the campers except a ragged Tyler were out the door; he insisted to Eva that he needed a couple more seconds to recover.
Chris watched as the scratched up, dusty, and woozy contestants ran through the front door, grinning wickedly. "You all look terrible," he giddily pointed out, clapping. "Well, most of you. Gwen, Cody, Noah, Bridgette, Duncan... you all look alright."
"Thank you," muttered Noah. "Remind me to never take a shortcut through an abandoned building again."
"Well, now that the three trials are done," Chris said as he headed over to the open door of the derelict building, "it's time for the moment you've all been waiting for!"
He began to swing the door closed, and Eva noticed Tyler was coming through the doorway. "No, wait," she shouted, "don't shut that doo-"
Too late. Chris swung the door shut, and it slammed right on the brunette athlete. His muffled cry of pain alerted the host, and he opened the door again. An unconscious Tyler toppled over out of the building.
"Oops," Chris stated. "Sorry, Eva, looks like I K.Oed your partner.
"Well then! Who's ready to share a slow dance and kiss their partner for the end of your prom?" he shouted, pumping his fists into the air.
Eva was trying to slap Tyler awake, but it was only making his face red with hand prints. Cody scratched the back of his head as he looked nervously at Gwen, who was still glaring at Heather. Trent finally let Heather down, and the ravenhair gave him a sly look as she thanked him.
(Confession Cam - Not exactly sitting in a tree...)
Gwen - "Well, here it comes. I have to kiss the boy who crushed on me while my boyfriend kisses the girl I hate more than anyone else on this world. It's official: God hates me."
Bridgette - "I really wish we didn't have to do this. Geoff, I miss you so much. Zeke is a good guy, but this is killing him. And, I'd rather be kissing you."
Harold - "My skills got me through the three trials alright, I think. It's up to Beth and I to do the best we can do. I can only hope my lip doesn't get stuck in her bracer again."
Duncan - "Folks at home, you know Courtney and I are the couple of this island. And hey, if my parole officer is watching this, consider how well I've been behaving so I can go to a real prom afterwards, k'kay?"
Eva - \She slaps her forehead.\ "Well... that's just great. The big finale, and my partner is unconscious. Like having my goalie M.I.A when the opposing team is ahead."
Trent - \He shakes his head in shame.\ "I really, really don't want to do this. Would Chris really throw me out of the contest if I refuse to kiss her?"
DJ - "Well, I've been lit on fire, drenched in the lake, and fell through five stories of a building. Literally, through the stories! But... there is an upside to this. My real prom will seem like a dream compared to this nightmare."
Noah - \He is reading a book before glancing at the camera.\ "It took forever for me to get in the confession cam because they were yammering for so long. So now I'm reading just to spite them."
(In cousin Pearl's house in western Canada.)
Pearl giggled as she watched Total Drama Comeback on her computer, the live-screening bringing her every detail. "Well, cousin Cody, you're on your own from now on. I won't hack the votes for the major win, you gotta earn that. Just give her that kiss you always wanted to."
She made a few kissing sounds, then let out a fake gag. "Kissing is icky, though. It's all older boys think about, I'll bet."
Part 3 coming soon. Reading this doesn't spite us, we love when you read.
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About the Challenges:
Red-Hot Carpet - Spoof of Are You Hot?, a show where the winner has to be the most physically attractive. \rolls eyes\
Swan Lake Swimming - Spoof of The Swan, a show where the contestants go through all kinds of surgery, mostly plastic, to become the most attractive. \rolls eyes again\
Abandoned Busted Model - Spoof of America's Next Top Model, a show where the winner is the best model. \rolls eyes more than Noah\
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You all are working up a lot of emotion. Like walking on a tight rope, it is. One false step, and I'll be in the water with the man-eating sharks. Please don't feed me to the man-eating sharks, people.
The next chapter is going to be quite long! Who do you people think is going to have the best kiss? The worst? Who's going to win and who's going to lose? Who'll be overjoyed, and who'll blow a fuse?