Yes! Finally! Trent's chapter! I've been waiting to type this chapter for a long time now! This is my favorite chapter by far, beside the ones with Cody, of course. I must warn you now though; this chapter has a lot of Spongebob references. A lot of them. And all of them are from the same episode too. In fact, the entire second half of this chapter is almost completely pointless. But it's still lots of fun. So read it anyways.
Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama Island. Or Spongebob.
WARNING: Those of you who, for some strange reason, hate Spongebob should not read the second half of this chapter. I didn't write it. My sister did.
Chapter 13: Trent (Whoo.)
Gwen was the perfect girl for me. She was intelligent, charming, unique, and caring. I respected her and understood her. I knew she wanted to be alone with Cody, so I respected her wishes and didn't bug her. I occasionally came to the tent to visit her and Cody, but that was it.
On the third day that Cody had been in the hospital, I was walking along with Harold and Ezekiel to the mess hall, when we passed by Chef and Chris.
"Chef, you haven't checked on those three in four days," Chris was saying. "Don't you think you ought to do something for them?"
"Yeah, I guess," Chef responded. He picked up some first-aid bags by his feet. "And they're also due fro a check up."
He looked at us we walked by and suddenly shoved the bags into our arms. "Here you go," Chef said. "Go give those three munchkins their check-ups."
"Can't you do it?" Harold wondered.
"Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! I'm too squeamish," he replied over his shoulder as he walked away.
Ezekiel and Harold looked at each other. "Uh, let us help you with that, eh?" Ezekiel called after Chef.
"Wait guys!" I called, "I can't do it! I'm squeamish too!" They groaned and looked at me. I held my pitiful "I'm squeamish" expression.
"Oh, all right," Harold moaned. I brightened.
"Thanks guys," I said, pushing the bags into their arms. "You're the best." Then I walked off towards the mess hall.
When I got there, I sat down next to Owen with a tray full of food. He stared at my plate hungrily. "Were you going to eat that?" he asked me.
"I was," I muttered as, without waiting for an answer, he scarped down everything on my plate. I sighed. "Hey Owen, can I ask you something?" I wondered, suddenly thinking of something.
"Sure, ask me anything!" he replied, enthusiastically, "I know the answer!"
"What would you do if the girl you loved, who loved you back, was also in love with someone else who loved her?" I asked.
Owen's smile faded as he stared at me. "Uh…" he said. "Hey look! A cuckoo bird!" He exclaimed suddenly, pointing.
I turned to look. "Where?" I wondered. Not seeing anything, I turned back. "Well there isn't-" but he was gone. "Owen?"
The next day I was walking down to the campfire pit and saw that DJ, Lindsey, Izzy, and Eva were already there. They were stacking sticks and large pieces of wood on a large pile. Curious, I walked over to them.
"What are you guys doing?" I asked them.
"We're collecting wood for a bonfire tonight," Izzy replied, rapidly. "We're gonna set it on fire and burn stuff!"
"It was Lindsey's idea," Eva added in a grouchy tone, "But apparently she's too weak to collect wood herself, so she needed our help."
"That," said Lindsey, "and I might get a splinter! That would not be cool."
I decided to help them collect extra wood and logs for us to sit on around the campfire. Tyler joined me and together, we carried heavy pieces of wood back to the pile. As we searched, we got closer and closer to the hospital tent. Eventually, I couldn't avoid any longer.
"Tyler, can you take this back?" I wondered. "There's someone I want to check on." Tyler nodded and started dragging the large piece of wood back to the pit. I was kind of grateful that he couldn't speak, so he couldn't ask any questions. I walked over to the tent and went inside.
Noah was lying in his bed with his back turned towards the entrance. Duncan was messing with a slinky (who knows where that came from). Cody had his eyes closed and was breathing peacefully, all traces of poison gone. Gwen sat by his side, gently stroking his hair. She hadn't noticed my arrival yet.
I walked over to Gwen and lightly tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around quickly. "Trent!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you," I replied, "and Cody. It looks like he's doing better."
She turned to look at the sleeping boy. "Yeah, he is," she said. "The poison is almost all gone from his body."
"That's good," I said, nodding. "Also, I wanted to tell you something."
"What?" she wondered.
I hesitated. I wanted to tell her how I felt, but suddenly I couldn't. So I told her something else.
"Um, we're all having a bonfire tonight, and we really want you guys to come," I told her. Gwen frowned.
"Who's we?" she asked.
"The rest of the campers and I," I replied. "You guys don't really want to stay in here all the time, do you?"
"Actually," Noah called over his shoulder. "I do."
I ignored him. "So what do you say?" I wondered. "We would really like you guys to come."
Gwen sighed and glanced at Cody, obviously wondering if he would be able to make it. Eventually she decided. "All right Trent, we'll come," she promised.
I grinned, pleased.
"I told you, I don't want to go to the bonfire," Noah complained as I supported him, walking towards the campfire pit. Gwen supported Cody, and Duncan had insisted that he could walk on his own.
"Oh stop complaining," I said to Noah. "Would you rather stay in that drafty old tent alone?"
"Yes," he muttered.
"Where Heather could come in and try to talk to you?" Gwen added. Noah didn't reply as he stared at the ground. I guessed he didn't really like Heather. But then again, no one really did.
When we got to the pit, everyone was already there. The only one missing was Heather, but I didn't know if anyone invited her.
Gwen sat down, supporting Cody as he sat down next to her. I did the same with Noah, as I sat on the other side of Gwen. Beth slid over next to Cody. He flinched away from her slightly.
As we were passing around sticks and the marshmallow bag, I suddenly heard someone approaching behind me. I heard Lindsey softly grumble to herself, "Oh great."
"What are you losers doing?" Heather demanded from behind me. I turned around and Noah groaned.
"Hi Heather!" I greeted. "Want to sit at the bonfire with us?"
"Absolutely not!" she snapped. "I'm going back to my cabin to go get some sleep." With that, she started to storm away.
"Okay. Well have fun inside!" I called. (A/N: Those of you who have seen this episode know where this is going…) Then I turned back to fire, the others looking truly relieved. I opened my mouth to speak when I was interrupted.
"Wait a minute!" Heather snapped, coming back. "I see what you guys are doing!"
"What?" Ezekiel wondered, confused.
"You guys think your little 'have fun inside' challenge is going to make me come camping with you losers!" Heather snarled. "Well that is never going to happen! So get used to it!"
"Okay," I said, calmly. "Have fun inside!"
"THAT'S IT! I'M IN!" Heather screamed. Then she ran back to the cabin to get some things.
"Heather's going to come camping with us!" I told the others, enthusiastically. I must say, no one looked nearly as excited as I did.
"Now I'll show you how a real outdoorsman does it," Heather said, coming back and sitting down next to Noah, who groaned louder. "I suppose you guys are will stir up some rocks and twigs."
"We have marshmallows," I told her.
"Just like the astronauts eat!" Cody added.
Heather glared at us as I leaned over her and took the marshmallow bag from Ezekiel. Then I put my hand in front of my mouth. "Krsh! Trent to Cody, do you read me? Over," I said.
Grinning wildly, Cody copied me. "Krsh! Cody to Trent, I read you. Over," he replied.
"Krsh! Trent to Cody," I said, "I like going 'Krsh!' Over!"
"Krsh! Cody to Trent! Krsh! Me too!" he announced. Then we started "Krsh"ing back and forth as Heather glared into the fire and Gwen hid her face in her hands.
Finally I said, "Krsh! Trent to Cody, help yourself, over!" I offered the marshmallow bag to him.
"Yummy!" he exclaimed. He took a marshmallow and shoved it into his mouth. "Cody to Trent, the deliciousness had landed!"
"Well you 'astronauts' eat your marshmallows," Heather growled. "I'm going to have a can of Swedish Meatballs. Just as soon as I can get my can opener."
"But Heather," I said, stopping her. "Didn't you take a can opener when you hiked out here?"
"Why would I bother?" she wondered, "We're like, fifty feet from the cabins."
"But we're at a bonfire," I pointed out. "It just doesn't seem to fit the campfire spirit."
"Pretty weenie," Ezekiel added.
"All right," Heather snapped. "Give me a marshmallow." She snatched the bag from me and put a marshmallow on her stick and Ezekiel did the same. He stuck it into the fire and it instantly caught on fire. He screamed and blew it out, but it splattered on Heather's face. Annoyed, she wiped her face and Ezekiel put another marshmallow on his stick. When it caught on fire again, Heather quickly dodged as he blew on it. She snickered, but then it suddenly slapped her in the back of the head.
We all sat awkwardly for a minute, not speaking or conversing, fearing the assassin. Finally, I sighed.
"Come on guys," I said, trying to be cheerful. "Just because there's a crazed assassin after us doesn't mean we can't just sit around the campfire and sing some good old fashioned campfire songs!" I took out my guitar and put the strap around my neck. I started playing. "I call this one," I told the others, "the Campfire song song."
Then I started singing. "Let's gather around the campfire and sing our campfire song! Our c-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song!" At this point, Ezekiel started rocking back and forward, grabbing Heather's arm and forcing her to do the same. "And if you don't think that we can sing it faster than you're wrong. But it'll help if you just sing along!"
"Bum, bum, bum!" Ezekiel chanted.
"Trent, you're not going to-" Gwen started.
"C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song!" I sung, three times as fast as before as Ezekiel desperately tried to keep up. "C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song! And if you don't think that we can sing it faster then you're wrong! But it'll help if you just sing along! C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song! Ezekiel!" I pointed at him.
"Song! C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e!" he desperately chanted.
"Heather!" I called, pointing to her. She glared at me. "Good!" I said. "It'll help! It'll help if you just sing along!" I wrapped up the song. Then, out of mood of the song or just sheer stupidity, I slammed my guitar on the ground. "Oh yeah!"
Gwen was hiding her face in her arms now. She was trying to pretend she didn't know me. Heather glared into the fire and Cody gave me a weak smile.
"Now wasn't that relaxing?" I asked everyone, who were all staring at me with wide eyes.
"No," Heather snarled, "That wasn't at all relaxing." Then she stood up, brushed herself off, and strode away, grumbling about how that had been a waste of time.
Heh heh. I am very pleased with this one. I did add a few lines to this one when I thought necessary, but not too much to change the story. Maybe Trent and Cody likes to watch Spongebob or something. Doesn't matter, it's still fun.
So who else found themselves singing along with Trent's song? Please don't tell me that I was the only one.
Please read and review, other wise my shadow will tell you who wins Total Drama Action. Trust me, he has his sources…