Author's First Note -
Thank you everyone who actually read this far into my story, it means a lot to me it really does. I got one review for my last chapter and I'm hoping to get at least one more, come on guys I believe in you. I'm cool with getting criticism it's the only way I'll know what I'm doing wrong and what I should improve on, I know this isn't my best writing for a story I wrote, although if you could find a way to phrase your criticism in a way that doesn't make me want to kill myself that would be awesome. Well thanks again, you guys are the best, well the best in compression to all my other readers, which is zero. Oh, and if you're upset that it's short make your screen slimmer and it'll be a little longer, I wrote this in word and it was about four pages long, which is still short but what can you do.

Duncan paced back and forth in his living room, the letter from Total Drama that pestered his thoughts lay- not even close to forgotten- on the coffee table. Walking back over to the letter and picking it up rather roughly, Duncan read it, yet again, and his gaze found it's to the series of numbers written towards the bottom titled 'Chris's Personal Number'. There was more than a small urge to dial the number and give Chris more than a few choice words, but, unfortunately, even Duncan saw that that would do him no good. The only way to get out of a situation like this was to use charisma and cunning, something Duncan had been forced to learn the hard way.

Pulling out his cell phone, Duncan dialed the number from the small piece of paper which would link him to the person that he wanted to talk to. There was no way that Duncan would let Chris smooth talk his way through this one, not the way he had in the past. The steady sound of the ringing coming from the phone was something that Duncan had almost forgotten he would hear, fully expecting Chris to be waiting for his call and not even letting the phone finish its first ring. But in any case, it did.

Ring... Ring... Ring

For some reason there was something wrong with the idea that Chris would let a phone ring this long, surely he had some kind of maid or butler just to answer the phone. Duncan was slightly put off by this course of events but not enough to sway his still growing anger. If anything this wouldn't last too much longer.

Ring... Ring... Ring...

Okay, now Duncan was starting to lose his patience, not something that was entirely hard to do but by no means was it an intelligent thing to do. 'If this phone rings so much as one more time I'm going to lose it, no questions asked,' Duncan thought as he waited for the next ringing sound to be heard. If this took any longer than there was a good chance that Duncan would simply hang up the phone and be done with it.

Ring...Ring... Rin-Click-

"Hello," came a voice that in no way could have been Chris, it was too old.

"Yes, hello, is Chris McLean there?" Duncan said, trying to keep his rage under control, after all it wasn't this man's fault he had been waiting for so long, for all Duncan cared it had been Chris's fault.

"And whom shall I tell 'the master' is calling?" the old man asked, Duncan only assumed he was Chris's butler.

"This is Duncan Nelson," was all he could say before the butler started talking again.

"Very good sir, it should only take a moment," and with that said Duncan heard the recognizable sound of a phone being placed on wood, meaning the phone had been put down so the Butler could go and get Chris.

Duncan could hear shuffling on the other end of the phone as though a lot of people were moving around. Was Chris throwing a party? No, there wasn't nearly enough noise in the background. Was Chris redecorating? This being Chris it was entirely possible, after all the man had an ego the size of Alaska and more than enough money to do whatever he wanted. Duncan hated to admit it but Chris was a business genius; natural charisma, a knack for contract wording, uncanny knowledge of how to manipulate a loophole, and boyish good looks, they really did help in the business.

"What up, my peeps?" Chris almost shouted into the receiver with that near childlike enthusiasm, which got more annoying by the second coming from a fully grown man.

"Let's just say that 'what's up' is about to come down hard, ya got me," Duncan was finally able to let loose, though only slightly. Duncan would have to control himself for the rest of the conversation; there was no telling what Chris had up his sleeve to control the former-punk.

"Duncan! How have you been?" was Chris really interested or was he simply trying to get Duncan to let his guard down, it wouldn't be the first time Chris had pulled a fast one over on Duncan. "I've heard that you've really moved up the entertainment ladder," the strange thing was that Chris really did sound interested in what Duncan had to say.

No, Duncan could not be pulled in by what Chris had to say, despite how childish Chris acted all the time he was a very good actor, he had earned a very good portion of his wealth himself, much to the dismay of most cast mates from Total Drama. One of the first things Duncan checked out once he had gotten into the business was Chris, he had been very surprised about Chris's past and by how astonishingly famous he really was, everywhere besides the North American regions.

Chris had been born in Newfoundland but moved at an early age to Australia and got into acting almost immediately, and from there the rest was history. Although he had gotten very famous in Australia, Europe, Asia, South America, and, surprisingly, Africa he was almost unheard of anywhere near Canada or the United States. It didn't help that his first movie was little more than mediocre and from then on America didn't want to see very much Chris McLean, and went on to do a series of reality shows in Canada.

"Whatever Chris, what is this whole thing about anyway?" Duncan was already getting tired of this brief conversation with Chris and wanted more than anything to simply hang up, but unfortunately he still needed some questions answered.

Fortunately, Chris was more than in the mood to help Duncan. "It's a reunion of the most popular people from the Total Drama days. There was no doubt that we had to get you back, after all you are the guy who bagged two of the hottest contestants." Chris was being very forward with his answers, which was not something Chris did very often. "And besides, it was in your first contract you signed, so you're legally obligated to attend and participate in all events, whether you like it or not," there was the 'Chris' Duncan remembered and preferred not to think about.

Duncan knew what could happen when you broke a contract, even when you signed the contract a long time ago. He had seen people lose everything when they didn't keep their end of a contract. He didn't want that to happen to him. "Okay, I'll be there," Duncan didn't want to do this, not now not ever again but sometimes you have to do what you have to do.

"Awesome, I can't wait to see you, ya little rascal," there were definitely moments when Chris couldn't be beaten in enthusiasm, although he was never this happy without good reason. Something was up. "Did you get the plane tickets with the invitation?"

"Yeah, I got'em," Duncan had indeed gotten the tickets, first class tickets in fact, in the invitation. The contents of the envelope in questions didn't exactly seem like an envelope, it seemed more like the contents for someone who had been invited and had gladly accepted. This wasn't an invitation, it was as close to an order as the network would get. Duncan didn't really like that.

"Great! I'll see you tomorrow," was all Chris said before the familiar sound of a phone being hung up met his ears. Duncan wasn't quite sure how to respond to this, had Chris said tomorrow? There was no way Chris could possibly expect for him to be there tomorrow. The flight there would take at least a few hours, the show was in Canada. Looking at the tickets he had received from the damned envelope that they came in, Duncan was horrified to find out that not only was it tomorrow but the plane would take off in about two hours. It didn't look like Duncan would be getting much sleep.

Thanks again, anyone who is reading this is automatically awesome, even if you didn't read the story. I'm a huge fan of Total Drama: World Tour, much to the dismay of my roommate. He doesn't watch a lot of cartoons. So, if you got something to say about my story please feel free to review, praise is just as accepted as criticism, I gotta be told what you don't like so I can fix what needs fixin'. You know? Well, I skipped my college math class to post this, don't worry I have an 'A' in that class, although I still need to work on my Sociology homework, damn. Well, thanks again, you are all the best and I'll say it one more time, please review. Talk to you next time, which might be in about two months.