I decided to continue it. Sorry if it's not that good.

I also am now telling the fic in Gwen's brother's POV, since it's easier than saying "Gwen's brother", "the boy with the hat", "stranger", "he" (especially at times when you could mistaken "he" for Cody), etc. It sucks not knowing his name!

Also, I've never been to Niagara Falls, so I really don't know if there are parks around it or if there are rest areas nearby. This fic just assumes that there are, and if there really aren't, then consider the park fictional.

Total Drama Island © Fresh TV

-X-

I washed my face and stared at the mirror, thinking about the conversation I had earlier with that dude that likes my sister… Cody. I had to think for a moment to remember his name – he wasn't on the show very long, so I hadn't paid that much attention, and he had to remind me what his name was during our talk.

He seemed like a nice guy. It's a shame that his classmates don't treat him well. I mean, c'mon: he was on TV.

Well, I hear that after high school popularity doesn't really matter anymore. I hope he gets a break then.

I thought back to how depressed he seemed before I first walked up to him. I didn't even know who he was, or what his problem was, but being a guy who has been depressed before (as well as being a brother to someone who has been depressed before), I felt that I needed to help the guy out.

When I found out who the guy really was, I… well… it felt like some sort of sign, really. I mean, what are the odds that I would meet my sister's… "fanboy" (I found "stalker" to be a tad too much – something you wouldn't call him if you sat down and talked with him like I did) on this trip? I had a feeling that it was all planned out by the Big Man Upstairs.

I was drying my face off with a paper towel when I suddenly heard someone behind me say my name. I turned, expecting to find one of my classmates.

Instead, I found Cody.

"Hey, man. Thanks again for that talk we had earlier."

"Uh, yeah… no problem… Say, you didn't follow me into the restroom just to say thanks again, did you?"

The gap-tooth geek chuckled. "Nah, I just have to pee and you just happen to be in here."

"Ah. Then go pee; what are you waiting for?"

The boy nodded and walked up to one of the urinals. I shook my head and left the restroom. As I felt the cool breeze blowing across my face, I came to the realization that there may be more to this sign than I thought. I just ran into him again – was it just a coincidence, or did I only just scratch the tip of the iceberg with what I was meant to do?

So, to make sure, I decided to stand outside the rest area and wait for Cody to… finish his business. I whistled as I waited, and leaned up against the wall between the two doors marked with the classic male and female stick figures.

When he did leave the "little boy's room", he seemed somewhat surprised to see me waiting for him. "Uh… hey…"

I put my hands in my pockets. "So, was there anything you did want to ask about Gwen?"

He obviously didn't take my suggestion seriously, as he started laughing. When he realized I was serious though, he stopped. "Um… I don't know what to ask."

"Well, anything that won't result in me punching you in the face is a good place to start," I replied with a smirk.

Cody nodded and thought to himself for a moment. "Let's see… How… How is she doing?"

A short pause followed, and I ended it with a "That it?"

"No…"

I chuckled. "She's doing alright, actually."

"Trent treating her well?" he seemed to ask quite quickly. Protective type, huh? I don't blame him. I was quite protective of my sister when she first came home with that guy. After he left her buried alive, I wasn't quite sure what to think about him anymore. No matter how many times he won her back, I couldn't trust someone like that, at least not right away. But after a while, I accepted it – who am I to judge my sister's taste in men?

"Uh… dude?"

That snapped me out of my thoughts. "Uh, yeah, I think so. I haven't been hearing her complain all that much about it." A sly thought found its way into my brain. "Why do you ask?"

His face flushed. "Uh… I just wanted to make sure she's happy."

"So, it has nothing to do with the fact that you still like her?"

He sighed. "Well, I'm not going to try anything, if that's what you're implying. I don't even know where she lives – er, you live."

"Why not?"

He gave me a weird look – one that said "Are you serious?" Silence followed, and Cody decided to explain. "Look, I know this is going to sound weird, but Gwen means a lot to me, and… and I know that she doesn't want to be with me, so I respect her wishes."

I was shocked to hear that. To tell you the truth, during that episode where they showed the voted-off cast members at the Playa des Losers, when I heard the things this guy was saying to the camera, I couldn't help but think that there was some possibility that he was only saying those things because the camera was on him. Of course, I didn't want to think that, but you never know. And now that I knew it was actually true (and I could tell now that I was talking to him face-to-face, unless he was a reeeeeeally good liar), I couldn't help but feel for this poor dude. He really did care about my sister.

I thought about Trent again and how he left Gwen buried alive. Now, like I said before: who am I to judge my sister? But I couldn't help but think of what it would be like if she didn't end up with Trent – if she ended up with Cody instead.

But I shrugged it off. Gwen was happy now anyway (at least according to my knowledge). If anything, her being with Cody would either make her just as happy, or less happy. I wasn't sure which it would be, and I really hated to think about Gwen's love life. I'm her brother – why should I care who she likes?

I knew the answer, though. Just like Cody, I didn't want her to get hurt either.

"That's cool, man," I finally said, realizing the silence was getting a little too long and awkward. Another thought occurred to me. "You know, if she really knew this side of you, maybe she'd see you in a different light."

"She doesn't need to see this side of me, though," he replied. "She has Trent."

"True," I said, somewhat giving in, "but I'm sure she'd like to see it anyway. Who knows? Maybe you'll get to hang out with her and stuff."

His face brightened up. "You think she'd want to hang out with me?"

I was about to shrug, but I thought of a better way to answer his question. I pulled out my cell phone. "Why don't we ask her?"

I watched his eyes widen – I'm not going to lie; it amused me. "Are you serious?"

"What, do I strike you as someone who isn't serious?" I asked.

"…Huh?"

"Well maybe I should just put this away…"

"Wait…"

I grinned. This was too easy.

"…I…I just want to talk to her again…"

I nodded. "Sure, bro." I opened up the cell phone and pushed the speed dial for Gwen's cell phone.