Author's Note

I DON'T OWN TOTAL DRAMA

Geezuz Louisis! I am SOOOOOOO sorry about not writing in… um… forever. I've just been really busy and stuff. But sorry for the excuses and here's chapter 4!

June 18th- Getting Ready

Gwen's P.O.V.

I open my eyes and see light seeping in through my window. Last night was one of the few nights I've been able to sleep without the nightmares in a very long time. I push my blanket off of me and sit up. I stand up and walk over to my window. It's a beautiful day outside: the sun is shining and the lake is a perfect shade of blue. Today is the perfect day for a date. A date with Trent. I smile to myself. A date seems almost impossible to me recently. But there's something different about this date… it seems almost easy.

I walk away from my window and head for the door. On my way out, I see the clock. Wow, it's already 9:30 a.m. I walk out of my room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. My mom is standing there, almost expecting me. I grab a mug from one of the cabinets and poor some coffee into it.

"Look who finally decided to wake up." She gives me a curious look. "Did you sleep okay? Are you still mad at me?"

"No, I'm not mad at you." I'm being honest with her. After last night, I can't really be mad at anything. "And I didn't have any nightmares last night."

"I didn't think you would," I take a sip of my coffee. "After what happened last night with Trent."

I almost choke on my coffee. "Um… what are you talking about?"

"You think I didn't hear the rocks hitting the window and the splashing?"

"Uh…" I desperately search my mind for some kind of excuse. "I can… um… explain it."

"So what time is your date?"

I sigh. "He didn't say." Why is she so good at being a mom?

"Do you have anything nice to wear?"

"… No."

"Then we'll go out and get something for you from the second hand store after breakfast"

"We can't go to the mall?"

"There is no mall in the Ozarks. Now go get your brother. He's been outside for the past half hour."

"Ugh, fine." I grab my coffee and walk out to the boat dock. I see my brother standing at the edge of the dock, looking out at the water. Out on the water I see a tall blonde girl water skiing. I walk up behind him, making sure he doesn't hear me.

"You're drooling." I say to him. He jumps so much, he almost falls into the water.

"Why did you do that?" Adam turns around and gives me the "WTF?" look.

"You realize she's probably twice your age, at least. And it would probably never happen regardless."

"You can't let a fourteen year old dream?" He looks back out. "Holy shit, why are they coming towards us?"

"Hey, language!" I look out and see the boat pulling the blonde come towards us. The blonde jumps off her skis and swims to our dock.

"She obviously noticed me and wants to talk to me." Adam smiles proudly in my direction.

"You're funny." I tussle his hair as the blonde gets out of the water using our ladder. She looks familiar, and her face strikes a chord in my head.

"Hey guys. Sorry I used your dock and stuff, but I noticed you watching me and I recognized you. So I thought I'd stop by and say hi." Adam and I give the blonde a puzzled look. "You don't remember me, do you?"

"No… I don't." I smile politely to make sure I don't seem rude.

"I'm Natalie. Natalie Greenland? We used to hang out as kids when you guys came here for the summer. We were best friends, Gwen. And of course I remember you, Adam." She flashes a perfect white smile at us. That smile… I remember her now. We played together when we were kids. We were best friends. But she changed since when I last saw her; she got taller, tanner, skinnier, and her boobs came in. Now, Natalie is the perfect girl.

"Yeah, I remember you, Natalie. It's been years. Has your family been living here all along?"

"We loved it so much, we decided to move here. Adam, you've grown up since I last saw you. You got taller and it looks like you've got some muscle to you." Natalie smiles at Adam and his face gets bright red.

"W-Well…" he stutters. "The years have done you well, too." He chuckles awkwardly.

"Still as dorky as ever." Natalie tussles his hair, just like I did earlier. "Well I should be going. Sorry to intrude on your time. Gwen, we'll have to hang out sometime."

"Yeah, that sounds great. And you were no trouble."

"Okay! I'll see you guys later." Natalie hops back into the water and swims out to the boat. She puts her skis back on and waves to us as she skis away.

"She's not half my age. She's as old as you. There's a chance!"

"Okay, have fun with that." I leave my brother to dream on the dock. I get to my backyard when I see Trent come out from his house next door. Of course he looks gorgeous in his red plaid boxers and white t-shirt. I look down at myself. A cami and pajama pants and my gross hair in pigtails… I think Trent wins the pajama round this morning.

"Hey Gwen. What time should I pick you up today?" He walks over from his yard to mine.

"Um… I guess… I don't know actually. What time do you think?"

"How about you eat a light lunch and I'll pick you up around one?"

"Yeah, that sounds good." I smile at him, realizing I need to get moving. "Okay well I gotta get ready… and… stuff."

"Okay," Trent moves closer to me. "I'll see you later." He kisses me on the cheek and walks back to his house. I smile as I walk back into the kitchen.

"Well aren't you two cute?" My mother smiles at me and hands me an apple. "Eat this and we'll head out once you're ready. One o'clock, right?"

"Creep much?" I take the apple and walk back up to my room. I fall on my bed and start fan-girling. I've never been so excited for a date.

I get up and pick out a t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. I get dressed and wolf down my apple. I run downstairs and into the kitchen.

"That was fast. You ready to go?"

"Yeah," I say as I toss my apple core in the garbage. The clock on the wall says its 10:15 a.m. "Let's get going!"

We walk to the front door. I slip my flip flops on and we head out to the car.

XxXxXxX

"Oh, Gwendolyn, I like this one. It's very pretty." My mom holds up a dress to show me.

"Ew, mom, it's gross. It's pink and it has ruffles and it's sparkly."

"Really… I thought it was a winner." I give my mother puzzled look. "Fine. What do you have."

I hold up a purple dress with a black sash in the middle. I look at the tag and it says it's from American Eagle. It's my size and only ten dollars. "If you don't like this one, I'm buying it myself."

"Try it on, let's see how it looks."

I take the dress over to the dressing room and go inside. After I lock the door I take off my clothes and put the dress on. It's perfect. It's a nice color and it fits me perfectly. I take the dress off and put my clothes on. I walk out of the dressing room to my mom.

"It's perfect. I'm buying it."

"You didn't even let me see it on you. Put it on again and show me."

"No, mom, I already know it's perfect."

My mom sighs. "Fine. But you're buying it."

"Fine by me."

XxXxXxX

When we're home, I shower and curl my hair once it's dry. I put on my nicest push-up bra and put the dress on. The clock on my desk says 12:45 p.m. I only have a few minutes, so I grab my makeup bag and head into the bathroom. I flip the switch that turns on the lights over the mirror. It takes me the next ten minutes to do all of my makeup perfectly. The last thing I do before heading out is put my grandmother's earrings in; the earrings she gave me a few months before she died. My grandmother married her high school sweet heart and had a happy marriage so I'm hoping her earring will give me good luck. Not that I want to marry Trent or anything, but… happy relationships… and… stuff.

I go into my dad's art studio and look at the painting he made of me. I smile, remembering he loves me no matter what. He was always so cool and collected, and I'm hoping he'll rub off on me. I walk back to my room. Midnight is curled in a ball, sleeping in my bed. I grab my phone and put it in the pockets my dress has. Everything is better with pockets. I slip on a pair of black flats. I stare at myself in my full length mirror, getting one last look at myself. My hair is curved perfectly, framing my face and highlighting the dyed part of my hair perfectly. The earrings are perfect with the perfect dress. Everything is going to be perfect… especially Trent. I head downstairs to see my mom and Tom waiting for me.

"Gwendolyn, please let me get a picture of you."

"Mom, it's just a date. Calm down."

"If it's just a date, why did you take so much time to get ready?" Tom punches my arm.

"Ew, get out of here Tom." I say jokingly. I hear a car horn coming from outside. "Well, that's my ride."

"But honey, my picture!"

"Oh sorry, mom," I say opening the front door. "Maybe later… or maybe never." I head through the door and see Trent sitting in the front seat of an old, rusty pick-up truck. Oh yeah, this is gonna be a good date.

End Chapter Four

Note 1—Sorry no date this chapter. I got to the dress part and it seemed like a lot for one chapter for how much I wanted in the date chapter. BUT DON'T WORRY. Date chapter is next time. I PROMISE!

Note 2—Weekend updates probably will not happen because I'm simultaneously lazy and busy. But I will try my best!

Note 3—Thanks for reading! 3