A/N: Sorry, for taking long people. I hope you all like the new chapter – I just managed to finish it, this is actually the first chapter that I finished in two days. :] Many thanks to all my reviewers especially Kelsica2 (A.K.A Themightypen on dA) She helped me with a lot in this story, so everyone go flood her with some TRINDSAY LURVE. :D
But, anyways, at the bottom of this chapter is the chosen chicas just to be sure. So I hope you all enjoy.
Total Drama Island and Trent belong to their rightful owners.
All of the bachelorettes belong to their rightful owners.
Enjoy! :)
Chapter One:
Trish stands outside of a large mansion that towered over her, it was at least two-stories high and the windows were decorated with intricate, unique designs. There was one large, Cherry wood door was kept closed as the path leading towards the large mansion was made from cobblestone and was neatly tiled. Trish was clad in a blue peasant blouse that previously had long sleeves which were now ripped off (it slightly slid off her shoulder and revealed a rounded shoulder), she also had a short dark denim skirt underneath were cropped black leggings, oddly enough she had roller-skates covering her feet.
"Hiya, everyone! I'm back with twelve chicks ready to meet me older brother, Trent!" She announced, throwing her hands into the air and wobbling on the skates clutching onto the fence, laughing nervously. "My best friend Kate and I made a deal if I could go through this whole meeting, she'll give me twenty bucks and her whole jewelry box full of priceless jewelry! But, I know none of you can care about that—oh! I see a limo coming!"
A shiny, stainless limo stopped in front of the mansion and a young girl stepped out (not before tipping the chauffeur), she took both of her bags out and placed them on the sidewalk as the limo drove away. The first young girl stood at exactly 5'3 and she had a Caucasian skin tone, her light brunette hair cascaded down to her back and was fashioned into a low ponytail, one single piece dangles down along the side of her pale face. She also had piercing green eyes that were one of the most noticeable things about her whole appearance. She was sporting a white blouse with the sleeves pushed a few inches above her elbows, a navy blue sweater vest was on top of that, and she had a lighter blue pleated skirt with matching ballet flats.
"Welcome, Kendra Stone!" Trish greeted, somehow managing to skate over to the professional-looking girl. She held in her arm a folder stuffed with dozens of papers, she clasped onto the handle of her bags somehow able to juggle all three of the items and she smiled when she reached the musician's sister, she pushed the folder under one of her arm's and extended her free arm, still smiling.
"Hello, Ms. McFord. It is nice to meet you as you know already, my name is Kendra Stone. But, you may call me Kendra." Kendra advised as she shook the hostess' hand. "Did I get here on time it was exactly seven thirty in the morning when I had left. We were supposed to get here at eight, right?"
"Yep, true 'dat. You are exactly on time, nice." She admitted as Kendra's smile merely grown wider as Trish still clenched onto the fence, she fished out a stack of room card keys – holding them in a similar gesture to a magician. "Pick a card, any card." Kendra paused for a moment and had laid her slender finger onto one of the cards golden cards (seeing as they were all different color, there was no blues, unfortunately) and she looked at it as Trish responded. "Hey, were you like going to school or something? Because you have something on that looks similar to a uniform."
Completely unfazed by the question. She answered. "It happens to be my uniform… but I find it so neat and professional, I wear it many times outside of school."
Trish nodded her head as Kendra walked inside the mansion, twisting the door knob and entering before properly shutting the door.
Another limo pulled up in front of Trish who still stood by the fence, one slender, long leg was first out followed by another. Finally, a girl stepped out with a designer bag in her hands, she had her fiery red hair in thick curls and green eyes, and she was tall, thin, and tan, she had full red lips. She was wearing a tight red shirt which exposed her stomach and tight blue jeans that revealed her dozens of curves.
Her piercing eyes were narrowed as she went in front of the hostess. "And… aren't you going to welcome me with something cheesy? I'm waiting."
She waved perkily with a forced smile, shoving a silver key card into her hand and pushing her towards the door. "Hi, Nicole! Bye, Nicole!"
Nicole strutted like a model down the path; she peered over her shoulders and flipped her curls back, snarling bitterly. "I've better have my own caterer, a walk-in closet, and pillow candies in my room. If I don't… get to it."
She opened the door and slammed it as she shut it behind her. Trish smiled to herself as she leaned back onto the fence with trembling legs. "Ahaha. She wishes… only my room has those things."
As she felt an annoying tap on her shoulder, her eyes were caught in one's of a hyper blonde. The girl had dirty blonde that was cut to her shoulders and pulled into a high ponytail, she stood at 5'6'' and she had hazel colored eyes. She was clad in a white hoodie with a baby blue tank top underneath, short grey shorts, and blue and black plaided flip-flops. She was wearing a black choker carrying a cat bell.
Before Trish could greet her, she screamed. "Hey there, my name is Max! I actually was nearly late for my school bus once so I had to hitch-hike on this ice cream truck! I thought it would bring me to my school but it went nearly three cities away! So I was wayyyyy late! When I told my teacher that story she gave me detention for skipping her class! Cool, right?!"
Trish slowly nodded. "Umm… yeah." She handed her a light green card key as Max took it in her mouth instead of her hand, she grinned. "I… think you should go meet the other two girls… they say when you dump a pitcher of lemonade onto a girl with red curls and green eyes. That you get brownie points with Trent."
Max's eyes widened until they were the size of saucers. "Really?! How ironic it is that I have one in my bag! Thanks, Trisha!"
She dashed off as Trish shouted. "It's Trish!"
"Whatever!" Before she also slammed the door, a few moments later there was a shrill screech and a loud fit of giggles, Trish smiled to herself as their was a rustling of leaves and apparently someone climbed down the tree, un-surprisingly it was another female. She had pin-straight, long black hair that was slightly curled at the tips; she also had large onyx eyes with cinnamon colored skin. She had a lean yet curvy figure and a medium-sized chest, a few freckles spotted her heart-shaped face and she had thin eyebrows, full lips, and long legs. She was sporting a pair of faded blue shorts, a white tank top and a light blue and white plaid thin shirt (its hems were tied into a knot), a white cowboy hat paired off with a black feather was perched on her head. A brown belt was fastened around her waist and matching cowboy boots covering her feet, an animal quartz necklace was hung around her neck.
"Do… I have to ask?" Trish inquired, an eyebrow rose in confusion.
"No. There's no need, I doubt you'll have any interest in it, anyways." The girl stated bluntly, completely unfazed by the action, Trish said;
"You know me so well, Inola." Trish said, grinning. "But… yet… when my little sis was two she was meaner, so… eh." She tossed the cinnamon-skinned girl a keycard; she simply caught it and smiled sarcastically. "Head inside, sweetheart. I'll be in like a moment."
Inola laughed and rolled her eyes. "What am I your two-year old sister? You might as well tell me to wear a helmet when I climb trees." She said with another laugh before heading inside, leaving the door slightly open – Kendra poked her head through the doorway, looking side-to-side before shutting it.
Trish rolled her eyes, mocking the recent newcomer. "What am I your two year old sister?" She mocked, scoffing. "Yeah, you wish. I spoil her rotten – she should get herself a make-over." She took a step forward or rather slid as she had forgotten she had roller-skates on, she wobbled to the ground landing face-first into a clump of dirt. One skate fell off her foot as her legs were in the air slightly, she spit out a clump of dirt.
"Cut…" She murmured before throwing her arm around limply.
The camera finally cut back to the inside of the mansion, many beanbags and a few neat couches and love-seats were mostly crowding the room. Inola was sitting on one of the blue-and-red striped beanbags, Max was talking Kendra's ear off who politely listened with a smile and a nod. While Nicole was sitting on a love-seat, her curls soaked and hung up in a messy-up do, she was scowling angrily and looked at Max with a piercing glare that could break glass.
She cocked her head to the side in a childish gesture, pointing her chin up with a huff.
The door had slowly and soft swung open… a few were shocked to see who was in the doorframe it was the one and only… Trent. In his strong arms was the one-and-only Trish, one arm was hooked around his neck loosely; the other was in her lap. She whimpered in pain as he continued to walk towards a love seat that wasn't taken, he softly placed his younger sister there.
She had two scratches on her rosy cheeks as she shut her eyes tightly; she was barefoot and sighed tiredly. Trent sat at the edge, running a single finger through her knotted locks. "Last time I carried you Trish… you were lighter."
She opened one eye lazily – it was narrowed. "Say that again and I'll spit on you." She shut her eye again and shook his hand away.
Trent sighed as the girls were still in complete silence; he managed to stifle a few chuckles. "Hey, everyone. Sorry, for the wait—"
"Trent! I have three freckles on my arms and two on my cheeks, wanna see?!" Max screeched randomly from her seat next to Kendra (the brunette flinched and slightly moved a seat away), Inola snickered dryly.
"Oh, yeah… he definitely wants to see them." She spat sarcastically, the crazy blonde didn't catch the sarcasm and began to point imperiously to the ones on her cheeks as she pushed up her sleeves and counted each and every one. "I didn't mean that, literally."
Max didn't manage to catch it as she shouted back to Trent. "Cool, right?!"
He nodded slowly with one wide eye. "Yeah… sure."
Max pounded a victorious fist in the air and jabbed her thumb at Inola. "Told ya! Isn't that cool, Kenners?!"
Kendra's brows knitted together in annoyance. "It's Kendra."
Before Max could respond there was a light commotion as two more girls entered the mansion.
One of the girls had a concerned and warm face; she was of medium height and weight. She also had strawberry-blonde locks with a sun-kissed complexion; her bright pale green eyes were guarded partially by a curtain of bangs. Her strawberry-blonde tresses were styled in waves as her locks cascaded to her shoulder blades; she was sporting a floral orange sundress with a ruffled, tiered skirt and a sweetheart bust-line, a denim jacket was on top of the beautiful ensemble and suede moccasins decorated with tassels covered her feet.
The other girl had a more content and relaxed face; she was an inch shorter then the strawberry blonde she had linked arms with. Her hair was short and chestnut colored it was about an inch above her broad shoulders and styled into glossy curls, her eyes were a rich chocolate brown color and were framed with a thick set of lashes. She had fair, pale skin with a heart-shaped face, high cheekbones, and full, round lips. She was clad in a pink-and-black plaided, long-sleeved shirt (the sleeves were rolled to her elbows); it was also left un-buttoned underneath was a white, tight-fitting cotton tank top. She was also covered by her cropped leggings and short dark denim shorts, ankle-length leather boots donned her feet.
Trent smiled. "Welcome, Charlotte McKress and Veronica Woods. It's surprising how you two are sisters, yet you two look nothing alike."
The blonde; Charlotte went to speak but her younger sister; Veronica cut her off. "Yes, yes. We tend to get that a lot," She extended her arm and pointed her thumb at Charlotte. "We aren't called "Charlotte" or "Veronica", really. She's Lotte." She directed her thumb to herself. "I'm Ronni."
"Woah! Cool names!" Max shouted from her seat, she received a pleasant smile from "Lotte" and a smirk from "Ronni". "My mama's mama always called me Maxmillion! Because she thought I was a boy when I was born! Crazy, right?!"
Nicole rolled her eyes. "More like tacky names. They sound like something you'd name your goldfish." Ronni took a step towards Nicole with her teeth grinded and eyes wide. Lotte put a quick hand onto her younger sister's shoulder, saying nothing but plastering a soft smile to her delicate-featured face.
Inola from a far - smirked evilly. "You are one to talk, Nicole. You have one of the most common names ever." She said "ever" with a distinct valley-girl tone.
Ronni linked arms with Lotte as she walked towards her. "You seem pretty cool," Ronni admitted.
"I second that." Inola told the brunette, smiling. "But… you also seem cool, too."
Ronni sat next to Lotte as slowly motioned away; there was a seat by Kendra who no one seemed to be taking. Lotte said in her soft, bell-like tone. "Is that seat taken?"
Kendra looked up at the girl, smiling politely. "Not at all, you may have it if you like."
Max's eyes practically tripled in size. "Hey! You told Nicole that seat was taken!"
Kendra eyes closed as she sighed before she re-opened them. "Would you really like to sit next to a girl like Nicole?"
"Is that a trick question?!"
"Oh… well, how are you?" Lotte questioned cheerfully.
"I'm perfectly fine… but during this entire forty minutes Maxine has been shouting in my ear." Kendra said quite calmly. "I think I may have lost hearing in it, temporarily."
"Oh! My sister had done that to me once. Well… she was more like screeching in my ear—"
"Lotte!" Ronni called from a far still at Inola's side. "I don't screech! But… mother surely does."
"Yes, you do." Lotte said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Remember that thing with that girl and her boyfriend when he did that thing to her?"
"Oh!" Ronni gasped, she smirked. "Touché."
Without another word another girl had headed inside. She had black layered hair streaked with some platinum blonde colors, it was cut to her upper back and she had hazel-green eyes. She had a sun-kissed tan and stood at 5'3'', around her wrist was a hair bow. She was wearing a pair of dark washed skinny jeans, a Volcom shirt, and Vans. She had a long grey decorated surfboard under her arm; she stood it against the wall and smiled.
"Hey there, Grim Leanne. Nice to meet you." Trent greeted, smiling.
"Yeah, man, you too! But call me Grim… the Leanne makes me sound like some sort of old person." Grim replied, grinning.
"It's like the Grim Reaper!" Max screamed, Grim rose a darkened brow.
"Uhh… yeah? I guess it's kind of like that." Grim agreed.
"I, honestly… find Grim a nice name." Trent admitted, eyes softening. "It's very rare… and beautiful."
"Yeah… if you are gonna name your spider that." Nicole said with a roll of her eyes. Apparently; no one heard her as Grim flushed red from Trent's compliment.
"Oh, Trent…" Trish began, her hand to her forehead. "You are such a Casanova." Trent looked at her but said nothing and smiled as the next girl had come in. She practically glided in. She had shoulder-length, ginger colored hair and light green eyes, she had light skin and was skinny and curvy, she was clad in a medium-sized shirt with it's ends tied in a knot, short denim shorts, red sneakers and a tattoo on her arm of none other then the infamous "Total Drama Island" host; Chris McLean.
"Welcome, Nina." She squealed and ran up to him, clasping his own hands in hers tightly.
"Hiya, Trent! Is it true that you were on Total Drama Island anddddd you met the super attractive Chris McLean!" Nina squealed loudly; shaking both of his hands now. "I looooooved when he had said 'Oh my boxers!' it was sooooo hot and funny!"
Trent had somehow removed his hands from Nina's tight grip. "Did you meet my co-host and younger sister, Trish?"
"Oops, nope!" Nina squeaked, she began to nudge Trish roughly. "Hey, hey, hey, hey! I'm Nina! Do you know a lot about Trish since you're Trent's sis and stuff?! You must though since it was awesome!"
Trish who was still lying on the couch moved her head towards him. "Trent… S.O.S."
"Nina." Trent began. "Why don't you go talk to the other girls, I bet they know a lot about Chris."
"Fantastic idea!" With that she ran towards Max – not greeting her by a "hello" or "hey"… but "HOW MUCH DO YOU KNOW ABOUT CHRIS?!"
Max happily replied with a chipper smile "like, everything!"
"Isn't Gwen's sister supposed to be coming?" Trish asked weakly.
"Wait… what?!" Trent replied silently to her. "You mean Clementine? Doesn't she hate me?"
"I don't know. I thought it'd bring more drama." Trish mentioned.
As if on cue another female arrived, a skateboard was tucked under her arm. She was very attractive and had tanned skin, wavy, shoulder-length brown locks with dark brown eyes tinted with a speck of gold. She was granted with a curvy and model-like figure that she gladly flaunted as she walked up to the musician. She was sporting a black Oxford shirt with a green high-waisted skirt, and white canvas tennis shoes.
Trish now sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as Trent was much too shocked to even see his ex-girlfriend's sister there. She smiled sweetly and walked over to the two siblings, flaunting her beautiful figure perfectly. "Hello there, Trish, Trent. It has been a while indeed."
"Y-Yes…" Trent agreed shakily. "How's Gwen…?"
"She's… okay." Clementine answered. "She still feels bad for dumping you… it broke her heart."
"Yeah… and my brother's too. She'll get over it." Trish clarified. Clementine and Trish locked eyes as their was a fleck of mysteriousness in them, that was completely un-readable, the Goth's sister laughed.
"That's right, moving on, yes?" Clementine stated. "Trent, you have a very intelligent sister."
"Are you talking about this one?" He pointed to the flabbergasted Trish, he chuckled. "I'm joking, relax. But, she is when she wants to be."
'Tha—Hey!"
"Smart boy." Nicole mumbled.
"I'm here!" A feminine voice announced, standing now in the center of the room was another newcomer. The female was very curvy and stood at exactly 5'7'' in her high-heeled boots, she had long dyed black hair and icy blue eyes covered by contacts, and she had tanned skin and fluttered her eyelashes at Trent. She was sporting a pink tube top with a short black skirt, fish-net leggings covered her legs, and calf-length boots donned her feet, she had a designer bag held on the crook of her arm. "Your best competitor has… arrived. All of your lives have just gotten better."
"If you say so…" Ronni mumbled sarcastically with a roll of her eyes which earned a snicker from Inola.
"Ronni!" Lotte seethed through her teeth nervously. "Be nice."
The icy-blue eyed newcomer strutted over to Trent as Clementine was in front of the musician, the black-haired girl stopped in front of Clementine, smirking. "Excuse me, you are blocking my spotlight." She shoved the shocked girl out of the way, leaning closer to Trent.
Trish's eyes narrowed and her eyebrows knitted together in anger. "Welcome, Naomi. Remember this show is rated T… so do not do anything to my brother." Naomi giggled girlishly taking a step closer to Trent.
"Fine, then." Naomi assured. "We'll keep it T-rated for now, 'kay – handsome?"
"Woah." Nicole said with wide eyes. "I would never admit that on camera."
"She is indeed crazy." Kendra admitted to Lotte. "She is very impolite and risqué."
Lotte nodded in agreement, smiling at the girl next to her. "Indeed."
Slowly and surely another female had appeared inside; she had short light blonde hair and green eyes. She was above average height, standing at 5'5'', she had a model-esque figure and she was blessed with a beautiful face, a well-developed chest, and a narrow waist. She was clad in tight denim jeans, a red tank top underneath a windbreaker and red converses. She smiled as reached Trent and Trish (also Naomi) who was still there, Trish lightly shoved the scene girl out of the way.
"What was that for?" Naomi inquired angrily.
Trish narrowed her eyes. "You've got your spotlight stop stealing hers."
Naomi pouted angrily and simply "hmph"ed walking off, her heels click-clacking off the wooden floor. Even though she walked off, she still took the seat closest to Trent, Nina practically jumped up to Naomi.
"Do you know anything about Chris?!" She screamed in the blue-eyed girl's ear, she narrowed her eyes and two dents formed in between her thin brows.
"Does it look like I do?" Naomi spat, Nina nodded her head wildly. "Just get away from me."
Nina simply shrugged and ran back to Max to continue talking about Chris.
"Well… welcome, Margaret!" Trish announced cheerfully. Margaret smiled brightly and looked at Trent, flushed pink slightly before turning back to Trish.
"Thank you very much." Margaret said kindly. "It's nice to meet you and your brother."
Trish smiled and rolled her eyes. "Also known as the bachelor." Trent had gotten up from his sear by Trish after welcoming Margaret, he turned to Margaret before his younger sister.
"I'm going to get a soda, would you like one?" Trent asked politely. Margaret slowly nodded her head and as soon as Trent disappeared down the corridor, her legs trembled and she collapsed to the floor with a love-struck sigh.
"Wow…" Trish sighed. "If this always happens I'll throw myself out the window by the end of this season."
"Yay!" Max cried, clasping her hands together. "Can I watch?!"
Trish's shoulders slumped and before she could announce that she was done, the door flew open banging against the wall, the female was half-Italian with an olive skin tone (tanned) shared among her family, she also had jet black locks with a curtain of scruffy bangs hanging above her dark brown eyes (her locks were choppy and just reached a bit above her shoulders). She was wearing a bright purple hoodie and cargo pants with red converses, a backpack was slung over her shoulder and she had a half-eaten taco in her hand, their was a stain of cheese on her hoodie.
"Welcome, Alex!" Trish greeted, stepping past the unconscious Margaret. "What took you so long…?"
Alex sat next to Kendra putting one of her arms on the armrest; she took another large bite out of her taco. "I tried to let my soul guide me, dudes and babes. But, I guess my soul didn't have any idea where it was going because I kept on bumping into the same taco truck. This is like the third one I brought." She finished off the taco and rolled up the wrapper, pushing it into Kendra's hands. "Hold that babe." She wiped her hands off her cargo pants and folded her arms behind her head.
Kendra looked almost nauseated as she quickly dropped the wrinkled wrapper to the floor, squeaking silently.
"Babe?" Lotte repeated with a simple tilt of her head.
"Oh, yeah!" Alex answered, nodding her head wildly. "The chicks are babes and the dudes… are dudes."
"My name is Kendra." Kendra corrected.
"Cool, babe. I think that taco truck is still down the block, so I'm gonna buy myself another, see you babes in a bit." She waved and practically flew out the door.
Trent came back with the three cans of soda as he looked at the unconscious Margaret, an eyebrow arched. "Did… I miss anything?"
Trish grinned. "Not a thing!"
~oOo~
I hope you all liked the chapter and I am proud with how it came out. :]
Here's the girls, just to be sure.
~ Kendra Stone: The Over Achiever (Kelsica2)
~ Alexandra "Alex" Lorenzo: The Chillaxed Skater Chick (Kelsica2)
~ Veronica "Ronni" Woods: The Rebellious Romantic (Me! ;))
~ Charlotte "Lotte" McKress: The Adoring Angel (KeptxoxPromises)
~ Clementine Ramsay: The Girl with a Grudge (KeptxoxPromises)
~ Margaret Moore: The Misreader (ironbloodaika)
~ Nina Madisons: The Chris McLean Ultimate Fan (MySIGGY)
~ Naomi Reagan: Scene Girl (LogicalTiger)
~ Inola Ortega-Black: The Rebellious Chief-in-Training (XxXAlways-a-DreamerXxX)
~ Maxine Robertson: The Crazy Fun Girl (Alexex)
~ Nicole Evergreen: The Queen Bee (Realityshowfan)
~ Grim Leanne Hoards: The West Coast Surfer (n03ll3n03ll3)