Did I do this not a month later? Yeah… I'm working on that.

Chapter 10: The Third Bonfire Ceremony

"Jeez, it's really cold out here." Shika shivered. The "I can't even fall asleep." He grumbled.

"Awww, poor baby." Ivy cooed snickering. Shika glared at her and pulled his coat even more around him and put his face in his arms.

"I for once agree with Pineapple Head." Kevin grunted.

"Shut it, I'm trying to sleep."

"Too bad!" Dove came up and yelled in his ear.

"Fuck you!" Shika yelled muffled by his arms. Dove laughed.

"Follow me; we have to start the ceremony!" Dove lead them to around the front of the tent they were given and to the back of the lot where there was a big fire with pillows all around it.

"PILLOWS!" Baxter yelled and hopped onto one.

"They're actually warm." Tristen's said sitting down on one.

"What'd ya expect?" Ian asked sitting down next to him. Tristen mocked concentration.

"Hmmm... Maybe a wet pillow?" He laughed. Ian ducked his head and chuckled a little.

"Yeah," He said blushing.

"Alright! Listen up!" Dove called once everyone was situated. "Since we are on location, we had to find something, so when I give you a..." She fumbled around in her pockets cursing. She pulled out nine silver rings. "When I give you a ring, you are safe form elimination this week. And I convinced the producers about the elimination safe-thingy's and I got them to be something like memorabilia, you keep it to signify how long you have been in the competition. -"

"What about the first two eliminations?" Mika asked.

"You ate those." Dove smirked. "Anyways, let's get started!"

- Confession Cam -

Ian: Dude I vote Whitney, bro! Come on seriously...man I wish we won! What if they vote Tristen! I don't think that's possible with his sweet personality...cute fac- I mean like in a bro way ya'kno? He pretty cool so people surely ain't gonna kick out my bro. *laughs nervously* *static*

Whitney: *Looks pissed off* I am sooooo voting for Kevin, and as soon as I find that tiger I'm making myself a new pair of boots, jeans, and just maybe a new winter coat! *Queue purring from outside the make-up tent* *Whitney whimpers* *Static*

- Confession Cam -

"The first rings goes too... Hanzo, Tristen, and Baxter." They caught them and checked them out. Ian let out a little sigh. Ivy eyed him suspiciously. "The next rings go to Ivy, Mika, Shika, and Ian." They caught them.

"What?" Whitney exclaimed. Kevin smirked. "I wouldn't be smirking Kevin, you're on the block too." Whit sneered at him.

Kevin's expression only got smugger, but he didn't make a comment.

"Look who we got here," Dove started. "Kevin, you were in the bottom three the last time, and you don't seem to make all that many friends." She gave a pointed glance at Whitney. Kevin shrugged. Dove turned to Whitney. "And Whitney, your temper seems to be getting the better of you. Not a smart move in this competition. And so forth, the final mars… ring goes to… Kevin." Dove threw him the last silver ring. Whitney gasped (that sounded so fucking cliché) and bolted up.

"That can't be right! He-he fixed it!" Whitney accused. Kevin grew smugger by the minute.

"Ooooh, tough break, Little Miss Priss." (That is a name that was given to me by my mother when I was in grade three, what can I say? I was a… stubborn child) Kevin smirked. Whitney glared at him.

"This is all your fault!"

"And how is that?" He asked the fuming girl.

Whitney looked panicked and made sharp movements. "It-it just is! It's your fault that we fell; it's your fault that we lost!" Kevin rolled his eyes at her.

"Yeah, yeah. It's all my fault." Kevin scoffed. "Go feed that load of shit to another poor loser."

Whitney looked murderous. "Why you little-" Ian and Hanzo grabbed her and pulled her back.

"That's enough." Dove butted in. "Dzhoshua! Voz'mite Uitni i privesti yeye k gruzoviku ! Eto vremya dlya yeye ostavit'." She yelled over to a hand, he came over and brought her to a truck. And by brought her over I mean lifted her up while she thrashed in his arms and then threw her in the truck.

"Well," Dove started as they watched the truck drive away. "Off to bed I would say… yes, bed sounds nice. Goodnight!" And with that she walked off.

"That was a nice show, eh?" Kevin laughed.

"Imma miss that crazy cat." Baxter pouted.

"I'm going to bed." Shika muttered and walked back to the tent. The others soon followed.

- Scene Change -

"That… was satisfying." Kevin said as he flopped down on the cote.

"What was?" Vince asked.

"Whitney is out." The rocker said.

"She is?" Deborah asked from her cote. "I would have thought it would have been you leaving." She muttered.

"What was that?" Kevin asked sweetly. Deborah grunted – quite un-lady like – and snuggled up in her blankets. "That's what I thought."

"Just shut up so I can go to bed." Even groaned.

"Yeah." They chorused – well the ones awake did.

"Fine. Shy girl! Turn off the lights." He ordered Rose. She looked up from the book she was reading and did as she was told.

"Hey-" Vince started but halted when Deborah shook her head.

"It's too late for an argument, just go to bed." She whispered to him. He nodded and pulled the blanket over him as Rosie turned off the light.

- Scene Change -

"Hey," Tristen poked Ian. Ian groaned and rolled over.

"Hey." He poked him again.

"Wha?" Ian whispered back weakly.

Tris smirked. "What do you think'll happen tomorrow?"

"Idn't kno… maybe somwher else?" He muttered back sleepily.

"Maybe." Tristen bit his lip but snorted when he heard Ian snore lightly in his sleep.

"Goodnight Ian, sleep tight."

"That's all folk's!" Dove said. "Join us next time on Total Drama Return to Wawanakwa!"

It's really short I know. *holds hands up* don't shoot me! S-shot… Chris! Yeah- shit no- not Chris. Damn. Shoot Jake! He's an ass!

The next chapter should be up in a week and a half at latest. I'm setting a time line for myself this time; hopefully I'll stick to it. And please, hold me too it. I'm a major procrastinator. Oh, jeez, it really is late I just said "I am the procrastinator" in the Terminator voice… oy vei… that's probably not how it's spelt… Alright, beddy-bye time for me.

Goodnight,

Scar :}

P.S. Who's Jake?... It's late.

(Ha! That rhymed! I'm an owl)