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Dear Isabeau,
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The Final Reviews… continued at the end of the chapter (They're pretty long, so if you feel the urge to see if Izzy ever forgives Ezekiel, you can skip over them. Or not. It's your choice.)
Dear Enigma Dragon Warrior: I wasn't necessarily aiming for douche-ness with Ezekiel's father, or Mr. Martin, but more of a hard-working and very stern father. But I can definitely see how Mr. Martin could come off as being a douche. Jet was particularly fun to write for, in the Izzy chapters and the Zeke chapters.
I don't really consider Jet evil or good. He's just a character. But I guess the people who own TDI/TDA/TDWT don't really consider Courtney, or Justin, or Heather to be evil or good. They just do what they do, and us people interpret their actions. I wrote that flashback to give the characters some background information, and it was just fun for me to write about the other characters. And writing the reunion between Izzy and Ezekiel was what I was looking forward to for most of the story. I'm glad you got caught up, and read on to figure out if this truly is a love story after all… And as for McDonald's being an actual franchise, yeah, well, let's just hope a Mickey D employee doesn't decide to report this story, shall we?
Dear The Kobold Necromancer: It's true, that Zeke and Izzy's past hasn't been all roses and rainbows, but I think the problems they faced back then helped them become who they are today… Well, metaphorically today. Not today as in the day you're reading this, but today as in the day in the story. Am I confusing you? Yes, I loved writing how Zeke and Izzy interacted. They're such fun to write together!
Whitney's not evil, she just happens to be the villain of this story. It's not her fault that she likes Ezekiel and he likes Izzy, but it is her fault that she kissed him! (Or, well, my fault, but that'd be breaching the fourth wall.) Ezekiel's too much of a gentleman to push any girl, but I think he was mostly in shock from being kissed by a person he thought he'd never see again. It shouldn't be his fault, but it is Izzy we're talking about. She'll most likely put Ezekiel through heaven and hell for her forgiveness. But it'll be worth it, he knows it will.
Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama Island, Total Drama Action, Total Drama World Tour, any of its afflicting characters, trademarks, or brands. Never have, never will. (I also don't own McDonalds!)
Warning: This chapter contains one (1) poem, written by yours truly. I am not responsible for any brain damage and/or any other mental/physical damage you may receive upon reading this one (1) poem. That will be all. Over.
I proudly, and sadly, introduce the final chapter of the seven chapter saga between the sheltered prairie boy and the wild redheaded girl…
Chapter 7 – A New Dawn
Time didn't seem to have any meaning for the lone figure on the bench. At one point it inched along so slow, he could have sworn the clock near-by was broken. But later, it seemed as if the sun suddenly vanished behind the horizon. Soon it was night time, and he had nowhere to go.
Sure, he could always return to Izzy's tree house and face her wrath. But he didn't know if she would let him in. He didn't know if she was even there herself.
Then again, he could try and walk back to his house, but that would take hours probably. And he didn't know the exact way back.
But to him, having nowhere to sleep was the least of his problems. He wasn't even sleepy. On the contrary, he was wide awake with panicky energy. His more pressing concern was Izzy's wrath. He needed to figure out a way to apologize.
"Déjà voo', eh," he muttered out loud. This was just like when he had to apologize to the girls from Total Drama Island: dangerous, and nearly hopeless.
"But Izzy forgave me befur, eh. She might forgive me again," he mused. He sat there for another couple minutes in the dark, trying to figure out how to go about apologizing, until the streetlights flickered on, casting shadows on the street.
As the streetlight above him switched on, it seemed as if a light bulb in his head also lit up. He had an idea.
"The letters!" he quietly exclaimed, excited. But then he deflated. "But what am I supposed to write, eh? 'Dear Izzy, I'm soo'ry Whitney kissed me. I didn't want her to, eh. From Ezekiel' That'll work… Oh, great, eh. Noo' I'm soo'nding like Noah."
"Ya know, you could always write her a poem or a song." A voice next to Ezekiel said.
Ezekiel jumped. "Who – Whoo'se there, eh?"
"Don't worry. It's just me, Winter," she explained in a calming voice.
Ezekiel signed and asked, "How'd yoo' knoo' where I was, eh? And how'd yoo' knoo' what happened?"
"It's not exactly rocket science, silly Zeke. Izzy showed up at her house in tears, and you weren't with her. I figured you were still back here. I also kinda heard what you said about you kissing Whitney."
"I didn't kiss Whitney! She kissed me, eh!"
"Little details like that don't matter that much to Izzy. What matters is she saw you and some pink-haired stranger kissing right in front of her."
Ezekiel sighed again. "How do I fix this chaos, eh?"
"I think the word you're looking for is 'mess', not 'chaos'. Although, if Izzy's involved, then it most likely will end in chaos."
"But how?"
"Like I said before, you could write her a poem or a song. Girls also like flowers. Yes, Zeke, underneath all her craziness and rowdiness and excitement, Izzy is a girl. Think about that, will ya?"
"Thanks, eh. I will –" Ezekiel trailed off. Winter had disappeared into the night. "What is with girls and vanishing all of a sudden? I didn't noo'tice any of the girls fro'om TDI vanish, eh."
Zeke sat there and frowned. It was a good idea, but…
"I'm betting you don't have anything to write with, huh. Or paper, for that matter."
Zeke looked up (again) to find that Winter (again) had somehow managed to reappear next to him (again) without him noticing (again).
"Well, no, eh."
"Aren't I such a good friend? I brought you stuff!" Winter held out a normal looking pencil and a notebook. Ezekiel took them hesitantly.
"They're no'ot stoo'len, or anything, eh… are they?" Ezekiel questioned.
"Zeke! I would never give my friends anything I stole! Besides, one robbery a day is enough for me."
"Was that really oo'nly hoo'rs ago, eh?" Zeke sighed. "Hoo' did yoo' get them anyway?"
"Through the magic of this story!" Winter insisted, her eyes bright with soap opera worthy false sincerity.
"Uh, thanks, I guess, eh."
"Don't worry about repaying me! But if you do happen to see a certain redhead, ninja-fearing teammate, put in a good word about me, will ya?"
Before Ezekiel could respond, she was gone. He didn't even blink; he was quite used to people disappearing, "All thoo'gh the magic of this stoo'ry, eh… Wait, what stoo'ry?"
Dear Isabeau,
I'll probably fall asleep tonight
But without you in my sight
I'll get ten minutes, give or take
Thoughts of you fill my head
I'm here to say what must be said
While I'm still awake
I'm on a shaky boat that I can't steer
Izzy, I wish you were here
'Cause things are so much better when I'm with you, eh
Izzy please forgive me
I'm really, really sorry
And that's absolutely true, eh
I didn't want that kiss
Isabeau, it's you I miss
I'm apologizing, dear
I don't want it to end this way
Please listen to what I have to say… eh
Izzy, I wish you were here
Yours Truly,
Ezekiel
Ezekiel frowned. Now he remembered why his parents decided to stop teaching him poetry.
That's so sweet!" somebody cooed.
"Winter?"
"Of course. Who else would it be?"
"Isn't this the third time yoo' have snuck up on me, eh?"
"Yep! I'm practicing to be a ninja!"
Ezekiel didn't know what to say to that, so he just folded up the letter and wrote Dear Isabeau on the front.
"So how are you going to give that to her?"
"That's a very good question, eh."
"I have an idea, if you want to hear it."
"What is it?"
"Place the letter on her front doorstep, knock on the door, and hide before she sees you."
"That coo'ld work… If Izzy didn't live in a tree hoo'se, eh."
"Oh. Well, you could…"
"I'll just make it up as I go, eh."
"Just going to wing it? That could work… maybe."
Ezekiel shrugged and stood up, saying, "Thanks, Winter, fur everything. I'd kiss yoo' but –"
"I'd rather not get caught up in this love triangle, if that's okay with you."
"Love triangle?"
"Yep. Between you, Iz, and that pink haired demon."
"That pink haired demon's – I mean, Whitney's – not that bad, eh! She was my best friend befur, befur…"
"Before Total Drama Island?"
"Befur every act I did was broadcasted across the coo'ntry."
"Try the world." Winter laughed.
Ezekiel gulped. The thought of the billions of people on the planet all watching him, and all most likely hating him for his costly words worried him.
"You better get going. And remember Zeke, don't give up. Izzy's one fish you don't want slipping away."
"Izzy's not a fish, eh!" Ezekiel protested, but it fell on deaf ears. Or, rather, ears that weren't there. Ezekiel didn't even blink as Winter vanished into the shadows, once again. He just stood up, stretched, and looked around.
He was lost.
"So which way do I go, eh?" Ezekiel asked out loud, expecting Winter to answer, which she did.
"Take the road on your right and keep following it."
Ezekiel turned towards his right and started walking down it. A couple minutes later, he saw an all too familiar car: his own. Behind it was an all too familiar house, and next to that, an all too familiar tree house. Ezekiel was at the right place.
He quickly walked over towards Izzy's tree house and climbed the ladder. When he got to the top, he quietly peeked over the edge. He saw his stuff, and he saw Izzy lying on her bed with her eyes closed. Ezekiel gently climbed into the tree house and laid his letter on the floor. He then started climbing down the ladder, but not before he knocked on the tree house a couple times loudly to wake Izzy up.
When Ezekiel reached the ground, he hid himself and waited for Izzy. In a minute or so, Izzy called out, "That's sweet Ezekiel, but not enough."
Ezekiel silently groaned. But he remembered what Winter said: 'Don't give up. Izzy's one fish you don't want slipping away.'
When he was sure Izzy wasn't looking, Ezekiel crawled his way back towards the street. He needed to think of another approach.
Incredible
Smart
Amazing
Brave
Energetic
Artistic
Unique
Wild
Ingenious
Nonconforming
Talkative
Exciting
Radiant
Sorry, Izzy, I really am, eh
Isabeau Winters, you are all of the above and more, and I'm not giving up, eh.
Yours Truly,
Ezekiel
Ezekiel didn't bother climbing the ladder again; he just folded the apology up and tossed it towards Izzy. A minute later, she called out, "Better Ezekiel, better. Thank you by the way, but… you betrayed my trust. 14 compliments and a poem aren't going to repair that."
"Izzy, I'm soo'ry, eh!" Ezekiel called back up.
"Not yet, Ezekiel" was her answer.
'At least she's calling me by my name, eh,' Ezekiel thought to himself.
'Now, to fix this problem…'
-Isabeau,
I'm sorry! Why won't you forgive me?
-I'm apologizing!
Ezekiel tossed the note up to Izzy. A minute later, she tossed it back down, her answer scribbled on it.
-Ezekiel,
It's hard for me to trust people, for fear that they'll hurt me or leave me or both, but once I do, I'd trust them with my life. I trusted you with my life… with my heart, and you kissed someone else in front of me! Just be glad I like you, or else you'd end up looking like a human pretzel.
-I know you are
-Isabeau,
I didn't kiss her, eh! She walked up and kissed me.
-I'm serious
-Ezekiel,
But you didn't push her away. Some random stranger 'walked up and kissed' you, and you just stood there like an idiot.
-So am I
-Isabeau,
That wasn't a random stranger, though. That was Whitney.
-I like you, not her
-Ezekiel,
Great. It gets better. It wasn't a random stranger; it was your best friend.
-And I like you
-Isabeau,
I don't know what she was doing there, eh. I was as shocked as you were.
-So why won't you forgive me?
-Ezekiel,
So why did you kiss her?
-Because I like you
-Isabeau,
She kissed me, eh!
-That makes no sense
-Ezekiel,
Regardless, why?
-It does to me
-Isabeau,
I was surprised that she – my best friend that currently hated me – shows up out of nowhere and kisses me.
-But not to me
-Ezekiel,
Why does she hate you?
-I like you, and someone kisses you… forgiveness isn't the first thing on my mind
-Isabeau,
She hates me because I like you, eh.
-Don't you think you're being a little overdramatic?
-Ezekiel,
So why'd she kiss you if she hates you, huh?
-No! Overdramatic is throttling you like Eva did when you didn't know any better. Overdramatic is hunting down Harold with a lamppost for cheating you out of 100,000 dollars. Being mad that the guy you like kissed another girl in front of your face is not overdramatic!
-Isabeau,
She hates me – hates me and you – to the point of jealousy. She thought if she kissed me in front of you, we'd break up and I'd start liking her. I thought you and I were stronger than this, but apparently not, eh!
-I'm sorry
-Ezekiel
...
-I know you are
-Isabeau,
We need to talk, eh. These letters aren't working.
-Izzy… please, eh
After Ezekiel sent the final letter back up towards Izzy, almost illegible from all of the times it was crumpled, she apparently agreed with him because she decided the appropriate the thing to do in the situation was to dangle upside down 10 feet above the ground. Her red hair gently quivered in the breeze.
"Ezekiel, are you just saying that because you've run out of paper?" she asked.
"Yoo' knoo' me so well," he admitted, smiling and scratching the back of his head.
"Don't think this means I've forgiven you," she warned.
"Not even a tiny bit, eh?"
"Well. Maybe a smidge," she giggled.
"Yoo' remind me of that episode from Total Drama Island, Basic Straining I think? The one where everyone had to hang upside do'wn fro'om the tree. The one where Haroo'ld cheated Coo'rtney of by switching the vote, eh."
"Yep! I should have been on that episode, because I hang upside down all the time. I'm practically an expert."
"Izzy, I didn't want to kiss Whitney. I still doo'nt, eh."
"Ezekiel, please, I'd rather not talk about that right now."
"Well then, we might as well get to knoo' each other, seeing as yoo' woon't forgive me right noo', and I'm not going anywhere."
"Then, Sir Prairie Boy, tell me what being homeschooled is like?"
"Well, it's different, eh. Having my parents teach me up until 4th grade is nice. If I have questions, I doo'nt have to woo'rry. And they understand if I doo'nt complete my homework… normally."
"It would be so cool to be homeschooled!"
"Not always. It did cause me to be voted off first and lose any chance I had at winning, eh."
"True, Ezekiel, so true. Wait, you said, and I quote, 'up until 4th grade'. Why not afterwards? You must be at least hovering around 10th grade, sophomore year, six years past 4th grade."
"My parents got divorced half-way throo' 4th grade."
"You were 10 then, weren't you?"
"Yep. Ever since Willa married my father, I've been teaching myself. Reading books and watching info'ormational television, eh."
"Independent much, eh?"
"Izzy, you said eh," Zeke gasped.
"Zeke hoo' coo'ld yoo'!" Izzy joked in a false Canadian accent. "Yoo'r accent is wearing off on me, eh!"
"I guess so," Ezekiel laughed, "but tell me what middle school, and high school, is like, please."
"'It was the best of times; it was the worst of times', so to speak. There were times where I would spend all weekend looking forward to school, and there were times where I practically had to beg Mr. Wright to let me stay home."
"That sounds rather interesting, eh."
"Are you feeling tired?"
"Not really. Are yoo'?"
"Not at all. I guess this will be another one of those nights where I don't get any sleep."
"I agree."
"So if neither of us is going to sleep, would you be okay if I told some stories?"
"Why woo'ld I mind, eh?"
"Some people find my stories annoying and crazy… just like some people find me annoying and crazy." Izzy sighed.
"I doo'nt find yoo' annoying at all! And yoo' are crazy in the amazing sort of way."
Izzy laughed. "Thanks! You're pretty crazy, too!"
"I'm crazy for yoo'."
"That was sweet. Cliché, but sweet, Zeke."
"It's also troo'."
After Izzy didn't respond for a minute or two, Ezekiel added, "Woo'ld yoo' mind telling me a stoo'ry? I find yoo'r stoo'ries really interesting, eh."
Ezekiel could practically feel then happiness radiating from Izzy. He grinned.
"Well, if you insist, Zeke-san. Did I ever tell you why I'm afraid of air conditioners?"
"Yoo' are afraid of air coo'nditioners, eh?"
"And flying!"
"I knew yoo' were afraid of flying, fro'om the Phoo'bia challenge, but I didn't knoo' yoo' were afraid of air coo'nditioners."
"Well, I am, it's true. And have I got a story for you! Hey look Zeke, we're both poets! So, anyway, this story takes place a long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away… Actually at a summer camp somewhere in Florida about three years ago…
"Ah, right now I can't even remember what the camp was for. Something wild and outdoors y, I'm guessing. But we were sleeping in college dorms because that college was sponsoring the camp, and my roommate and I stayed up until two in the morning talking about random stuff.
"My roommate's really cool. She was incredibly random, and she was always adventuring with me that week. Unfortunately, I haven't seen her since. Our conversation went something like this…
"'Hey Izzy-kins, are you awake?'
'Of course! It's only one in the morning, or something!'
'Yeah, I couldn't sleep. I'm pretty sure my great-great grandmother was an owl!'
'That is so cool!'
'Or maybe it was my grandmother who was an owl!'
'I once sent my grandmother's house on fire!'
'I once set my school's stage's curtains on fire for my talent show!'
'If I ever competed in a talent show, I'd do my famous snake dance!'
'My brother has a pet snake!'
'I want a pet snake!'
'I want a pet turtle!'
'I once saw a turtle cross the road!'
'I once saw a chicken cross the road!'
And then I said, 'In some places, it's illegal for chickens to cross the road!' So that's pretty much how our night went. Finally, we decided to take a nap. Unfortunately, it was freezing.
"So I, being the kind-hearted girl that I am, ordered Mitzi my roommate to turn up the heater. She didn't want to, so it was left to me. I walked over to the air conditioner and pressed the button that said heater. Suddenly, I could feel heat being emitted into the room. It was perfect.
"But in not even a minute after I lay down, the air conditioner started to smoke. Sparks began to fly from it, and the fire alarm turned on. Just so you know, Zeke, the fire alarm is freaking loud.
"Mitzi and I were wide awake, and we burst into the hallways where our other floor mates were staring sleepily at one another. We – being the smart children that we are – just stood there for a couple seconds before Patti finally shouted, 'C'Thulhu, aren't we stupid? Are we just going to stand her when the fire alarm is going off?'"
All the while Izzy was telling the story, Ezekiel was being the perfect listener. He laughed at the funny parts, gasped at the surprising parts, and asked questions at exactly the right point.
"So the other girls and I quickly raced towards the emergency staircase (we were on the second floor) and opened the door. Much to our surprise, opening the door set off the fire alarm for all of the other dorm buildings. So not only was our floor and the floor beneath us wide awake, but everyone else was also wide awake. We didn't stop to think about that now though, as we practically jumped down the entire flight of stairs. Of course, Mitzi and I actually did jump down the entire flight of stairs.
"When we got to the ground, we raced out to the front of our dorm. Mitzi and I found the window that was our room, and we gasped in shock. Zeke, the air conditioner had literally burst into flames. We sighed in relief – well, Mitzi was sighing in relief, I was sighing in disappointment that the whole entire dorm wouldn't catch on fire – when the sprinklers turned on and slowly put out the fire.
"Everyone from our door quietly turned to face the other dorms, where all of the other children had gathered into one large crowd and was staring at us. You should have seen their facial expressions! It was priceless, Zeke! The looks ranged from shocked to sleepy to downright pissed off. Quickly everyone from our door to a step away from me and Mitzi, leaving us to face the stares and glares of our fellow campers.
"Mitzi, like me, had a large grin plastered on her face. We looked at each other and burst out laughing. A couple of the other people giggled too, or just rolled their eyes. After we stopped laughing, everyone just stood there, unsure of what to do. The problem, you see, was everyone had left their key to their dorm room in their dorm room, meaning everyone was locked out.
"Finally, Mitzi said, 'Ya know, we should probably tell the counselors.' Someone else called out from the crowd, 'Tell them what? The fact that you two are responsible for all of the dorm buildings almost burning down? That everyone is locked outside because of our panic to escape the fire?'
"I couldn't just stand there while that stranger insulted my friend, so I answered back, 'Hey, don't blame us. Blame the air conditioner!'
"At that, Zeke, everyone started laughing. Only Mitzi noticed when I shivered at the mention of air conditioners. She smiled knowingly at me, and we both rolled her eyes. I whispered to her, 'We should probably actually tell the counselors. Let's sneak away while they're distracted.'
"She agreed, and we both silently blended into the crowd, working our way towards the counselors' building. A couple people realized who we were, but they thankfully choose not to say anything. The fact that Mitzi was glaring at anybody who made eye contact, and I kicked anybody who opened their mouth might have helped.
"We finally made it to the counselors' building virtually undetected. We didn't bother knocking – who does anymore? – and we burst into a counselors' meeting. Twenty something pairs of eyes were on us, and our counselor for our floor sighed. She said, 'Girls, didn't we just discuss not leaving your keys in your dorms?'
"Mitzi and I looked at each other Zekey-san, and started laughing again. In between chuckles, I managed to blurt out, 'Don't blame us! Blame the air conditioners!' Again, no one noticed when I shivered in fear at the mention of air conditioners.
"The counselors still looked confused – and angry – so Mitzi added, 'Blame the air conditioners, and blame the fire!'
"At the word fire, all of the counselors jumped to their feet, full attention on us. One of the counselors tensely asked, 'What happened?'
"'Well,' I began, 'It turns out one of the air conditioners burst into flames and set of the fire alarm. The people on that floor ran out of the emergency door, and set the fire alarm off for all of the dorm buildings. In everyone's panic to escape the fire, no one remembered to bring their key with them.'
"'So you're saying…' Another counselor trailed off. I started laughing again at the sight of his face, Zeke, you should have seen it! Mitzi continued for me. 'Yep. Every single person at this camp is locked outside at three in the morning because an air conditioner burst into flames. Wow, I never thought I'd say that sentence.'"
"The counselors wanted to know what happened with the fire, but Mitzi and I just shrugged it off, saying that the sprinklers took care of it. Once the counselors knew what was happening, Mitzi and I quietly slipped out of the building and back to the dorms. Everyone was still standing around, talking and joking and laughing, and we just blended right back in.
"When the counselors arrived in a couple minutes, everyone was confused about how they could've known. Mitzi and I were standing in front of our dorm with our other floor mates, and we certainly didn't offer any information. We were two girls of mystery, Zeke.
"The counselors looked up at our window, which still had smoke coming out of it, and sighed. One of them asked loudly, 'Whose dorm is that?'
"Mitzi and I rose out hand, holding in the laughs, and the counselors sighed again, muttering, 'Of course it's you two.'
"It was pretty hectic after that. The counselors were busy handing out spare keys to everybody. Any time one of the adults would look at me or Mitzi, they'd sigh and turn away; but any time one of the other campers would look at me or Mitzi, they'd grin and give us a high five or fist bump.
"It took forever, but finally Zeke everyone was in their dorms again. Of course, by then, it was practically time to get up. We had to get up at six in the morning, in case you wanted to know. But I guess you normally get up that early, huh, working on a farm and all that, eh, Zeke-san?
"The rest of camp was pretty uneventful, but every time I would look at an air conditioner, all I could imagine was it slowly… going up in flames… and burning everything, Zeke, everything… Until I was all alone, all alone…"
Izzy trailed off. Ezekiel looked up, surprised to hear quiet sobs. "Izzy, are yoo' okay?"
Izzy stopped crying, as if just hearing his voice reminded her that where and when she was. "Oh yeah, Zeke, I'm fine. It's just… memories are tough for me, eh."
"So yoo' were crying because yoo' miss hoo' things used to be, eh; not because yoo' were scared at the memory of yoo'r air coo'nditioner catching on fire and locking everyoo'ne at yoo'r camp outside of their dorm, eh?"
"Well, I guess me recalling the reason why I'm scared of air conditioners did make me scared, not just wishful… thinking…"
Izzy trailed off, as if suddenly realizing something. She laughed and started swaying back and forth.
"Izzy, are yoo' okay? And be careful not to fall, eh!"
"Zeke, my Zeke, you actually listened to me telling my story!"
"Why woo'ld I not? It was oo'ne of the best stoo'ries I've ever heard, and yoo' are a great stoo'ry teller."
"Most people just pretend they were listening, or they run off while I'm in the middle of the story! But not you, my Zeke, you cared enough and were interested enough to actually listen!" Izzy laughed again in delight.
They carried on like that for the next few hours; Izzy telling one of her stories, and Zeke listening to it and asking questions. Every time Ezekiel would ask something, Izzy would laugh again and answer him. They were both delighted with each other, and neither wished it to end.
"So there I was, hanging by one arm from the cliff, and the zombie-pirate says, 'Arg! I'm gonna eat your brains for dinner and have your insides for dessert! Now give me my booty!' I growled right back at him, and shouted –"
Izzy's story about how she saved an ancient village from being taken over by zombie-pirates was interrupted by Ezekiel's watch beeping.
"Hey, Zeke, is that you?"
"Soo'ry, eh! My watch beeps at six in the moo'rning so I knoo' to get up!"
"Don't you have a rooster to do that?" Izzy teased.
"Yeah, well, our rooster doo's not quite wake me up, so I set my watch, eh."
Izzy giggled, and Ezekiel called up, "Izzy! Yoo' have been hanging upside do'wn fur hoo'rs! Aren't yoo' getting dizzy at all?"
As if on cue, Izzy started to wobble. She lost her balance and toppled out of the tree house. Ezekiel jumped up and dashed forward. Izzy grinned down at him and landed safely in his arms, bridal style. Grateful, she threw her arms around his neck and snuggled close to him.
"So nice of yoo' to drop in, Izzy!"
"So nice of you to catch me, my Zeke."
"But are yoo' okay? That was quite a fall, eh."
"And you are quite a catcher, eh. Besides, look Zeke. It's better to see the sunrise down here."
Izzy pointed towards the east. Ezekiel turned around to find the brilliant sphere of burning gas rise above the horizon.
"Yoo' are right, Izzy. It is better to see the sunrise do'wn here. And what a sunrise, eh."
"It's pretty nice, but you, my Zeke, are a million times better."
Ezekiel glanced down at the redhead in his arms and smiled. They both leaned forward, and their lips met. After a couple seconds, Izzy broke apart the kiss and leaned her head against Ezekiel's shoulder. He sighed contently.
"I'm guessing yoo' forgive me, eh?"
"I forgave you at the start, my Zeke. I just wanted to see how far you were willing to go for me."
Ezekiel leaned in for a short second kiss, quietly whispering in her ear, "To the end of the earth and beyoo'nd, my Izzy. To the end of the earth and beyoo'nd, eh."
The two glanced back up at the sun as it cast a golden light over the world, and they knew that whatever happened at the Total Drama Island reunion, and whatever happened after that, they would always have each other.
Final Reviews Continued…
Dear sithlorde1988: I tried to make it subtle that Whitney liked Ezekiel, all the while dropping hints so all the while dropping hints so someone might be able to figure it out. But yes, so everyone knows WHITNEY THE PINK HAIRED DEMON LIKES EZEKIEL MARTIN. And yes, Whitney became very protective over Zeke, especially when he was around or talking about other girls. She's been dropping hints for him, but poor Ezekiel didn't seem to pick them up. Either that, or Zeke didn't want to.
Dear Athulis: Last chapter was the climax of the story, and this chapter is pretty much Ezekiel trying to pick up the pieces of his and Izzy's relationship, a relationship Whitney tore into little pieces and scattered. It is sad, especially for me, that this story has reached its end, but in my opinion, it's a fitting end, and I'm already planning my next idea. :)
Dear Rafael Pereira: So you think that having her not so crazy 'crazy' uncle murder her parents at a famous party, shooting Izzy in the shoulder, and leaving Izzy under the protection of a RCMP Guardian is a good explanation of Izzy's past? Well, I'm glad you think so!
Awww… Don't you just love happy endings?
Now, before I say good-bye, I would like to thank many people, like Imagi, allygirl56, xXErineilXx, John Morrison Invades TDI, mikecheck, and Rafael Pereira. But even more, I would like to thank Athulis, The Kobold Necromancer, sithlorde1988, and Enigma Dragon Warrior…
I write for my readers, I write well for my reviewers. ^-^
As you can tell (or not), I am quite ecstatic about finishing my first Fanfiction. It was certainly quite the wild ride, was it not? It pains me to say goodbye (maybe that's the reason why I'm typing this ridiculously long author's note, but eventually it's gotta end. I digress.), but I hope it's not for long!
Be sure and check out my next story! TDI2: Total Drama Impossible! (Gosh, don't you just love cheap advertising?)
(And in case you were wondering, the incident at the camp Izzy was talking about to Ezekiel [where she accidentally sets her air conditioner on fire] actually happened to me. So don't doubt it's possible. Anything's possible if you put your mind to it! Expect for trying to slam a revolving door.)
See you in the funny paper,
~cometsgirl, eh!