I think this chapter is going to be one of the longest ones yet. I already wrote it up in my notebook, and it's pretty long. Not the longest thing I ever wrote, but still, longish.

This chapter is a real behind the scenes one. It is focussing on Lindsay the entire time, and it shows stiff in her point of view and stuff that went on otherwise.

Also, this might be the last update for a while. I am leaving for Florida March 12th, and I probably won't be writing there. I also started a new fic since I have found more writing time. It is in the Cheaper By The Dozen category if any of you were interested in it, and after this is done being typed up, I'll be writing chapter 2 of that.

Disclaimer: I don't own most of the dialogue going on in this chapter. The lines belong to the writers of TDI…but I do own the conversations you don't recognize. And I don't own this show!

Summary: Follow Lindsay around in this chapter, and see how this episode went for her. Between Tyler, Heather and a live journal reading, things are sure to get pretty interesting.

Pairing: More LindsayxTyler fluff.

Long note…aha! Here's the real thing now!

I remember waking up early to the singing of a bird the morning of the fourth challenge. It was kind of light out, but none of the other girls were awake. I took that to my advantage as I got to have the first shower of the day, and got more time to apply makeup! That was always a good thing!

When I returned from my nice warm shower, the girls were either up, getting dressed, or heading off to shower.

I was sitting on my bed reading a vogue magazine when I noticed how untanned my legs were. I gasped, and started looking for the bottle of fake tanner I had brought along with me to camp. When I noticed the bottle was empty, I screamed.

"Okay, this is so, way, beyond bad!" I complained. "I'm out of fake tanner already!" The last few drops dripped onto my bed.

"Whoa, that's tragic Lindsay," Gwen replied. Thank goodness she was here! I needed someone to get some tanner from, and it seemed as if Gwen was the right person.

"Now I actually have to like, sun tan!" I complained. "In the sun!" I whined as I started walking over towards Gwen.

"Do you realize how shrivelled and wrinkly that makes your skin?" I asked, looking through her scalp. Messed up part, dry skin, wrinkly skin.

"Oh you totally do!" I exclaimed. Gwen was so helpful!

Chris blew then his horn, calling us in for today's challenge.

Kyle took us into a stadium with a stage, seats, and then I thought of it!

"Are we going to see a musical?" I asked. "I love musicals!" I exclaimed. "Especially the ones with singing and dancing!"

Heather gave me an angry look. I turned to her.

"Don't you like musicals Heather?" I asked.

Heather rolled her eyes.

"Not really," she replied.

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "Do you prefer musicals without singing and dancing?" I asked.

Heather glared at me again.

"Uh, Lindsay, all musicals have singing and dancing. That is why they are called musicals."

"Oh," I replied. I then noticed Tyler sitting on the Killer Bats bleachers. I waved at him, blowing a kiss over. Heather then glared at me, whipping her braid in my face. I spat out a dark hair of hers that had entered my mouth, and listened to Chris explain the challenge.

"Wait!" Gwen interrupted. "Who said you were team captain?"

"She did. Just now," I answered smiling, earning myself another glare from Heather. I wondered what was up with her today. No brownie points for me.

"Lindsay, Beth and I took a vote, and I won," Heather announced matter of factly.

"Threatening then to vote for you isn't exactly democratic," Gwen put in.

Todd walked up behind Gwen and handed her something. They then started talking. I turned to Izzy, who was behind me.

"What does democratic mean?" I asked.

Izzy shrugged. Where was Nolan when you needed him the most?

"Beth, Lindsay and I will be the judges!" Heather announced.

Gwen then grumbled something under her breath and walked off.

After Owen and some others auditioned for the talent show, Heather was up. She performed her ballet routine as planned. Once she finished, she coughed and looked at me.

"Oh! I vote for Heather to be in the contest!" I exclaimed, remembering my line.

"I second that!" Beth said nodding.

Heather turned to look at us.

"Guys, that's so sweet!" she thanked. "So I guess I'm in then," she concluded. "Why doesn't everyone take 5!" she added. Everyone kindly accepted a break, including me, but Heather pulled me aside.

"I need you to do something!" she ordered. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Oh my gosh! Definitely! My sister got diarrrhea once on a date and I had to bring her toilet paper because she was stuck in the bathroom and I've never told a soul," I explained. I then realized what I had just said.

"Ooops…sorry Paula!" I croaked.

Heather ignored my comment and instead handed me a walkie talkie.

"Now, Gwen's up to something serious," she explained. "I need you to follow her and report back to me!" Heather pushed me forward, and I got to work.

I walked around camp Wawanakwa, searching for Gwen, but so far I had no luck. The only things I had seen so far were Justin admiring himself in the reflection of the lake, and DJ doing some ribbon dance.

Finally, after a few more minutes, I saw Gwen. She was sitting on a tree stump writing in her journal.

"Serious?" I asked myself out loud. "Yeah, seriously boring."

I moved the binoculars Heather gave to the other side of camp, to where the Killer Bass were planning out their acts, I suddenly noticed Tyler walking towards the communal washrooms, all wrapped up in a yoyo string.

"Now that's not boring!" I exclaimed. I walked over towards him, following him inside. Tyler spotted me immediately and waved me over.

"Hey Lindsay!" he greeted smiling.

I smiled back shyly.

"Hi Taylor!" I exclaimed.

Tyler looked at me funny.

"It's Tyler," he told me.

"Right!" I seemed to have problems remembering people's names sometimes.

"So what are you doing here?" I asked, changing the subject.

Taylor sighed.

"Well, I was trying out for the talent show, and I kind of….messed up," he explained, looking down at his body, which was all tied up by a yoyo string.

"Do you need some help getting that off?" I asked.

Tyler sighed. "Please," he answered, then smiling.

I walked over towards Tyler and grabbed the end of the yoyo, and tucked it in my skirt.

Tyler stared at me blankly.

"Why are you putting that in your skirt?" he asked.

I smiled.

"That way, I can keep track of the string," I explained.

"I see!" he agreed.

For the next few minutes, I worked at unravelling the yoyo string off Tyler. I walked around him each time, removing the string from his body.

"Lindsay, you're wrapping the string around yourself," Taylor told me.

I looked down at my body. He was right! I had accidentally wrapped myself in the yoyo string.

"O…Ooops," I mumbled. Tyler sat up on the counter, motioning me to follow. I jumped up and sat down.

"Here," Tyler told me, offering his hand. "Pass me whatever string you have," he explained. "Then you can just slip through it and get out," he added.

I nodded and passed Tyler the string. I tried to slip out of the string, but I failed. I ended up falling head first onto Tyler.

"Sorry!" I apologized, trying to get out off the now tangled yoyo. I then realized we were stuck.

"It's fine, trust me," Tyler said smiling.

As Tyler and I made out, my walkie talkie started vibrating.

"Lindsay, come in!" I heard Heather's voice shout. "What did you find out?" she asked. "Over!" she added.

"Over?" I asked out loud, barely loud enough for Tyler to hear me. He passed me the walkie talkie.

"Lindsay, where are you?!" Heather shouted.

I grabbed the walkie talkie.

"Uh….on my way back!" I lied. "Under!" I added. I guess I should have since Heather said over, and they were opposites.

I sighed.

I am so smart!

Heather had decided on all of our acts; she was dancing, Trent was singing, and Justin was modeling. We were off for the day. Well, for now at least.

I was about to go off swimming with Trent and Gwen, but Heather pulled me aside.

"You, stay here," Heather said stopping me by putting her hand out. "We've got a diary to find!" she smirked. It was that smile that she ad on her face when she had just come up with a new plan.

"What do you mean?" I asked, a little worried, since Heather's plans usually ended up in someone getting hurt.

Heather opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. She finally spoke.

"You stand guard," she ordered. "And remember, if you see Gwen coming, warn me!" With that, Heather was inside the cabin doing who knows what.

No more then a few minutes later, Gwen approached the cabin.

"Hey Gwen!" I smiled cheerfully. I then remembered the plan as she was about to enter the cabin.

"Gwen!" I exclaimed, standing up to block her way in. "It's you! What are you doing here outside the cabin, Gwen?" I asked, saying Gwen's name louder so Heather would hear it inside the cabin.

"Trying to get into the cabin," she grumbled.

"Oh! You're trying to get into the cabin!" I exclaimed. "That's very interesting!"

Gwen started to look angry. She started walking past me. I then grabbed her shoulders.

"Wait!" I shouted. "We can…uh….get tans together!" I suggested, remembering our conversation earlier that day. I grabbed her hand to examine it.

Hm….pale. So she wasn't exactly a tanner I guess.

"And you could totally use one!" I added.

Gwen the looked furious.

"Are you going to move?" she asked. "Or do I have to throw you out of my way?"

"You can try, but I have martial arts training!" I told her, trying to demonstrate my martial arts skills, of which I had none.

I sighed. This wasn't working out. I didn't know how much longer I could stall for.

Gwen then looked so angry I thought she was going to explode.

"Okay, you can go in!" I whined in defeat as she opened the door. I then thought of Heather.

"Look!" I exclaimed. "Gwen's back!"

Gwen then started talking to Heather, and soon she walked past me, out of the cabin, grumbling something under her breath. I offered her a smile as she went past me, but she ignored me.

"What was that about?" I asked Heather.

Heather smirked.

"It's all a surprise Lindsay," she explained. "You'll find out tonight."

I then smiled, excited for Heather's surprise. I loved surprises!

In no time, the talent show was a little over halfway done. Trent and Justin did well for our team, but VJ and Bridgette both did pretty bad for their team. Heather was up. I was so excited to see her dance and for the surprise!

Heather walked on stage with a chair and a book in her hand that looked a lot like Gwen's diary. Huh. Weird.

Heather coughed to get our attention.

"Now, originally, I was going to dance for you, but instead, I've decided to celebrate team spirit with a collaboration," she explained. She then winked at Gwen, who looked like she had just seen a ghost.

"With words by Gwen, performance by me, enjoy," Heather announced, laughing under her breath.

Now I understood it. Heather was about to read from Gwen's diary! She was so mean! There was nothing I could do though.

"Okay, so I'm trying to ignore him, but he's just so cute!" she began. "If they had custom ordered a guy to be a distraction for me here at camp, it would have been McHottie!"

I gasped as Heather continued to read. Why would she want to do such a thing to Gwen?

"We just totally connect," she continued. "He's pretty much the only person I can relate to here. And I know it's a cliché, but I love guys who play the guitar!"

A few of my team mates whispered around, wondering what to think of Heather now.

"Thank you," Heather finished. Gwen then ran away crying and embarrassed. I didn't blame her.

"That was harsh!" I whispered to Beth, who slowly nodded, still dazed that Heather had done such a thing.

Heather approached me and Beth later that night when we were deciding who to vote out.

Yep. We ended up losing to Harold's beat boxing. Who would've known we had a pro beat boxer right here at camp?

I then saw that Heather was crying. Beth and I turned around.

"What's wrong Heather?" she asked.

Heather sighed.

"Well, Justin forced me to read Gwen's diary, and…I-" Heather burst into tears.

"Justin forced you to do it?" I asked.

Heather nodded, her face buried in her hands.

"So we vote off Justin?" Beth suggested. I looked at her and nodded.

"Thanks guys," Heather said walking away, wiping tears off her face. She approached Owen and Izzy, and started talking to them.

"I sure hope Justin gets what he deserves tonight!" Beth told me.

"Me too!" I agreed.

Once again, I'll confirm that I don't own half of the writing in this chapter. The writers of TDI do.

Also, if you want me to do another one of these types of chapter for another character, requests are open for that too. Include the episode for that if you want too!

I know you're all pretty sick of Lindsay after these last 2 fics, so I'll tell you ahead of time that the next chapter is not about Lindsay…it might not even include her.

Well, sorry for the long notes at the beginning and end. Thanks for reading!

~Lauren