Here it is! The first Playa de Losers chappie! This was so fun to write! :D

EDIT: Sorry, had to reupload due to difficulties. Nothing's actually changed! :P

Song to listen to: http:// www . you tube .com /watch?v=2GKWl1SN01s

I've been so busy, so I still haven't responded to some reviews from last chapter. Probably won't get around to the upcoming ones for a while. With school, my parent's anniversary and whatnot, it's been hectic and I've barely had time to do anything! I've also been working on a secret project... _ _

Read, review, enjoy! :3

It was Saturday. For once, things were calm on Total Drama Island. There were no cameras rolling, and the remaining campers had the day off to do whatever they pleased without a threat of violating their contracts. Unfortunately, the weekend did not entitle them to a decent breakfast, so they'd have to settle for Chef's cooking.

The campers decided to sit wherever they liked that morning, so Jovie, Candace, Marilee and Selena were sitting at the Killer Bears usual table. A few unimportant others who aren't significant to the current plot and hadn't finished their meal yet were at the Rabid Wolves table.

"How was the party last night?" Selena asked the Wolf girls as she nibbled on her burnt toast.

"Ooooh, that party was kickin'!" Jovie exclaimed. "You should have seen me on the dance floor!"

"I gotta admit, you're an awesome dancer!" Marilee complimented, high-fiving her. "You had the best moves out of anyone there, even me."

"Wow." Selena dropped her toast. "If Marilee's admitting that you're better than her at anything, you must be really, really good!"

"Har dee har har," Marilee muttered sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest. "I do know how to be nice to people, you know."

"Speaking of being nice to people," Jovie started, cocking an eyebrow, "I seem to remember you being nice enough last night to dance with Keith…"

Candace's spoon clattered as she dropped it into her bowl and she grabbed Marilee's hand. "OMG, that's so totally cute!"

Marilee uncharacteristically blushed and bit her lip to hide her smile. "Oh, that? I… I just wanted to do something to thank him for helping me during the challenge. Not a big deal…"

Before they could add anything to that, Geoff passed by the girls with an empty tray. "Hey, ladies," he greeted. Looking down at Candace, he tipped his hat to her and smiled. "Hey, Candy." He kept walking, set his tray by Chef's serving window, and walked out, right behind Duncan and Owen.

Marilee recognized the goofy, love struck look that had been on her older brother's face when he greeted her and nudged Candace, who had gone back to eating her meal. "Hey, you'd better watch out, Spunky. Looks like my big bro's got the hots for you."

Practically choking on her slop, she spat it out and shrieked, "WHA?"

The few contestants at the other table shot a quick glance at her, wondering what her deal was, but when she calmed down, they went back to their conversation.

"Are… Are you sure?" she asked, wiping her mouth free of spit up.

"Yeah, I'd recognize that look anywhere." The blonde fashionista shook her head. "Had the same look when he first started seeing Bridgette."

Candace's almost permanent smile got even bigger and she giggled the world's silliest-sounding giggle, a small blush on her cheeks.

"Oh, my gosh!" Jovie clung onto Candace's arm. "Girl, you're totally crushing on Geoff!"

"Geoff?" Candace laughed nervously. "W-What? No way! I… We're just…" She sighed in defeat. "Okay, maybe a little…"

Selena giggled happily, hopping up and down in her seat a few times. "That's so great! You two would make such a cute couple!"

"You really think so?" The girls, even Marilee, nodded.

"What do you like about him?" Selena asked, leaning closer to her.

"Well…" She twirled a strand of her strawberry blonde ponytail and smiled. "He's nice, fun, cute, sweet… Not to mention he's got a killer butt!"

"Eww!" Marilee gagged, sticking her tongue out. "That's my brother you're talking about!"

"Sorry," Candace laughed, looking down at her lap to hide her embarrassed blush. "I bet I'd be grossed out, too, if Izzy was here right now, talking about Owen like that. Or if Bridgette were still here and you talked about Keith like that around her…"

"Keith?" Marilee scoffed, almost looking offended. "Wha… what?"

"Girlfriend, we all know you like him," Jovie told her teammate, a smug smile on her face.

"And by everybody, she means everybody," Selena pointed out, taking a sip of orange juice. "Like, even Chef knows."

"That's because Chef's a dork with no life!" Marilee yelled, standing up. She was too blinded by her fury to even notice the butcher's knife that went flying behind her head, skillfully tossed by Chef. That made the other campers at the Wolves table bolt out of the building completely. "I do not like Keith like that. I can barely stand him!"

"I heard 'barely'," Candace sang.

"But I don't… I… He's.. I'm not…" Eventually, she stopped trying to come up with a way to express her feelings for him because it was getting her nowhere. She grabbed her tray and stood up. "I'm going to go take a shower."

"You just took a shower an hour ago," Selena pointed out. "Why are you taking another one?"

"Because shut up," she mumbled as she got rid of her tray and ran out of the mess hall.

After she left, Selena turned back to the two other girls and arched an eyebrow. "Ten days?"

"I give her six," Candace betted.

Jovie rolled her eyes and smirked. "Please, she'll be suckin' face with that boy by this time tomorrow!"

*T*S*R*

"Attention, maggots!" Chef harshly yelled into the intercom, attracting the mingling campers' full attentions. "Get your scrawny butts down to the mess hall right now!"

The campers, however, were too confused to go anywhere. "But it's not even lunch time yet!" Cody protested, even though he knew it wasn't a two-way intercom.

"I said NOW!" Chef's command boomed across the island, causing the campers to clasp their hands over their ears and rush toward the mess hall.

All the teens rushed into the building, and just as the younger kids were about to, Chef blocked the entrance. "No can do, mini maggots," Chef told them. "Chris gave me specific orders not to let you little buggers inside for this."

"What?" Zoey pouted. "Why not?"

"Dunno," Chef mumbled, shrugging. "Something about making out and your parents whining about it and blah blah blah. Just can't let you in." With that, he slammed the door, leaving Herbie, Xavier, Zoey and Grace out all by themselves on the front porch.

"Aww, man!" Xavier crossed his tiny arms over his chest in a huff. "I wanna know what they're doing in there!"

"Me too!" Herbie groaned. "I bet it's really cool!"

"Chef's a big meanie!" Zoey cried, on the brink of tears. "I hate him!"

Grace tapped her chin, then snapped her fingers. "I know what we can do to get back at that buttface!"

"Poop in his shoes?" Herbie suggested.

"No…" The brunette thought it over a second. "Actually, that's a pretty good idea. Remember it for later." She rubbed her hands together diabolically and smirked. "But I had something little different in mind…"

*T*S*R*

The cameras were back on, so that they could tape the campers' reactions to what they were about to see. After the teens got comfortable, Chef pulled a projector and a screen from the kitchen and set it at the front of the mess hall. "As you weaklings know," Chef started, pacing back and forth in front of the screen with his arms crossed behind his back, "Saturday is they day Chris goes to Playa de Losers to check up on your even more pathetic siblings. But today, he wants you all to see the live stream so you can watch all this gobbildy goop before the rest of the world can. And why am I here?" Chef Hatchet stomped a foot and screamed, "BECAUSE CHRIS IS A BIG, FAT JERK AND WOULDN'T LET ME COME WITH HIM!"

Calming down, he quietly cleared his throat. "But you all seem to get the idea…"

"Why does Chris want us to watch this in the first place?" Gwen asked, hands propped under her chin to keep herself from banging her head on the table in frustration. "Isn't looking at the others having a great time kind of like a big middle finger to those of us working out butts off here?" Gwen thought over what she said, then slumped even more and mumbled, "Oh, I get it now…"

Chef nodded. "You catch on quick, Gruesome." He flicked the lights off and turned on the projector . "Anyway, enjoy…"

Chris's eyes took up the entire screen as he got too close to the camera for comfort. He combed his eyebrow hairs with his fingers and backed up a little, smiling at the camera. "This thing works great as a mirror…" He ran a hand through his hair, pointed to the lens, and winked. "Lookin' good, buddy! But you know what's even better? Your super sexy singing voice!" He backed up even farther so that the entire top half of his body could be seen, and a lonely section of Playa de Losers could be seen in the background. The host started doing the twist and sang, "I am a super star, with a big, big house and a big, big car! I am a super star and I don't care who you are!"

The viewing campers, and even Chef, laughed at his awful dancing and off-key singing.

As Chris continued to groove and sing his Danish pop song, the young man operating the camera whispered, "Dude, you do realize we started streaming back to Wawanakwa like five minutes ago, right?"

Chris stopped singing and paused in mid dance. His beady eyes shot back to the camera and he sheepishly grinned. Though his tightly clenched teeth, he hissed, "You couldn't have told me that before I put on a freaking show for them?"

"I, uh… Figured you knew."

"You're the worst cameraman ever!" Chris whined, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why did I hire you?"

"Because I'm your nephew," the poor cameraman explained.

Chris' anger melted a little bit. "Oh… Right." He grinned. "Don't tell your mom I said that, okay, Jude? She would kill me."

"Whatever you say, Uncle Chris. Um… I think you're supposed to start now."

Chris looked back at the camera again, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Oh, yeah… I knew that. Uh…" He put on a happier face and cried, "Helloooooo, TV audience! You may recognize the resort behind me as Playa de Losers." He stepped farther away so his nephew could get a better shot of the scenery. "Well, you'd be correct!"

He walked over by the pool, where Bridgette, in her wetsuit, was relaxing on an inflatable blue raft and Jackson, in his white swim trunks, was sitting on the edge, reading a book.

"As you can see, our voted out campers aren't really that heartbroken about being voted off."

*T*S*R*

"A little higher, guys!"

"I can't go any higher!"

The little kids had finally come up with a decent plan to see what the big kids were up to. Grace was sitting on Zoey's shoulders, who was sitting on Herbie's shoulders, who was sitting on Xavier's shoulders. They were just tall enough for Grace to sneak a peek through the window. The only problem was that they were all having trouble keeping their balance.

Grace smashed her face up against the window and cupped her hands to block out the outside light. "I think they're watching a movie or something…"

"Which movie?" Zoey asked, sounding like Grace's weight was putting her in a lot of pain. "The Little Mermaid?"

"No, if it was something like that, they'd let us watch it," Grace mused, squinting to get a better look see. "It could be a TV show. Maybe they're watching Family Guy or some other cool-looking show that Trent won't let me watch."

"Does the movie have boobies in it?" Herbie asked, making sure he had a good grip on Zoey's legs.

"I dunno…" Grace looked between her legs at him. "What do boobies look like?"

Grace's sudden shift in weight caused the entire child totem to careen back and forth. The kids tried to stay balanced, but eventually fell over and landed in a big, mixed up pile.

Heather and Candace, who were closest to the window, could hear their moans of pain. "What the heck are those kids doing out there?" Heather asked.

Candace shrugged. "Sounds like they're playing leap frog or something."

Heather shrugged, too and they turned back to the screen.

The camera panned to Rikki, who was sitting at the tiki bar, dressed in a black one piece. "Hey, viewing world," she greeted, waving. Cody shrieked, falling backwards in his seat.

"Cody, calm down!" Marilee said, casually twirling a strand of hair. "Your sister isn't that ugly." Taking another look at the screen, she shielded her eyes and added, "Oops, I stand corrected…"

"No, that's not it," Cody said, getting back into his seat. "I-I-it's just that…" He pointed to the screen and yelled, "S-s-s-s-she's smiling!"

The others looked at the screen, to see that she was, in fact, smiling. "Why is she smiling? She's hasn't smiled in years!" Cody scratched his head, wide-eyed.

"Shut your pie hole and maybe you'll find out!" Chef yelled, turning back toward the screen to find that Rikki was starting to say something.

"If Cody ever watches this, I bet he'll be pretty surprised to see me so… not depressed." She laughed. "I guess I owe you an explanation, little brother... and other people wondering what happened to me." She brushed a long strand of red and black hair behind her ear and began, "Well, it's really all thanks to Jackson." Courtney arched an eyebrow at the mention of her brother. "He helped me with some… issues I had. I swear, he's like a miracle worker!"

Speaking of Jackson, he waded through the pool, two tropical drinks in his hand and gave one to her. "Aww, thank you, Jackson."

He sat down and flashed her a grin. "Anything for you, sweetheart."

"Sweetheart?" Cody and Courtney repeated, exchanging glances.

Before they could ask more questions, the two ex-campers on screen leaned in and exchanged a deep, long kiss.

Every single jaw in the room dropped.

After separating, Jackson looked at the camera, like he just noticed it. "Oh… You're doing that today?" He laughed a little and added, "Whew… Sorry you had to see that, folks."

"It's okay, Jackie," Rikki coaxed, patting him on the arm. "Everybody had to find out sooner or later. And at least they know we're dating now."

"He's dating her?" Courtney screamed, standing up. "How could my brother date that hideously depressing freak?"

"Uh, she's still my sister, you know," Cody pointed out, standing up for her.

"Do I look like I care?" she screamed, pointing at her face. By the look on her face, she obviously didn't. Groaning, she whipped a cell phone out of her pocket and stormed away. "I'm going to talk some sense into that dolt!" She slammed the door behind her.

"So, are you two liking it here at Playa De Losers?" Chris asked Rikki and Jackson.

"Yes, it's amazing," Jackson said, holding Rikki's hand. "Just yesterday, I-" He was interrupted by a ringing sound, which sounded like a cell phone. "Oh, excuse me…" He pulled a cell phone out of the pocket of his trunks and answered, "Jackson Mann here… Oh, hey, Court. Aren't you supposed to be-" Courtney started screaming into the cell phone, questioning his sanity and asking what on Earth he was thinking when he started dating her. He yanked it away from his ear and cringed. Looking back at the camera, he meekly grinned and pointed a finger at the phone. "Um… I have to take this…" He jumped out of the pool and walked off screen, trying to get his sister to stop yelling at him.

"Um…" Chris exchanged glances with Rikki and then looked back at the camera. "Okay then."

"Maybe you should see what everybody else is up to," Rikki suggested.

"Sure, why not?" Chris shrugged, walking toward the hot tub, where Raven and Duke were wildly making out, both with a frothy can of beer in their hands. "So, I'm guessing you two are happy here?"

"Heck yeah!" Raven yelled, pulling herself away from Duke. "With my man and a bar with all the booze we can drink, why would we even want to be on that crappy little island?"

The couple went back to making out, Chris looking slightly freaked out by their gross display of affection. "Uh… Super." He walked back to the tiki bar, where Bridgette had seated herself next to Rikki with a cool green smoothie. "Oh, there you are, Bridgette! Care to tell anything to our viewing audience?"

"Oh." Bridgette was caught off guard as she awkwardly waved at the camera. "Well, first off, I'd just like to apologize to you, Geoff. That is, if you ever see this. I never wanted things to end the way they did."

"It's okay, Bridge," he mumbled, even though he knew very well that she had no possible way of hearing him.

"I really hope you see this so you know how sorry I am. Also, I hope you see this, too, Keith… So you can know that…" She slammed her drink down on the counter and screamed, "That I'm super mad at you!"

Keith flinched, but still looked very confused at his sister's outburst, since she wasn't one to get so angry, even at him.

"I told you not to say anything to Geoff about getting everybody to vote me off, and what do you do? Tell him!" She clenched her fists and muttered, "You can never keep a secret…"

"Hey, I resent that!" Keith protested, arms crossed in a huff. "I'm great at keeping secrets! Nobody knows about my cousin's Beanie Baby collection that he's been hiding for years. He's captain of his school's football team. If anybody found out about that, he'd be a laughing stock!" He mused over what he just said and slapped a hand over his mouth. "Oh, snap! Sorry, Toby!"

"Haha," Chris laughed. After he watched Keith's Confession Can video, he wanted to say one thing. "What a Lindsay moment!"

Taking a deep, cleansing breath, Bridgette added, "But I guess he would have found out sooner or later… Still, it's not that bad here." She smiled at Rikki. "Rikki and Jackson have been so nice to me." She took a glance around, seeing a lack of Rikki's boyfriend. "Where is Jackson, anyway?"

"He ran off somewhere so Courtney could yell at him," Chris explained, smiling away. "Speaking of Jackson, let's check up on him and see if Courtney's deafened him with her nagging…"

"Courtney, stop screaming. Courtney…" Jackson calmly said to get his little sister to stop yelling at him. "Court- Courtney…Courtney…" Brows furrowed, he lost his cool and yelled, "COURTNEY, SHUT UP!" into the phone. Surprisingly, she did.

"Okay, let me explain…" He sighed and sat down in one of the Adirondack chairs near the buffet table. "Look, it's sort of complicated… When I was practicing my therapeutic skills, Rikki and I got to know each other better. She's a great girl, sis."

"Have you ever even looked at her?" Courtney argued, the audience faintly able to hear her. "Seriously, why would you want to date someone that looks that horrific?"

Jackson arched an eyebrow. "Now I'm starting to wonder whether or not you've ever looked at your boyfriend." Duncan, who had been playing with his pocket knife, started paying attention because he was being mentioned.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"When you started dating… that guy, I didn't really approve of him, either. But that didn't stop you."

"But Duncan's different than Rikki! He's-"

He interrupted her by saying, "And now the same thing's happened to me, except you aren't letting it go, like I did."

"But, I-"

"And since I'm your older brother, you shouldn't be as judgmental about my girlfriend as I was about Duncan. So you need to let it go and leave me alone so I can go make out with my girlfriend."

"I've always wanted to say that!" Jackson happily told the camera.

Jamal looked around in the outhouse, then back at the camera. "Since when does this place have a Confession Cam?"

"Goodbye, Courtney." And with that, he snapped the phone shut, ending the call.

Back at camp, a loud, shrill scream could be heard by the campers, even from their distant location from Courtney.

"I'm starting to like that Jackson guy," Selena said, smirking.

Courtney stomped back into the mess hall, slammed back down into her seat, and pouted.

Back on screen, Chris had finally gotten to Jamal, who was dressed in a pair of tight blue swim trunks. He lifting some handheld weights, his feet dangling in the hot tub. Aparrantly, Duke and Raven had gone somewhere else to make out. "So, you like it at the Playa?"

"Yeah, it's awesome!" Jamal set the weights aside and slowly sank his way into the hot tub. "This place has a gym. What's not to love?"

"Good to hear…" Chris looked around, then back at Jamal. "Hey, have you seen Damien? I haven't seen him anywhere all day?"

Jamal shrugged. "Last I saw him, he was in his room when one of the maids. went in there to clean up."

As if on cue, a woman with long, blonde hair dressed in a maid's uniform raced past them. She was screaming her head off as a small boy chased her, carrying a powered up handheld vacuum and trying to suck her long locks up in it.

Chris and Jamal exchanged a glance after the two ran off screen. "Guess Willow found him."

*T*S*R*

The kids had tried plan after plan to see what was happening in the mess hall. They all ended in failures, and most of them were so dangerous, their siblings would have killed them if they knew what they had done. They only had one more plan up their sleeves.

"Even I think this plan is bad, guys," Zoey admitted, looking at her friends. "And I thought using Duncan's favorite lighter to make my teddy bear warmer was a great idea…" She shuddered. "Boy, was I wrong…"

"Don't worry, this'll work out great," Grace reassured, tightening the rope tied around Herbie's waist. "We just lower Herbie down the window on the roof on this rope and he can tell us what they're watching."

"But what if he falls?" Zoey asked, worried for her friend's health. "What if you fall lowering him down?"

"I won't! I'm super strong!" Grace flexed her tiny muscles to prove her point.

Zoey squeezed her flexed arm muscles, it feeling more like a bag of pudding. She didn't really know the difference, though. "Wow, you really are!"

"I found the rope ladder, gang!" Xavier, on top of the mess hall, dropped a rope ladder down so that he could climb back down.

"How'd you get up there in the first place?" Zoey asked when he got down.

"I have Spiderman skills!" He puffed out his chest. "I can climb anything in the whole wide world!"

"I think I'm in love with that boy!" Zoey squealed, giggling.

Herbie climbed up the ladder first, followed by Grace. They crawled over to the window and Grace quietly lifted the glass up. "You ready?" she asked.

The redheaded twin nodded, a brave, gap-toothed smile on his face.

Back down on the ground, Xavier and Zoey tried to look at what their friends were doing. "Since when does the mess hall have a window up there?"

Xavier scratched his head and shrugged. "Since it became significant to the current plot, I guess."

Zoey looked at him like he had spoken an entirely different language.

"I've never heard so many big words from someone my age in my entire life!" She grinned and giggled. "Now I know I'm in love with him!"

*T*S*R*

"And that concludes this episode of Total Sibling Rivalry!" Chris called, winking at the camera. "Tune in next week to catch our remaining campers doing another crazy challenge. That's always worth a laugh!" He stood still and blinked. Something wasn't right, and the viewers could tell. The host's expression flashed to anger and he yelled, "Jude! Where are you?" He glanced around some more and it appeared like he saw him. "Jude, get away from the buffet table!"

"But I got hungry!" he yelled back.

"It's not your job to eat! It's your job to operate the camera!"

"That's what the tripod is for!" Jude argued, sounding like he had a full mouth.

Chris sighed, and squeezed the skin in between his eyebrows. He walked over to the camera, quickly whispered, "See you later, folks!" and turned the camera off himself.

"Wow, that's a really nice resort." Marilee looked to Geoff, who was sitting next to her, and whispered, "Next time we lose, get the others to vote me off, okay?"

*T*S*R*

Grace grabbed the rope and nodded at Herbie, who made his way over to the open window. He stuck one leg in, slowly easing his way in the opening. Grace tightened her grip, bracing herself for the added weight that was soon to come. Once the second leg went in, Grace couldn't even handle holding the small amount of weight. She plunged forward, taking Herbie with her.

They hardly landed in the middle of the mess hall floor, right in between the tables. The projector had just been flicked off and the lights were turned on. The only two remaining campers, Trent and Izzy, looked down at the two little kids.

"Grace? Herbie?" Trent kneeled down, got Grace off of Herbie and stood her up. He glanced up at their mode of entrance, then back down at her, looking pretty angry. "What did you think you were you doing? You two could have gotten hurt!"

"Oh, chillax, Trent!" Izzy grabbed Herbie, disposed of the rope tied around him and hoisted him onto her back. "They were probably playing Ninja to see what we were up to. I don't blame them! I would have done it, too. I just would have worn a disguise so I wouldn't get busted for it." She stuck a hand behind her head and wagged a stern finger at her little brother. "Haven't I taught you anything, young man?"

"You taught me to use a strong rope," Herbie said. "Grace wanted to use yarn, but I told her rope was much better!"

Izzy looked back at Trent. "See, my sib's responsible about his actions!" The redhead piggybacked her brother out, congratulating him for his first attempt at breaking and entering.

Trent sat down on the floor so that it would be easier to talk to Grace on her own level. "Okay, we need to talk. Why'd you try to sneak in here?"

"We wanted to see the movie you all were watching," Grace admitted, guiltily shifting her feet on the wooden floor.

"Grace, you guys weren't allowed to watch that for a reason," Trent pointed out. He lifted her chin up so that she would look him in the eye. "You know better than to sneak around like that."

"I know," Grace sighed, trying to avoid his stern gaze. "But I like movies, too… Trent, can't you tell me what you were watching?" Grace hugged his leg and looked at him with big, teary eyes. "Pretty, pretty please with sugar and nine cherries on top?"

Trent laughed at her cute attempts to squeeze information out of him and ruffled her hair. "All we did was watch Chris talk to the campers who got voted off last week," he explained. "It… wasn't that exciting." It wouldn't have been for a three year old, at least… What, with Duke and Raven's affectionate affection.

Grace frowned. "That's it?"

He shrugged. "That's it."

His little sister pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "Man, we did all that bad stuff for nothing!"

"I'm sorry, kiddo…" He picked her up and started to walk her out. Before they were out the door, he stopped, looked back down at her, and cocked an eyebrow. "What kind of bad stuff?"

Grace just guiltily grinned. Boy, oh boy, he did not even want to know the things they had done that afternoon…

Oh, the drama that's going on at Playa de Losers! Well, with Jackson, Rikki, and Courtney via phone, at least… XD

Like the Chris/Jude voice actors joke? I'm so funny, aren't I? XP It's not the Jude from 6teen, just a new OC of mine named Jude. Cuz I thought it's be funny :3

What will happen on their other day off? Will the original TDI characters get more screen time? What the heck ever happened to adorable little Rental? Will the kids actually poop in Chef's shoes? Or will they come up with a plan that doesn't sound like it was thought up by a five year old?