I-I don't even know if it's possible to apologize for the dramatical delay. Damned college! I'm not damning my summer because it was awesome. Needless to say, I lost inspiration for this tale. With only one chapter left, there is NO WAY I won't continue it. So I typed this, bits by bits. I hope you enjoy the final chapter of Total Drama Island: Psycho Love!

~ Vitani

PS. On the TD-wiki I have found some proof that Chris would be 32 years old. Sierra stated in TDWT he was born in 1978. If the show was on in 2003, he'd be 25 years old. I decided to not give a sh** and make Chris 28.

8 weeks. 8 long weeks. 8 long, exhausting weeks. 8 long, exhausting, moving weeks.

"There's my favorite redhead!" Chris Maclean called out, walking over to Paige, who sat on the stairs of the caravan. The host was wearing a pink and green-striped party hat. Paige snorted. "The costume store was having a sale today?" she joked, pointing to his hat.

"I knew you would love it, that's why I have one for you as well." Chris smiled, pulling out a blue party hat and putted it on Paige's head. Paige rolled her eyes and got up. "Whatever Mr. Host, I'm off for tea." She said, walking off.

"Hey Paige, wait up." Chris asked, eyeing her with a semi-serious expression.

"What?"

"Y'know… Today's the last day of the game. I thought.. Maybe we could spend the evening together?" Chris asked, ruffling trough his black hair.

8 long, exhausting, moving weeks where this man tried to hit on me.

Paige shook her head.

"Pass, McLean. Why don't you go and have beer with the guys?" Paige suggested.

"Pass. Last time I got drunk with a group of guys, some one tried to take my pants off." Chris whimpered. "The hang-over was terrible."

Paige hung her head to her left side. "Who says you're getting drunk?" she winked, and hopped off to the campers part of the island. Only Gwen and Owen were left, and both were asked to make their final confessions on the confession cam.

Paige frolicked around the empty camp, noticing the camera crew and Chris. When the crew switched from Chris to her, she waved and walked a small circle on her hands.

"The sexy host is over here, thank you." Chris grunted and brought the camera back to his own face.

"So now we invite you to the most thrilling, dramatic episode yet! Of Total! Drama! Action!"

"That'll do it." Phill commented, turning the camera off and walking away to prep for the next round. Chris grunted and took out a pocket-size mirror, to adjust his precious hair. In the mirror, he caught Paige walking on her hands trough the grass. What a silly, yet intruding girl she was. A short time ago, it almost seemed she was hesitating between him and running away. It was running away. With a sigh, Chris shoved back the mirror in his pocket and walked slowly to the tribunes. When he was near, he was suddenly glomped from behind.

"What the-"

"Hi Chris!" Paige piped up, giggling. Chris grinned. "Why the sudden change in heart? A few weeks ago you would more likely tackle me and get my wallet." A thud followed; Paige had pinned the host to the ground. "Great idea!" Paige grinned, as she hovered over the host. "So where's your wallet at?"

"My bed."

Paige shrugged as she wanted to get up, but something stopped her.

"Would you please remove your hands from my hips?"

"Bawww,' Chris whined, not doing anything.

"I mean it."

Nothing.

"Seriously…." Paige said, starting to lose her patience.

Still nothing.

"Imma gonna bite your hands off!"

"I just manicured them for the season's finale!"

Paige was at her feet in less that a second, and brushed the imaginary dust off. She fought back a blush. What was wrong with her? Did some evil power possessed her? A strange thing sure took it's power over Paige whenever she was near Chris, making her feel giddy in her stomach area. But most of all, it made her want to be with him. Paige cringed as she thought about that.

"Ya okay?" Chris informed.

Paige rapidly nodded, growing a blush. "B-by the way, when are the other contestants arriving?"

"Any minute," Chris announced. "Are you happy to see your sissie again?"

Nodding, Paige said "Am I! After this we promised each other we'd go on vacation together."

"To where?" the host informed.

"Oh, we don't know yet but-"

"!" A high pitched squeal came from a corner, making both the male and female cringe.

"IZZY!" Paige exclaimed happily. A few seconds later, Paige was glomped by her younger sister as the other contestants arrived, taking place in the tribunes.

"So how was life at the Loser Resort?" Paige eagerly asked, receiving glares from former contestants.

"Awesome, we actually got to eat real food, there was a huge swimming pool when you would see it you would say OY, MAMA! And everything was clean!" Izzy ranted.

"Okay everyone, will everyone who walked down the Dock of Shame, kindly take a seat in the gallery of Failure? The side you choose, should represent who you'd like to cheer for in this final episode of Total, Drama, Island!" Chris said and raised his arms to the camera.

"Can we get this started?" Heather complained, as she saw down on a bench beneath Owen's flag.

"Stop touching my hair, crazy girl!" the Asian snapped at Izzy who shrugged and cheered for Owen.

Paige watched and noted that only a few were on Gwen's side.

"Paige, what are you doing!" Chris exclaimed as he saw Paige sitting down at Gwen's bench.

"I'm screwing the rules, what does it looks like I'm doing?'

"The crew is supposed to be neutral!"

Paige gave the host a grin and a middle finger, and Chris cursed under his breath. That had to be censored.

"Why is Heather smiling like that?" Gwen whispered to Owen, who replied "Maybe she loves her new 'do. Or she's just really happy for us.'

Poor, naïve Owen. Gwen thought and rolled her eyes.

"Wow. You ever have a bad thought about anyone?" Owen shrugged and smiled.

"Gwen, Owen? This is your chance to tell the peanut gallery of Failure what you would do with the money if you won. And why you deserve it." Chris explained to the two teens.

Gwen opened her mouth to speak, that was, if Paige didn't interrupted her.

"YAY GWEN!"

"Can it, Paige!" Chris said trough a toothy smile.

"I want to travel around the world. And after that, I'll go to art college."

"Sweet. Totally boring, but sweet." The host commented. "Owen?"

"I'm gonna use the money to throw a kick-ass party! And you are all invited!"

The teens cheered and a few left Gwen's bench to join Owen's bench. Gwen's eyes grew wide and she clenched her teeth.

Time Lapse!

Both final competitors were on their way to the big prize. Paige took out a notebook and doodled in anime-style Gwen and Owen in an epic fight. The teens left their seats to watch the epic battle.

"Watcha drawing?" the cocky host asked, leaning over to watch her doodle. In fact he was checking out her cleavage.

"Your face." The redhead snapped. Being nervous when he was so dangerously close, made her snap at the host.

"I am not a blonde overweight teen. Nor am I a goth."

Paige's mouth corners urged to pull up and smile. "What are Gwen and Owen doing now?"

"A race. They're about too.. ah, reach the man-eating shark lake by now."

"What if they fall?"

"Ratings, bra! Just think about the ratings!" Chris laughed.

"I'd rather think about the lawsuits when someone falls in and meets their early demise." Paige replied sharply.

*Time skiiiiip!*

Owen and Gwen were racing again, Gwen having the lead. Trent was carrying-no, dragging a rock along to show his love for Gwen. It looked kind of sad, as desperate he was to get Gwen to forgive him for something Heather lured him into. If he was clever and had a little luck, he could get inside her panties in the next 48 hours.

"Oh no!" Lindsay cried out. "Gwen is winning! Your yacht party is in jeopardy!"

"Dudes! We've gotta do something!" Geoff exclaimed, the naturally cool expression lost from his face.

Izzy looked up. "Wait, I have a plan! Has everyone seen a really big electric fan around here?"

Paige sat at the Gwen bench, not really happy Izzy wanted Owen to win.

"Sure, got one in my trailer!" Chris replied.

"You do?" Geoff asked.

"You think I get this wind-blown look naturally?" Chris asked snobbish.

"Get it! And meet me back here. Run!" Izzy yelled before both she and Lindsay disappeared.

The two teens who made it into the finals, headed closer to the finish. The distance between Gwen and Owen became bigger and bigger.

'Great Zeus this hurts!" Owen cried out in agony. Trent catched up with Owen, due to exhaustion from carrying the rock around.

Suddenly, Lindsay and Izzy showed up. The blonde teen was carrying Chris' electric fan, and Izzy had a plate full of brownies.

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!" It was like an invisible hand grabbed Owen and pulled him closer to the finish line. In his sprint for the brownies, he pushed Gwen aside who fell. The obese teen ran straight into the finish line – and straight into Izzy with the brownies which he carved so much for.

Paige jumped on her feet, worried about her little sister who was currently getting crushed by Owen's enormous butt.

Everyone cheered. Heather didn't, for she was a cold-hearted person and locked in the confessional. The teens congratulated Owen. Even Noah. Owen ate brownies and kissed Izzy. Chef Hatchet threw his apron in the air. "And I ain't gonna cook for y'all ever again!"

Later that evening, everyone gathered around the campfire to see Owen receive the last march mellow and the cheque of 1,000 dollars. At one side, the twenty-two teens. Leaning against the rocks, Paige. And Chris was on his host-post.

"I'll treasure it the rest of my life…" Owen started. "Oh screw it! I can buy all the march mellows I want now!" And with those words he ate it.

"Yo Owen! Ya know what it's time for?" Geoff called out, grinning. A lot of the teens wore nasty smirks on their faces, Paige noted. She crossed her arms and started to laugh as the teens headed to Chris.

"N-no! Guys! My hair! Duuuuudes!" Chris called out in panic, being carried by Owen, Geoff and Duncan to the dock of shame. Everyone followed for they did NOT wanted to miss this epic moment. They counted down.

"One, two, three!"

"Aahh!"

Splash!

The famous, suave host of the reality show was now soaking wet, spitting out water now he was in lake Wawanakwa.

"And I've been wanting to do that all summer. How you like that, pretty boy?' Chef bluffed.

"Oh, Che-eeeff.." Geoff said in a sing-sang voice.

"You're next, dude!" Owen exclaimed happily, before the three guys started to chase Chef.

As the teens walked away, to chat and re-unite with each other, Paige remained on the docks. "Well well, looks like you got yourself the wet-look."

"Just get me out of here." Chris demanded.

"I could pull you on the dock to dry up, but who says you're not gonna pull be in the water?" Paige asked the host.

It must have been the puppy-like eyes or the quivering bottom lip that made Paige's heart melt.

"C'mere." Paige extended her arm with a warm smile, pulling the host on the dock and nearly losing her balance. Before she slipped, he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Easy there, punk." Chris muttered. "I'm not diving in again." Paige looked up to him.

The host and the 19-year old had a beautiful full moon on the background as they kissed.

THE END.