SO SORRY! Okay, this has been like FOREVER since I last updated, but I have been really busy… I am going to try to get more chapters up sooner but it takes some time. Okay, so I had those of you reading this to tell me what you thought this chapter should include, and I've decided this should be dramatic, but I wanna make it longer, so, here goes!

Remember! I do not own any of the characters or the Total Drama Series, as a matter of fact!

Hope you all like it…

Chapter 4:

~Duncan's POV~

I looked over at Gwen just in time to catch her eye, and then they shut. She must have been really tired; it's like she just fell unconscious in less than a second! I looked back up at the stars and thought of how everything had happened since this season began. I thought I had fallen hard for Courtney, but I wasn't so sure anymore. Sure, she was hot and sexy, had fire in her that could drive any guy crazy, but she was also bossy, big headed, annoying, naggy, and she was power-crazy!

All of a sudden, I felt a weight rest itself on my shoulder. I looked over and noticed Gwen trying to cuddle next to me in her sleep. I smirked and turned her so she was next to me, her head and one hand on my chest. I slipped my arm around her waist and she snuggled closer, smiling and sighing quietly. I wondered if she was dreaming about Trent, probably. I knew she still had feelings for him, but I always tried to push that knowledge away. I thought more about Gwen, breathing in her scent. She always smelled like vanilla, with a hint of something else. I'm not sure what it is, but it reminds me of Juvie in a way, almost like fire. It was almost like burning vanilla. I liked it. I tightened my grip and fell asleep thinking about Gwen.

~No one's POV~

{Meanwhile, back at the Girl's trailer…}

Heather was getting ready for bed, when she noticed a certain Goth was nowhere in sight. Hm, weird goth girl must be out with the punk… well, now that Courtney's gone, and I'm alone… She thought evilly. She ran over to Gwen's bunk and pulled out her diary from under her pillow. You think she would've learned! Heather read the last two entries. These are perfect! Good thing little gothy has a thing for writing, she thought, continuing to read the latest entries.

{In a tent with security TVs everywhere}

Chris sat there, watching Gwen and Duncan sleeping and Heather reading Gwen's diary. He laughed evilly then noticed Owen with a… phone?! Chris leaned in and noticed he was texting Trent. They were in an intent conversation until Owen left to use the restroom. Chris had an intern bring him the phone and began looking through the texts, his smile widening with every word he read. This is going to make for some amazing television! Thought Chris. He looked at the camera, smiling like the devil as he spoke.

"Well, tomorrow's challenge should be interesting to say the least! I see lots of DRAMA coming to you, next time on TOTAL! DRAMA! ACTION!" He finished as the cameras zoomed out and the music faded.

~Gwen's POV~

{The next Morning}

I woke up to the sun beating down on me, yet it was a little cold out. I snuggled farther into my bed, trying to get my blanket over me more, only to find an arm around my waist. I opened my eyes and saw the strong arm holding me. I recognized the sleeve and smile to myself, remembering last night. I realized then I was resting my head on his chest, with his head leaning over mine. I looked up, noticing he was still asleep, and sighed quietly. I didn't want this moment to end yet. I closed my eyes again, snuggling closer. I felt his grip tighten slightly around me and he mumbled something in his sleep. It kind of sounded like 'I love you' and I thought he must've been dreaming of Courtney. I sighed and kept laying there until I felt him stir. I pretended to sleep, so maybe I could lay here a little longer. I felt him sigh, but it sounded happy, and felt him shake me softly. I pretended not to notice. He then whispered directly in my ear, his warm breath sending tingles down my spine.

"Come on sunshine, you gotta get up. We have a challenge today, and I'm not getting voted off. I do NOT want to deal with Courtney. She's probably still fuming mad at me." I still did not move. He moved his face away slowly, only a little, before standing and slinging me over his shoulder, not too roughly, and again I did not move, I wanted to let him carry me. I could just feel his smirk and eye roll.

We walked a little ways and decided I should 'wake up' before we got back to the trailers. *Yawn* I stretched my arms as I opened my eyes. Duncan stopped and set me down on the ground, his hands on my waist.

"So, you decided to wake up finally?" He looked down at me with a smirk on his face and an eyebrow raised.

"Well, I can't control when I wake up." I crossed my arms and turned and began the rest of the walk back to the trailers. Duncan shook his head and caught up to me. We walked back in a comfortable silence until the trailers were in sight. I raced over to my trailer, about to open the door, when a strong grip caught my waist. I looked behind me to see Duncan grinning behind me.

"What? No hug? I did carry you almost all the way back here." He asked me in a fake hurt tone. I rolled my eyes, but obliged, wrapping my arms around his neck. I breathed in his scent and smiled. I pulled away and headed into the trailer, crawling into my bed silently. Heather was still asleep, so I just sat on my bed and pulled out my diary. I began a new entry.

Hey there diary!

Okay, last night was, weird, but sooooo fun! Duncan chased me around the lot and finally got me, tickling me until I seriously could not breath! Then we just laid down, talked, and looked at the stars… It was really amazing. Then we fell asleep, maybe not the best call, but when I woke up in his arms, I don't know. Everything just felt right… Anyways, he, like, carried me back to the trailers this morning and I found Heather still asleep. I'm glad that little bitch didn't wake up! I just hope she didn't realize I wasn't around last night…

I hope today's challenge won't kill me, Chris is seriously becoming the creepiest show host EVER. I have a feeling his New Year's goal was to kill an innocent (or mostly innocent) teenager.

Gwen

I put my diary away quickly as I heard an angry Heather hit her head on the bunk above her. I stretched and got up. I changed and headed to the cafeteria, grabbing a tray with some grey-ish brown slop on my plate. It looked disgusting! I headed over to the table Owen and Duncan were sitting at, having a heated discussion over which was better; horror movies or spy movies. Horror movies, obviously! I thought to myself as I sat down.

"No way! Horror movies are WAY better! They have action, gore, and the creepy factor! All spy movies got are that guy who uses retarded 'gadgets' to catch criminals." Duncan argued at Owen, who looked really defensive.

"So? I'd rather see a guy catching criminals with awesome equipment and getting the hot girl than some guy with a chainsaw attacking random people!" Owen retorted, but looked scared. I decided to speak and try to end the argument with my slightly biased opinion.

"Guys! Spy movies are awesome, they do have action and the occasional 'classy' gore scene," I paused as Duncan butted in, "Hey!" "but, horror movies are way better! They have the gore, the creeper, the psycho and the romance from the first couple to die, the one making out! The scaring is all strategic and very psychological and takes a lot of work. Those creating these movies are under appreciated by the public, even as people are too scared to try them. Sometimes, the thrill is in the scare! And, a little gore, or a lot, goes a long way to add suspense." As I finished, I saw Owen's aw-struck face and Duncan's 'nice work' face. I crossed my arms and a smug smile appeared on my face. All of a sudden, Chris came in on a fork lift and told us to meet him by set 64 in five minutes. then, he shouted go and we all walked out casually, no one actually knew where the set was.

I walked with Duncan, we talked about the most random things we could think of, so in depth, I ran into a wall. I sat up from the ground, rubbing my head to notice the wall had a sign that said 64 on it. Duncan helped me up and we walked in, noticing Chris sitting in a lounge chair, sipping a lemonade, with two interns wearing masks fanning him. We looked puzzled until he noticed. He shooed us into a dressing room wear interns began pulling and tugging and ripping things off our bodies and teasing our hair and drawing on our faces. They pulled new clothes around us, all in a moment. I hadn't even figured out what just happened until we stepped out of the dressing room only moments later.

"PERFECT!" shouted Chris as he looked at us. We glanced at each other, eyes widening as we saw each other's outfits for the first time.

Okay! Well, R&R please, that actually took so long!O.O