"Searching For Mr. Wrong"

Rated T for language

Pairing: Taylor x Rock

Summary: Taylor's grown sick and tired of being embarrassed by her mom, Kelly, especially after one embarrassing moment. During a fight, Taylor then decides to lock herself in. In order to ease down her daughter's rotten attitude, Kelly decides to set her up on a date with a very lucky guy. Will there be a happily ever after or just end up in total disaster?

Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama Presents: The Ridonculous Race or any of the characters. The Total Drama series and its contestants are owned by FreshTV, Jennifer Pertsch and Tom McGillis. Anyway, since we're a little far off from the new Total Drama spinoff, I'd figured I try my hand at a fic featuring the new characters themselves. Of course, I'm talking about the mother/daughter team of Kelly and Taylor. Oh, and not to mention another character from the series as well. And wouldn't you know it right now? I decided to pair Taylor up with one of my other favorite character from the Ridonculous Race, Rock! Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 4: Rethinking Strategies

Rock had taken Taylor's hand as they approached that happened to be his van. Well, it wasn't his to be honest, the van actually belonged to the rock band he was fronting, Devil Frog. He had to admit that it was no tour bus, but it looked very roomy and warm, knowing it was actually a Woodstock van painted gray with the Devil Frog logo on it.

With a smirk, Rock ended up going to the big trunk of the van. Taylor looked a bit bothered.

"Excuse me, you're supposed to be in the frickin' front seat riding me somewhere." Taylor huffed.

"Oh, sorry about that, babe." Rock smirked. "I forgot to tell you that Spud's gonna be riding with us!" Suddenly, the metalhead looked over Taylor's shoulder to see Spud's head pop out the window. "Ain't that right, Spud?"

"Totally, man." Spud smirked.

"Oh, great, now I gotta deal with his baboon of a friend..." Taylor thought as she groaned.

"So, you gonna come in?" Rock replied.

"And be trapped with you in the back-seat? No thanks, I'll just sit in the front." Taylor scoffed as she went to the front seat with Spud.

"Uh, you might not wanna do that." Rock said, warning her.

"Oh, yeah?" Taylor scoffed, "Just watch me!"

Having to ignore her date, Taylor managed to get inside the car...

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...only to feel her rear burning when she sat.

"Owwwww!" Taylor hissed in pain.

Quickly, Taylor managed to get out, only to find out she was sitting on a hot pizza box.

"Okay, what the hell what's I sitting on?!" Taylor growled.

"Oh, sorry about that, that was my dinner." Spud replied. "I ordered myself a really hot ghost pepperoni pizza drenched in green pepper habanero sauce, and topped with small Carolina Reapers. Best of all, they cook it in a grill that becomes encrusted with ghost chili flakes! Talk about a heart-stopper, huh?"

"I should've told ya, babe!" Rock replied through the backseat's curtain.

"Well, thanks for telling me already before my butt got fried up like an oven!" Taylor snapped.

"Sorry about that." Rock smirked. "Come to the backseat. It's much warmer here."

"Fine..." Taylor groaned.

Knowing this was a waste of time, Taylor managed to come across the trunk and open the door.

To Taylor's stunned surprise, she found out that Rock had created some sort of love nest. I guess that must've explained the blankets, the pillows, the little boombox which was playing a tape of Rock's favorite rock ballads, and a stack of dark chocolate bars. Apparently, this was Rock's way of acting so romantic. Apparently, it didn't look so romantic to Taylor whatsoever.

"You gotta be kidding me..." Taylor groaned.

"Hey, if ya wanna sit on top of a hot steaming pizza box, be my guest!" The rocker smirked.

Rolling her eyes already, Taylor managed to get inside the huge trunk and sat an inch away from Rock. However, that didn't stop the rocker from having to put an arm around her shoulder for good measure.

"Sweet, now that we're in the big-ass trunk, let's get to know each other better." Rock smirked.

However, Taylor managed to set a few things straight.

"Whoa whoa, back up." She replied. "Just because you think you're acting so romantic all around me, that doesn't mean I have to like you and crap. You're just taking me on a date and then sending me back home. And if you even think of getting your way with me, think again." Just to prove her words well, Taylor then shimmed a little through her curves. "Because all of this, is off limits. Got me?"

"No problem, babe." Rock nodded. "I will respect your space!"

"At least we finally agree on something..." Taylor rolled her eyes.

"Okay Rock, off to the bar!" Rock exclaimed.

"Got it!" Spud nodded as he started the engine to the van.

"Oh great, I can tell this is gonna be hell. I blame my mom for this..." Taylor thought to herself.

Without major warning, the van that had Rock, Taylor and Spud inside it drove off to their first destination.

Back at home, Kelly was walking around back and forth. She looked a little stressed, having to wait for Dwayne unpatiently.

"Where in the heck is he coming already?" Kelly thought with a groan. "He should've been here right now! How long does it take him to fix a fuckin' lightbulb? I swear, a 100-year old man can do a faster job than him."

After around 20 minutes, she heard fast footsteps come through the door.

Rolling her eyes, Kelly finally managed to open the door...

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...only to see Dwayne wearing what seemed to be usual yellow work shirt and ripped jeans.

"Sorry, I'm a little late than expected." Dwayne panted.

"It's about time you showed up." Kelly groaned. "What took you frickin' long?"

"It's a funny story, you see." He chuckled. "I had to adjust the lightbulb like I said I'd do, and then suddenly, a wasp came flying through my house. I was so scared, I accidentally fell on my ass on the way down and ran away from that son of a bitch. As I was running, I accidentally stepped on my son's skateboard sending me through a mile of the house. And wouldn't you know it? I fell backwards on a dog dish full of Gravy Train dog food. I was gonna wear another pair of pants when I realized that the rest of my pants was still washing. So I had no choice but to go to my closet and deck out in some ripped jeans from the 80's. It smells a little damp though. I think it smells like seaweed, wanna take a whiff?"

"Eh, no." Kelly cringed. "If I had to smell some smelly ripped jeans, I'd lose my appetite."

"Yeah, sorry about that." He blushed in embarrassment. "Anyway, what do you need help on?"

"I need your help with my daughter and his date." Kelly reminded him.

"You mean the guy with the orange bandana that he wears? I thought it was some kind of orange washcloth." Dwayne chuckled.

"You know him?" She raised her eyebrow.

"Of course, he always comes over and gives him guitar lessons after school." Dwayne nodded. "I think his name is Rick, I think."

"It's Rock." Kelly corrected him.

"Well, then. I guess I don't know any better then..." Dwayne chuckled nervously.

After getting out another can of coke from the fridge, Kelly started getting second thoughts.

"Apparently, I feel like I'm starting to worry about my daughter already," Kelly replied. "I'm not really sure if what I'm doing is right."

"I'm pretty sure you don't have to worry much," Dwayne nodded. "I mean, your daughter's pretty much old enough to date any guy she wants."

"Yeah, you're right." Kelly nodded as well. "I guess the only wise thing to do is to check up on her."

"You mean intrude on her?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I don't mean intrude," Kelly chuckled. "I want to be sure Rock's intentions for my daughter are right. I want to be sure that Rock can keep my daughter safe and alright by one piece. I think we should go undercover and spy on her, just for her safety."

Suddenly, when she mentioned the word undercover, Dwayne definitely caught interest.

"Undercover? As in James Bond undercover?" He raised his eyebrow as Kelly nodded. "This is gonna be great! I bet we're gonna wear some awesome black tuxedos like 007! And the best part of being an agent is that you get to choose codenames! I'll be Super Dad, and you'll be Ice Queen, and together we can-"

"Look, we're not gonna dress casual, not that I even know of yet," Kelly replied. "We're just gonna spy on her time to time and that'll be it. That way, I won't have to stop worrying about Taylor and everything will be alright."

"Aw, but I wanted to wear a tuxedo..." Dwayne groaned.

"Fine, we'll go to a dress shop and get you a tuxedo, that way you won't stop bitching and complaining." Kelly sighed.

"Oh, sweet! Let's go now!" Dwayne cheered, before grabbing Kelly's keys from the key rack.

But as he opened the garage door...

*CRASH!*

Dwayne tumbled down the mini-stairs and crashlanded on his face. Unfortunately, he must've forgot to realize that the entire garage was encased in darkness. Better yet, he forgot to turn on the lights after he entered.

"Owwwwww..." Dwayne muffled in pain.

"You want me to wrap some bandage for that?" Kelly replied.

"Please, sir..." He muffled again.

"Good enough, then..." Kelly rolled her eyes as she checked around the cabinets for some band-aids.

This was definitely gonna be one complicated adventure for sure. And with Dwayne on her side, Kelly hoped it wouldn't be worse than what her daughter was feeling as well.

Wow, this really took an awful long time to finish. I had a little bit of trouble with this chapter, but regardless, I got it done now!

So it looks like both Kelly and Dwayne are gonna sneak up and spy on Taylor and Rock then. I'll tell ya, there's bound to be trouble for sure (hopefully if Kelly and Dwayne don't get caught). But who knows? It may happen. It might not. Either way, you don't want to miss next chapter!

Feedbacks are welcome! Until next time, this is UltimateWarriorFan4Ever signing off for now! PEACE!