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Although Chris decided to wake everyone by flying low in a plane and coming close to mowing us down, I woke up feeling well rested. I'd dismissed what Geoff had said. Of course I didn't have a crush on Duncan! I only liked him as a friend. Courtney was welcome to him – although I hoped she stayed that friendly hyper person she became after they stole all that food.

Anyway, there was no doubt left that Duncan had won our bet. The teams hadn't merged, and he'd won Courtney over. But we didn't get to talk about that until after part of the challenge.

Every challenge was individual today, and only three members of the teams participated. Chris had already chosen DJ, Geoff and Harold from our team, and Trent, Leshawna and Lindsay from the Gophers. Each challenge was extreme sports.

So Trent and DJ were basically skydiving from 5000 feet. They had parachutes. The team's job was to move a sofa bed for them to land on.

DJ looked worried, but Trent was all cool, even quoting "'Best glimpse of heaven's on the way into Hell.'"

Then, Geoff and Leshawna would ride a Canadian bucking moose. The winner would be the one who stayed on for eight seconds and didn't get thrown into a pile of laundry.

Finally, Harold and Lindsay would waterski in mud. They also had to collect five flags before they crossed the finish line, and someone from the other team would drive.

"Cool!" Lindsay squealed when the names were announced. "I can model my new bikini!"

But then, Chris showed us the reward. A mobile shower, gleaming and desirable. After all the horrors of camp showers, I was practically starting to drool at the thought of winning a chance to shower properly.

Owen, who was scoffing marshmallows, wasn't so impressed. "A shower? How about something good?"

Heather scowled at him. "Listen to me, you marshmallow-eating goof! We are going to win that shower if it's the last thing we do, got it?"

Poor Owen choked on his marshmallow.

"Shut your insult-hole, Heather." I said coolly. "It's not like you can control this one – and nor can Owen. You have to threaten anyone, you better start with someone who has an effect on whether you win or lose. Better yet, sew your mouth up so none of us have to hear what you say."

Heather shot one of her death glares at me. I had to admit, her grey eyes could freeze blood, probably.

It was time for breakfast, and that's when we found it. Well, Owen nearly ate it, then Chef found it and dropped it, and I picked it up.

It was a haiku poem – a love poem, actually. I showed it to Gwen and Bridgette.

"Whoa, some dude's crushing big time." Bridgette grinned. She looked at Gwen. "It's probably for you."

"Really?" Gwen said. "I was gonna say it was for you."

"It's gotta be for one of you." I commented. Personally, my money was on Gwen. I mean, Trent wrote songs, right? He could write poetry, and it was obvious he was into Gwen. Nice as Geoff was, I couldn't see him even knowing what a haiku was.

That was how the trouble started. Gwen remarked that "Geoff probably couldn't pronounce haiku, let alone write one."

Bridgette's eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, he's just not exactly the scholarly type."

Things started getting ugly. Now the girls weren't arguing that it was for the other – they argued that it was for them.

"You know what?" I snapped. "You two keep arguing and the two guys might get turned off. Besides that, the poem could've been for me, or Leshawna, or Lindsay, or even Heather! You two quit arguing!"

As it was, the poem wasn't for either of them. They both dropped hints, but Trent just looked confused whenever Gwen said something, and when Bridgette mentioned haikus, Geoff simply asked "What's a haiku?" He also didn't have the most cultured idea of romance.

As for the challenges...well, we won the first one. DJ landed on our sofa bed easily, while the Gophers couldn't move theirs forward enough after Owen fell asleep on it, and Trent had to go to the medical tent. Again. However, Geoff didn't do too well on the moose, while Leshawna hung on grimly.

Gwen and Bridgette were still arguing. "So? Your guy's a metro with a broken back!"

"So? Your guy's a grammatically challenged skater flake!"

I finally stepped in again. "Will you two give it a rest? We've established that someone other than Trent or Geoff wrote the haiku. It's old news. Move on."

Finally, Gwen gave a sigh. "Okay. Yeah, it wasn't either of them."

"Yeah." Bridgette agreed. "Plus, we kind of just assumed it was for us." They both hugged quickly, and then all three of us agreed to find out who actually wrote the haiku. Maybe then, we could work out who it was actually for.

Now we were tied, and it was time for the mudskiing.

"I'm ready!" Lindsay sang out, all dressed up in a lime green bikini.

Heather volunteered to drive for Harold, so I volunteered to drive for Lindsay. Meanwhile, Bridgette and Gwen went to try and find out if Owen or DJ had written the haiku. They were sure it couldn't have been Duncan, because he was into Courtney, and we didn't think Harold could have done it.

Harold did fine with the mudskiing at first. Better than fine, actually. Despite Heather's crazy driving, Harold grabbed every flag and was heading to the finish line.

So what did Heather do? She tried to cut off the line, but a branch caught on Heather's halter top and tore it off. She screamed and Harold stared, hitting a rock and losing.

Then I jumped on, and started driving as crazily as possible. But I had to cross the finish line or be disqualified. I ended up crashing in anger, and Lindsay still flew across the finish line. "Sorry about that, Sophie, I just really wanted that shower!" she called back.

I didn't bother to correct her. I wasn't the first person whose name Lindsay had gotten wrong, and it was really depressing to think we didn't get the shower. Especially after Geoff's loss on the moose had sent him into a pile of unwashed socks. At elimination, he had to sit in a tree, so that the stench he'd gained didn't overwhelm us before he showered in the comunnal showers.

As for us girls, we were still trying to find out who wrote the poem. "Who could it be?" Bridgette wondered.

"Who could what be?" Leshawna asked as she passed. We showed her the poem.

"Another note from your secret admirer, Leshawna?" Chris asked.

All three of us were surprised enough to speak in unison. "Leshawna's the crush girl?"

Leshawna grinned, quoting the poem. "You three know someone else here with a booty as "luscious as an apple'?"

But the thing was, who wrote it? None of the boys had shown particular interest in Leshawna, as far as we knew.

So as usual, Chris gave us marshmallows, although he had to call through a loudspeaker to let Geoff know he was safe. Finally, there was one left – either me or Harold.

"So that leaves Harold, who bailed big for reasons unknown, and Stephanie, who also bailed big because Lindsay left her to crash in a shameless-"

"We get it, just give the marshmallow to one of us!" I snapped.

Chris shrugged. "Stephanie, you're safe. Harold, sorry dude, you're done like dinner."

Harold seemed cool about it, though. "Well, it's been fun, guys." he said.

We all went to see him off, pretty much – both teams. He turned to face everyone as he stood on the dock. "Farewell, Total Drama Island. I loved, I lost, and I saw boobies. What more could a man ask for?"

"You loved?" Gwen repeated.

"You're a man?" Leshawna said.

"You saw boobies?" Bridgette asked.

Harold put his luggage into the boat, and then said...

"Leshawna, I meant every word of that poem."

"Poem? That was you?"

"No way." murmured Bridgette. Suddenly, Leshawna and Harold were running towards each other, and they embraced.

I didn't hear their exchange, but suddenly, they were kissing. The only thing that broke them apart was Chef pulling Harold away to the boat. He waved to Leshawna. She waved back, then came back down the dock to us.

"Wait a sec." Geoff said. "So...Harold saw your boobies?"

"Can we see?" Owen asked.

I slapped Owen lightly. "Ask anyone a question like that again and I can slap a hell of a lot harder." I warned.

"Heck, no!" Leshawna answered his question. Then she frowned. "Wait a minute." She went to the edge of the dock and yelled out to the disappearing boat "Whose boobies did you see?"

We got the answer as the only absent person stepped out of the mobile shower. Leshawna was gunning for her, even when Heather insisted it was a fluke. "You think I'd actually show that dweeb my boobs on purpose?"

Gwen smiled at Bridgette and I. "Well, that's settled. 'Night."

"'Night." Bridgette and I answered, heading back to our cabin.

"I feel kind of jealous." I confessed to her later that night. "I mean, in spite of the haiku thing, you and Gwen both have boys on the island, and now Leshawna does too. And Lindsay's always had Tyler. Heather doesn't need anyone, but me...well, I kind of wish I'd met someone."

Bridgette smiled knowingly. "Did you have someone in mind?"

"No!" I said quickly. Then I sighed. "I guess. I didn't think about it until yesterday, but Geoff said he thinks I like Duncan and just don't know it. And I guess...I mean, he's fun to be around, and I do think he's really hot. You know, I like the mohawk, and he's got really nice eyes and a great smile. But he's already dating Courtney! I don't even know whether I genuinely have a crush on him or if I only feel this way because Geoff planted the idea in my mind. But either way, I have no chance."

Bridgette gave a sigh. "I didn't say anything because I thought this would happen, but I thought the same as him, actually. You guys are a good match. So what are you going to do?"

I shrugged. "Stay friends with Duncan and try hooking up with one of the seniors in my own country next semester. It's probably better this way – luckily, my contract expires once the season ends. Anyway, goodnight."

There you go, that's the last pre-merge chapter. Thank goodness!