Let's continue...let's, dare I say it, finish the season! Well, there's the special, but...anyway, thanks for reviewing, Gage the Hedgehog, shahmeeralikhokhar (sorry, but it was kind of fixed from the start) and SuperKitty4789.

We were all going to watch the final showdown, where Gwen and Owen performed the final challenge, and one person would come out with a cheque for one hundred grand.

As we all walked up to the starting point of the race and sat down on the bleachers, we saw the two finalists. It felt like ages since I'd been kicked off, even though it had barely been a week.

"Hey, guys!" Owen greeted us cheerfully. Gwen said nothing, looking a little worried and blushing when Trent passed, giving a smile her way.

The sets of bleachers each had a poster sporting a finalist's face – we had to sit with the people who were rooting for the same finalists. No contest – I sat down on the bleachers with the rest of Gwen's supporters. Plenty of the friends I'd made were Owen supporters, but at least I didn't have to sit with Heather.

Gwen immediately noticed Heather's wig. "Nice rug."

"Oh, bite me." Heather retorted. Izzy, who was sitting behind her, reached out before Heather slapped her hands away. "Stop touching my hair, crazy girl!"

Before Chris told us about the challenge, he asked the finalists to tell us what they would do with the money, and why they thought they deserved it.

Gwen told us that she was proud of herself for making it so far. "If I can survive this, maybe the rest of high school won't be so bad." she joked. Izzy burst out laughing.

Gwen continued, telling us that she'd promised to split her winnings with Owen earlier, and with the rest of the money, she'd travel the world and then spend the remainder on studying art history at university.

"Yeah, that's it!" cheered Leshawna from beside me (I was sitting between her and Eva). "Girlfriend's got some goals!"

"Very cool." added Trent, who was on the other side of Eva.

Owen's rebuttal was short and sweet. "I'd throw the biggest hugest sickest party ever, and invite everyone here!"

All of Owen's supporters stood up and started cheering. At that moment, Katie, Sadie, Justin, Bridgette and DJ all got up from the Gwen-supporter bleachers and switched sides, supporting Owen. That left just me, Eva, Trent, Leshawna, Cody and Lindsay supporting Gwen.

"At least not all of you are total sellouts." Gwen scowled.

"Oh, and I forgot!" Owen added. "It'll be on a yacht!"

Lindsay, a guilty look on her face, switched sides. I debated it, but didn't move. Parties were fun, but not fun enough to make me switch sides. Yeah, a yacht party hosted by one of the two party animals of Total Drama Island would be out of this world compared to any other party I'd been to, but who said I'd even be able to go? I wasn't going to be in Canada for that long.

The final challenge was the reject Olympics. Gwen and Owen each had to wear a hat – Gwen's was a chicken, Owen's was a cow. Then they'd both have to get up a flagpole and grab the flag at the top. After that, they'd cross a chasm on a rickety plank, with sharks below. As they did, they'd carry an eagle egg. The rest of it was a sprint to the finish.

"Good luck, Owen." Gwen smiled. "If I had to lose to anyone here, it'd be you."

"Aw, that's so nice!" Owen said with a grin. "I hope you lose to me, too!"

"Yeah, go, Owen!" Geoff called out. "We wanna party!"

"You're gonna get one!" Owen yelled back. "Woohoo!"

"Go, Gwen!" Leshawna called. "Kick his butt, girl!"

"You can do it, Gwen!" Trent called.

I couldn't think of anything creative, so I just called out "Go, Gwen!"

Leshawna looked at Eva, and I nudged the butch girl.

"I don't cheer." Eva said flatly.

It was game time, but the thing was...Chris didn't seem to care what anyone did. So that meant that we could help the finalists without them being disqualified. About half of Owen's supporters helped him out all they could, especially Heather and Izzy. On Gwen's side, Trent ran alongside her for the whole race, although from the conversation I heard while tailing Gwen (in case I could help later on), although she wasn't angry about the Heather thing anymore, she didn't trust him, either.

Gwen got to the flagpole first, but had trouble, because someone had rubbed butter all over it. At that point, Trent actually rubbed it down with his shirt to help her, while a bunch of Owen's supporters had to push him up his one.

"How do I get down?" I heard Owen asking as I followed Gwen.

Next was the walk across the chasm, so I went back to get to the other side. I was soon joined by a bunch of the others, including Duncan, Courtney, and of course, Trent. He waved to Gwen, and as she started to cross, Owen arrived, with Heather, Izzy and Geoff around him. Heather was saying something to him that I couldn't hear from the other side, while Owen just smiled, agreeing. Gwen nearly lost her balance, starting to lose focus. She finally seemed to be starting to get back on track.

"That's it, get your balance back, and stay calm!" Trent called out.

Owen started panicking for his opponent's sake. "Oh no! Hang on, Gwen, you can do it! Just don't fall into the shark-infested waters!"

"You're really not helping, Owen!" Gwen called, starting to get her balance back.

"Sorry!"

Heather had joined the rest of us, so I heard her mutter "When is that stupid cupcake gonna kick in?"

I turned back to her. "What cupcake?"

Heather shrugged innocently. "Oh, nothing."

I scowled. "If said cupcake has been eaten, what harm could telling me do?" I snatched her wig off. "Tell me!"

"Give me that!" Heather snapped, trying to reach. I was taller than her and held it over her head, deliberating whether I should hold it over the chasm.

"Not until you tell me about the cupcake!"

"Okay, okay, I put laxitives in a cupcake and left it outside Gwen's cabin!" Heather admitted. "Now give it back!"

I shrugged and dropped the wig.

At that same moment, eagles began circling over Gwen and Owen, angry that they'd taken their eggs.

"Oh snap, that is messed up!" Duncan exclaimed, chuckling.

Courtney looked at him incredulously. "What, you mean you like watching this? They could die!"

"Aw, mellow your yellow, babe, this is awesome TV!"

"Why would I want to watch Gwen and Owen risk their lives?"

"This is life at it's most raw. Check out 'Elvis' here with his guitar. One misstep – his girlfriend is shark bait. Now that would make for an interesting song." It was true. Trent's face was horrified as he watched Gwen.

Courtney's face changed. Suddenly, she pulled Duncan into a kiss. After she let him go, she caught her breath and said "You're still not my type."

"You make me sick." replied Duncan. They kissed again, and I honestly didn't feel jealous. Okay, maybe a little...but not really in the way you'd expect. I was cool with only having a friendship with Duncan. But I'd kissed my fair share of boys in my teenage years. So far, he was the best I'd ever come across – gentle but unyielding. Courtney was lucky to be dating someone who was that skilled at kissing, and I wondered for a moment if that wasn't all he was good at.

Believe it or not, Heather brought Justin over and tore his shirt off to distract Gwen. Thing was, it also distracted the eagles, and Owen.

Trent stepped in front of Justin. "Gwen, ignore the incredibly hot man candy, and keep walking!" Gwen obeyed, just a fraction before Owen. Worse for Owen's supporters, he was the one who had to lock himself in the outhouse confessional (it was the nearest toilet) after the cupcake. It turned out Gwen had given it to him, so Heather's plan to slow Gwen down had backfired, big time.

"Try to avoid the confessional for awhile." Gwen grinned as Heather fumed. Leshawna, Cody and I were following her.

"That's it, go, girl!" Leshawna called. "You got it!"

"So just to clarify," I heard Trent say to Gwen, "You're not mad at me anymore?"

"Nope."

"But you don't trust me either?"

"Right again."

"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

"Um...no, nothing comes to mind."

You won't believe this, but Trent continued racing alongside her, and carried a boulder the whole way, claiming that it was the only way he could get through to her about how in love he was. Gwen just told him she thought he was crazy.

It looked like the winner was definite. Gwen was an obvious winner, but you wouldn't believe what Izzy did. She made brownies, and made Lindsay get Chris' industrial fan from his trailer to blow the scent towards Owen. He broke into a sprint instantly, and passed Gwen easily. Within ten seconds, the tension had broken and Owen had won the hundred grand.

Oh, and after Heather started whining because Lindsay accidentally turned the fan the wrong way at first and blew her wig off, Leshawna and I locked her into the confessional. Going in there after Owen – a fate worse than death.

At least Gwen seemed okay, even though Owen had knocked her over, and she was a bit stunned.

"You okay?" Trent asked her.

"Yeah, just remind me to never get between Owen and a brownie again."

Everyone was cheering, and Owen even kissed Izzy on the cheek, several times. And at least we had a party.

Trent helped Gwen to her feet and began to walk over when she asked "Aren't you forgetting something?" She pointed at the boulder.

Trent raised an eyebrow and picked Gwen up. "Put me down!" she cried, although she was still smiling.

"Say you'll go out with me." Trent answered. "Come on, say it!"

"Okay, okay, I'll go out with you!"

Owen came over to them. "You guys are going out? Awesome! You're coming to my party together!"

That night was the last bonfire ceremony, so we all watched as Owen received the final marshmallow and his cheque.

"What can I say, Chris?" he said. "I'm so psyched. This is just..."
"Awesome?" all of us chorused.

"Yes! Party next week, everyone!"

Although I was sad that I hadn't won, I was happy for Owen. Sure, I would've preferred for Gwen to win, but it could've been much worse. As I'd mentioned earlier, Owen was just like a big teddy bear. There were so many people who deserved it less.

"Yo, Owen!" Geoff called out. "You know what it's time for?"

Owen nodded. He eyed Chris wickedly, making the host look worried.

But he was a lot more worried as Owen, Duncan and Geoff carried him down the dock. "No, no, guys, my hair!" We finally got to watch, as the three of them tossed Chris into the water.

We all burst out laughing.

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

"Oh, Chef..." sang Geoff.

"You're next, dude!" Owen finished, and all three of them chased him.

Gwen nudged a scowling Heather. "Aw, come on! You gotta be a little bit happy to see him get dunked."

"No." Heather insisted for a moment. I raised my eyebrows at her, and she finally smiled. "Yeah..."

It was back to the Playa for a couple of days, to chill until the eight weeks were up.

Or so I thought.

We all remember what's coming next!