"Last time on Total Drama Island! The classic game of dodgeball threw our tired competitors for a loop." Previous footage from the last episode flashes on screen as Chris speaks on the Dock of Shame.
"Geoff made amends for previous failures with his awesome leadership skills, Sadie's loneliness increased when Katie decided to spend more time with DJ, Tyler and Lindsay made like Romeo and Juliet, Beth's glasses shattered and Heather successfully took control of her little alliance. In the end, Harold surprised his team with his mad skills, carrying them to victory after a close game. On the other hand, the Gophers finally lost a challenge and were forced to send pretty boy Justin home after some controversial comments about Cody's physical attractiveness."
Chris adjusts his hair. "It's a darn shame, too. Kid was drawing in tons of thirsty viewers. But, not to fret, viewing world, because this next episode is sure to bring more thirst, humiliation and hilarity than ever before. Will Gwen and Trent ever reveal their feelings for each other? Will Harold be able to continue to impress his team? How long until Lindsay forgets Heather's name again? All these questions and more answered on an all new, exciting episode of…
Total.
Drama.
Island!"
The theme song plays over an intro sequence.
The first shot depicts Wawanakwa in full, leading up to a giant cliff and zooming past McLean as he sips a coffee before diving into the water below the cliff.
Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine.
You guys are on my mind.
We see Ezekiel under water, watching Geoff and Bridgette with a downtrodden look on his face, both of which are staring longingly into each other's eyes until an eagle picks Geoff up by his shoulders and carries him off. Bridgette tries to reach for him, watching him fly away with concern.
You asked me what I wanted to be and now I think the answer is plain to see
I wanna be famous.
The eagle drops Geoff down as it soars past the sun. He falls down a few tree branches before landing in DJ's arms, who seconds prior was enjoying nature and the copious animals around him. The animals get violent and attack as soon as their peace is disturbed. DJ and Geoff scream as the former runs with the latter in his arms away from the vicious animals.
Duncan laughs hysterically at the scene, but Courtney glares at him with disapproval, causing him to stop.
I wanna live close to the sun
So pack your bags cause I already won.
Heather is in a canoe with Beth and LeShawna going down the stream. Beth is in the middle, trying to separate the two from dueling. The canoe ends up careening off of the stream and down a waterfall, which makes the teens fall to the water below, passing by Harold as he practices a few fighting poses on a dangerously positioned log overlooking the falls. As he stretches his arms and legs out in a dorky position, Izzy swings in on a vine and knocks into him, bumping directly into an outhouse housing Lindsay, who falls out with her skirt around her ankles.
Everything to prove
Nothing in my way
I'll get there one day
Cause I wanna be famous.
Inside the mess hall kitchen, we see Chef preparing some disgusting green soup with his bare hand dipped into the pot. He looks behind him at a tied up Owen and Noah, both looking petrified of whatever Chef is concoting for them. In the mess hall itself, Eva arm wrestles Tyler, easily beating him and dislocating his arm.
Outside on the beach, Sadie and Katie coo over Justin, who is looking at himself in between two mirrors. He winks at one, his teeth glistening.
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We get a good look at the polluted, muggy, teal waters of Wawanakwa, a few seagulls fighting over a cellphone. Katie swims for it, with Sadie watching from the sand anxiously, but the skinny brown clone of her best friend ends up being terrorized by a shark and swims back to shore as fast as she can.
I wanna be, I wanna be
I wanna be famous!
Back on the dock of shame, we see Justin strut to the edge before ripping his shirt off, water from the shark splashing towards Katie drenching his perfectly chiseled muscles. He flexes as the camera goes up and transitions from day to night, then comes back down at the campfire ceremony.
I wanna be, I wanna be
I wanna be famous!
Trent is playing his guitar for Gwen, who is entranced by him. He leans forward, a warm smile on his face. As they inch closer, Cody gets between them and places a hand on both of their shoulders, smiling dorkily. The rest of the cast whistles the chorus of the theme song as the camera zooms out to capture them all sitting around the bonfire. The logo appears above them.
Total Drama Island:
The Creeps Cut
Created by VoiceFromUnderTheCovers and Crimson Candy.
It's a new day in the Gopher cabin, the morning sun shining in through the window, illuminating the golden locks of Lindsay as she rummages through her suitcase. Gwen's eyes flutter open, the first thing she sees whilst clutching a purple and black pillow in her arms is Heather's 'friends' Lindsay and Beth on their knees in front of her bed.
"It's gotta be in here somewhere.." Lindsay mutters. Gwen yawns.
"Ugh.. what time is it?"
"Too early." LeShawna answers, gathering her towel and toiletries. "You showering? I wanna get at least one in before that crazy host dude starts yammering on that speaker."
"Sure." She stretches as she climbs out of bed, grabbing her own towel and new change of clothes whilst stepping into her boots. As she walks away, Beth reaches out for her, grabbing her ankle.
"Wait, Gwen! Do you have any spare glasses I can borrow? I'll take anything!"
"Nope." She pulls herself away, following LeShawna out the door. Beth groans worriedly.
"Don't worry, Beth! I'm sure Heather will find a use for you outside your vision."
"A use for me..? But we're a team." She whimpers, standing up slowly.
"Well duh, but I mean… nevermind! I'll be in the shower!" Lindsay hurriedly runs away.
"Wait, Lindsay!" Beth sighs, slouching her shoulders.
(Confessional: Beth)
"Three days ago, we had the dodgeball challenge, where I broke my glasses. Heather really appreciates what I did, but.. I can't see anything! Everything's so blurry. Lindsay's been trying to help, but, and no offense to her, she's kind of an airhead.."
(Confessional end)
Izzy jumps down next to her. "Who needs showers, right Beth?" The crazy girl wraps an arm around her. She reeks of musk.
"I-I do.." She twiddles her thumbs sadly.
On the guys' side of the cabin, Owen returns from the shower, his hair handsomely gelled back and his shirt imprinted on his big body. Noah is right behind him.
"Hey, you do anymore talking with Heather, dude?" Noah questions. Owen immediately looks guilty.
"Pfft, what? No! I mean, maybe, like, when she talks to me, but no, no! I don't talk to her."
"I don't like her." The bookworm folds his arms, turning his head in disapproval.
"Aw, but why not? She's a nice girl." Owen says, putting a duffel bag full of his clothes down, taking a chocolate bar out of the bag to unwrap and bite into.
"She's slippery. Manipulative. She's the kind of girl who'll mess you up for life." Noah explains. Owen swallows the last of his bar.
"How do you know? I mean, there's no way of knowing that for sure, right?"
"Of course there is."
"So what's your proof?" Owen folds his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow. Noah rubs his arm, looking around the room as if he could find the solution there.
"She's just.. Conniving."
Owen's face goes soft. "Aww, little buddy, c'mere."
"What are you- DOinG!" Noah's squeezed into a bear hug, his 'friend' crushing him against his chest.
"Shh… I know, I know. You have trust issues. Tell me, buddy: who hurt you?"
"N-no one!"
The door opens, and in comes Cody, whistling as he struts in full of confidence. He spots Noah and shoots a finger gun at him. "Yo, pleasure doing business!"
Noah glares hard at him. "Shut. Up."
Owen gasps. "Ooooooh, boy problems, huh? Don't worry, I'm catholic, but I don't judge! Everyone's equal in Owen's eyes!"
Noah finally pushes Owen away. "I am not gay for Cody. He's the last person on the island I'd be gay for."
"Who's the first?"
"If I answer, will you stay away from that manipulative raven in the girls cabin?"
"Okay, okay. But if she offers me food, you know I can't control myself."
Noah grabs his shirt by the collar. "No, Owen, especially if she offers you food! You do not break. I will get you food. Do you understand?" He looks at Cody, who's still getting ready for the day before whispering, "we need to vote together if we ever want to make the final two."
Owen's eyes light up. "You wanna take me to the final two?!"
"Shh! Yes, but-"
"Okay, okay! Everytime I think about succumbing to the food urges, I'll think 'what would Noah do?'" He puts his hand against his heart. Noah let's go of him.
"Perfect."
"So?"
"So what?"
"Who would you be.. You know, for first?"
Noah blinks. "...Ugh. If I had to choose.. You." He mumbles it so nobody else can hear. Owen blushes furiously.
"Oh wow.. I'm flattered, ehehehehe!"
"Ugh.."
(Confessional: Owen)
"I know Noah can be sorta rough around the edges, but he's really as soft as a teddy bear wrapped in velvet and sprinkled in shredded cheese. Mm.. teddy bears."
(Confessional: Noah)
"By now, the more educated viewers watching have probably figured out my plan. Alliance between easily gullible minions, check. Owen's practically wrapped around my finger, Izzy's got a thing for Owen, and Cody was… difficult, but I figured him out in no time. My second plan is to disassemble the other major players, namely the raven and her goons."
(Confessional end)
In the Bass' girls cabin, Sadie slowly awakens, stretching her limbs out. She's all alone in her room. As vision comes to her and she gets a full view of the area, she feels a subtle loneliness hit her stomach.
"Katie..?" But then, when nobody responds, she takes her blanket off and photos upon photos of her best friend in lewd, suggestive or outright sexual situations drift down onto the floor. Shocked, she gets down on her knees and sorts through them all, whimpering in denial.
"No, no, no, these- these have to be edited, photoshopped! Right?! Katie?!" Again, nothing. Just outside the cabin, she does hear a voice, though.
"And that's why I'm a vegetarian. I'd recommend it."
"Aww, DJ, you're so.. Sweet."
"Heh, thanks!"
Sadie tightens her fists, standing up whilst watching the two shadows behind the cabin window, one huge and soft, the other disgusting, skinny blob. "Katie…"
(Confessional: Sadie)
"You.. slut! All those months of planning an Onlyfans, all those days and hours we spent practicing different poses and looking up what sickos online would find attractive, all reserved for adulthood, and at the end of it all, she does it behind my back as a MINOR?! Well, fuck you Katie!" She flashes the bird at her before erupting into a crying fit.
(Confessional: Katie)
"DJ is soooo dreamy. But everytime he talks to me, all I can think about is how many other people have seen me.. In the lewd, ehehe... I admit it: I have an Onlyfans. Maybe he doesn't have to find out.. As soon as we get wifi next, I am so deleting it! Good call, Katie!" She claps her hands together.
(Confessional end)
DJ opens up the door to the guys side of the cabin, waving goodbye to Katie as she parts to her side. "Byeeee!" She chirps.
"See you in a bit!" She opens her door and disappears within. Sadie's already cleaned up the mess, save for one photo tucked away in her bra.
"Hey, Sadie! Sorry for going on without you, I really needed a shower."
"I can see why…" Sadie growls.
"What was that, sweetie?" Katie asks, putting away her old clothes in a drawer.
"I said that's fine!" Her voice raises. Katie notices and turns around as Sadie grabs a few toiletries and clothes.
"Is everything okay? What's with the attitude?"
"No attitude. I have to go shower too.. I don't know when I'll be back." Sadie makes zero eye contact, heading for the door.
"Uh.. okay. Hey, guess what me and DJ discussed today!"
"No thanks." She exits, closing the door behind her.
(Confessional: Katie)
"What the hell is her problem? Whatever. She always gets like this when I meet someone new. She'll get over it." She sighs.
(Confessional end)
In the guys cabin, Duncan is carving a portrait of a skull on his bed frame, Geoff is laying back on his bed with his legs overlapping, Harold is playing solitaire on his bed and Tyler is dribbling a basketball. When DJ enters, all eyes are on him.
"So..?" Geoff muses.
"So what?" DJ questions.
"You know, dude. Katie and you, walking, together?" Tyler says, raising his tone with each word.
"After showering? Ooh la, la." Harold begins making tongue movements that allude to not safe for work activities. Duncan smacks him in the back of the head. "Ow!"
"Sorry, force of habit."
DJ suddenly realizes what they're talking about. "Oh, you mean-! N-no, man! We're just friends. I don't see her like that."
"She definitely sees you like that, man." Geoff winks.
"She's kinda annoying, but she's cute. I'd hit." Duncan says, crossing his arms behind his head.
"Dude!" DJ scolds, standing over him. Duncan blocks his face.
"What, I would! You should go for her, man." Duncan punches him playfully in the shoulder, which hurts the giant more than it should.
DJ rubs his arm. "I dunno.. I'm uh.. Well, I'm kinda a-"
"Good morning, campers! Report to the amphitheater in ten minutes for your challenge!" Chris' annoying voice plays over the loudspeakers.
"You heard the man! Let's head out!" Tyler dribbles the ball one more time, catching it before racing out the door, his shoelaces untied. Duncan looks at Geoff and the two snicker.
In the communal washroom, Bridgette stands in front of the mirror, finishing up her animal cruelty-free lipstick job. Her lips shine a warm orange hue. Heather squeezes her shoulders as she passes her supportively, both women smiling at each other. Lindsay waves as she jogs past her, looking gorgeous as usual. Gwen and LeShawna walk out behind them. Only one shower is left running, and just as Bridgette finishes, the stall opens, revealing a mocha skinned CIT, fluffy pink towel wrapped around her and hair dripping wet.
"Courtney?"
Courtney turns to see her as she enters the changing stall across the room. "Oh, hey, Bridge."
"How.. long have you been in here, I didn't see you come in."
"I take long showers to rejuvenate me for the day."
"Huh. I pegged you for a cold shower kind of girl."
"The last thing I need in the morning is a cold, harsh reminder that my day is beginning."
Bridgette's taken aback by that. "Oh.. Are you-"
"Sorry, sorry, that was… inappropriate. The challenge is gonna be starting soon, you should get ready."
The blonde looks at the exit, then back at the stall where she can hear the girl drying off rigorously. "No, it's fine, I can stay with you."
Courtney stops. "Why would you want to do that?"
"Why not? I don't mind waiting. We can walk together." Bridgette walks closer to the stall, leaning against the tile wall.
"Would there be.. Girl talk involved?" Courtney asks as if that's some sort of taboo thing.
"Only if you're comfortable. I'd love to. I don't really know anyone else here, and the guys.. Well, aside from Geoff and DJ, they're an odd bunch."
"For sure! Duncan seriously peeves me."
"Tell me about it."
"I mean, look at that ridiculous mohawk."
"Or how he thinks he's so tough."
"Didn't he come in from juvie? Tch, of course Chris would accept some criminal." Bridgette can practically hear her eye roll, a small laugh coming out of her.
"Haha, what do you think he did?"
"Probably arson or armed robbery. Whatever it is, he's… ugh."
"What about Tyler?"
"Oh my god, talk about pathetic!"
(Confessional: Bridgette)
"I know Courtney can be, at times, a little aggressive, but she's actually really sweet at her core. Maybe I can help her show that side more?"
(Confessional end)
At the amphitheater, both teams sit in the bleachers. Lindsay waves at Tyler, and he waves back. Heather notices and flips her hair, which is in a ponytail, at her lips. A hair ends up in her mouth that she slowly pulls out, going pale in the face. Cody sits next to Gwen, arms crossed behind his head. She's sitting next to LeShawna and Trent.
"Hey, Gwen. I was wondering, what size shoe are you?" Oh yeah, he's putting the moves on her.
"Uh.. what?" She looks appalled.
"You know, 'cause um, I'm a size six in men's." He awkwardly laughs.
"Why do I care?"
"Just a little fun fact, haha. W-what about you?"
"I'm not telling you that." She folds her arms and looks forward.
"Oh, that's cool, that's cool." He looks at Noah behind him as if he's in the wrong. Noah just shakes his head, unamused. Cody turns back around at the sound of a beaming microphone.
Trent nudges her arm. "Hey, how'd you sleep last night?"
The goth looks in his direction. "Better than usual. Thanks for keeping me company."
"Sure, anytime."
She smirks. "How did you sleep?"
"What, under your bed with all the creepy little insects crawling all over my hands? Quite well." He nods.
"Usually it takes months to find the self control to be able to handle spiders. How'd you do it?" Gwen questions, her full attention on him now. Cody sighs, walking away to sit next to Owen.
"I own one, a wolf spider. Nice little guy, unless you disturb his sleep. Had to rush myself to the hospital when he bit me. Dad doesn't know he exists, so there was no way in hell I was asking my parents to drive me. I heal quick though, so it worked out." He shows off the bite mark on his hand. She brushes her fingers over it, a sting of electricity hitting her through her fingers. Warmth.
"Do you still have him?" She looks into his eyes.
"I lent him to my buddy back home. He's in good hands." Gwen can't help but smile, hands on her chin. Trent smiles back.
Chris and Chef walk out on stage, the former holding a microphone and the latter wearing a golden necklace and shades. "Heyyyy there, contestants! How was your morning?"
"Um.. Chris, I still can't see anything." Beth complains, raising her hand shyly.
"Sounds really great! Today's challenge is a summer camp classic: a talent show competition!"
Lindsay screams. "No way! Ahhhh! I love talent shows!"
Katie pulls on her best friend's arm, who is looking in the complete opposite direction of her. "Oh em gee, Sadie, me and you should totally do our cute dance routine together!"
"Dance yourself to a stripper pole, harlot…"
"Huh?"
"I said yeah, sure." Sadie grumbles. Katie calms down, letting go of her.
"Uh, okay, a little awkward, but that's okay! That's normal under these circumstances. The rules are simple: both teams pick three contestants to perform a talent they have. Singing, dancing, acting, it can be anything, as long as it's legal," Chris points specifically at Duncan, who snaps his fingers in defeat. "Those three will perform in front of and be judged by DJ Jazzy Chef on a scale of one to ten, with a possible best of thirty points. Theoretically possible, anyways, hehe." The teams do not look amused with the insult. "Whichever team has the most points wins immunity, and the losers send someone home."
Heather raises her hand innocently. "Chris, I have a question."
"Yes, Heather?"
"When are our acts due?"
"By seven tonight. Right now it's.." Chris checks his watch. "ten AM, so you have plenty of time. You can choose how you spend that time as you wish, but come seven, if you don't have an act prepared, your team loses by default. Good luck!" Chris and Chef walk off stage, presumably to their trailers.
"Alright, guys, let's head to the cabins and get to practicing!" Heather orders, standing in front of the team.
"Who elected you leader?" Noah questions.
She plays dumb. "Ummm no one. What's your deal?"
"I'd rather her be leader than you any day, pencil neck." LeShawna says, frustrated with Noah's attitude. He looks apologetic.
"Look, about last challenge-"
She makes him talk to the hand. "Ah, save it! The only way you can possibly redeem yourself is if you get us a win." Heather smiles at LeShawna's defense.
(Confessional: Noah)
"A win.. Shit. Challenges aren't my strong suit. I'm gonna need some help."
(Confessional end)
"Oh come on, guys, Noah's awesome! He'll totally help come up with my act, right buddy?" Owen vouches, wrapping an arm around his friend's shoulders. Noah's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly fixes himself, his voice cracking as he speaks.
"Uh.. yeah. I don't have any talents, but Owen? He's practically Evel Knievel."
"Hot!" Izzy belches out, tackling both boys with her nails dug into their sides.
(Confessional: Noah)
"And help arrives. Nice one, Owen."
(Confessional: Heather)
"There's something about those two. Owen and Noah. Whatever it is, I don't like it. Incel boy's very crafty. I'm keeping my eye on him. Owen has been acting suspicious lately too, but there are.. Other pressing matters at hand."
(Confessional end)
"What if we hung out in the cafeteria instead? I'm starving." Trent suggests.
"Ooh, good call, Trent! I vote for that too!" Owen exclaims. Heather forces a smile.
"Of course, Owen. And hey, you can come up with your act first while we're there! Okay?"
Owen freezes up, looking down at Noah. He nods at him. Owen looks back up and nods slowly at the raven haired Queen Bee.
"Great! Come on then." She happily begins leading her team towards the cafeteria. Beth gets a little lost. Lindsay takes her hand and guides her forward.
Meanwhile, the Bass all form a group on stage. Courtney takes charge immediately, taking out a planner from her purse before flipping it open and uncapping a pen. "Okay, let's go down the list. Who here has a real talent they think can win Chef over?"
"I do!" Duncan raises his hand.
"What is it?" Courtney asks flatly, already ready to dismiss him.
"I can carve a picture of my skull onto a tree. Wouldn't take five minutes." He takes his carving knife out, flipping it around. She rolls her eyes.
"I should have known it was something weird. Next."
"Your loss, princess." He leans against the wall.
Harold raises his hand. "Me! I can beatbox with the best of them! Observe!" The dork spits a hot but short verse that surprises even his greatest critics, who all clap for him.
"He's pretty good." Tyler whispers to DJ, who simply nods.
Courtney looks intensely skeptical. Bridgette catches this and whispers in her ear. "Hey, he won us the last challenge unexpectedly. We shouldn't underestimate him here."
"You're right… okay, fine, Harold, you can be our opening act."
Harold pumps his fist, satisfied. "Yes! You won't regret this!"
"I.. Hope not." She clears her throat. "Next!"
In the mess hall, all of the Gophers are sitting down watching Izzy perform a weird incantation about 'Big Chungus' followed by a series of sporadic movements. "I call this.. The dance.. Of… the rattlesnake!" She hisses at Owen, nipping at him with her hands whilst humming an ancient tune. "Look into my eyes, what do you see?"
Owen stops eating to lean over the table and get a good, long look at her beautiful emerald eyes. "Wow… It's like looking into a vortex of everything my parents warned me about.."
"If that's not a red flag, I don't know what is." Noah speaks, reading his book. He closes it to look up at Owen. "Hey, you ready to perform?"
"I think so. I did chug like two of those root beers." Owen replies, rubbing his belly.
"Well then, big boy, whenever you're ready." The Gophers all clap as Izzy's act wraps up. She bows dramatically.
"Arrigato, ladies and gentleman!" She says appreciatively. Heather has to shake her head to snap back to reality.
She fake claps as she approaches and sweeps the crazy girl off stage. "Wow, that was… wow. Owen, are you ready to show us what you can do?"
"I think so." He stands up, walking towards the entrance of the mess hall, standing in front of the crowd.
"Alright, Owen! Let's see your colors fly high, space cowboy!" Cody cheers, the others clapping for him. Just before Owen starts, Trent suavely comes up to Gwen with a baked good and a tray of food.
"Hey, snagged you an extra muffin." He places the tray under her, and two muffins on the table.
"Thanks." She says with a smile, picking one of them up before taking a delectable bite. She can't help but moan. Cody instantly gets hard under the table.
"What's Owen about to do?" Trent asks.
"Your guess is as good as mine." Gwen answers.
What transpires next is too angelic for words. Without missing a beat, Owen burps out the song 'Hallelujah'. The smell of the mess hall is that of baking soda and vomit when he's finished. Heather and Lindsay are disgusted, but all of the guys (and Izzy) erupt in cheers and applause.
"That was disgusting! We cannot use that!" Heather scolds, breaking up the noise.
"Chef might be into disgusting. Ever seen his food?" Noah replies.
"Good point. He's got my vote." LeShawna adds. Everyone else but Lindsay and Beth nod yes. Heather caves.
"Ugh, fine. I mean.. Good job, Owen." And the nice facade is back on.
"Thanks, guys! You're the best team a guy like me can ask for." Owen says, a big grin on his face. Heather looks at Noah, clearly defeated. All she can do is twitch at him, while he smirks at her, victoriously saved. Then she looks a few places over, past Beth's blind eyes and Cody's look of nervousness with his hands under the table.
"Hey, Gwen, how about you contribute to a challenge for once?"
Gwen raises an eyebrow. "'For once'?"
Heather places her hands on the table in front of her, wiping a crumb or two off of the goth's chin. "Yeah. You're always sitting out or doing the bare minimum. I wanna see how good of an artist you are, or what great poems you can come up with." She snatches her diary from under her arm, looking down at the crimson red book. Gwen reaches out, but not far enough.
"Give it back."
Heather opens it. "Ooh, there's a passage here about all of the medication you take. I'm so, so sorry that you have to go through that." Heather frowns sarcastically. Gwen gets heated, walking around the table to stand before Heather, her boney hands forming fists.
"Give. It. Back."
"So aggressive! I just wanna see what you can do.." She slowly gives her diary back.
Gwen accepts it, blowing a piece of hair out of her face whilst shaking her head. "You're such a two-faced bitch, you know that?"
"What did you call me?" Heather questions, shocked and appalled. The others gasp.
"Uh, girl, maybe it's time to back down now.." LeShawna suggests, standing up to grab her shoulder. Gwen feels their eyes burning into her skin, judging her whilst feeling bad for the poor, pretty girl being bullied by the creepy emo chick. She shrugs off LeShawna's hand.
"Tch.. I'm outta here." She heads out the door, leaving behind a satisfied Heather who simply winks at Noah. He rolls his eyes and goes back to reading.
"Wait, Gwen!" Trent calls out, standing up to go get her.
"Uh, don't worry, I'll go after her!" Cody insists, standing up firmly. Everyone can see his boner. He immediately sits back down. "Nevermind." he squeaks, barely audible. Trent grabs the muffins and runs out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Heather claps her hands together, a naive smile on her lips.. "Okay, who's next?"
Back to the Killer Bass, the team watches as Tyler performs what he calls 'thirty jump ropes in a row'. Needless to say, he trips over his own shoe laces at five, and nearly breaks his chin at six, the rope tied around his body. He looks up at the team with a hint of shame.
"Next." Courtney flatly says. Harold picks up Tyler and quietly taps his shoulder, the not so great jock waddling his way to the communal washroom to get untangled.
DJ nudges Katie's arm, whispering to her. "You and Sadie should do one of your dances."
Katie looks at Sadie, who looks at her phone and ignores everything going on around her, a look of anger on her face. "I dunno.. Sadie's been.. well.. kinda out of it."
"Really? How so?"
"Well, she keeps correcting herself after mumbling under her breath, and whenever I ask her what's wrong, she says nothing. But it's not nothing, and there's no way it's her period because we totally have the same schedule."
"Uh.. okay. So it's not that. What else could it be?"
"I dunno.. I just don't know if we should do it."
"Well, hey, if you're not comfortable, I got my own act that'll knock Chef's socks off."
Katie feels butterflies as she looks up at him with a sweet smile, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug, her cheek buried in his chest. "Thanks, DJ."
He pats her back, smiling back. "For sure." Sadie silently watches, twitching. DJ leaves the hug and approaches the CIT. "Ay, Courtney, mind if I go next?"
"Not at all. Go for it, DJ." Courtney replies, not lifting her eyes once from her planner. Katie fawns over him.
(Confessional: Katie)
"He's sooooo cute!"
(Confessional: Sadie)
"Poor DJ. Katie's probably manipulating him so he can star in one of her dirty little videos! I can't believe she'd go so far down this path. Is this my fault? A-and who put those pictures around my bed anyway?! Was it her? I'm so confused.."
(Confessional end)
Outside the mess hall, LeShawna performs a dance number to a soulful, bombastic hip-hop song on her phone, her dance moves bold and.. underwhelming. Cringeworthy, in fact. Heather has to hide her cringe lest she loses a powerful ally in the making. Lindsay can't hide it though, looking away with her hand over her cheek, and Beth can't even see what's going on. Izzy screams for her to keep going, but Owen is awkwardly asking Noah what he's reading just to look away. Cody's long gone, but in his place is Harold, dancing along to the number from behind a corner.
As the song finishes up, Harold reveals himself, clapping for LeShawna. Himself and Heather are the only two who show her any appraisal. LeShawna is shocked to say the least. "Wow! That was incredible! Those dance moves are sure to impress Chef. They certainly impress me."
She's a little weirded out that he came out of nowhere and has no idea how to take the compliment. "Um.. thanks."
Heather walks up to him, suspicious. "What are you doing here, fishy? Swim off stream?"
"How could I not when such a soulful siren is singing to me?" Harold muses, staring at LeShawna like she's some kind of goddess.
LeShawna can't help but belly laugh, the whole nickname flattering her as well as being hilarious. He flashes a grin. "Just get back to your team, boy, before you kill me."
He shoots one finger gun, beginning to back away. "As you wish. Good luck!" He runs back to his team.
Heather rolls her eyes. "'Good luck!' Ugh, Courtney's got another thing coming if she thinks she can sabotage us. Beth, go find Courtney and do the same to her act."
Beth twiddles her thumbs. "Um… find her? I can't even see what's happening now."
"Whatever. Where's Gwen?"
Lindsay stands up to answer her. "Oh, she's still with Trent, I think."
"And Cody?"
"Who?" Lindsay questions.
"The shrimp."
"Noah's right here." She gestures to him. He snickers before meeting Heather's hateful gaze and answering her himself.
"Cody went off to chase Gwen. Happy?"
"Pleased." She responds behind gritted teeth.
LeShawna approaches the girls, her phone in hand. "So, what, am I in?"
"Erm.. let's see the other acts first. As much as I loved it, we have to keep an open mind, you know? In fact, I think it may be time for me to take a shot at it. Anyone disagree?" Heather places an arm around LeShawna's back. She shrugs, walking away with a bit of disappointment.
"Nope, you're the boss!" Lindsay answers, jumping in place excitedly.
"Good." Heather grabs Lindsay's wrist and walks her away from the group a little bit. "I need your help with something. Gwen is amassing quite the friend group and it's looking like a bit of a threat to our alliance."
"What can I do?"
"Not much. But, if you'd be a dear and watch Cody, Gwen and Trent to see what they're up to, and then get that diary from Gwen, I'll let you do my make-up."
Lindsay's eyes light up, a smile irresistibly on her lips."Really?! We'd be true BFF's if we did that!"
"Exactly! All you have to do is report what happens, and then get that diary. Can you do that, Lindsay?" She holds her hands, looking into those shining gold eyes, whimsical as a puppy.
"For a BFF? Totally!"
"Beautiful. Now, mush, honey." She turns her around and taps her ass, directing Lindsay on her way to wherever Gwen and her boys were.
DJ, wearing a tight fitting, white leotard, dances around the stage with a ribbon in hand, his movements precise and brass. The crowd watches in amusement, minus Duncan who couldn't care less, and Sadie who's already left the group. Harold just joins them again, asking Geoff, "What did I miss?"
"Some awesome ribbon dancing, dude. Check out DJ." The surfer dude replies. Harolds watches until DJ gracefully finishes, the ribbon slowly landing on the floor next to his muscular leg. The group applauds him.
"Quite elegant for someone of your size, DJ. Where'd you learn to do that?" Courtney asks. DJ stands up and bows.
"Momma, of course. She enrolled me in ballet and ribbon dancing classes when I was a little kid, and now I'm as spritely as a little mouse."
"Well, very well done. You're in." Courtney declares.
"Thanks, Court! I won't let you down." DJ replies, leaving the stage to an enthusiastic, still clapping Katie.
"Eeeeehh! That was incredible! Great job, Deej!"
"It was nothin'. You should be thankin' Momma's great parenting skills."
Bridgette faces Courtney. "Well then, I guess it's Harold's beatboxing, DJ's ribbon dancing and your violin solo."
"We're sure to win again, Bridgette. I just know it. We can't keep bleeding players."
"Even if we do, I doubt you'll be the one going home." Bridgette assures, walking away to go talk to DJ. Courtney smiles.
(Confessional: Courtney)
"I have friends at school, of course, but Bridgette's a genuinely nice girl. Those are hard to come by nowadays. I really hope she's not plotting anything against me. That'd be really bad for her."
(Confessional end)
Meanwhile, at the dock of shame, Gwen sits with Trent, both of their shoes off as they dangle their legs off the edge of the boardwalk. Nobody else in sight, just the calm, moderately unclear and partially polluted ocean waves and the sound of cawing seagulls.
"I'm real sorry for Heather. I'm not sure what's up with her." Trent starts, looking into her dark eyes. She scoffs.
"You said it yourself, she's got issues."
He looks off into the ocean, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn't uh.. I didn't know you took meds."
She gives him a look. "Uh.. is that an issue?"
He holds his arms out defensively. "No issue! I do too."
"...Really?"
"Yeah," He looks downward, kicking his feet. "I have OCD. It's not awful or anything as long as I take my meds and stay calm, but if I forget 'em, or worse if something sets me off or I get depressed, my mind goes off on its own."
"Wow. I've never met a real person with OCD before."
"How about you? I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but.." There's a beat of silence. Gwen looks down at her lap, running her midnight blue nails across her thighs, fidgeting with her skirt as she let's out a sigh.
"I have Borderline Personality Disorder."
Without another pause, Trent replies. "Okay."
"Okay?" She raises a brow, looking up at him.
"Yeah. Like I said, we have issues too."
"You really don't care that I have one as bad as BPD?"
"Should I?"
"Probably. I don't know. Yes?"
"Well, I don't. You're a great girl, Gwen. That's all I care about." He puts his hand on hers. She looks into his emerald green eyes and melts, a small, pink flash of color entering her face.
"..Thanks."
"You gonna eat your other muffin?"
She puts the confectionary away, balling it up with a napkin to preserve it. "I'm saving it for a special occasion."
"Yeah?" He leans forward as she closes her bag.
"Yeah." She leans toward him as well, close enough to feel his breathing against her blue lips. He can feel her breath too, her hand tracing a pattern against his leg. Before they do anything, Gwen stands up. Trent watches her.
"Something wrong?"
"No, you're great, but.. I have this weird feeling that I'm being watched." She puts her purple stockings back on, stepping into her boots. Trent feels a tremble run down his spine, looking around to see if it was true. There was nobody in sight, but he could definitely feel it.
"Oof, yeah, me too." He stands up and mimics her, putting his socks and shoes on.
"You should go and do the talent show. I heard you play with your guitar - last night, I mean."
"Yeah? Did you like what you heard?"
"I liked bits of what I may have heard." She smiles.
"I was savin' that song for a special occasion, y'know." He replies with a grin.
"Lotta speciality around us, huh?"
"You could say that. I'll catch you later, then. Get some good rest."
"I will. Later."
Lindsay sits in a tree a few meters away, watching the whole thing through the camera on her phone. "Aww.. that's so cute.. Why does Heather make me stay away from my honey buns?"
"Ow! My nards!" Tyler whines from Lindsay's right as he walks towards the washroom as slowly as possible. Lindsay turns to the sound and gasps, zooming in from her camera on his ass. She snaps a picture before calling out.
"I'm coming, Tyler! Ooh, wait." She takes a picture of Gwen going inside of the girls' cabin before jumping down the tree and running towards her man. Tyler turns around when he hears her coming and grins, only to immediately fall down on his back.
"Ow! Lindsay! What are you doin' here?"
"I was um.. Nothing."
"Oh. Okay. Mind helping me outta this?"
"Oh, for sure!" She runs up to him, getting down on her knees. "You poor thing. What happened?"
"I was jumpin' rope for the talent challenge when all of a sudden I got all tangled up. I think I forgot to tie my shoes.."
"Aww, don't worry, I don't know how to tie shoes either. That's why I wear boots. And because they're stylish, of course." She shows one of them off to him, dangling it over him before attempting (and I do mean attempting) to untangle him.
"They look great on you, Linds. Hey, uh.. I noticed you've been avoiding me as of late."
"Avoiding? Oh, no! Heathen told me to avoid you because inter-team dating is wrong and could ruin the alliance plan. Sorry."
"What alliance plan? Actually, save it. I don't care. I understand."
"Aww, you do?"
"Chyeah! Heather sounds like a smart chick, so she must know what she's sayin'. Plus, my team might not like it either. We should wait until after the competition to be a couple."
"Sure! And then we can date, right?"
"Yeah! I-If you want, that is!"
"I so do."
"Great."
Lindsay stops trying to untangle him, all of her limbs suddenly caught up around the same jump rope, her body weight on top of his. "...I'm stuck in here too, now."
"That's okay. At least we're stuck together." He grins. She smiles back.
It's 3:00 now. Trent finishes playing a riff on his guitar whilst Heather dances to it in full ballet garb. Once the elegant, overzealous dance and song combination is finished, Heather bows to the clapping Gopher audience while Trent puts his guitar back into its case.
"Beautifully played, Trent." Heather compliments, clapping longer than everyone else.
"Yeah, thanks." Trent replies out of courtesy.
"I think it should be you, me and Owen then. Thoughts, Beth?" Heather says loud enough for everyone around her to hear.
"Um.. sure, I guess." She waves her arm around to feel out her surroundings.
"Noah?"
"Works for me." Noah says with a shrug.
"LeShawna?"
"I guess." She says with a disappointed look in her eyes as she looks away from the three stars of the show.
"Lindsay?"
…
"Lindsay? Beth, where is Lindsay?"
"I. Can't. See." Beth sprays. Heather glares at her before putting on the sad good girl act.
"Heyyuh, drop the attitude. I'm just concerned for my friend." She frowns. Beth sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"I know.. I dunno where she went."
"Well, I'll go find her then. Everyone else should rest." Heather states, heading off to find her. The rest of the Gophers disperse, aside from Trent, Owen and Cody.
"Why don't we throw a little pre-show celebration? Crack open a few cold ones and raise some hell."
"Isn't raising Hell a bad thing?"
"Not here, big man."
"Alright, let's raise some Hell!"
Owen's entire family gasps somewhere in their house as they watch the TV.
Cody raises his fists and cheers. "Hell yeah, dude, I'm all in! I love cracking open 'brewskies.'" Yes, he does really use air quotes. Trent and Owen look unimpressed.
"Not beer, dude. Soda." Trent corrects. Cody gets flustered immediately, flashing that goofy, tooth smile.
"Oh.. Yeah. Of course."
(Confessional: Cody)
"I don't get out much. I've never even had a drop of alcohol in my life. Scott Pilgrim taught me, however, that the hot goth girl always eventually admires the lovable, adorable, socially awkward loser with self esteem issues. So I've got Gwen in the bag.. Heh."
(Confessional end)
The boys crack open cola cans, raising them together. "To winning." Trent starts.
"To winning!"
Their cans clack together.
Heather stomps through the woods, eyebrows furrowed in anger with her nails pressing into her palms. "Where is she, where is she?"
The loudspeakers scream before Chris' voice comes on. "Yo, teams, we're on in one more hour. Get well rested and don't forget to meet us back on the stage at that time. Otherwise, your team might lose. Mclean out!"
"Ugh, stupid host wannabe celebrity… Lindsay!"
Faintly, she hears the blonde's voice. "..Tyler!~"
"Hey~!" Tyler replies, giggling just as she is. Heather is appalled.
"Not again. Goddamnit." She runs up the hill their voices are coming from, finding them entangled together whilst making out. "LINDSAY!"
"AH! H-Heather- I-I can explain!" Lindsay and Tyler both redirect their attention to her, still unable to move.
"You promised!" Heather seethes, pointing her finger in her direction.
"I'm so sorry! He was all tangled up and I tried to help but-"
"But nothing! You stay away from him or else you are OUT of the alliance. You hear me?!" She pulls Lindsay up aggressively, the jump rope snapping so it frees them both. Tyler jumps up to his feet to defend his large bosomed beauty.
"She hears you!" He yells. Heather glares daggers at him.
"Nobody asked you, loser."
"I'm nothin' but wins, baby. Don't diss what you can't touch." Heather promptly kicks him in the dick. His eyes go wide, hands flying towards his balls as he falls down. "...ah….."
"Tyler!" Lindsay calls. Heather pulls her wrist forward.
"We don't have TIME for this. Did you at LEAST get some info on Gwen and her stupid book?" Heather asks as they walk towards the girls cabin.
"..Well, no. B-but I know she was headed in the direction of our cabin!"
"Then she must be here. Or anywhere else between the cabin and the dock of shame. Pathetic." She shakes her head, opening the cabin door. Gwen is sitting there, writing in her diary. She quickly closes it shut as Heather and Lindsay appear in the doorway.
"Gwen! Oh my gosh, I've been looking all over for you!" Heather lies, walking up to her. Gwen raises a brow.
"This wasn't the second place you checked?"
The Asian teen closes her eyes and tightens her fists. "..Gwen. I am really sorry about everything that happened earlier." she opens her eyes. "I'm hoping.. Well, maybe we can still be friends?"
"I don't really want to be your friend, dude."
"Tch, dude? I'm a lady."
"Sure, whatever." Gwen rolls her eyes. Lindsay looks uncomfortable, shifting in place.
"Sure whatever?!" Heather sighs, calming herself down. "I'm sorry. Truly. I was a bitch earlier. Truce? We need teamwork if we want to win this thing. Right?"
"Yeah.. I guess so."
"Then shake my hand." Heather reaches her hand out. Gwen stares at it, reluctant to touch it.
"..Why does this feel like I'm making a deal with the devil?"
"Hehe, I dunno~" She smiles cutely. Gwen takes her hand.
"Fine." They shake on it.
"Great! I'm gonna take a nap. I'll see you backstage."
"Lovely." With that, Gwen makes her exit from the cabin.
Heather gives Lindsay one more death stare, holding up one finger as if to say she has one more warning.
"One." Lindsay reads out, smiling adorably. Heather just sags her shoulders and falls onto her bed tiredly, nearly immediately falling asleep. Lindsay sits down on her bed and makes sure her nails look good. Beth eventually lumbers in before falling flat on her face.
It's dusk out, an orange with dashes of purple and glimmers of stars decorating the sky. Below that are the Screaming Gophers, the Killer Bass and our favorite hosts, Chris and Chef, the latter decked out in bling. Chris stares into the camera.
"Welcome back! The talent show is about to start. We've got music, creativity, dancing, maybe even something genuinely exciting. Those who are participating are backstage getting together their acts. Those who aren't are directly behind me as the audience."
We get a good view of both teams in the peanut gallery. LeShawna, Gwen, Cody, Noah, Lindsay, Beth and Izzy sit next to each other on the Gopher side, while only Tyler and Sadie sit alone in their bleachers, the rest of the team trying to calm the nerves of their players.
Harold stands in the middle of a circle of his teammates all massaging his shoulders, (in the case of Bridgette) giving him water to drink, (in the case of Geoff) or giving him a pep talk (in the case of Courtney)
"Remember Harold: you're our opening act. Act like it."
Harold furrows his brows confidently. "I know what I'm doing, you know. This isn't my first rodeo in the world of talent shows. In fact, I won over three beatboxing championships at Musician Steve's Music Camp."
"Save the spit for the beatboxing, dork." Duncan mocks, playing cards with DJ, Geoff and Bridgette, the latter of which glares at him. Harold rolls his eyes.
(Confessional: Harold)
"If there's anyone on my team I don't like, it's Duncan. Everyone else is give or take, but that guy seriously messes with my concentration. Kinda like a nat or a pair of skintight nylons." he sighs dreamily.
(Confessional end)
"I'll fold." DJ states, dressed in a white leotard. Katie can't stop hovering over him, patting out his outfit, sneaking a few tender touches on his shoulder, pretending to be checking for wrinkles. He turns to look at her. "You know, you don't have to check my outfit. I had it ironed before I came here, and triple checked it before I put it on."
Katie takes her hands off apologetically. "Oops. Sorry. Just nervous for you, is all."
DJ feels his shoulders, which are now wet with sweat. Her sweat. "I can see that."
"It's just that we've already lost so many challenges.. I don't want you to go home."
He stands up and smiles at her, engulfing her in a bear hug. "Aw, thanks, Kate." She melts, predictably.
(Confessional: Katie)
"You know, as cute as DJ is, there's something off about him I can't put my finger on.."
(Confessional end)
"DJ, you think you can go after Harold?" Courtney questions.
"Sure thing. Can't wait to hear that violin in action." DJ replies, sitting back down and collecting his cards.
"Why'd you have us go somewhere else while you practiced?" Duncan asks, a devilish intention in his eyes.
Courtney scoffs, seeing right through him. "I don't want you distracting me while I try to play! You'd make me look abhorrent in my time in the spotlight."
"Not entirely false." He kicks one leg over the other, focusing on his cards.
On the other side of the curtain, Heather walks by Trent, but abruptly stops in front of him, wearing a pretty pink and white leotard with Hello Cat's stamped on each of her breasts. She turns around and puts her arms behind her back sweetly.
"Oh, Trent.. I forgot to ask: how is Gwen?"
"She's alright, but your argument with her really pissed her off, dude. You shouldn't be so mean to her."
"I was never trying to be mean. I.. I can relate to her, actually."
"You can relate to Gwen?"
"Mhm. I was unpopular in high school too. Nobody liked me. I can see that Gwen has the same plight. I just wish she could see that I was having trouble with our first impression.." She whimpers, hiding her face. "Crap, my make-up.."
Trent stands up, putting his guitar in his chair. "Okay, okay, I'll talk to her. I'm.. I'm sorry. I didn't know you had been through pain, too."
"Everyone has. It's how you deal with it that matters. Good luck, opening act!" She gives a soft, sweet little Asian girl smile. Just like her parents would have wanted.
(Confessional: Trent)
"I know what you're thinking, and yeah, maybe she's a poser. But from what I've seen, she's got issues the same as the rest of us. I'm not gonna dismiss her struggles based on some stigma. I'll talk to Gwen after the show and see if we can fix this."
(Confessional: Heather)
All we can see is her long, straight hair cascading down her back as she heaves into the toilet. After wiping away the contents of her stomach from her mouth, she takes a look at the door and notices the confessional cam, her eyes widening. "I-I'm sick, that's all! This has nothing to do with anything. Don't air this, Chris. Seriously." She slowly gets up and walks out the door.
(Confessional end)
Chris stands in front of the theater, microphone in hand. "It's time, campers! First up is the Killer Bass, who I'm hearing have an explosive opener. Sounds exciting. Can it live up to the hype? Let's find out!" The host man pulls the curtain open, revealing Harold standing there awkwardly, wearing a pair of red headphones and sunglasses. Chef raises an eyebrow as Chris sits next to him.
"What the hell is that white boy thinkin?" Chef questions.
"Who cares? It'll look great in the highlights."
What follows is the most godly beatboxing you've ever seen. Spit, bars and heat come directly from this man's mouth, shocking the Gophers and the two hosts. The Bass watch on excitedly, knowing they've won the first ten points at the very least. Sadie is too downtrodden to enjoy the performance, which Noah seems to notice across the bleachers. He can't help but snicker beneath his hand.
"What's so funny? He's good."
"Not him." Noah glances at Sadie, Cody following his eyes.
"Ooooh. Heh, well, as long as my name isn't brought up.."
"She won't find out. I know my enemies."
As the performance wraps up, Chef stands up, furiously clapping. Chris joins him, chuckling at how impressive it was. "Color me surprised! That was awesome! Chef, thoughts?"
"Ten. That's some real skill, Harold. As pathetic and weak as you are, I have to give credit where credit is due."
"Thanks, Chef. We're gonna be tough to beat." Harold shoots an overconfident smirk at the other team. LeShawna rolls her eyes, while the others seem genuinely intimidated.
(Confessional: Heather)
"That won them over? Ballet isn't going to work on them, then. I'll have to play to my strengths instead."
(Confessional end)
"Killer Bass lead with a full ten points. An opener that truly was. Gophers, you're gonna have to compete with that." Chris states, sitting back down.
Harold is met with applause from his teammates, including Duncan. "What can I say, dude's talented!" Geoff exclaims.
"You might have just won us the game, Harold! Great job out there!" Bridgette adds. He bows majestically.
"Thank you, thank you. DJ, Courtney, I wish you good luck." Harold once again bows to them, this time as a ninja to his associates.
"Dial it back, dork." Duncan mocks. Harold shrugs it off, sitting down in the peanut gallery next to Tyler, who pats him on the back supportively.
"Next up, the Screaming Gophers will be dazzling us with a song from Trent Matthers. Let's see it!"
The curtain falls on the Bass side, opening up on the Gophers' side to reveal Trent, bringing a chair to center stage. He sits down, guitar in his arms, waving out to the audience as the Gophers clap for him.
"This song goes out to someone special here at camp."
He strums a few strings, looking down before giving Gwen his emerald green eyes. She holds back a gasp behind her hand, a faint blush covering her cheeks.
"You say we only have summer
Well I say that's really a bummer.
So we'll swim in the sun and have lots of fun..
And it'll just be the two of us.
We'll never miss.
Won't you stay..
For just one kiss?~
A roar of applause from the Gophers flatters Trent. He doesn't show it on his face, though. He simply watches Gwen's. Chris walks up on stage alongside him, clapping. Gwen can't help but smile the whole performance, and even afterward she's forced to hide a smile beneath her arm.
Lindsay nudges Beth's shoulder. "Maybe he's talking about you!"
"I.. I doubt it."
"That was just beautiful, man! Who was that for, anywho?"
"Well, actually-"
"Okay, okay, hold on dude, you're cutting into my screen time." Chris pushes Trent and his chair off stage, the camera centering on his face. "Ah. Much better. Chef, how good was he?"
"Too sappy, but there is talent, I guess. Seven."
"Ooh, still falling behind. Let's hope the Killer Bass really flop with this next performance for the Gophers' sake, eh?"
DJ takes a deep breath, hopping his knee up and down before standing up with a ribbon in hand. "Here goes nothing.."
"Break a leg, dude!"
"Yeah, kill 'em, DJ!"
(Confessional: DJ)
"I.. may have a bit of stage fright that I never told the fellas about. Hey, we all have our fears! I thought maybe I could conquer mine!.. Their encouraging words did not help."
(Confessional end)
Katie grabs his big, sweaty hands and looks up at him. "I believe in you!" She cheers. He gives a soft, shaky smile.
"Thanks.." They depart, with the Gophers' curtain closing as Trent sits down next to Gwen and LeShawna. He gives Gwen a side eye and a grin.
"Liked what you saw?" Trent asks. Gwen shyly plays with her hair.
"I.. Ahem.. I loved it."
"Aww, that was the sweetest thing ever." LeShawna says, smiling at them.
"Barf." Trent retorts playfully.
"Oh yeah, it was barf inducing. In a good way." Gwen replies.
"That was the intention."
"Alright, campers, please welcome to the stage…" The curtain opens, revealing DJ. "DJ and his.. Ribbon dance. Yeah." Chris walks off stage, someone in the audience coughing awkwardly. DJ watches them, their beaty, attentive eyes, their judgemental gazes, the sheer amount of them.. He swallows and lifts the ribbon up above his head, looking back to see his team either flabbergasted at his sudden stage fright, or supportive (only Bridgette and Katie really)
He faces the audience again and begins spinning his ribbon above him, whipping the air once with it before jumping into a split, hitting himself in the groin. He gasps, holding his prized jewels as the ribbon hits the ground. Chef can't help but bust a gut laughing. Chris stifles a chuckle.
"Is.. is that it?" Chris questions between bouts of laughter. DJ lowers his head and slowly stands up, gathering his ribbon.
"Y..yes." He squeaks nervously.
"Eh, three points. I did really like seeing you hit your balls, but aside from that, it was girly and lame. Next!" DJ sprints off stage towards his team, stopping in front of them as the curtains fall.
Bridgette hisses. "Well.. you tried."
"And that's all that matters!" Katie exclaims, hugging him tightly. He doesn't reciprocate.
"Um, no it isn't." Courtney says, her arms folded. "DJ, what the heck happened out there?!"
"I froze, okay?! I-I dunno what came over me!" DJ stammers, throwing his hands up. Katie backs off.
"Ugh! I guess all we have now is my violin." She says with a roll of her eyes.
A stage light begins teetering over Courtney's head, her entire body engulfed in light. Bridgette sees it before anyone else, her eyes widening.
"Courtney, look out!" The blonde charges forward, tackling the unsuspecting CIT out of harm's way before the light could fall and hurt her. It does, however, destroy her violin.
Her entire life flashes before her eyes. "Oh my god.. No! My violin!"
The guys all stand up in shock. "Holy shit.. That could have been messy." Duncan mutters.
Courtney jumps up to her feet, running towards the ruined instrument, ripping the light off of the rubble. "Shut up! She's.. She's dead! What asshole designed this goddamn set?! I'm suing the shit out of them!"
Bridgette runs up to her. "Courtney, Courtney, calm down! It's okay. You're okay!"
"Yeah, sure, but that violin was my grandmother's! It has sentimental value and now it's gone!" She sniffles, wiping an angry tear from her eye.
Bridgette puts her hands on Courtney's shoulders. "You can sue the pants off Chris and his team later. For now.. We need another act for round three."
Chris personally comes towards them, pulling the curtain back to enter their side of the stage. "What on earth is happening over here?"
Courtney jumps towards him, grabbing him by the collar. "One of YOUR stage lights DESTROYED my violin!"
"Woof. Are you hurt?" She loosens her grip, looking down at herself.
"No, but-"
"Alright then. No recess needed." Chris pushes her away, wiping himself of any dust or dirt. "Better find someone for your third act quick, though, dude. For now, we're moving on." The host walks back into the audience.
Courtney sighs, turning to her team fastly. "Okay, what can everyone do again?"
Duncan raises his hand and smirks. "I can carve a skull into a tree in five minutes."
She can't help but roll her eyes. "That won't be enough! Geoff?"
Geoff chuckles. "Well, this one time, Brody and I-"
"No time for anecdotes!"
The microphone Chris speaks from screeches. "With thirteen to seven, it's looking a little brighter for the Screaming Gophers. Up next we have Heather with a cute ballerina ballad. Heather? Take it away."
Katie looks out into the audience and spots Sadie sitting there angrily. It might be her only chance. "I know! I have an idea."
On stage, Heather jumps past the curtains, landing daintily in the center of the stage light. Noticeably, her leotard has been ripped to show off her navel, and her hair is let down from the ponytail it's been in all day. The song "Take a Ride" from Heavy Metal plays from a boombox. She puts a hand over her forehead, looking out into the distance, her eyes slowly crashing down until they meet Chef's. His eyes go wide when she gets down on her knees and begins doing some… interesting gestures suggesting something much lewder than what they had seen tonight. He couldn't keep his eyes off her. Chris laughs at his reaction.
"No way!" The host man says between fits of laughter.
Katie walks off stage and runs towards Sadie during the dance. Sadie notices and wrinkles her nose, looking away from her. "What do you want?"
"Sadie.. I know you're mad at me for the stuff with DJ, and in general being all caught up with other things, and I'm so sorry, girl, but right now our team needs us! We have to show 'em what we're famous for on that stage. Please, join me."
"...Fine. For the team."
"Eeh! Come on!" Katie grabs her hand and runs backstage. The music continues to play as Heather dry humps the air, her hips tantalizingly hypnotizing every guy in the bleachers aside from Noah and Tyler.
"Wow…" Harold breathlessly whispers.
"Oh man.." Trent mutters. Gwen takes notice.
"Trent?" Her heart aches at the sight.
"Huh? Oh, wow.. She's good, eh?" Trent nudges Gwen's arm, leaning back in to watch her perform. The goth furrows her eyebrows, stands up and leaves the amphitheater. LeShawna goes after her. Eventually, the music is stopped by Lindsay, who's been holding a speaker up to play the music the whole time.
(Confessional: LeShawna)
"Damn.. Maybe Heather was right. My dancing ain't as good as that. Much as it pains me to admit.. Poor Gwen, though. Girl needs to understand that anyone with a body like that is gonna turn some heads, no matter what. Trust me, I know."
(Confessional: Duncan)
"Dude, Heavy Metal! That song rocks! Heather's got some good taste for a thotty prep chick."
(Confessional: Gwen)
"Every guy aside from Tyler and Noah were completely enamored by that. Even Trent! Fucking asshole. I thought we had something going on. Guess he's just like every other punkstar wannabe."
(Confessional end)
Heather bows as roses fly towards her feet, the applause roaring. Chef throws up an eight.
"Ooh, a great score for the Gophers! That means Gophers have fifteen points, and the Bass have twelve. The Bass are gonna have to wow Chef's socks off if they ever want a hope at redeeming themselves here!" Chris exclaims. "Hey, Bass, you got a new performance ready yet?"
"We're coming!" Sadie barks.
"Geez, someone's stuck on the rag." Chris whispers into the mic. The chicks glare at him.
Katie zips past the curtain, standing in the spotlight. "Okay! Here we are! For our last act of the day, Sadie and Katie, Blickblock stars and influencers, will be performing a signature dance from our channel!" DJ gives her a thumbs up. She smiles sweetly at him, then looks around. Where's Sadie?
"Hope it's spicy like Heather's, hehehe.." Chef whispers, chuckling to himself.
"Ready, Sadie?"
After a silence, Sadie replies, walking out unceremoniously on stage. "Yup." She sighs, shoulders slumped.
"Oh, it's all coming together." Noah says, throwing a few pieces of popcorn in his mouth. Owen steals one before it can enter his lips.
Katie tries her best idol smile, taking out her phone to play the music. "Great! Here.. we.. go!"
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While Katie does some sort of awkwardly seductive looking blocky strut, Sadie half asses it. Chris yawns, but Chef leans forward. "Okay, I'm at half a chub.." The cook says. Katie tries to be more sexy, but in the process bumps her hip into Sadie's.
"Watch it!" Sadie growls.
"You have to dance too, Sadie!" Katie stops dancing, her hands on her hips in frustration. Courtney smacks herself in the head.
"Oh really? Now you want me to participate?" Sadie looks into Katie's eyes with fire in hers.
"W-what are you talking about right now?" The music stops.
"I'm talking.. About these!" Sadie reveals the nude pictures of her BFF, earning a gasp from the audience. It's censored for the audience at home. Katie goes pale.
"I.. you.. How..?"
"Someone worried about our friendship put them in my bed while I was sleeping!" Noah snickers in the background. Sadie blinks back a few tears, throwing the photo behind her. "Why, Katie? Why would you do this to me, you skanky whore!?"
Another gasp erupts from the audience, and particularly Katie. "I am so not a skanky whore!"
"You so are! We were supposed to open our OF up together when we got to eighteen! But you just wanted that spotlight to yourself, didn't you?!"
Katie tightens her fists, getting in her friend's face. "The truth is… nobody wants to be seen half naked to bare naked with you because you're fat, Sadie!"
Sadie gasps, along with the rest of the crowd. "How dare you! My curves are what made us popular in the first place! How many panda bear Sadie shirts have we sold because of SADIE?!"
"W-whatever! You're not appealing to our prime audience!"
"You mean those pervs who jack it to our clean pics?! Who are you?!"
"GIRLS! Relax! You're bombing on stage!" Bridgette hurriedly gets between them, both DJ and Duncan holding them back as they swing wildly at each other.
"I hate you! I never wanna see you again! I'll kill you!"
"Well I never wanna be seen on camera with you again! I'm so voting you out!"
"Well.. so am I!"
"Fine, whatever!"
"I think this act's just about done." Chris states. "Chef?"
"I hate when women argue over trivial bullshit, but it did get pretty spicy. Three, I guess?"
"Ooh, that puts both teams at fifteen points. To win this, all the Gophers have to do is not totally suck! Let's clean this mess up and move on to that final performance, shall we?"
Duncan and DJ carry the rabid teens off stage. Then, Owen takes their place, a bottle of soda in his arms. He faces the camera, taking a few deep breaths. "This act needs no introduction." He winks at Noah, who simply flashes a thumbs up carelessly, now scrolling his phone.
Owen chugs down the bottle, winds back and then belches out the entire alphabet from A-Z. The stench is electric, but Chef is dazzled. He puts up a nine. The Gophers pop off, cheering.
"Well, that settles it. Killer Bass lose and the Screaming Gophers win!"
"Izzy is MUCHO pleased with Big-O!"
"Izzy isn't grossed out?" She shakes her head. "Izzy's awesome! We're awesome! Gophers, Gophers, Gophers!"
The team chants, sans Gwen and LeShawna, who are still absent from the scene. From behind the curtains, Courtney groans, sitting down with her hands in her face. Chris comes backstage to see them. "Killer Bass, you're on the campfire ceremony set in ten." He snarkily delivers before quickly exiting.
As the Gophers celebrate, Trent can't help but notice Gwen and LeShawna's absence. "Hey, where are Gwen and LeShawna?"
That's when they appear. Gwen hugs herself while LeShawna leads her in the direction of her chanting team, who try to carry Owen mosh pit style to the cabin, very slowly. "Someone call? What happened, did we win?" LeShawna asks.
"Yeah, Owen secured the win. Everything alright?" Trent questions, trying to get a good look at Gwen. She looks pissed.
"Yup. Just fine." She follows the rest of her team, looking down at the ground as she leaves. Trent raises an eyebrow, his heart aching.
"Give the girl some space. She saw the way you were eyeing up Heather." LeShawna whispers to him.
"Shit, really? I couldn't help myself, she was just so.. Hypnotic!"
She puts a hand on his shoulder. "It's understandable, you're a dude, but you gotta be better than that if you're really into Gwen. Me and her are tight, so I don't want you hurtin' her anymore."
"I'd never hurt her on purpose. Come on, LeShawna, can you.. coach me on how to be more reserved? I've been jumping from relationship to relationship for years, holding one down seems so impossible!"
"I can help you." She smiles, and he sighs in relief. "..tomorrow. I'm exhausted."
"Ha, same, Thanks." She departs, with Trent following closely behind.
The Killer Bass all sit down on their respective logs. Katie sits down next to DJ, holding his arm. "DJ, I'm so sorry for not telling you about my private life! It was never meant to get leaked like that - much less for our argument to happen!"
"Hey, it's cool. You barely even know me, Katie. I don't expect you to give me every bit of your life."
"Barely know you..? But we talked practically all night.."
"You did? And you didn't even-" DJ smacks Duncan upside the head. "Ow! Fine, alright, whatever."
"Yeah, we're cool and all, but I never needed to know all that. It's not like we're in a relationship or anything." He replies, bashfully looking to the side.
"Oh.. Yeah. Right." She slumps in her seat, feeling the force of Sadie's eyes on the back of her head.
"Campers, you've all cast your votes and made your decision. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow must immediately report to the Dock of Shame, ride the Boat of Losers and leave Total Drama Island for good. And you can't come back. Ever."
Katie groans. Sadie doesn't seem to care whether she stays or goes.
"The first marshmallow of the night goes to Harold." Harold catches his marshmallow with a stick.
"Bridgette, and Geoff." The blondes smile at each other, then walk up to grab their marshmallows.
"Duncan. Courtney. Tyler." All three grab their marshmallows. DJ, Sadie and Katie are left, all looking like complete sad sacks.
"DJ, your stage fright may have cost your team the win. Sadie and Katie, your quarreling definitely cost your team the game. Plus, you're both really annoying." They don't have the fight in them to talk back.
"Whatever. Just eliminate me for being less popular already." Sadie mutters.
"Hold your horses, Sadie. You're safe. So are you, DJ." A series of marshmallows bombard the two.
Katie's jaw drops. "Wait, what?!"
"Yup. So long, Katie!" Chris waves at her condescendingly.
Katie tightens her fists, standing up, outraged. "But- but- but.. Who voted for me?! I'm the.. Popular one! People are supposed to love…" Her fists turn to passive hands. She catches Sadie's pained, teary eyed expression and bites her lip. "No. This was the right decision. I'm.. I'm so sorry, Sadie."
"...Just go already. You're embarrassing yourself."
Her bottom lip quivering, Katie stands up and gives one more long stare at Sadie, reaching out for her. Sadie sheds a few tears, but immediately wipes them away, giving her the cold shoulder as she stalks back to her cabin.
As Katie walks down the Dock of Shame her team watches from the beginning of it. She turns around before the Boat of Losers. "D-DJ.. I want you to know right here in person that.. I had a huge crush on you!"
"Called it." Duncan and Geoff say in unison. DJ blushes heavily. Bridgette and Courtney don't seem to care at her rushed, flimsy confession.
"W-we just met!"
"That's just how incredible you are! So are we dating now?"
"I'm asexual, girl, I ain't dating anyone!"
Katie blanks. The guys blank too. "A-what-now?"
"Didn't see that one coming." Bridgette whispers to Geoff. He chuckles before pausing.
"You didn't?"
"Get in the damn boat, celebritay. Time to walk the runway." Chef jumps out the boat to shove Katie into the back, then jumping back on to get into the driver's seat and speed away. Chris turns to the camera.
"Well then, goodnight, Killer Bass, and goodnight Total Drama viewing world."
(Confessional: Noah)
"All too easy. Who could have possibly planted those photos of Katie's Onlyfans? Cody, of course. What could have possibly made him do such a thing? A chance with Gwen, as long as I slipped a good word over to her. Who could have possibly put Cody up to this?" He points at himself, a cocky smirk on his face.
(Chris pauses the confessional and we zoom out into a room filled with television screens and computers.
"Wow, dude's a regular Canadian psycho. Who will Noah with next? Why sabotage another team? Will Gwen forgive Trent, and how will Sadie live another day without her very special BFF? All these and more answered next time right here on Total.
Drama.
Island!"
Mid Credits:
Katie is silent for the entire ride to the resort. Chef stops at the pier and let's her out first. "Somebody's gone mute. I was praying you wouldn't yap your way on down here."
She says nothing.
"...Fair enough. If you'll just follow me, we have some painful, drawn out quiz crap Chris wants done from you."
She says nothing.
"Look, girl, I don't make the rules. So what, you lost a friend? Big whoop. I lost an entire platoon down in the trenches fighting the evil Viet cong."
"This.. isn't my house."
"..Just take your damn key, girl. I'll deal with you tomorrow." He shoves the bronze key into her face. She slowly takes it.
"...Okay.."
She walks away. He shakes his head, boarding the boat.
Name: Katie Champagne
Likes: Dancing, singing, poems, volleyball and swimming. (Sadie)
Dislikes: Herself. Yikes.
Favorite food: Fruit salad. Apple pie. With Sadie. I miss Sadie. Blah blah.
Dream Job: Youtube Channel.. With Sadie
What would you spend the money on: Two pink convertibles (one for.. Wait for it.. Sadie.)