"Beer, beer, where is the beer?!" Geoff rants, pacing in front of the TV again. LeShawna watches him go, raising her eyebrows while nudging DJ's shoulder.
"What's his problem?" She asks.
DJ doesn't respond, holding a dixie cup of fizzy orange soda with a distant look in his eyes.
"Uh… Earth to DJ? Hello?" LeShawna snaps her fingers in front of his face.
DJ shakes his head, looking down at her. "What? Sorry, you say something?"
She blinks at him, then shrugs. "...I guess not."
"Coming through!" Izzy yells from outside the ajar door, sprinting full steam ahead with Owen's hand in one hand and the beers in the other. Izzy trips over the rug, causing Owen to land directly on top of her, while the beers are thrown out of her hand. Geoff hurriedly tackles the bag, securing its safety. He sighs, relieved.
"Okay… Okay…"
"Ten pointer, dude." Stogie says, waving at Geoff from the couch. His girlfriend is already grinding on him, while Bridgette shrinks in her seat and takes another hit off the bong. Geoff facepalms, then runs up to the end of the living room near the kitchen, where a microphone and music player rest. He takes the microphone, tapping it, the sound echoing throughout the house. Everyone looks up at him, including Izzy after being freed from Owen's body weight.
"Sorry, Izzy.. Hehe.." Owen apologizes, looking down at her crushed body. She gives him a thumbs up before collapsing.
"Helloooo! Can everybody hear me?" Geoff greets.
"Yeah we can, dude! Everyone, give a hand to my bro Geoff!" Brody exclaims, cheering whilst clapping. Sadie, her mother, Katie and Beth are the only ones who join him.
"Yeah, go Geoff." Bridgette slowly and tiredly echoes. Geoff shakes his head, smacking his lips, but he gets his act back together, clearing his throat with a newfound smile on his face, even if it is just for the people.
"What is up, party people?!" A barrage of greetings reply, most not as excited as the usual shindigs the party dude hosts. "Haha, I thought so! Listen, this is many of you dude's first time at a Geoff party. So I'll give you the rundown! Brody's the star chef, he'll be grilling burgers on the stove in the kitchen. The B-Man's burgers are elite, ain't that right, B-Man?!"
"Chyeah that's right, dude!" Brody calls back.
"Haha, nice. Uh… let's see, OH we're gonna have the karaoke stuff open all night, which you can access right here where I'm standing, there's beer in the fridge, some orange fizzy drinks in the cooler, water in case you get dehydrated-"
"Hydration is important! That's what I always say." Beth speaks from the crowd, pointing her finger up knowledgeably. LeShawna rolls her eyes at her.
"...And the rest of the house is open to you! Bathrooms upstairs, we got a keg by the couch-"
"And weed. Plenty a' weed over here.." Bridgette mellowly yells out, waving to her fellow castmates.
Owen waves back with a "Hey, Bridgette!" And a smile.
Geoff facepalms, but as he opens his mouth to speak, the microphone in his hands is suddenly yanked away by Brody. "Thank you, Geoff! You're my dude, man! But I think it's time for a little song, don't you dude?"
"Um… no? I haven't told them my final thoughts!"
"Oh… well, can they wait till later? I wanna sing about my encounter with Celebrity Manhunt before it's too late!" Brody begs, a pleading, babyish look in his eyes. "Pleeeeeease, bro-bro."
Geoff rolls his eyes with a sigh. He leans into the microphone with a sour voice. "Please, put your hands together for the first karaoke of the night… Brody." He then walks off stage in a slump, making a b-line for the fridge.
"YEAHHH! I dedicate this song to my new fame! Check it!" He clears his throat. The cast so far in the house - Duncan, Courtney, Sadie, her mother, Katie, Beth, LeShawna, Cody, Kim, Noah, Justin, Eva, Owen, DJ, Bridgette and Izzy all stare up at him, listening as he badly belts out the lyrics to Katy Perry's California Girls.
Geoff returns to the living room with a beer in hand, slugging it down as he approaches Bridgette and her chuckling friends. He reaches a hand out to the blonde. She looks up at him. "What? You want a smoke?"
"No! I wanna dance!" Geoff forces a smile, trying to enjoy himself.
"To this?" Bridgette questions.
"OAHOHOHAHOHAOHOHOH! CALIFORNIA GIRLS THEY'RE UNDENIABLE!-" Brody continues to scream out.
"Eugh… I uh.. I dunno. I don't think we're gonna have another chance to dance like idiots for at least another eight weeks. It would be cool to just.. Dance the night away with you." Geoff scratches the back of his neck bashfully.
Her friends all go "Awww." But Bridgette giggles.
"Geoff, baby.. I can't even tell where your mouth begins and your knees end. I.. don't think I can dance with you at all tonight." She admits.
Geoff's bottom lip juts out and his face falls. "What?"
"Sorry, honey.. But hey, you can always get plastered with me and we can cuddle..? I could really use a cuddle right now. What do you say..?" She pats the couch, everyone scooching back to give Geoff more room. He covers his face with both hands.
"Ugh.. Sorry, babe. I'm not in the mood." He turns around and walks away, past the crowds of people towards the center stage to take away Brody's mic.
"Hey!" Brody objects, but Geoff points him toward the kitchen, mouthing the word 'B-Burgers'. Brody goes off more excitedly, rambling like the doofus he is while Geoff changes the music to something tolerable.
"More for me..~" Bridgette whispers, taking the bong in her hands once more, her eyes completely red.
The door opens, and in comes Trent, a flannel shirt on his person above black jeans and Vans. He takes a deep breath in and marches forward, only to be halted by Justin, his perfect tan hand reaching to grab his wrist. "Trent! Buddy! My man! You're looking great today."
"Oh, thanks, Justin. That means a lot coming from you, dude." Trent replies.
"Thanks, man. Hey, where's Gwen?"
"Ugh. I don't wanna talk about it." He frowns, crossing his arms.
"You can tell your old friend Justin about it. Mano a mano." He points his thumb toward himself and Trent. Trent sighs, nodding.
"Alright. Is there any beer at this thing?"
"Sure is. Come on, I'll show you." Justin walks forward, with Trent behind him. He passes the group of Sadie, Katie and Beth, winking at the pudgy girl's mom as she faints into her daughter's arms. All three of them cheer out for Justin. "I'll swing back for ya later, ladies~"
"Man… how do you do that?" Trent questions, watching the girls swoon over him even as they walk into the kitchen.
"I've heard you've got lady killer in you, too dude. Don't knock yourself down." Justin replies as he opens the fridge and passes Trent a beer.
"Maybe… Not when it comes to the one I actually care about." Trent mutters, opening the can.
"I feel you, dude." Justin opens his own, closing the fridge. "Now, about Gwen…"
DJ sits on the stairs, eating a bag of Cheetos solemnly. Geoff spots him and smiles ear to ear, running up to one of his best buddies with a wave. DJ perks up too. "DJ! Hey, dude, why aren't you partying?"
"Oh, I'm uh.. Not really in the party mood right now."
"Oh? What's going on, buddy?" Geoff takes a seat next to DJ, a tight fit. DJ sighs.
"I… It's so embarrassing, dude."
"Dude, I'm your dude, dude. You can tell me anything. I mean, I'm having a pretty shitty night myself."
"Really? Why?"
"It's Bridgette, dude. She was on my ass all day for stressing over the party, and now she's stoned and can't even enjoy it. Her first Geoff Party is a flop!"
"Damn. Sorry, man. Just let her be. In the morning, she'll make it up to you. Or… at least during Season 2 she will."
"Chyeah, maybe.. It just sucks 'cause I love her so much, ya know?"
"I know, dude. I know." DJ pats Geoff's shoulder, his nose sniffling as tears begin to fill his eyes. Geoff looks at him with surprise.
"Woah, DJ, what's wrong?"
"M-My Momma…"
"Yeah? Is she okay?" DJ shakes his head furiously. "Oh, DJ…"
"She… She's…"
"Take your time, buddy." Geoff pats him comfortably, but then gets yanked into a hug so hard it cracks his tense back and shoulders, his eyes bulging out of his head.
"SHE'S MARRYING CHEF HATCHET!" DJ screams, bawling his eyes out as everyone on the dance floor looks at them. Gwen and Ezekiel walk in just as DJ starts to cry, both polarized by the scene. Geoff smiles, again forcibly, waving at the two at the door. Gwen looks concerned. Geoff rubs DJ's back.
"Wow… that's… really, really bad, dude.. It'll be okay.."
"No it won't, Geoff! No it won't! He's gonna be my dad! MY FATHER! Chef HATCHET!" DJ continues to cry, throwing his face in his hands as fast as he can to finish crying. Geoff stands up.
"Ah, um… okay, dude, I'm gonna go to the bathroom and get you a towel.. Alright?"
DJ nods, not looking up from his palms. Geoff tip-toes up the stairs, cringing as he does so. Everyone else goes back to their own thing, thankfully. The blonde enters the bathroom, closing the door behind him, his breathing rough. He leans down into the cabinet under the sink and pulls out a clump of paper towels, putting them on the counter. But then he stops, completely, his hands on the counter with his full weight leaning into it. His eyes center on his eyes, which are baggy and worn. But they soon spot the picture on the wall behind his body. Geoff turns around and sees it: a picture from a fishing trip of Geoff as a kid sitting in his dad's lap. His regular cowboy hat rests on his father's head, while a rainbow trout is gathered in the young boy's hands in his lap. Geoff whimpers, his voice coming out shallow and empty.
"Dad…" He collapses to his knees and hugs himself tight as he leans against the cabinet, weeping to himself that same name over and over again.
"...So yeah, we're not really talking right now." Trent finishes his story, leaning against the wall in the living room, holding a dixie cup filled with fizzy orange drink. Justin nods, puffing out his chest.
"Can you say that louder? For my heart?" Trent raises an eyebrow at him.
"Treeeent! My homie, wassup?" Ezekiel greets, wearing shades. He holds his hand out for a high five. Trent reciprocates after Justin gives him an odd look.
"Zeke, dude, glad you could make it. You're looking.. Exactly the same as usual." Trent greets back after seeing Ezekiel's same raggedy outfit from the show.
"You don't see the fly shades I'm rocking? Check it!" He tips his sunglasses at Trent, grinning with a sparkle in his yellow teeth. Justin recoils.
"Oh, uh.. Yeah, they look awesome, man." Trent lies.
"You want a beer?" Justin offers, a small smirk on his face.
"Eh, isn't it illegal or something to drink at sixteen?" Ezekiel questions.
"Uh…" Justin looks around as if he's talking to an alien. Trent wraps an arm around Zeke.
"Look, Zeke, this is a party! You gotta indulge in a bit of illegal activity at a party."
"He's never been to a party before?" Justin points at him rudely.
"Just barbecues and picnics. Usually right outside my trailer." Ezekiel answers.
"Yikes… Big man, we gotta get you to the keg!" Trent says.
"The keg? What's that?" Zeke asks.
"Are you kidding? Trent, help me get him ready!" Justin tugs at his crusty sleeve, but immediately takes his hand back with a shriek. "Gross! You gotta get that thing cleaned, man."
"Sorry, this is my comfort hoodie. It makes me feel safe." Zeke replies.
"Well, get it washed at least once, dude. Chicks don't dig a filthy man." Justin says.
"They don't?" Ezekiel questions, genuine confusion in his voice.
"Ahaha, Ezekiel, we're gonna teach you so much, man." Trent states.
As they walk to the keg, they pass Gwen, who is standing in a corner with a dixie cup in hand, watching everyone else have fun. Trent tries to ignore her, and Gwen does the same.
"This isn't exactly what I heard it would be." Gwen mutters to herself. Cody side steps toward her, back against the same wall, dixie cup crumbled in his hand.
"Hey, it's not all bad."
Gwen smiles downward at him. "Cody, hey."
"Not just Cody, either. Hey there, Cody's true love." Kim P. identifies herself, her hand in Cody's much sweatier, much tighter hand.
"Oh, hey. You're Cody's girlfriend?" Gwen questions, choosing to ignore the nickname.
"Well, if that's what I'm gonna be known as 'till the end of time, I guess I am." Kim says with a smile. The three get to talking, while in the distance, between Owen and Izzy dancing wildly and Noah looking down at his can of beer, Eva is staring.
"Who is that?" She asks distantly.
Owen follows her eyes to the trio in the corner. "That's Cody's girlfriend, Kim! That's what Noah told me anyways." Owen leans in to whisper, "Everyone's saying he cheated on her. That's why nobody's talking to Cody."
"Huh… She's…" Eva trails off, crushing her can.
"She's? She's what, Eva?" Izzy questions, bouncing circles around her.
Owen gasps. "You have a crush on her! And you don't even know her yet!"
"S-she's an idiot. Staying with that loser… Can't believe it." Eva stutters.
"Awww, you're adorable, Eva." Owen giggles, hugging the muscular beast from behind. She grumbles, but doesn't protest. However, when Izzy tries hugging her front side, she kicks her to the floor. She looks to the side at Noah, who's been gingerly sipping some beer quietly.
"You're real quiet, you know that?"
"I usually am." Noah replies.
"Quieter than usual. I figured you'd be the first to make fun of me." Eva fires back.
"Not today, Eva." Noah says, shaking his head.
Eva raises her unibrow. "Hm.. Something wrong?"
Noah shakes his can gently, looking guilty to the side. "Maybe…"
"Well?" Eva asks.
Noah sighs. "Ugh.. Don't tell anyone this."
Eva looks from side to side, shrugging. "Okay…"
"I knew Cody was cheating. Before anyone else. I hooked him up with Cindy."
"What?!" Owen, Izzy and Eva exclaim.
"But! That was before I knew about Kim! He never told me they were dating, just that she was his hot friend. What was I supposed to think?"
"Wow… Cody's an asshole!" Izzy states.
"Yeah… but so am I. I could have told Kim, probably. She's been here as long as us." Noah replies.
"So… are you going to?" Eva asks.
"...No. Let Cody do it. He needs to learn this lesson." Noah decides, tightening his fists with another sip.
"...Yeah. Let him." Eva agrees.
Meanwhile, Cody continues talking to Gwen. "I mean, think about it, this could be the last time we're all here together under normal circumstances. At least for another eight weeks."
"Yeah, I know.. But Trent's mad at me, and Geoff isn't even talking to me like I wanted him to, and I feel all of this cooped up stress from everything going on because I want to spend time with my boyfriend." Gwen rants.
"I thought you and Trent were mad at each other?" Cody questions.
"I meant Geoff!" Gwen barks back.
Kim and Cody spare a glance at each other. "Uh… Geoff's your boyfriend? I'm confused."
"Did I say Geoff is my boyfriend..?" Her pale cheeks light up red. "I meant I wanted to.. Spend time with.. Uh.. Geoff. And not my boyfriend."
"You're not planning on cheating on that rocker dude, are you? That would be pretty messed up." Kim leans over Cody, giving a judgemental glance at the goth girl.
Gwen leans over Cody as well, glaring at her. "No! I'm not… like that. Ugh. Sorry, I need to use the bathroom." She turns around and walks away, up the stairs and away from Cody.
"Oh… See you later." Cody mutters.
"Man, those two are so doomed. I give them maybe another week before they either kill each other or start swinging. Know what I mean?" Kim playfully punches Cody's shoulder. He laughs uncomfortably.
"Yeah, cheaters, am I right? Gwen really should have dumped him a while ago." Cody replies.
"For sure. You know.. This party kinda sucks." Kim admits, twirling her hair around her finger.
"Huh? You think so?" The dweeb looks at her.
"Yeah. Everyone keeps staring at us, or ignoring us. Everyone's really on edge, too." Kim takes a bite out of her Brody Burger.
"Yeah.. pre-show jitters, maybe?" Cody explains with a shrug.
"And uh.. Well, you told me not to bring my phone, so I haven't been able to distract myself at all." Kim says between mouthfuls of food. Cody sighs.
"Huh.. yeah. Uh.. sorry. Look, uh, Kim… I need to tell you something." Cody takes both of the red-heads hands in his. She looks down at him with a grin.
"Okay.. should I sit down?"
"Please, just… listen to me."
"Dude, what's up?"
"...I haven't been letting you use your phone because right now we're trending. You're trending, Kim. On Twitter."
"Oh… Why?"
"...Because for the last two weeks.. I've been cheating on you. With an Asian girl I've never even met before. Over the internet. We played World of Warcraft together while I was at the Playa. And uh… one thing led to another. She's seen my uh… yeah. Those thankfully weren't leaked, she's a good person. But… technically I cheated on her with you, so it all works out, right? You're gonna stay with me, yeah?"
Kim pulls her hands away, her eyes furious, wet with oncoming tears as she pants for air. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You.. you disloyal piece of shit!" Her rough hand slaps Cody across his face, causing him to wince and hold his red cheek. Kim breaks down crying. "I-I gave you a chance, and THIS is how you treat me?! Fuck you, Cody. We're done. No way am I going out with a fucking cheat. Goodbye." She turns around.
"Kim, wait-!" But it's too late. She runs away from him, right out the front door. Sadie and Katie take pictures.
"That one's going right on our joint page!" Sadie says, a slur in her voice.
"Totally!" Katie drunkenly responds, wrapping her arm around Sadie. She nuzzles her bestie.
"Get your Gwody, Cinody and Kimdy t-shirts here, kids! Just twenty bucks!" Sadie's mom chimes in, holding Total Drama merch on her arms like a coat hanger.
Eva watches Kim run out, looking back at her friends. Noah, Owen and Izzy nod, pushing her gently forward. "Knock her socks off, Eva!" Izzy yells. Cody hears the crazy girl, still holding his cheek and sulks himself toward the kitchen. Noah softly stares at him.
"Owen, wanna help Cody out with me?"
"Are you kidding? We're Geek Squad! Of course I wanna help you guys out! I'll be right back, Izzy!"
"Okay! Don't miss the hot and sexy dance later on though, Big-O!"
"You know I won't." Owen growls like a tiger as Noah pulls him away by the arm. They pass Duncan and Courtney, the former sitting on a lawn chair while playing video games against LeShawna while Courtney stands next to him, not too pleased.
"Today was a disaster."
"Tell me about it." Duncan replies, his attention squarely on the game of Mario Kart he's winning.
"You were a part of the disaster, Duncan. You went off script." Courtney cradles her head, shaking it.
"Well, duh, I was uncomfortable. And your parents were being total cocks about everything. I've never been more scared of another guy in my life." Duncan replies, tilting his controller.
Courtney puts her hands on her hips. "You do realize you'll be seeing them way more than once, right? You have to abide by the rules of the list I made."
"Roger that, commander. Wanna pay for my lobotomy too?" Duncan sarcastically questions, choosing not to look into her eyes.
Courtney gasps, but decides to turn up the heat. "You know I don't actually want you to change who you are, right? You're not that much of an idiot, right?"
Duncan rolls his eyes. "Here we go again."
"We shouldn't even be at a party with underage drinking, Duncan. We're supposed to be keeping a clean image. What if somebody's recording all of this?"
He turns to look at her, clearly disgruntled. "You want a clean image? You dated the wrong man."
Courtney rolls her eyes, looking away. "Ugh.. maybe I did."
"What?" The punk questions, surprise and hurt in his expression.
Courtney meets his eyes briefly. Then she turns away. "Nevermind. I'm getting some ice cream."
"Aren't you lactose intolerant?" Duncan yells so she can hear him.
"What does it matter?!" Courtney yells back.
Duncan turns back to the screen, only to be passed at the finish line by LeShawna. "Ah, shit, how did you do that?"
"I didn't have somebody squawking in my ear the whole time. That's how." LeShawna replies, tossing her controller in the air before catching it. "Wanna go another round?"
"Sure, until Ms. CIT comes back, that is." Duncan centers his attention on the TV again. "I swear, she can be such a pain in the-"
"Asshole. That guy is a complete asshole." Eva tells Kim, flustered as she rubs the tomboys back, her sobbing unusual and alarming to Eva's ears.
"I… I really liked him, you know? Ever since fucking middle school. And he's just a tiny little piece of garbage!" Kim sobs, the cool night air against both of their bodies. Eva bites her bottom lip.
"You know… I had to deal with some assholes yesterday, too."
"...Who were they?" Kim whispers.
"These bitches at the gym. A bunch of country club going losers. All of them. Jealous of my superior strength!" She grits her teeth viciously. Kim looks up at her.
"What did they say?"
"They called me a dyke. To my face. I accidentally revealed I was.. Into women on Total Drama Island. Not exclusively, I mean- I like some men.. But, egh.." Eva fists her meaty thigh, looking down at the floor. Kim places a hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah?"
Eva cautiously stares into Kim's eyes. "Uh… Yeah."
"Me too."
"Oh."
"I don't really tell people. I just wear one of these." Kim fishes out a bisexual pin from her pocket. "You want it?"
"Uh… isn't it yours?"
"I have tons. Way more than I should honestly. Take it."
Eva does. She presses the button into her shirt and looks down at it, a deep breath coming in. "Thank you."
"Thank you for comforting a complete stranger. It's nice to know not everyone in there was judging me." Kim replies.
"I think most people just didn't know what to say. They're not all bad." Eva covers for them.
"Huh… and here I thought you were a rageaholic who didn't like anyone."
"That's what the cameras made me look like."
"But.. you're sweet. And kind. And I don't think you deserve that reputation."
"And I think you're pretty smart. You know, for someone who got cheated on by Cody."
"Ha! I should have known that little shit was as bad as he seemed. He used to be cool, you know. He used to comfort me after I got dumped, or rejected. He was awesome. Fame changes people I guess." Kim dejectedly looks down at their legs hanging over the sidewalk.
"Or brings out the worst inside of them. I know I'm not taking the sudden social media influx well." Eva replies.
"I bet. Hey, Eva.. You wanna ditch this place and.." She leans in and whispers into her ear. Eva blushes. Kim pulls away, smirking. "No condom necessary."
"It would be uh.. My first."
"I'll be gentle."
Eva takes her hand, pulls her in and slowly kisses Kim on the lips. The kiss goes from slow, methodical and sweet to intimate, wet and intense in seconds. Izzy watches from the door, recording the whole thing as she gawks at them. "No… Way…"
Eva pulls out her phone and calls an uber, all while being felt up and made out with by a smoking hot red-head. Their lips don't detach until it arrives.
Cody sits by himself in the dining room of the kitchen, his cheek pressed against the table as a soda rests in his hand. "Oh…" He solemnly sighs. Owen and Noah waltz into the room.
"Hey, buddy.. You okay?" Owen opens, sitting down across from him. Noah takes the seat between both of them. Cody doesn't budge.
"I'm such a loser."
"Well- uh… I mean… you're still a winner to me, Cody! Right, Noah?" Owen exclaims.
"Oh no, you're a total loser." Noah agrees.
Owen's shoulders fall. "Oh.. Uh.. I thought we were supposed to be cheering him up?"
"No. Cody, you don't deserve to be cheered up. What I will do, however, is talk some sense into you." Noah says.
"I don't deserve anything anymore…" Cody mumbles.
"That's not true. Everyone deserves happiness. To an extent." Noah replies.
"Yeah! Even people like Heather!" Owen adds.
"I'm worse than Heather.. At least she wasn't dating anyone when she had sex with Trent." Cody states.
Noah and Owen look at each other. Noah sighs and lifts Cody's chin up. "Look at me."
Cody's eyes go wide.
"You… you're a cheating, perverted, annoying, squeaky little mongrel who just gave two chicks permanent trauma." Noah critiques.
"Geez, lay it on thick, will you? I'm still stinging from the slap, you know." Cody replies.
"And you're a hypocrite." The bookworm adds.
"Whatever, dude. Tell me something I don't know." Cody pulls away, holding himself
"But that doesn't mean you can't become a better person. When I first met both of you, I was using you for my own gain. I was using you to get rid of Heather, in the same way she was using Beth and Lindsay to get rid of me. But after being humbled by your friendship, ugh, I was able to… become a better person and realize that my way of living was probably really shitty. I was an asshole." Noah explains.
"WAS! Noah became such a good guy! He's my best friend, in fact." Noah smiles at Owen. "So I know you can be better, Cody! You just have to try! You can't beat yourself up." Cody puts his hand under his chin, listening to Owen.
"Yeah, Eva and I will do that for you. Oh, by the way, pretty sure she's fingerblasting Kim as we speak." Noah states.
Cody's jaw hits the floor. "Aw, what?! Already?!"
Owen guiltily folds. "Sorry, dude. She's a virgin and this was her first ever chance to be with another girl! We had to push her into it."
Cody scratches the back of his pencil neck. "...I guess I deserve it, huh?"
"You do." Noah deadpans, nodding.
"...So… What now?" Cody sighs.
"Focus on yourself, first of all. I won't be there for Total Drama Action, but Owen will. Try to see who you want to be, then chase that ideal and become it. Read a philosophy book sometime." Noah says.
"Got any recommendations?" Cody questions.
"I'll make a list." Noah pulls out of his chair, looking for a pencil.
"Thanks, guys. I… I don't deserve either of you." Cody replies, smiling at both of them. Owen and Noah smile back.
"You're welcome, dude." Noah replies, before walking away.
"Now let's go and party hardy! WOOHOO!" Owen screams, running back out into the living room.
"Think I'll stay here for a bit." Cody replies, laying back in his seat.
"Same." Noah agrees, sitting down with a pen and notebook. "Now let's see here…"
Trent holds Ezekiel upside down as he suckles down the hose of the keg machine around a crowd of Brody, Justin, Bridgette and her friends as they all chant "chug, chug, chug, chug!" Inevitably, after sapping most of the bitter alcohol, vomit spews out of Zeke's nose, shooting the floor. Justin jumps back, disgusted, while Trent helps him stand up, removing the hose from his mouth. Zeke throws both hands over his mouth before running for a potted plant, getting down on his knees and puking his guts out. Trent and the others recoil, laughing as his body rejects the poison.
"Aeugh! Aougha! Ah… it burns…" Zeke groans. Justin and Trent walk up behind him, the group petering out and going back to their cliques.
"Yeah, alcohol will do that to ya." Trent says between chortles. He gets down and rubs Zeke's back as he continues vomiting.
"Hey, Ezekiel, tell me, man, you still got a crush on Bridgette?" Justin asks, a confident smile on his face.
Trent looks up at him, raising a brow. "Dude, now?"
"What? I'm just asking." Justin excuses.
Ezekiel spits out the last of his vomit before rubbing his mouth and nose with his sleeve. "Uh… Yeah. She's uh… still really cute. I really like, dig her, homes. Ya feel me?"
Justin nods. "Oh I feel you. Look, the karaoke machine is free. Nobody's used it all night aside from that Brody guy." He points at the open mic by the front of the living room.
"Yeah… what's your point?" Zeke asks.
"My point is… most girls like to be serenaded. And you're into music, right?"
"The only music I know, aside from folk stuff, is rap, eh. I got really into it while at the Playa."
"Exactly! Why don't you select a rap song and sing to her? Make it more personalized. Maybe Bridgette will give you a chance."
"Hold up, you know Bridgette is dating Geoff, right?" Trent states.
"Well, that's why I kinda gave up, eh." Ezekiel slowly stands up, wobbly, but straight.
"Sure, but their relationship doesn't seem… stable. You know what I mean? And besides, Zeke deserves a chance with a proper lady. Now, unless you're against that Trent, I say he goes for it." Justin explains.
Trent looks between the pale and the tan boys between him. "I'm not against it, I just… I dunno. Seems wrong."
Ezekiel looks up at Bridgette, stoned out of her mind talking to her friends on the couch. She momentarily looks at Zeke before laughing with her pals. He takes a deep breath in. "No. Justin's right! I should stand up for my right to rap for my lady! I have to fight! These streets is rough, ese, and the only way I can survive is if I don't back down and let my voice be heard!" Determined, Ezekiel struts toward the open mic and karaoke machine. Trent facepalms as Justin shakes his head.
"Score one. Nicely done, Justin." He mutters to himself, checking his nails.
The microphone feedback screeches as Ezekiel takes it in his hand. "This song goes out to one lovely lady in the audience tonight. You ready, B-B?" He can't get past the first syllable. Bridgette immediately realizes what's going on and shakes her head.
"Oh no…" Bridgette mumbles.
"Oh no." Beth says as well.
Ezekiel taps the screen, selecting Juice World. Oh no.
"I still see your shadows in my room! Can't take back.. The love that I gave you!" Ezekiel sings off key and out of tune, gaining laughter from almost everyone in the crowd. Almost. Sadie and Katie are dazzled. Beth looks shocked, yet very, very charmed. He belts out the rest of the song, which Justin records from his phone. Trent has to close his eyes just to not cringe his brains out.
"Wow. That is the worst singing I've ever heard." Melony says. Her friends all chuckle. Bridgette blushes, hiding behind her bong. Zeke notices near the end of the song and gives up, throwing the mic on the floor.
"That's all. Thanks for listening. Peace." Zeke puts up a peace sign for the crowd before walking off stage with a blush on his pale cheeks, making a b-line for Trent and Justin. "Well? How was I?"
"...Great." Trent hesitantly answers with a forced expression. "Just.. uh… great, man."
Justin can't help but laugh as hard as possible. "Oh.. oh, Zeke.. I'm impressed!"
"Thanks, Justin. That's awesome." Ezekiel grins, feeling more accomplished. "You guys are like, my best friends ever, eh." He pulls them both in for a hug. Trent tolerates it, but Justin shrieks and backs away.
"Ah! My clothes, my skin! Violated! I need soap, where's the bathroom?!" Justin runs away, leaving Trent to absorb the whole hug. He rubs Zeke's back with a crumpled look on his face, before spotting Beth approaching them.
"Uh… Zeke. Beth's coming."
"Huh? Why her? Oh no…" Ezekiel unleashes Trent and hides behind him, peering over his shoulder as a braces-less Beth stops in front of him.
"Trent, can I speak to Ezekiel, please?" Beth asks.
"Uh… Zeke, you wanna talk to her?" Trent turns his neck Zeke's way.
"Um… not really." The redneck mumbles.
Trent takes one step to the left. "Yeah, well.. Sorry, dude. I gotta find the bathroom." Trent admits, walking away. "Good luck! I'll save you after!" He waves a hand his way, abandoning him
"Wait! Trent! What gives, dude?!" Ezekiel holds his hand out, but Trent does not look back. Zeke's arms slump, and his body saddens. Beth comes up to him.
"Zeke… although I'm very, very flattered that you dedicated an entire song to me, you should know that I'm basically a taken woman now. I went on a date today with a hunky supermodel dream boat, and really, we're in love. So as much as we like each other, it's time for-"
"That song wasn't for you! I don't like you at all!" Ezekiel shouts.
"Oh… Not at all?" Beth twiddles her thumbs.
"No! I like Bridgette! The song was for Bridgette."
Beth slaps her forehead. "Ooooohhh…! Hey, I know, I can be your wingwoman!" She smiles wide, as if he didn't just admit to disliking her.
"What's that? I have no interest, Beth, please leave me alone." Zeke turns around, folding his arms.
Beth puts a hand on his boney shoulder. "No, silly! It's not a romantic thing. Basically I'll help you get in Bridgette's good graces! Then she's more likely to date you in case she and Geoff don't work out."
Zeke turns around. "You'd really do that for me?"
Beth nods. "Mhm! What are friends for?"
"Wow. You're really cool Beth. Sorry for thinking you were kinda weird." He shakes her hand rapidly with both of his.
She adjusts her glasses, her hands on her hips as she soaks in what he said. "Wait, you did?"
Zeke looks around nervously. "Uh… Not out loud."
Beth squints at him. "Eh, I've been called worse by worse people."
"So you'll ask her if she likes me?" Zeke questions, running a hand through his hair.
"Sure! Lemme go ask her right now."
Ezekiel sighs, nervous. He grabs a water bottle from the cooler and awkwardly leans against the wall, one leg keeping him steady. He watches Beth walk up to Bridgette and the two girls start to talk. Bridgette pretends to choke herself, while Beth nods sadly. Trent returns next to him.
"Hey, sorry. I really did have to go. What happened?" Trent asks.
"It's fine. Beth's telling Bridgette I like her." Ezekiel nervously replies.
"Really? That's pretty cool."
"Yeah… She's not so bad."
"...You know, Zeke, you're gonna be okay on your own."
Zeke looks up at him. "Why do you say that?"
"Because you're already pretty smart. Just find yourself in the things you like." Trent says with a smile.
"Like you with your guitar?" Zeke questions.
"Exactly. Watch more music videos, perfect your craft. And try not to listen to what others say too often." Trent replies.
Zeke gives a toothy smile. "...Thanks, buddy."
"Yeah, no problem, man."
Beth returns with a sad expression on her face. "So?"
"She says she'd rather date a metal pole in the frozen yukon over you. Then she laughed and made an ouchie face as she choked herself. Then I called her mean for that, and she caught herself and apologized. She says she'd still like to be friends." Beth answers matter-of-factly.
"Oh…" Ezekiel sadly replies, looking down at his empty cup.
"Sorry, Zeke." Beth apologizes.
"Hey, can't win 'em all." Trent pats him on the beanie. Ezekiel shakes his head defiantly
"Screw it. From now on, I'm gonna listen to the advice of the streets. Trent, can this thing play music?" He holds up his phone.
"Oh, yeah, dude. Here, let me show you." Trent takes the phone and begins fiddling with it.
"I tried." Beth says, guilt in her voice.
"I know. Thanks, Beth. If anything, I wanna be friends with you. Is that cool, eh?" Ezekiel asks, brushing his thumbs together.
"Of course! Hey, has either of you seen Lindsay?"
In the front seat of Tyler's car, the sports fan hovers over his girlfriend, both of them bare below the belt. Tyler tries to enter Lindsay, but ends up hitting a wall. For the eighth time.
"T-Tyler, no, it's lower." Lindsay squeaks, one leg wrapped around his ass.
"Lower? Oh, here?"
"Ow! Too low, too low!"
"S-sorry, sorry!" Tyler frantically says.
"We're gonna be totally late for the party, Tyler! We started over an hour ago." Lindsay scolds.
"Yeah, 'cause I didn't know how to put on the penis balloon! And neither did you, might I add!" Tyler argues back. Lindsay bites her bottom lip and looks at the car seat.
"J-just put it in."
Tyler pushes into her womanhood, but once again hits a fleshy wall. "I'm trying! It won't fit."
"But I've had bigger guys and they fit in just fine!"
Tyler groans.
"Come on, get your very own Total Drama T-shirts here!" Sadie's mom proclaims, holding up a shirt of Chris McLean for the entire party to see. She hums as nobody takes the bait, her daughter and her bestie drunk as skunks in front of the t-shirt stand. "Hm. I wonder if it's who's on the shirt.. What do you think, honey?"
"Wow… Ezekiel's performance was so heartfelt. Wasn't it heartfelt?" Katie asks Sadie, the two girls slow dancing to a fast song.
"Sooooo heartfelt.. It made me throb.. Everywhere~" Sadie admits.
"Ooh, Sadie..~" Katie giggles, groping her best friend's rear.
"Mom, we're gonna go upstairs now.. Okay?" Sadie tells her mom.
"Oh, uh, sure. Tell that Geoff guy to buy a shirt while you're up there!" Sadie's mom orders.
"Sure, sure. Come on, Katie!" The two girls take each other's hands and wobble towards the stairs. They head towards a bedroom, passing Gwen while giggling as she waits by the bathroom door, sitting on the floor away from everyone else.
"Yup. This sucks." Gwen states. Geoff finally exits the bathroom, wiping away stray tears while sniffling. Gwen stands up, surprised to even see him come out. "Geoff? Are you okay?"
He turns to face Gwen, his eyes puffy and red. "Gwen.. I, uh.. I'm so sorry, this party was supposed to be killer. I didn't even greet you at the door." He wipes his face on his arm before holding his arms out for her to hug him. She does so without a second thought.
"It's okay. I saw you and DJ. Poor guy, huh?" Gwen pulls back.
"Yeah… that really sucks, about his mom." Geoff agrees, scratching the back of his neck.
"Why are you, um… Actually, do you maybe wanna get away for a second? From the music?" Gwen asks, catching herself from being too nosy.
"Is the party going okay without me?" Geoff asks, concerned. He tries to peek downstairs, but can't see much.
"Well, I haven't been down there since I talked to Cody, but he and Kim seemed cool." Gwen explains.
Geoff turns back at her. "Isn't he cheating on her?"
Gwen raises a brow. "Is he? I don't even know. If so, that sucks. I expected way more outta him."
"Maybe they're just rumors.. Uh, where would we go anyway?" Geoff questions.
"Do you have a room by the roof?" Gwen asks.
"Yeah, actually."
"Come on. Show me." She takes Geoff's hand in hers. He smiles.
"Yeah, sure." He leads her to his bedroom, the door wide open. The music drowns out any subtle sound, so Geoff opens his window and helps Gwen out to the roof. She sits down, while he climbs out and does the same. The night sky is full of shiny stars, the moon glowing in the clear sky.
"So… How are you and Trent? I noticed you two came in separately." Geoff asks.
"Yeah, uh… we're actually not doing great right now." Gwen answers, her voice distant.
"Aw, why?" He looks at her.
"...It's my fault. I got jealous when he was talking to my mom. It was like she was flirting with him or something. I got way too possessive, and then I made him feel worse by showing him how I felt through embarrassing him in front of my friends." Gwen admits.
"Geez, Gwen… why?" Geoff asks.
"I don't know. There's something wrong with me. It's in my DNA." Gwen swings her legs over the roof, feeling sorry for herself.
"You're a good person. A good partner, even. I'm sure it's just TDA getting to you. Not DNA." Geoff puts a hand over hers.
Gwen laughs. "Maybe you're right.. I am not looking forward to another season of McLean's bullshit."
"Tell me about it." Geoff's smile fades. "And then there's this whole thing with Bridgette."
"Something happened between you and Bridgette?" Gwen asks.
"Kinda… she's been pissing me off all day, seemingly on purpose." Geoff clarifies.
"Oh, no.. what did she do?"
"I… I haven't been in a good mood today. It all started with my dad. He was supposed to be here for my homecoming. But he's off at work, in another country. I love my dad. He's always been the only parent I ever had, and he's always let me go loose. If I wanna throw a party, I just have to do it. If I want a new surfboard, he gets it for me. If I want to bring a girl over, I can! It's great, but he's never around anymore. Honestly I'm just so bummed.."
"Yeah, my dad was a real dick too. He left pretty quick." Gwen replies.
"Well, my dad's not a dick. I would never say that. He's just… looking out for me. In a way that makes me feel like he doesn't care. But he does. It's just so hard for me. On my own, the parties keep me occupied, but otherwise… I'm stressed out lately. Bridgette hasn't been helping. Usually this stuff doesn't bother me, you know? But Bridge has been rubbing it in so much, critiquing me for being stressed out, and constantly forcing weed down my throat as a permanent solution. Well, it's not!" Geoff yells.
Gwen nods. "I feel you. I don't do that stuff, personally. I'm so sorry, Geoff."
"But honestly, Gwen? I only really threw this party for you." Geoff turns his body to look at her. Gwen feels very put on the spot, but copies him.
"What? You're joking."
"I'm serious. You got me excited during that triathlon challenge about the idea of throwing a party. It was adorable seeing you all giddy and thrilled to be celebrating something. I wanted to see that again on you." Geoff confesses, smiling earnestly.
"Geoff… That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me." Gwen hugs Geoff, tight. He holds her, smiling.
"That'a girl.. You're okay. We're gonna get through this. Both of us."
Gwen slowly leans back, a soft, timid look on her face and a blush above her cheeks. "Geoff.. I.. I wanna party with you." She whispers.
"Then let's do it." He replies, as quiet as her but in a completely excited tone.
Gwen looks into his eyes. Her lips crash into his, and her lids shut as she holds him by the shoulders. A light flashes behind them. Geoff's eyes go wide, and his hands push her away. Their lips pop off, Gwen's entire face red. "W-w-what?"
"Gwen! What the fuck?! I'm- we're taken!" Geoff stutters, his pupils dilated.
"I thought- but you- you said you wanted-" Gwen struggles to speak. Struggles to breathe.
Pachink!
"W-woah!" Sadie and Katie, both topless and clinging onto each other, fall out of the closet, smeared lipstick all over their faces. Sadie's phone flashed Gwen and Geoff on their way down to the floor. Both girls force a smile. Geoff climbs out and points down at them.
"Do not tell anyone about this!" Then he runs away.
"Geoff! I-I'm so sorry, wait!" Gwen reaches out for the blonde, but he's already gone. She panics, climbing out of the window. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.. What did I do?"
"You… you kissed Geoff…" Katie answers.
"Keep this to yourselves!" Gwen demands, pointing at them just like Geoff did. Then she storms downstairs. Sadie and Katie look into each other's eyes.
"...I'm even hornier now." Sadie admits.
"Let's finger each other." Katie excitedly replies.
"Okay!"
Trent laughs between Ezekiel, Beth and Justin, only for Gwen's hand to snatch him by the collar and yank him toward the guestroom. "Woah! G-Gwen? What are you?-"
"Bye, Trent!" Ezekiel and Beth say in unison, waving him goodbye.
"Looks like Gwen forgives you, big guy!" Justin yells before the door slams and Gwen sits Trent down on the edge of the bed, jumping on his lap. She kisses him, smack dab on the lips, her blue lipstick covering his mouth. He kisses back, rubbing her back with his hands, but pulls his mouth away, her lust filled eyes staring up at his.
"What's gotten into you?" Trent questions, panting.
"I've been a bad girlfriend." Gwen answers, touching his chest feverishly.
"Okay- well, how did you come to that conclusion?" Trent asks.
"Because I get irrationally jealous and I don't know what I want but I know that I want to be with you. I… I love you, Trent. I need you so bad right now." Gwen forces her declaration, tugging at his shirt desperately.
"...Make sure the door is locked." Trent says.
Gwen gets up and locks the door, only for two toned arms to surround her hips and pull her skirt down. "Say sorry."
"I'm sorry, Trent." She croaks.
"For what?" He whispers.
His tongue runs along her neck. "Oh, god~ for-for being a bad girlfriend." Her teeth bite down on her bottom lip.
"Good girl." Trent huskily mumbles.
Geoff's voice echoed the same thing just five minutes ago. Gwen closes her eyes as Trent throws her onto the bed and starts stripping.
"I think it's in! Oh, god, it's in! Woah..!" Tyler moans, thrusting inside of Lindsay.
"Oh! Finally! Wow, that's perfect, Tyler..!~" Lindsay rolls her eyes back, her hands gripping onto the seat belt behind her, her legs locked around him. As he thrusts harder and more recklessly, however…
POP!
"Ah! Tyler! The balloon popped!" She shrieks.
Tyler doesn't stop. "I-is that supposed to happen? Oh man, it feels even better..!"
"No! I think daddy said it's really bad to do it when the balloon pops!"
"Really bad? O-okay, I'll-" He yanks his dick out of her, coated in her excitement and his own. His entire body rocks up and down as he does so. "Ough! I'm cumming!"
"...Already?" Her disappointment is shelved as she realizes her dress is in the splash zone. "Ah! Tyler, not on my dress!" She pulls it up, revealing her upper body to him, which causes him to ejaculate all over not just her stomach, but also on her chest and middle.
"Ooooh…. That was amazing."
Lindsay grits her teeth, frozen solid. "Um.. can you please towel me off now?"
"Oh, sorry.." Tyler grabs some napkins from the glove box and begins cleaning her, his face red as a tomato. "Uh, earlier, you said 'already'? What did that mean?"
Lindsay guiltily looks up. "Well.. it's just that usually… Never mind."
"What? Come on, Lindsay, it's me. You can be honest."
"Well… usually my exes lasted way longer."
"Oh…"
"And they can put it in really easily."
"Oh." Tyler burns up.
"And the ones who can't, oh my gosh, it feels even better!" Lindsay gushes.
Tyler shakes his head, putting his hands out in defense. "Okay, okay, I get it! L-Let's just go to the party."
"Okay!" She pulls her dress up, sits up and exits the car. Tyler sighs in defeat.
The preppy couple walk in, Lindsay merrily strutting forward like a model on the catwalk, and Tyler trailing behind, deflated as a balloon. Beth spots her and runs up to her, gawking at the dress. "Lindsay! Your dress is gorgeous!"
"Awww, thank you, Beth! So is yours!" The girls hug, rubbing their cheeks against one another. Tyler walks past them, catching Beth's attention.
"Hi, Tyler!" The geeky girl waves.
"Hey, Beth." Tyler monotony replies, his eyesight remaining forward.
"Where are you going?" Beth asks.
"To get as drunk as possible." And just like that, Tyler disappears into the kitchen.
Beth watches him go before turning to an awkward looking Lindsay. "What's wrong with him?"
"...Well you should probably sit down. A lot happened."
"Is that why you're so late?" The two begin walking together.
"I'm late? I thought I was right on time."
Beth winces. "..Erm, I guess you're not the latest person here. Harold and Heather still haven't arrived."
LeShawna overhears this as Lindsay and Beth walk past her, eating by an open window, right behind the weed couch. DJ walks up next to her, hanging his arms outside. "Hey." She greets.
"Hey." He repeats to her, his voice groggy.
"You don't look so good. Or sound so good. Rough night?" LeShawna asks.
"Worst night of my life." DJ states.
"Oof! What happened to you, brother?"
"You didn't hear? Chef's marrying my mom."
LeShawna goes wide-eyed. "What?! Chef? Chef Hatchet?"
"The very same." DJ replies, hanging his head.
"How did they- why would he- that don't make no sense!"
"They met three weeks ago, LeShawna. Three weeks ago. I am in no mood to party. How am I gonna play Total Drama if this is on my mind the whole time?"
"I have no idea.. Maybe you can move out if you win the million dollars."
"Tch, maybe I can hire an assassin if I win the million dollars."
LeShawna laughs. "Ooh, you cold, DJ."
"Whatever… Hey, whatcha doing over here by yourself anyways? Where's Gwen?" DJ leans on his side to face her.
"Oh I just saw her and Trent going off to bone." LeShawna explains.
"Seriously? Those two… I swear." DJ says, shaking his head.
"Yeah, it's been one helluva night. Watch, Duncan and Courtney have been arguing for the last hour and a half." LeShawna points at the delinquent and CIT yelling at each other under their breaths.
"For real? Maybe I should split them up. You know, try to talk some sense into 'em." DJ starts walking toward them, but LeShawna's arm prevents him from moving any closer.
"DJ, when was the last time anyone did anything for you?" She questions.
"...I guess uh.. When Geoff helped me get over my fear of water." DJ admits, scratching the back of his neck.
"I'll tell you what: if Geoff needs anything, go help him. But Duncan? Courtney? Last I heard she dangled you off a cliff, and he's probably just gonna snap at you if you say anything to rile him up." She says.
"That's not exactly true.. But I think you're right. I think any more stress would give me an early onset heart attack."
"You wanna play some Mario Kart? Nobody else here is playing." LeShawna points at the play area.
"Eh, why not?" DJ shrugs, walking with LeShawna to the TV and lawn chairs.
"Look, I'm sorry if you found my attitude 'embarrassing' but it's not my fault! I was as frozen as ice." Duncan tells Courtney.
"You broke a plate!" Courtney barks back.
"I tried to stay on script."
"No you didn't! You made stuff up, you still wore your piercings, you forgot the excuse we made up, I could go on."
Duncan points at her. "You did too! I don't remember some precinct event being discussed anywhere in the 30 page essay you wrote out for me, princess."
Courtney sighs. "If you had only read those pages, you would have know that-"
Duncan puts a hand in front of her face. "Alright, let me stop you right there. For one, nobody in their right mind would play this closely to their parents rules, not at your age. Secondly, I didn't even want to play by your stupid list. Why is my mohawk down again? Oh, because my girlfriend's parents are psychos who find self expression ridiculous!"
Courtney growls, poking his chest. "You think you're really any better?! You- you're always such a jerk! Always! It's like managing a circus, trying to keep you under control! If you genuinely think all of that is true, you can kiss my ass!"
Duncan laughs humorlessly. "Oh, I'd love to, princess, except your parents might execute me if a condom pops within a 220 kilometer radius." Tyler groans from the kitchen.
"Okay, you know what? Fuck you, Duncan. You find being with me such a pain in the ass, then we're done. I can't deal with this stress anymore, and frankly I don't want to!" Courtney puffs her chest out, hands on her hips.
Duncan's face falls. "Wait.. what?"
"You heard me! We're over. Done. I don't know why I even bothered to try. And I did try! I tried to help you out with your parental situation, and when I wanna work things out with you afterward, you ramble, you don't pay attention to me, you mock me! Why should I try?" Courtney questions, staring at him like an angry bull. Duncan reaches toward her.
"Courtney, come on."
She reels back. "No, I'm serious. And guess what? With this lawsuit, I'm gonna win so much FUCKING money, that you'll wish you had just listened to me. Total Drama? You're not winning that game. I'll win, and you'll be penniless!" She jabs a finger in his chest forcibly.
Duncan glares at her. "Fine. Like I give a shit about your success. Enjoy mimicking your parents for the rest of your life, you uptight loser." He turns around, folding his arms.
"I'm a loser?! ME? HA!"
"Fuck off, Courtney."
"Oh, I will." Courtney folds her arms too and walks out of the house, pulling her phone out to dial a taxi. Duncan watches her go, his hands turning to fists.
"Goddamnit!" He turns around and punches a wall so hard it breaks some of the paint off. Tears swell up in his eyes that he frantically dries up with his sleeve.
Glass breaks as the door slams shut. A green gas fills the house, the smell of rotten eggs flows through the four walls, destroying the nostrils and stomachs of anyone within Geoff's home. Everyone begins running out of the house, either to vomit or breathe fresh air. Harold and Heather laugh to themselves from outside of the open window, crouching underneath it as they high-five and get up to run away.
"Okay, you were right, that was really fun." Heather admits.
"See? I told you I was entertaining!" Harold replies, sprinting off with her toward her car. "Nice wig, by the way."
"Don't push it."
The sun shines in the sky as Trent and Gwen wait outside of Gwen's house, sitting on the porch with bags of luggage. Gwen's phone is in her hand, and she seems to be reading something. "Wait outside, a bus will be coming to pick you up and drop you off at the discreet location shortly."
"Ah, guess we won't be on Wawanakwa this time, huh?" Trent says.
"I imagine that place is quite the tourist hot spot right now." Gwen replies.
"Ha, true. Why anyone would bother going there for free is beyond me." The punk starts fishing for something in his duffel bag.
Gwen takes a breath in. "...Hey, I really wanna say sorry about my behavior yesterday. I apologized to mom, too actually."
Trent nods. "That's great, babe. Just remember, communication is… ah crap." He pulls a pill bottle out, opens it and drops a singular tablet into his open hand.
"What? No more medicine?" Gwen questions.
"Yeah, I'm fresh out. And the bus is gonna be here any minute." Trent and Gwen look up toward the street.
"Oh… What should we do?" Gwen asks.
Trent shrugs innocuously, taking the pill before tossing the empty bottle to the side. "Eh, I'll probably be fine."