A green bus groans on the road, zooming past trees, parks, sidewalks, dog walkers, joggers and the setting sun. A hispanic man wearing sunglasses, a suspiciously bushy mustache and a directors cap with the Waning Bros logo watches the road from the driver's seat, hands on the wheel. All twenty-two contestants from Total Drama Island, including those who have received the devastating news that they're not in for another eight weeks of torture, sit boredly and tiredly on the bus, leaning against the windows, their seats or each other.

Heather, sitting next to Harold, pounds her bald forehead into the seat in front of her. "Ugh.. it's been two hours. This heat is killing me." She fans herself, sweat beads running down her face. Harold offers a pink hand-fan with a cutesy pixie anime girl on it. Heather narrows her vision.

"What? Not into Pot Stickers Are A Girl's Kawaii Friend? It's not a light read, I'll admit, but the art is amazing. Just look at how adorable Kurii-chan is!" He gushes, a dorky smile adamant on his face. Heather rolls her eyes. LeShawna, sitting across from them with her bag next to her by the window, clears her throat, getting his attention. She fans herself.

"Woo, my face feels like it's on fire.. Could certainly use something to take the edge off."

Harold gasps, immediately leaning toward her. "Hey!" Heather stammers, swiping and whiffing the fan. Harold bestows it upon LeShawna.

"I have something to cool those burns, milady!" He exclaims.

She can't help but smile, taking the fan. "Your lady thanks you. I mean.. Thanks, Harold." LeShawna replies, correcting her behavior to a more stand-offish one.

Harold giggles like a schoolgirl, blinking radiantly at her before turning to Heather bashfully. She folds her arms and glares at him. "What?"

"...Nevermind." Heather scoffs, looking out the window instead of anywhere on him, a pout in her lips. Harold shrugs, putting his earbuds in.

Gwen snuggles into Trent's arm, her cheek warm against his shoulder as they both stare out the window, though neither of them look particularly happy. "I'm starting to regret skipping so many English classes. Would have been nice to know how to read a full contract."

"It's easy; you don't. You never expect these things to have any real consequences. We all heard a hundred thousand dollars and remote island with a hotel and jacuzzi and kinda just went for it." Trent explains.

"And in the end, nobody even won the money." Gwen laments, looking at Owen from across the aisle, Izzy snoozing in his lap.

"H-hey, you would have done the same thing had you been offered a million. And we got the closest to the Dock of Shame! T-that counts for something, right?" Owen questions awkwardly. DJ, Cody and Tyler all look in different directions or whistle to ignore him.

Izzy's eyes flutter open, her legs kicking back and forth. "Aaaaaccctuallly, I was the closest to the finish line, Big-O. Not you." She boops his belly, getting a giggle out of him as if he's the Pillsbury Doughboy.

"Debatable. I was just as close as you were." Justin argues.

"Whatever helps you sleep better at night." Eva states.

"I imagine you'll do that just fine after today's performance." Justin quips, winking with a devilish smirk. Eva blushes and turns her music up louder, her airpods blasting metal music. Noah scoots away from her slightly.

"Ugh. You lost, get over it already." Noah says, clearly annoyed.

"Not exactly. I have another shot in season two. Unlike you guys." Justin replies smoothly.

Katie and Sadie lean into him. "Oh but you so deserve it, Justin." Sadie muses.

"Totally…" Katie trails off. Justin grins.

"Thank you, ladies."

Ezekiel kicks the floor softly. "Wish I coulda competed, eh. I could really use that money."

"Yeah, what was Chris thinking, leaving us out?" Courtney asks.

"Better missing out than being betrayed by your best friend." Bridgette mutters.

Courtney snaps her head toward the blonde, her gaze gentle. "Bridgette, look.. I don't know how many times I can apologize for that before you're happy, but-"

Bridgette puts a finger on Courtney's lips. "Zip it. You assaulted my boyfriend for money. I need time, you need to fix your attitude."

"I'm trying! I'm going to win the lawsuit. I feel better now! Really, can't we still be friends?" The brunette questions, her hands clasped together.

Bridgette furrows her brows, crossing her arms. "I don't know, Courtney. It seems to me like I was just a stepping stone to the cash prize at the end of the day considering how you treated us."

"Ugh! As if! I totally care about you." Courtney snaps. Duncan, sitting beside her, rolls his eyes.

Bridgette growls. "I wish I could know for sure."

"Alright, enough!" Geoff stands up, unable to take anymore bickering. All twenty one campers look up at him. He sighs. "I'm sick and tired of the drama. I think we all are. I dunno how any of you are actually going to spend the two days we have left to be free before the show continues, but I can assure you, I will be using that time to let loose and have some fun! Look, all of you guys are like, super good friends. And I promised you all a party no matter what the finale was like. Now that we're all here, and we don't got much time left… whaddya say? One last shindig, on Sunday, the day before the show picks up and the rest of you go to school. We'll host it at my place. My dad'll make his signature dip. We'll chill, listen to music, get lost together… and not be so mean all the time."

They all look between each other, murmuring, unsure of what to do. Geoff's eyes connect with Gwen's. She stands up. "Geoff's right. I for one have never been to a real party before. It was actually something I was really looking forward to doing after the show ended. So we shouldn't waste what time we have left being pissy at each other. Bury the hatchets, at least for now, and we can all have a little bit of fun before Chris McLame and Chef Hazbin sink their teeth into us and suck us dry of all of our energy. I, for one, will be attending." Geoff smiles at Gwen, who immediately smiles back.

"Then I am too." Trent stands up, earning the same delightful look from his girlfriend.

LeShawna shrugs, rising up. "What's the worst that could happen?"

"I'll join in," Harold parrots.

"Oh me too!" Lindsay exclaims. Everyone, including Heather and Eva eventually, stand up and RSVP with a raise of their hands and acceptance in their voices. Geoff leaps up.

"Yeeeahya! Woah-" Though he falls down on the dusty floor between the seat and the back of the seat in front of him due to the bus hitting a pothole, Geoff can't be happier. Bridgette turns to Courtney and offers her hand. Courtney looks down at it.

"Bridge?"

"Promise me none of what happened today will ever happen again." Bridgette demands.

Courtney attacks with a hug, her arms clinging desperately into the surfer's body. "I promise! Oh, gosh, Bridgette, I'm so sorry."

"Easy.. I knew you were." She pats her back calmly, nuzzling against her neck. Courtney pulls back after a bit and the commotion begins quieting down. Courtney sits back down and turns to a melancholic Duncan listening to music on his headphones. His girlfriend taps his shoulder with a poignant finger. He takes his headset off and turns to her.

"What?"

"I've been avoiding it since it happened. What happened back there? That wasn't right of me. I'm so sorry for leaving you behind, Duncan. And for being so.. Hot and cold." She puts a hand behind her ear, folding her hair back. Duncan raises a brow.

"Emphasis on the cold. Leaving me for dead to satisfy your pockets? Not even I'd do that." Duncan replies, looking down at her.

Courtney looks down in shame. "No, you're right. It was awful. I shouldn't have done it. So please, please forgive me. I… I wanna be with you. I wanna take a chance on this, even if my parents hate you."

He looks down at their hands intertwined, eyes widening before narrowing with a smirk coming onto his face. "..Well, how can I not forgive such a charming response as that?" He kisses her forehead. She leans into his lips affectionately. "I'm not feeling great. I'm gonna catch a few Z's. Wake me up when we get to my spot." He leans back, closing his eyes.

"Okay. Actually.. Mind if I join you?" She asks, looking up at him from below his neck. He opens one eye to look at her.

"What, at my house or sleeping?"

"Both." She answers.

Duncan runs a hand down her back, surprised and embarrassed, his eyes watching her relax in his arms in wonder at what he has. "Uh, s-sure. I'm sure my parents won't mind. I mean, who cares if they do, right?" He tries to smirk triumphantly, but it ends up looking more nervous.

"Right. Goodnight, Duncan." Courtney murmurs.

"Night, babe." He doesn't sleep until a half hour later. She sleeps like a baby.

Five Hours Later

DJ groggily looks out the window, his phone completely dead in his lap and his friends all gone. He's the only person left on the bus, sitting near the center with barely open eyes. It's nearly three AM, and with one more big stretch and yawn, he can feel his consciousness fading.

Krrrr…

The bus stops and the doors open. The driver, who's chest puffs out, pats DJ's head until he stirs awake. "We made it to your stop, Mr. Joseph."

DJ yawns, scratching his back as he stands up and grabs his bags. "Thank you, sir. Here," He rustles through his pocket and pulls out a ten dollar bill. The driver puts his arms up.

"Ah, just being able to drive you celebs around is all the tip I need."

"Please, take it. Who knows when you might need it." DJ states, his big, dotted eyes exhausted and yet completely genuine. The driver shrugs and takes the cash.

"Well, thanks." He steps out of DJ's way, allowing for him to pass.

"No sweat on my end. You have yourself a good night." He exits the bus, the doors closing and the engine roaring behind him as he drags himself to the door. In his backpack, Bunny pokes his head out of the partially opened zipper and yawns. "I know, buddy. We're almost inside. Just hold on a little longer." He grabs his keys from his pocket, jams it into the keyhole and enters the house as quietly as he can, slowly closing the door behind him and locking it before taking his shoes off by the door and sneakily tip-toeing his way into his room. He puts his stuff down, then heads to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Bunny makes himself comfortable at the foot of DJ's bed, falling fast asleep in no time flat. DJ returns, now wearing pajamas, and smiles at his pet's snoring. He slips under the covers, muttering "Goodnight, Bunny…" Before falling dead asleep.

…

DJ's eyes flutter open, the sun shining in through his windows and the large, warm presence of his Mom by his side notifying him that he is indeed home. His room is decorated with animal science books, posters of action movie stars, a computer with a hefty PC in the corner and some old football gear in the closet. He smiles and stretches his arms out as he meets his Momma's gaze.

"Good morning, my sweet little Devon Joseph." She muses, poking his nose. He laughs, wrapping his arms around her in a big hug. She of course reciprocates.

"Momma! I missed you so much. You have no idea." DJ squeaks, his voice still sleepy.

"I have some idea, boy. I missed you too." Momma chuckles. "It's too bad you gotta go back to that show… I'ma miss you even more."

"Heh, yeah.. But this time I'll win. For us." He states, earning a pull on his cheek. A sweet, buttery smell wafts into DJ's nose as he sniffs the air.

"Is that.. Chocolate chip pancakes?"

Momma nods, smiling. "Your favorite."

"Aw man, you cooked? I can't wait!" He pulls the covers off excitedly.

Momma puts a hand on his chest. "Wait, son.. You should know that while you were away, on that island show.. I met someone. He's the one making your breakfast."

"You did? Mom, that's great! Who is he?" DJ beams.

"Oh, he's the perfect man! He cooks, he's a total sweetheart, his muscles are incredible, he's around my age, he doesn't mind that I have a son.. And he's so romantic. I feel like a teen girl again around him, DJ." She gushes.

"Wow.. he sounds amazing! Lemme go say hello." DJ jumps out of bed, puts his bunny rabbit slippers on and struts into the hallway with his Momma right behind him. She quickly runs past him toward the kitchen, where a tall, wide, black skinned man in a purple shirt, tie and apron has his back turned to the two. Momma hugs his back and nuzzles against him.

"Jerome, DJ's awake. Say good morning!" She squeals.

DJ feels a chill run down his spine as none other than Chef Hatchet turns around and grins from ear to ear, his eyes piercing DJ's, a stack of well drizzled, buttery, fluffy pancakes on a plate in his hand. "Good morning, DJ!"

DJ's eyes glaze over. He passes out on the spot.

A beam of sunlight penetrates the window and glows through the glass, lighting up the blonde hair of a sleepy beaches and cream couple. Bridgette groans herself awake, her arms wrapped around Geoff's neck while her cheek lays in a puddle on his chiseled, bare chest. Her arms squeeze tighter, getting a light chuckle out of him. Bridgette's eyes scan upward, noticing that his eyes are wide open and have been for a bit of time.

"Morning, baby~" Geoff cooes, holding her tighter.

"Mm, morning, honey." Bridgette murmurs back.

"I love wakin' up next to you. Feels even better to do it at home." He says.

"You know what else feels better to do at home?" She whispers, nibbling on his ear, her lips slowly trailing down his neck until she chomps on his bare neck, suckling the sensitive flesh.

Geoff giggles. "Baaabee.." His words trail off as their conversation devolves into butterfly kisses across one another's faces, morning breath be damned. Bridgette gets on top of Geoff, parting her panties whilst trying to dig up ol' reliable from his morning nap. But as she digs into his pants, the door opens and she freezes. Both of them go wide eyed, staring at the short, partially gray haired, shapely middle aged woman smirking at the door.

"Heyyyy, kiddos! You hungry? I'm making oatmeal."

"Mom! M-make sure to knock next time!" The surfer blushes, shuffling her panties onto her private area again, collapsing next to Geoff. Her mom rolls her eyes.

"Oh please, there's nothing there I haven't seen before. Oh, Geoff, nice manscaping job! Very well packaged. My daughter certainly knows how to pick 'em." She winks.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." Geoff mutters. Bridgette's mom laughs, and the surfer dude forces an awkward grin.

"I'll see you two downstairs." She closes the door and leaves downstairs. Bridgette facepalms as Geoff stretches and leaves the bed, grabbing his pink shirt and hat from the closet.

"I… am so sorry about her." She states.

"Nah, it's cool. She seems like a really chill chick. Er, lady." Geoff grins. Bridgette smiles at him, unraveling out of bed as well to get dressed. Afterwards, they both head downstairs and take a seat next to each other at the table.

"Dad's at work?" Bridgette asks, a bowl of oatmeal being sat down for both of them, then a third for her mom, who sits across from them.

"Yup. Said he'll be back later for lunch, and try to stick around as long as he can after that before you have to.. You know, go."

"Who's the lil guy?" Geoff questions, leaning over at the staring, big headed, nearly bald baby sitting in a high-chair. Bridgette gasps.

"Todd! Oh my gosh, I didn't even know he was here." She stands up and smiles, kneeling down to her cousin's height in his high-chair. "Hellloooo, cutie!" The baby grabs Bridgette's finger, but immediately goes back to staring at Geoff.

Her mom's smile quickly fades, her eyes looking at the floor as she scratches the back of her head. "I… Didn't want to wake you last night, especially because it was your first day back, but.."

"Is Auntie Amy here too?" Bridgette questions excitedly.

Mrs. Fairlie sighs. "Bridge, last night your aunt was drunk driving and nearly crashed into a van filled with five teenagers and their wacky dog."

Bridgette gasps, a hand over her mouth. "She's.. Drinking again?"

Mrs. Fairlie nods. "She's being held by the police, and this time I'm not bailing her out. She would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for those meddling kids."

Bridgette releases her grip from her cousin and desperately looks at her mom for an answer. "What? Why?"

Mrs. Fairlie furrows her brows. "Because she does this to herself every other month, and then I have to come to the rescue and spend my money breaking her out. I love your auntie, but she needs this lesson. Imagine if she had Todd in the car with her!" She gestures toward the baby.

"Aww, he's just a lil guy. Look at him!" Geoff tickles his chin with a singular finger. Todd lets out one loud series of giggles. "Coochie coochie coo, little dude! Awww, man, Bridge, you said your cousin was a cutie, but not THIS cute!"

"It took me three hours to get him to stop crying last night." Mrs. Fairlie reveals, smiling at Geoff. She stares at Bridgette, who is simply fascinated. She mouths, "You picked a keeper, sweetie." Bridgette's heart warms up as she sits back down and leans into Geoff's arm. Desperate to change the subject, her mom thinks on the fly. "So, uh.. Season 2. What's your strategy?"

Bridgette shrugs. "We didn't have one last season, and we both made merge. Geoff even cracked the final six."

"I saw! Being a good guy gets you a long way, even among enemies." Mrs. Fairlie replies.

"Enemies? Nah, I love those guys. Duncan and I are cool again, DJ's gotta be one of my best friends at this point, Owen's a serious party guy, Courtney's cool and Gwen is like, super misunderstood but totally rad. I can't wait for the party later."

"Party?" Mrs. Fairlie questions. Bridgette looks guilty.

"Oh, right.. Mom, is it alright if tomorrow, Geoff and I head to his place to see his dad? We're gonna have a super lowkey party, no drinking or anything, nothing crazy, just-"

Her mother's hand falls over hers. "Honey, it's me you're talking to. Not your father. Go ahead. Drink responsibly."

Bridgette smiles. "Thanks. Maybe don't tell daddy we're partying."

"I may or may not depending on how good he treats me." The mother winks. Bridgette laughs.

"Oh, speaking of dad's, I think I'm gonna call mine." Geoff says, swallowing some oatmeal as he stands up and pulls his phone out.

"Okay. Not too long, there's still a lot of oatmeal here."

"Noted! Thanks, Mrs. Fairlie." Geoff exclaims.

"Thank you, too, Geoff." She says sincerely, watching him leave upstairs. Geoff enters Bridgette's bedroom and closes the door, sitting down on her bed before ringing his dad. After two robotic hums, a click is heard.

"Geoff! Buddy, oh my gosh, season 2!" A mature, birchy voice clamors from the other line.

"Season 2, dad! Woohoo!" Geoff cheers, a smile from ear to ear on his face at the warmth of his dads voice.

"Hahaha, I've been watching every episode." He chuckles.

"You have?! Oh man, I have so much to tell you, dad, we're coming over tomorrow, me and Bridgette are hangin' out at her folks place, but tomorrow, I was thinking we could throw a killer party at our house!" Geoff exclaims.

"Ah, Geoff, of course you can, you know that." Mr. Harrington replies, tiredness in his voice. His tone is that of someone about to deliver some bad news.

"Hahaha, classic dad, only knowing one pronoun. You mean we, right?" Geoff forces a smile.

"Uh… Gosh, sport, I uh don't know how to say this.. I'm still in Italy right now."

"Italy? Oh." Geoff's face falls.

"Yeah… We've been on the cusp of something good for a while here, a deal to get some very expensive cars sold to these guys. You know how meatballs are, haha." Harrington frowns, despite his forced laughter.

"Yeah, I uh, I guess." Geoff says, scratching the back of his neck.

"Hey, don't be sad, buddy. I'll be back home for sure when you come home from season 2."

Geoff sighs. "But that's like eight weeks. I wanna see you now."

"I know."

There's a bitter silence. No words exchanged.

"So.. uh.. You're cool with me throwing a party with you gone?"

"Of course I am."

"Thanks, Pa." Geoff lies down on the bed, legs hanging off the end.

"Anything for you, Geoff." His dad whispers.

"I love you."

"Love you too, sport."

"Bye.."

"See you soon."

Bee-boop!

Geoff exhales. "Not soon enough."

A shiny metal fork stabs at a steaming pile of lobster in a large, crimson, fireplace warmed room. Sitting at a giant table, Noah, wearing his usual vest and cargo shorts, chews on a mouthful of lobster. He moans softly. "Send my regards to Louie, Consuela." Noah tells the maid by his side, wiping his mouth with a napkin before offering her a five.

"Si, Master Noah." The woman nods, taking the bill from his hand. Noah grabs a handful of steak fries, dips them in a tub of tartar sauce and munches down on them.

"Enjoying yourself?" His mom asks.

"For once, yes." He replies with a mouthful of fries.

"Good. At the very least, you won't be missing school like the rest of those ruffians." Her posh, deep voice speaks.

Noah furrows his brows. "I have a question."

"Then I probably have an answer."

He balls his hand into a fist. "..Did you watch the show regularly?"

She takes a sip of wine, midway through the glass shaking her head. "I watched the first two that aired back-to-back. Afterwards, I couldn't. Those episodes are over half an hour long and air while I'm at work doing much more important things."

"So you didn't see who I made friends with? Or who I made enemies with? Or even how I lost?" Noah asks.

"I kept track on Twitter - the eliminations. Don't be so dramatic. You know my line of work calls for my full attention." She wordlessly picks up her phone and begins texting, probably not for leisure. Noah glares at her.

"May I be excused?"

"Certainly." She doesn't look up to answer. Noah stands up and walks away towards his room on the second floor of the luxurious mansion he resides in. After closing and locking his door, he sits down at his desk and opens his computer, a high end gaming PC with RGB keys. After opening Discourse, he finds Cinderhella is active, currently playing World of Warcraft. He clicks on the phone icon and waits as the loud, chippy tone rings in his face, the profile picture of her avatar from the game staring back at him. After a few rings, she answers.

"Heyy, welcome back from exile." Her scratchy voice greets.

"Hey yourself. You seem happier than I thought you'd be." Noah greets back dryly.

"Uh, of course! I'm happy, dude, check me out. I'm way higher level than you on WoW, Diablo and irl. I got a partner before you." Cindy taunts playfully.

"The least surprising 'shocker' in history. You're a chick." He replies.

"You say that like it's easy."

"I do. And it's not. But uh.. Cindy, have you really not seen the TDI finale?" He uneasily asks.

"Nah, I was at a piano recital for my little sister."

"And nobody told you what happened?"

"Uh no. Noah, you're like my only friend." Cindy states. Noah goes silent.

"Oh."

"Look, lemme be serious for a second.. I wanna say thanks for hooking me and Cody up."

"Oh."

"He's such a dorky, but he's also the first guy I've ever been with.. Ever. And also a great one."

"Oh.." His eyes narrow, his hand scratching the back of his neck.

"I know how much you hate serious convos, so I'll wrap it up there. Just, thanks, ya know it all." She smiles behind the screen. Noah's lips quiver as his heart races.

"U-uh-huh.."

"So, what did I miss in the special? We can watch it now if you want."

"Um… N-nothing! It was really a big waste of time. Uh, Cody's doing another season during the school year, so there's that, ahaha.. Nothing else, really!" He chuckles awkwardly.

"Oh, cool, wanna farm boars in East Colter?" Cindy asks nonchalantly. Noah forces a smile.

"Sure, why not?"

Duncan doesn't snore. Nor does he really breathe loudly. Not normally, anyways. And normally, his plain twin bed only features a pillow and some blankets, and on the rare occasion a second human is occupying it, it's only for about ten minutes, give or take. But now his arms wrap around the skinny stomach of a mocha skinned, freckle-faced, lawyer-in-the-making who can't help but watch him breathe up and down with the utmost love in her eyes. However, her stomach betrays her wants with needs, rumbling for something to eat.

She carefully removes his arms from her torso, smiling at his resting form, his head flattered against his pillow. As she tiptoes away, she neglects to look in front of her and accidentally bumps into his closet. Her eyes adjust to the sight of a see-through box with a huge, hairy, black and green spider hissing at her. She catches herself before she can scream, clasping a hand over her mouth, a chill running down her spine. She looks over the box and finds on the cover of the container in black ink the name Scruffy.

Exiting his room in her shorts and bra, she peels out her earplugs and stuffs them into her pockets, heading for the bathroom. After softly knocking on the door and waiting around a few seconds for a call back, she heads in and does her business, as well as brushing her teeth and brushing her hair. On her way out, she hears the sound of soft footsteps traveling up the stairs. Curious, she watches as Duncan's mom, Susan, appears, holding a basket of laundry in her hand. She gasps when she sees Courtney and provides a warm smile.

"Good morning, Courtney. Is Duncan still sleeping?" Susan asks.

"He is. Good morning to you too, Mrs. Nelson." Courtney cordially replies, hands behind her back.

"Please, you're family now. Call me Susan." She warmly objects.

"Heh, okay." Courtney's arms fall by her sides. Susan adjusts herself to keep the basket in her hands.

"You hungry? I made waffles."

Courtney licks her lips. "Mm, yes please."

"Perfect. I'll make some coffee too - how do you like yours?"

"Black, please. Don't worry, I'll start on it." She starts down the stairs, nodding at the woman.

"Oh, alright, if you insist." Susan responds, walking towards another bedroom.

Downstairs, Courtney puts on her own coffee after cleaning the machine. She searches the cabinets for a good mug, however, between all of the really nice mugs and the ones obviously purchased for the man of the house (with such colorful text on the cups like 'best cop in town' and 'world's best husband') she isn't sure which she should claim. She pushes past the front row and finds a collection of more.. Risqué mugs. One made to look like a woman's rear, another with a pair of devil horns on the sides, another with a dog on the front.. "That one looks okay." Courtney mutters to herself, taking it in hand, putting everything back the way it was and finally pouring her coffee into it. Susan comes down just as Courtney gives herself a small serving of waffles and strawberries. She sits down, nodding politely at her.

"My, my, quite punctual aren't we? Looks like you double cleaned this sucker." Susan remarks, love tapping her coffee machine. Courtney smiles.

"That's me. Punctuality might as well be my middle name."

"Hah, I could tell from the show." Susan prepares her own plate and cup as she speaks.

"Is Mr. Nelson at work?" Courtney asks after a sip of coffee.

"Ding ding. Out saving the town from vagrants and whatnot. I'm sure you've heard stories from that one up there." Susan plates herself next to Courtney.

"Many. It sounds like they feud a lot."

"Oh yeah, big time. My Duncan's a fusser, that's for sure." Susan states.

"I know how you feel. But he's soft when you- well, I mean, I'm not saying I know him better than you guys, of course not. What I mean is, I think Duncan is lacking a certain… eugh, this is hard to explain." Courtney struggles.

"A woman in his life who wants what's best for him that isn't his mother? Yeah. You'd be right." Susan assists.

"Thanks." Courtney says.

"You're trying. Really hard. And I appreciate that." Susan goes in for a bite of waffle. Courtney fiddles with her fork.

"Has, um.. Has Duncan had girlfriends come over before me?"

Susan raises a brow as she swallows. "He hasn't told you?"

"He did mention a few exes he parted with on bad terms, but none of them were serious. I was just wondering if there were any he missed." Courtney explains.

"They weren't serious. His first relationship was when he was thirteen. He was convinced this girl a whole grade above him was his soulmate! I found out she was only dating him because he could get his older brother Michael's cigarettes and give them to her. After that, he's only had flings." Susan answers.

"Oh. Duncan doesn't smoke, right?" Courtney questions concernedly.

"You tell me, sister. Haha. No, just marijuana from what I can tell. Anyway, he doesn't do that in the house anymore." She waves her wedding ring around as she hides her face behind her coffee cup.

Courtney nods. "That's a relief. I wouldn't want him stinking of weed when he comes over to my parent's house."

Susan clears her throat, awkwardly tapping the side of her cup with her nails. "Your parents.. They don't like my son, right?"

"...To be honest, no, ma'am. They don't."

"Courtney."

"Yes?"

"Whatever you do from here on out is your choice. You're a very bright young woman and you clearly know your worth. But whatever you do, please, please, please don't hurt my boy. I saw the special, and I'm not going to say anything because I get it. But I just… he's soft beneath that exterior. He bruises easily, if you get my meaning."

Courtney swallows, leaning in. "I do. And trust me, Susan, I totally regret what went down yesterday. We talked it over, we're moving past it. I.. really, really like Duncan and I wanna make this last. He's my first boyfriend, and I'm scared, but at the same time, I'm excited. You have my word he'll come out of this relationship a better man."

"Thank you, sweetheart. You're welcome to come over whenever you like." Susan holds Courtney hand with both of hers, sincerely smiling at her.

"Morning, ladies." Duncan greets, bringing attention towards himself. He's only wearing his boxers as he stretches his toned arms over his head. He notices the mug Courtney has out and immediately dodges the design to look into his girlfriend's rolling eyes.

"In front of your mother? You have no shame." The CIT states.

"Oh, I've seen so much worse. You hungry?" Susan asks with a roll of her eyes, standing up to assist him with his breakfast.

"Starved. Make me a cup of coffee too. I'm gonna shower." He approaches Courtney, wrapping an arm around her shoulder whilst kissing her right temple. "See ya in a few, babe." Courtney softly hums, watching him go back upstairs.

"You're throwing my stuff away?!"

Heather looks outraged as she runs outside to see a moving truck in front of her lofty house. Her mom and dad both spin around and stand up straight with a startle, eyes widened, scanning between each other. Heather puts both of her hands on her hips.

Mr. Vandervelde sputters. "H-Heather! Good morning, haha.. W-we made bacon and eggs-"

"I don't care! I slept on an air mattress last night because you guys said the bed was being 'worked on'. Are you telling me it's all going to the dump?!" Heather gets up in their faces.

"Heather feather, we'd- no! It's not going to the dump." Her dad forces a smile, walking backwards away from her. His wife looks just as guilty, taking a few steps back.

"Then where is it going? That's all of my stuff, my clothes, my electronics, my spare phone!" Heather lists off of her hand, counting each object with a different finger. "Where is it going?!"

"Heather.. I didn't want this day to come, truly." Mrs. Vandervelde declares.

"What are you talking about?" Heather asks. Both of her parents join hands and sigh.

"We're kicking you out, honey." Mrs. Vandervelde says matter-of-factly. Heather's eyes go wide.

"What? W-where?"

"We're not gonna make you homeless, but after your harsh words to us in the show, and all the mean, awful things you've done to other parents' children, combined with the bad press we've been getting.." Mrs. Vandervelde starts.

"We've decided you're more than grown enough to live out on your own. You understand, right honey? This is what you wanted to do with the money in the first place." Her husband finishes.

"So because the neighbors are criticizing you and you're getting mean tweets thrown at you, and because I'm… 'mean' you're just gonna abandon me?" Heather questions.

"You're sixteen, Heather, and a smart girl at that." Her mom puts an arm on her daughter's shoulder, who is currently bitterly glaring at her as if she's going to take her head off.

"Besides, we got you an apartment! We'll even pay rent until you're off season two."

"I cannot believe this right now. Am I dreaming?" Heather shrugs off her mother's arm aggressively.

"Honey, we're need you to-"

"You're actually cutting your own daughter loose for the sake of your reputation. THIS is the hill you choose to die on?!" Heather shouts, pointing her finger into her mom's shoulder. The woman glares at her.

Mr. Vandervelde shrugs. "Yeah, kinda."

"We'll text you the address. But you can't stay here anymore, Heather." His wife replies.

"Fine." Heather sucks in air, taking a step forward, flashing a middle finger in their faces. Mr. Vandervelde recoils. "Go fuck yourselves, you lousy excuses for parents. I hope you both get fired for the awful, terrible, disgusting things I end up doing next season. People are gonna call me the next Miley Cyrus! The next Amanda Bines! The next.. Just, fuck you." She spits at them, both of them dodging it. Mrs. Vandervelde exchanges a worried look with her husband.

"Heather.." She reaches out for her daughter.

Heather storms off toward the very mini cooper her parents bought for her sixteenth birthday, tearing the door open before throwing herself inside, starting the car and driving as fast as she can away. She sniffles, tears coming to her eyes. Before long, she forces herself to park outside of her neighborhood and cry her eyes out over the steering wheel, her newest, brunette wig hiding the back of her head.

Trent strums his guitar, sitting criss-cross on Gwen's bed, his eyes looking down at the instrument as she watches from across from him, her chin propped up in her hand while her eyes narrow.

"I wrote this for you on our way back home yesterday." Trent says.

"Oh yeah? What's it called?" Gwen asks.

"Rebirth." He answers, a strong hum vibrating off his strings.

Gwen lays back against her pillow and headrest, smiling amusedly. Trent licks his lips and takes a deep breath in before hitting his strings.

"You found me in the dark.

You loved me in your heart.

And as the days crawl by and the nights go on,

I can't help but notice.. Your eyes."

Gwen's smile grows wider.

"A deep set of black… midnight blue hair.

Humanitarian, lay it all to bare.

Her name is Gwen.

And when she stares into my soul,

I feel like I've been rebor-en."

Gwen can't help but laugh at his stretch of a rhyme. He strums faster.

"If everything could ever be this good forever,

If everything could always be this good, Gwen.

The only thing I'd ever ask of you…

And you swear, you gotta promise me,

You'll be happy."

He exhales, wiping sweat from his forehead. Gwen wipes a tear from her eye, sniffling. He smiles. "Well?"

"Trent, I.." Gwen hesitates, trying to find the words.

"Awwww, that is soooo cute!" Mrs. Fahlenbock coos from behind the closed door, opening it without a knock. Gwen looks taken aback. Trent looks behind his shoulder and smiles.

"Heyy, Mrs. Fahlenbock. You liked that?"

"Oh my gosh, mom, you were listening in?" Gwen questions, her pale skin red from embarrassment.

"Once I heard that guitar, I knew I couldn't miss it! Sorry, honey, but Trent here is so talented!" Mrs. Fahlenbock sits next to Trent, leaning into him like the out of touch mom she is.

"Haha, thanks. I try." Trent chuckles.

Gwen folds her arms over her chest. "Okay, that's great and all, but we're kind of having a moment here."

"So sorry, honey! Just.. Trent, do you think you could play the song again?" Her mom pleads.

"Noooo, no he cannot." Gwen objects before Trent can speak.

"Oh, why not? If she likes the music, who am I to argue against her?" Trent asks.

"Trent, we only have two days together before Chris tries to pull us apart from the inside. We need to spend every moment doing something worthwhile." Gwen says.

"Oh, but my music is worthwhile to me, babe. You do know that, don't you?" Trent asks, his eyes getting big and sad. Gwen sighs.

"I… I know. Okay. Fine. Go ahead. I'll take this time to go to the bathroom." She stands up.

"Thanks, Gwen! You're so sweet to me." Her mom replies, clasping her hands together as her daughter exits.

"Whatever." She closes the door behind her.

"So… Mom's stealing your boyfriend away?" Her little brother, Andrew, questions, chomping on an apple in front of her. Gwen stomps toward him.

"Shut up."

"Nice to have you back too, sis." He grins. Gwen groans, throwing her arms up.

"She can be so overbearing. Not even toward me!"

"She knows to give you your space. That's probably why she gushes so hard on your friends and crap, 'cause she can't be as enthusiastic with you." Andrew explains.

"Not my problem. She should be putting all that excitement out on her son instead of her daughter's boyfriend during the little free time they have before they have to go back to Total Drama." Gwen rants.

"Tough break. Make sure she hears you next time." Andy walks away, smarmily biting the fruit in his hand. Gwen bangs her head against the wall.

"Ugh."

Automatic doors slide open as Eva Chantrey waltzes into her favorite gym, The Knuckle Duster. A duffel bag is slung over her shoulder. She takes out her card, ignoring the whispers of the receptionists at the front desk and inserts it into a card reader. They always did this - even before she was famous. Quite frankly, she was sick of being kicked out for threatening them and didn't want to be banned from the only gym left in town she likes.

She opens the door and heads for the lockers, placing her duffel inside a larger locker, whilst taking out a decently heavy water bottle and sweat rag. Two tough looking women enter, both in their early twenties. As Eva closes her locker and turns around, they clear their throats. "So, Eva, mind reminding us who's too beautiful to give up a million dollars for?" The blonde between the two questions. Eva freezes, her cheeks glowing pink.

"I.. I don't know what you're talking about, Janice." Eva replies, grinding her hand into a fist.

"I think you do.. You're just ashamed to admit it. But we all saw the episode." Janice smacks her lips together.

"We thought you were stronger." The taller of the two, Brandeen, remarks.

"Are you joking? I could beat the tar out of you two, any time, any place, anywhere." Eva states, cracking her knuckles.

"Not here though. 'Else you could get banned." Brandeen replies, chewing on some pink bubblegum. Eva growls.

"Just leave me alone. The show is over. I'm here to gain, not talk."

"And we're here to ask what the hell happened to you. You went from a powerful female figure to a drooling little teenage girl in seconds." Janice approaches, her head tilted to the side.

"Poser." Her lughead friend adds.

"There's a reason nobody likes you, Eva. Not just because you're 'scary' but also because you're a flake." She whines at the end of her sentence.

"And there's a reason everybody bows down to the likes of you, Janice. Your mom owns this place. You can get them whatever they want. Deals on memberships, free snacks, flexible hours. It's a shame too, your mom's a sweet lady. Too bad she's a widow." Eva taunts, smirking.

Janice twitches. "Psht, whatever. At least she isn't a dyke."

Eva gasps. Then slowly furrows her unibrow in anger. "What did you call me?"

"Y-you heard me. You're questioning your sexuality according to that Jeopardy episode." Janice replies, her voice shaking slightly.

"I think it was called Geoffardy." Brandeen corrects.

"Yeah, yeah, you're questioning if you like cookies, right Eva?" Janice asks, her confidence brought back up.

Eva takes a step toward her, her finger under her chin. "Say that again. See what happens."

Janice scoffs, waving her hand dismissively. "Easy tiger. We're not here to rile you up. Clearly pretty boy Justin does that just eno-"

Eva throws herself into Janice and delivers a vicious overhead punch to her cranium, knocking her out immediately. Eva turns to Brandeen with fire in her eyes. "YOU! You want some too?! Huh? You wanna make more assumptions, you big, hairy bozo?!"

"Uh- uh.. Janice's Mom! Call 911! Eva knocked your daughter out!" Brandeen yells, running out of the locker room.

The next thing Eva knows, she's bent over a cruiser with her hands behind her back and some pink faced cop reading off her rights. She struggles in her binds, Janice and her mom talking to a black officer nearby. Janice is crying, her cry a nasally, loud, bratty one, while her mom explains everything, despite never being there in the first place. Eva grits her teeth and growls to herself before a cop approaches her.

"Eyyyahh.. I know it's a little bit of uh poor timin' here, but um.. Would you say hi to my daughter? She loves Total Drama." The skinny officer pulls his phone up with an awkward smile. Eva glares at him. He nods and backs away.

"R-right. Carry on." He walks off, leaving her with her thoughts. The biggest one on her mind?

"What the hell was I thinking?"

On the curb of an apartment complex in the middle of a sunny day sits three teenagers, LeShawna, Jazmine and Bruce. Jazmine sits in Bruce's lap, the teen one grade above both girls with curly black hair and piercings, while his arms drape around his girlfriend. LeShawna sips a can of soda with a satisfied groan.

"They make 'em so much better at home. This corner store - ah, nothing can beat this." LeShawna says.

"Not even that resort you were staying in?" Bruce questions.

"Nah, the snacks up in there were terrible. Chocodiles, Ritz crackers, only the most tame flavors of Lays? I'll pass." She tosses a few sour gummies into her mouth.

"I wouldn't. You're famous now, 'Shawna." Jazmine says, her voice quieter than usual.

"Oh, well it ain't it's all it's cracked up to be. Just a lot more DM's and attention than you're used to, you know?" LeShawna replies.

"That and everyone judging your every move." Bruce adds.

"Can't forget about that!" LeShawna says with a chuckle.

Jazmine leans toward LeShawna, propping herself up on her boyfriend's chest. "Oh yeah, when you did that episode with that Harold boy, we wanted to know-"

Bruce puts a hand over her mouth. " She wanted to know. I ain't got nothing to do with it."

She takes his hand off as LeShawna worriedly raises a brow. "What's up?"

"Was that all staged.. Like, did they make you be with him for like, shock values? Or did you really fuck with him like that?" Jazmine questions, her face hard to read.

A lightbulb glows over LeShawna's head. "It was all staged, believe it or not."

"For real?" Bruce questions.

LeShawna nods. "Mhm, damn producers said they'd give me a couple hundred to pretend to be with Harold."

Jazmine gasps, giggling behind her hand. "No way. Was he in on it?"

LeShawna waves her hand. "Ha, heck no. That fool had the hots for me. Anybody would."

"We was worried you were actually falling for a skinny little freaky white boy." Jasmine adds.

"Yo, Jaz, cut the shit." Bruce demands. LeShawna looks away momentarily, but recomposes herself as fast and as discreetly as she can.

"Whaaat, I'm just sayin' what we was sayin' when we saw the episode! Chill out, boo. It was all fake anyway." Jaz defends herself.

"Psht.." Bruce shakes his head.

"Ooh, LeShawna, speaking of boys.." Jazmine starts. LeShawna sighs, in relief mostly.

"Ooh, you got a lead for me?"

"Mhm, he watched the show though, so if that's a dealbreaker.."

"Y'all watched the show, I ain't got nothing to hide." LeShawna replies, folding her arms.

"Good! His name's Hunter, big guy, like.. Colossal." Jazmine widens her hands into a box shape to emphasize her point.

"Bro is six foot four and hates basketball. Can you believe that?" Bruce states.

"Me and sports don't agree often either. He asked for me?" LeShawna asks.

"He did. He thinks you're cute as fuck." Jaz says.

"Ooh, girl, show me a picture!"

Jazmine picks up her phone and shows LeShawna one of the most studly looking chiseled out Hispanic guys she's ever seen. His skin is dark like chocolate and smooth like peanut butter. His hair sprouts out elegantly, all lathered in gels and conditioners, while his jawline looks like it could shred cheese. She fans herself, biting her bottom lip. "Well shit, I only got two days of freedom. I'll bring him to that party Geoff's throwing. Y'all can come too."

"Ooh, sounds fun. Thanks, 'Shawna." Bruce responds.

"Anytime." LeShawna decrees.

"You want his number?" Jazmine asks.

"Whatchu mean do I want his number? Of course I do!" LeShawna answers. As she jots down the number Jazmine shows her on her phone, a thought comes to her mind. "Hey uh, Jaz, about that video message you and your dad sent me from when I was on the show.."

"Hm? Oh sorry about that, babes, I was tryin' to be cute." Jazmine says simply, answering fast.

"..But you do know only I saw that one right?" LeShawna questions.

"Not true. Those videos are all on the internet." Jazmine says after humming no.

"They are?" LeShawna asks.

"Yup, the TDI website. Check 'em out. There are some pretty funny ones out there." Jaz answers, tapping on her phone keyboard incessantly.

"Huh… Okay." She watches some boys ride their bikes down the road distantly, reflecting on what her friend just said before sending a quick 'heyy' to Hunter.

An old time-y black and white TV casts the picture of Behind The Music with Lil Nas X. Zeke jots down notes as he sits in his scrappy leather couch, wearing his chain and sunglasses even while indoors. The trailer is typically quiet, only the sounds of frying from the stove or coughing from his father filled the space around poor little Ezekiel. But today, the sound of exotic, hypnotic and bombastic music ruminates through the box on wheels. That's when a deafening click and screech emmet from the front door. Zeke's head spins to see his middle aged mother and graying father enter, his father leaning on a cane as he limps inside. Their eyes meet, growing big.

"Ezekiel?!" His mother shrieks, tears swelling in her eyes before she runs toward him.

"Hey, ma- woah! Easy, uhuh.." Ezekiel chuckles, engulfed in a body crunching hug. She hums lovingly as she peppers his beanie with kisses. His dad seems more shocked than anything.

"Ooooh, we missed you so, so much, Ezekiel! So much!" His mom continues, assaulting him with kisses that stain his cheeks with wetness.

"Gross! I-I mean, thanks, Moms." He awkwardly says, blushing as he lightly pushes his mom away.

"Where were you all this time?" She questions.

"What do you mean? I was on the show." Ezekiel answers.

"Well, we're just glad you're back." His father says, his voice weak and hoarse. "Them wokies voted ya out for speaking the truth I raised you on."

"Pops, come on, don't be so retro. They were my friends, eh. I was spitting wack stuff. It's cool." Zeke replies.

His mother gasps. "Paul, they got him!" His father furrows his brows.

"Wack stuff? Wack stuff?"

"Uh oh…" Ezekiel takes a step back, holding his hands up as his father falls into a coughing fit. His mother places a consoling hand on his back worriedly, speaking for him.

"Who said you could put this TV on? This isn't the news."

"We thought you went missin' or.. or got radicalized by a gang a' liberals… I guess we were right." Mr. Dunwoody bitterly mutters.

Ezekiel clasps his hands together. "But Dad! Mom! I-I socialized! I fell in love! I discovered the art of music! There's more to television than just education, ya know. Gotta learn other skills than books, eh."

"Turn it off." His father croaks.

"But-"

"Now."

Zeke lowers his head, sighing. He marches toward the TV and switches the TV off.

"I just came from the hospital to this? My son, a beast…" He inhales, coughing into his shirt. Zeke shrinks, tears swelling in his eyes.

"Go to your room. We're happy to have you back… but ya need some time to readjust to what's normal." His mom demands.

Ezekiel glares at her, his tears drying as he blinks. "This… this isn't normal, though."

Mrs. Dunwoody gasps sadly. "Go now. You're grounded. Just… go, Ezekiel." She orders, pointing at his tiny room down the hall. He hangs himself low as he trudges toward his room, his hands in his pockets to hide his phone bulging from his pants.

Inside of a McDonald's in the heart of Toronto, Owen watches from across a dining table as Izzy devours an entire burger right in front of his parents. His baby brother claps in his high-chair, giggling at the display. Izzy stuffs two fries into her chompers and wiggles her fingers at the baby, ketchup dripping from her mouth.

"Mwahahahaha! I want to suck your blood, infant child! Bahahaha!" Gavon kicks his little legs as he laughs hysterically. Izzy grins at him, enjoying his fit.

"Oh, she's adorable, Owen… you really know how to pick 'em!" Owen's mom muses, leaning on her son's arm.

"If a little kooky. Heh. But we're all a little crazy, eh, son?" His dad adds, nudging his son in the stomach. Owen isn't listening, just staring at his lover as she entertains his little brother.

"Huh…? Oh, yeah, cookies, sure… So, you guys approve of her then?"

Mrs. McCord clasps her hands together and exclaims, "Definitely. Oh wait, one more question! Izzy… What are your intentions with our Owen?"

Izzy ignores her, continuing to make the baby laugh. "Ya like that one? I can also do Bride of Frankenstein!" She grabs a tub of ranch and wrings it over her head, creating a lightning strike similar to the character. "I want to be with you Frankenstein! Ahahahahaha!"

"Mom, her name's Kaleidoscope now! You gotta respect the name change!" Owen whispers.

"Oh, you young'uns and your independence." His mom waves her hand with a playful smile.

"Hey go easy on 'em. Remember when we legally changed our names to Butter and Biscuit?" Owen's father teases.

"Oh, it was worth it for the adorable Halloween costume we wore that year!" She replies with a giggle. His dad laughs too, before addressing Izzy properly.

"So, uh, E-Scope.."

Izzy turns to them, spraying ketchup all over their faces and shirts. "Yeah?!"

"What are your plans with Owen?" Owen's mom asks. Izzy taps her chin for a few seconds before shrugging.

"E-Scope loves spontaneity! We could get married tomorrow, or have babies like this cutie in the next nine months! Isn't that wild?!"

Owen chuckles awkwardly as his parents look between each other in shock. "She's joking! Heheh, just a silly joke! We'd never have premarital sex, right Kaleidoscope?"

"Well, my great-great grandad didn't ever have sex and yet my grandmommy still got pregnant, so I have no IDEA! I could go my whole life as a virgin, just like her!" Izzy explains.

"That's not good either." Mr. McCord blurts out, only for his wife to step on his foot. "What? It's true! We don't want him to be a virgin for life."

"Owen, honey, does Izz- E-Scope make you happy?" Mrs. McCord asks.

"Of course she does! She's gorgeous, she's a complete wild animal, she's… she's…. Everything." He smiles, shoulders going slack as he stares at her with half-closed lids. E-Scope snarls at him like a tiger, raising her eyebrows suggestively before planting a foot in his sack. He groans in pain, his hands going over his crotch. Mrs. McCord lets out an 'awww' before jumping out of her seat.

"That is just adorable! Then we approve. Come now, let's go get some dessert."

"Can we get an icepack on the way…?" Owen asks, twitching. Izzy chuckles, doing a cartwheel out of her booth.

A bunch of nerds wearing wizard outfits, knights armor and samurai get-ups clamor around a roundtable, either playing, trading or talking cards. It's clear this is the basement of some shop, with posters of Star Wars and Star Trek all over the walls, video game music playing on someone's speaker, and the distinct odor of geek ruminating throughout the room. All of a sudden, a beam of sunlight erupts down the stairs as the door to the basement opens. All the nerds turn to the sudden light and gasp, kneeling or bowing down as Harold slowly walks down the stairs, wearing his own samurai get-up.

"It's the Samurai!"

"The chick whisperer!"

"White Dynamite!"

"Oh my gosh, Harold!"

The voices bark over each other, all in braces-laced lisps and nasally voices. Harold walks down the stairs, unsheathing a katana on his back before bestowing it upon one single brown haired, freckle faced, scrawny figured geek. "Woah…" The vice president of the Magic club mutters. Harold continues past him after sheathing his katana.

His godly strut casts obedience and respect between the two rows of nerds making a pathway toward the only couch in the room, which immediately becomes vacant as he grows closer. He sits down, his arms folded over his lap, eyes narrowed cockily. Everyone crowds around him.

"So how did it feel to lose your virginity?"

"Did it hurt?"

"Did it taste like candy?"

"Did you ever do it with Heather?"

The geeks question. Harold raises one long arm up, a finger outstretched to silence them. They listen, their lips zipped shut. "Ye foolish mortals know nothing of muff. My fair LeShawna made love to me the day she was eliminated from the show. And soon after, our relationship flourished. In other words, it felt awesome."

The whole room ooh's and ah's, nodding in unison. "There was also a great deal of pain when she dumped me. Alas, no love worth fighting for is without pain."

"You're gonna be on season two, right?" The scrawny dork by his side asks.

"Correct, Melvin the Wise. Which means you will continue to be the acting president of the Card Wars club. I trust you've been doing a good job?" Harold questions.

"Very good! I even got everyone pens for the upcoming school year." Melvin replies, showing off a cool looking purple pen, clicking it several times over. Harold smiles and nods.

"It is a shame I will not get to be here. Do tell my chemistry professor that I apologize I can't work in labs anymore. Oh, and to answer your question, Heather and I did no such canoodling.. But I am seeing her again at Geoff's party this weekend. So perchance…"

"Wooooaaahh!" The room once again erupts with noise. Harold basks in the glory of it all with a grin.

Sadie and Katie stand in front of a white and pink wall in a room that looks exactly like the one from their audition tape. They hug each other as they stare happily into the camera. "Guys, we're finally back home!" Sadie starts.

"Hiiiii! We saw all the fan videos, please keep using all of the juicy audio from the show, you guys! It's so cute!" Katie exclaims.

"So cute!" Sadie parrots. "Make sure to buy season 1 on.. Um.. where do people get physical copies of shows nowadays?"

Katie shakes her head dismissively. "Oh who cares! Stream it on Netflix now! Like, do it! If you haven't, you're not a real fan, like my dad."

"Oh my gosh, he was such a pill today." Sadie replies with a flick of her wrist.

Katie scoffs. "I know, right? He was all like, 'no daughter of mine sells her body on the internet' and I was like, you did not just say that!"

"So rude! Your dad can be a real misogynist." Sadie states.

"I know, right? Anyways, me and mom are working through it, since he met my mom at a strip club anyways! She wasn't stripping, she was watching, just fyi!" Katie explains.

Sadie releases her grip from Katie and clasps her hands together. "Cuuute! Everyone use this audio, okay? Okay, here goes:" She faces the camera as Katie watches. "Katie's Dad needs to remember where he came from. If he doesn't, well, what gives him the right to-"

Suddenly, their door opens with a heavy kick from a pudgy, pale, long haired Korean woman holding Sadie and Katie brand pink shirts. "Heyyyyyyy girls! Sexy ladies! Beautiful babes! Guess who made Total Drama Action T-shirts!"

Katie giggles awkwardly while Sadie freezes in the middle of her moment, blushing. "Oh, um.. Hi, mom. We're kinda doing a thing here..?"

"Ooh, a video? Can I be in it?" Sadie's mom asks excitedly, trying to walk into the room. Sadie immediately jumps toward the door and slams it closed, her lips pouting and eyes widened. Katie laughs it off, approaching the phone camera.

"Um… We gotta go. Love you, bye guys!" The recording ends abruptly, with many comments either welcoming the pair back, insulting Katie's dad or otherwise rage baiting. Nothing new online.

Beth sits in a blue, wooly chair in the perimeter of a waiting room. Where once sat braces in her mullers was now a perfect set of aligned, whitened chompers. The room she's in isn't exactly bustling, but one thing that is full is her stomach - with butterflies. One, the cutest, hunkiest looking model with a chiseled jaw, brunette hair and ripped abs is sitting across from her with his mom, cracking his knuckles. His mom slaps his arm and scolds him so quietly nobody can hear it, but he still loudly goes "Ow! Sorry, mom."

Two, the TV in the corner of the room is showing the teaser trailer for none other than season 2 of Total Drama Island. Beth gasps as her face pops up between Justin and Harold, her legs kicking the air as her eyes flicker between the hunk across from her and the TV. The boy puts his hands on his knees to appease his mother, now unoccupied. His eyes gaze around the room, but his nose is the most animated feature on his body, sniffing hyperactively. "Is someone making chicken?"

"Yes! My pheromones are!" Beth squeaks, catching both the son and his mother off guard. The mom awkwardly waves at him, while the son's eyes flutter to half-lidded.

"Woah… your pheromones are making me hungry." He mutters, only to receive a slap on the back of the neck. "Ow! Mom!"

"Don't Mom me, Brady! That's no way to treat a lady." His mom scolds.

"Brady… Hehe.." Beth leans forward, dreamily whispering his name.

"Ms. Liams? We need to discuss your son's insurance." The secretary at the front desk says, drawing all three's eyes toward her. Brady's mom stands up.

"Wait one minute." She orders, walking away. Beth practically teleports in front of him by the time he turns back to look at her. He chuckles.

"Man, you smell good." Brady compliments.

"Thank you! You look good." Beth compliments back, sitting on his lap.

"I've been told. I'm a model." He wraps an arm around her back.

"A supermodel?" She leans in.

"Nah, I don't wear tights." He replies ignorantly. Beth can't help but fan herself.

"Ah.. I think I'd like to take you out sometime."

"Aren't I supposed to say that?" He questions genuinely.

"Well?"

"Oh, uh.. I don't even know your name. Though, you do look really familiar."

"Have you seen Total Drama Island?"

"Maybe. Is that the show with the funny coconut guy?"

"Yes! I think." Beth answers, not too sure herself.

"Oh, are you the one who kissed that Cody guy? Beth?" Brady questions.

"Also yes. Hehe, I was really weird before I got my braces off. You're looking at a new woman." She brushes her hair to the side.

"Sounds awesome. Aren't you all going to Geoff's house party or something?" Brady asks.

Beth raises her eyebrows. "Huh? How did you know?"

"It was posted on the Twitter." Brady states.

"But… oh, the bus driver! Damn you, Chris!" Beth curses, stomping the floor.

"Shyeah… Anyway, wanna go out tomorrow? I'll take you to the party." Brady says, rubbing her back mindlessly.

Beth's face lights up. "Yes! Yes, definitely."

Brady's mom returns, gasping at the lewd sight of the two kissing. "Brady! What on earth is happening here?"

Brady pushes Beth off of his lap and onto the ground. "Oh shoot! Uh, pony rides?"

"Beth Gadon? Please come up." The secretary announces boredly.

"I gotta go! Call me!" Beth scribbles out her number on a piece of paper before tossing it into his general direction, running toward the front desk, speeding past his mom with a "It was really nice meeting you!" Brady's mom shakes her head as Brady grins.

"Can we go to KFC later?" Brady asks.

"No. That stuff is unhealthy. We're getting Panda Express instead." His mom grabs his hand and helps him stand up, heading out the door.

"But that's not fair!"

Justin throws his tank top and sandals to the side of the giant, gem covered room he occupies, stepping up a few stairs before dipping himself into a jacuzzi, bubbling with hot water and steam. He sighs, laying back against the border of the tub, the jets hitting the small of his back in a way that stimulates his muscles. He closes his eyes, throws his hands behind his head and relaxes…

Ding!

"Ugh. It's open!" Justin yells, opening his eyes. The sliding door opens and in comes Jesus, wearing a lab coat, eye-glasses and a very Jesus-like beard.

"Justin, baby! Welcome home, welcome home! Do you have time?"

Justin turns to him with furrowed brows. "Unfortunately, yes. What, I can't relax before showtime here? There's a party tomorrow, and then-"

"Yeah, yeah, buddy, I know. Here's the deal: That party is definitely gonna be recorded by McLean and his people. They already bugged the house, they got microphones and cameras in hidden places, it's gonna be a great special airing like, tomorrow live and-"

"Woah, woah, woah, what? D-does everyone know this? Why didn't I know this?" Justin cuts off, pushing the air.

"Nobody knows! Well, as far as I know. No clue about anyone other than numero uno. I look out for you, buddy." Jesus throws off his jacket as he talks.

"Thanks…" Justin cautiously replies.

Jesus takes off his clothes, minus his swim trunks, and jumps into the jacuzzi. "So, Justin, buddy, what's your strategy for season 2?"

"Who needs strategy when you have a body like this?" He gestures to his gorgeous abs. Jesus chuckles, but cuts himself short.

"No. You need a strategy. That million dollar prize could get you a second jacuzzi, it could get me a second penthouse suite, and we both know that the extra fame that comes from winning would go a very long way." Jesus explains.

"True that. What were you thinking would look best for the tabloids?" Justin asks.

"People ate that villain shtick up. You're even more popular with teenage boys than ever before." Jesus replies.

"Wow. Impressive. I always thought I was teenage boy repellent." Justin says, rubbing his chiseled chin.

"Oh, you are, Justin. That's what I love about you." Jesus throws an arm around Justin's shoulders, leaning in close. Justin looks uncomfortable, pushing him away.

"Alright then.. I'll manipulate more ladies, call more guys ugly, whatever you need me to do." The model lists.

"Just be yourself. You, at your core, are toxic enough. Besides, it's much easier to show your true self than to lie and keep that pretty mouth of yours shut." Jesus argues.

"True that. Well perfect then. Now get out of my hot tub." Justin orders, pointing at the door. Jesus hops out and starts dressing himself.

"I'll tell your mom we're in the money after I leave her room." Jesus says with a smirk, looking away from Justin.

The model goes on his face, lazily chuckling. "Hahaha, good one, man."

Jesus shakes his head. "Yeah, good one. Rest up, big dog. And don't do anything to hurt your rep at that party." With that, the dermatologist exits.

"Will do.. Ah…" Justin relaxes at last, sinking into the tub's water… his mind wandering to Total Drama Action.

Justin sighs. "Goddamnit, Jesus."

It's dusk over the town of Sunnybrook. Duncan and Courtney watch as a police car goes by the local Starbucks. Duncan takes out a spray can. Courtney gasps. "Duncan! This is not a legal hobby."

"What is legality anyway? Just another rule to break." Duncan sarcastically replies, shaking the can behind the Starbucks, a garbage dumpster right next to the pair. Courtney anxiously looks around.

"I can't have you breaking rules at my parents house like this."

"Good thing we're not at your parents house. Remember when you saw my own graffiti work back on the island?" Duncan asks.

"No. I saw your carvings." Courtney answers.

"Must have been someone else. Someone more willing to see something illegal being done." Duncan jests. It's enough to get Courtney going, though. She unfolds her arms and steps forward, grabbing his spray can.

"Just… Gimme that. You're coloring outside of the lines. And besides, your shapes are all horizontal when they should be leaning vertical." He steps back as she corrects the skull and crossbones he was spraying. He nods, watching her with pride.

"'Atta girl. Ain't that fun?" Courtney bites her bottom lip, stopping briefly to shake the can. Her hand movements get Duncan's eyes to stay and his shorts to pitch.

"Nobody can see us right?" Courtney questions.

Duncan slowly peaks around the corner. Nobody. "Oh shit, someone's coming!"

"Very funny." Courtney replies, rolling her eyes. Duncan wanders back as she finishes up, the skull looking quite rage-filled with the green fire in the background. "There. Done."

"Not bad, princess, not bad." He admires, hooking an arm around her hips as he presses into her ass.

"Please tell me that's just your knife in your pants." Courtney teases, looking back at him as much as she can.

"It might be. What do you think?" He whispers, moving her so her back presses against the wall. He pushes into her crotch, his arms placing both of her wrists above her head as he leans down to kiss her on the lips. Their lips open to wrap tongues around one another, Duncan's left foot raising as if he is the one being kissed. Courtney pushes him back gently, licking her lips. He gazes into her eyes lustfully, biting his bottom lip.

"Aha, as hot as this all is.. I think I'll pass on the garbage dump make-out session. Or worse, the garbage dump deflowering." Courtney states.

"Aw, what? But it's so romantic." Duncan teases.

"Of course a pig like you would think so." She snarls.

"And of course a princess like you would expect something higher class." He whispers.

"I have high standards."

"You clearly don't."

Courtney chuckles. "...Well, I do have standards. Like, condoms, for start. Your little guy down there isn't protected at all, is he?"

"Little?" Duncan releases her arms, confused.

Courtney rolls her eyes. "Oh please. Just answer the question."

Duncan looks avoidant, scratching the back of his neck. "...I have never used a condom in my life."

Courtney looks shocked, completely out of the mood. "Duncan! Ugh, how many girls have you been with?"

Duncan can't help but laugh. "Pfft, relax, babe. I've had blood work done. I'm clean. Well, as clean as a juvenile delinquent can be."

Courtney looks down. "I guess it can't be helped.. But look, you're gonna be away from me for a while on TDA. You better not get any ideas, like you did with Heather." She sternly warns.

"I promise you that I will never do what I did with Heather again. That was… stupid. Same with the fangirls. I only have eyes for you. You and my mom's baked macaroni and cheese." He takes her hand in his, the chalky sensation of his palms both uncomfortable and exhilaratingly dirty. Courtney squeezes. "Shall we? It's about dinner time."

"We shall." Courtney and Duncan exit the back of the Starbucks and walk home. Duncan opens the door with his key, leaving his shoes by the door to follow Courtney's example. Sitting at the dinner table in the kitchen just after the foyer and living room are Susan Nelson, William Nelson and Michael Nelson.

"Welcome back! Duncan, honey, guess who's here?"

"Is it my parole officer?" Duncan asks from the front door. Courtney enters the kitchen with a smile, recognizing the new face from an old picture Duncan showed her back at the Playa. Susan sighs at her son's apathy.

"Very funny. Courtney, I want you to meet Michael, Duncan's older brother."

Duncan's ears perk up and his face flushes pale. Courtney offers her hand, which Michael takes and plants a kiss onto her knuckles. "Pleasure to meet your acquaintance. And sorry about my brother."

"Nice to meet you, too." She replies, shaking his hand firmly before recalling hers.

"We also apologize for Duncan." William adds, taking a sip of wine. Susan kicks him under the table. "Ow!"

"Gee, thanks, Pa. How was wrangling poor people off of the public park benches today?"

"Dunno. About as fun as whatever kinda loitering you were doing."

"Okay! Everybody sit, the lasagna is ready!" Susan exclaims, chuckling nervously as she rises from her chair and heads toward the kitchen. "Mikey, a little help?"

"Sure, Ma." The elder Nelson brother stands, following his mom. Courtney takes a seat next to Duncan, across from William. He puts down his glass prematurely.

"Hey, did you take your shoes off at the door?"

"Yes, your highness." Duncan replies sarcastically.

William raises his brow in surprise. "Hm. Maybe you're a better influence on Duncan than we originally thought."

"That's high praise, sir. I assume your expectations were already through the roof." Courtney says.

"Eh. I'm the Commissioner in this town and he still hasn't learned to stop cheating on tests. Or his ex girlfriends for that matter." William bitterly responds.

This catches Courtney off guard, her eyes swinging at Duncan like wrecking balls. "Wait, you've cheated on girls before?"

Duncan folds his arms. "In middle school, maybe? It barely counted. She was clingy. I wanted out, she wouldn't let me. Can we talk about something else?"

"You never told me that." Courtney mutters, looking down. Duncan looks sorry, reaching out for her.

"I didn't think it mattered anymore. My bad."

"Obviously it matters." Courtney whispers, looking into his eyes angrily. He sighs long windedly.

"Again, sorry about him." William dryly says.

"Alright, here we are then!" Susan cheers, providing a plate for everyone with the help of her son. Duncan looks up at Michael, who is expecting a thank you by the way he's lingering after plating his little brother.

"Thanks." He reluctantly delivers, if only for Courtney's sake. Michael nods.

"Much better. Courtney, how did you do it?" Michael asks.

"Do what?" Courtney replies.

"Tame him. My little brother. Once upon a time, he was the baddest kid I knew." Michael continues, sitting down at the end of the table.

Duncan glares at him. "That's still the case, brown badge."

"Hey, don't talk to your brother like that at the table." William barks. "Ugh.. I had a helluva day."

"Oh? How was your day, honey?" Susan questions, desperate to change the subject.

"Awful. There was a robbery at a corner store - guy was in there for four hours keeping the poor little worker guy hostage. Had to tase him." William complains.

"The reason so many criminals are resorting to such petty crime is because the economy is in the toilet. Keeping a steady job is great and all, but only if it's a career that'll net you the required amount of money to live. If the greater Canadian government knew that, maybe things wouldn't be so hard to do around here." Courtney explains, silencing the entire table. Everyone is speechless. Duncan lays back in his seat with some sauce on the corner of his mouth.

"That's my girl." He cockily states.

"Oh, Duncan, we're so proud of you." Susan says with her hands over her heart.

William snorts. "Yeah, with Courtney as your partner, who knows? Maybe you'll give up the hairspray for a badge and gun."

"Doubtful." Duncan replies.

"Okay, then what do you wanna be when you grow up? Surely you and Courtney have discussed your futures." William questions, raising his brow suspiciously.

Courtney squeezes Duncan's leg and gives him a look before he can open his mouth, then begins answering. "At length. I'm going to Yale in America to study criminal law. I've always wanted to live in New York."

Duncan nods, continuing. "And I'd love to join her there. They've got the coolest urban city in the world, everything's all dingy and kinda gross, and there's no curfew. Plus, if I end up becoming a mechanic, I'll be in the money."

"You wanna be a mechanic?" William asks, dropping his fork with his eyes nearly bulging out of his head. Susan winces, with Michael gritting his teeth.

"Aww, you two have so much planned out already.. Haha, h-how's the lasagna, Michael?"

The favorite son scoops serving after serving down his throat. "Great, mom."

William leans over the table, palms pounding down. "Of all the career paths, you're choosing to be a filthy, oily, low-down mechanic? You can barely even fix dinner, let alone an engine!"

"Here we go…" Susan mumbles, pinching the bridge of her nose. As Duncan leans forward, Courtney intercepts, putting a hand on his chest.

"That's not fair. Duncan made the final four in Total Drama. He's a great artist. He's more creative than he'd like you to know. He's a hard worker.. When he cares about what he's working for. And to be honest, whenever he starts talking about the intricacies of taking apart motor vehicles, his eyes light up like a kid on Christmas morning. It's adorable. He might not be traditionally successful, but with the right education and some elbow grease.. Who knows?"

Duncan buries his head in the table and sighs. "...Thank you, Courtney."

Susan sniffles, wiping her eyes with a napkin. William stays quiet, picking at his food before scooping some up for consumption. Michael nods. "Damn… You uh, you make a good point. A few good points."

"That is the sweetest thing I've ever heard." Susan squeaks. William places a hand on Susan's leg, shaking his head in embarrassment.

"J-just let it out, honey.. Please, for all of our sake."

Duncan looks at Courtney, who smiles softly at him, putting her hand over his. He smiles back, eating some lasagna. "This is pretty good lasagna, eh?"

The table erupts in praise over Susan's cooking, and the rest of the evening goes smoothly.

Inside of a fancy restaurant with a killer Italian theme and some gorgeous crimson red decor, akin to the bar scene from the Shining, sits five people, four of which from the same family: The Anne-Mills and Tyler. Tyler wears a fancy black suit with a red bowtie on his chest, sitting next to his girlfriend Lindsay, who wears a glittery red dress with blue heels. Tyler mows down a fat steak burger as Lindsay's sister, mother and father watch him in amusement.

Tyler belches. "Oops. Excuse me." He blushes.

"Uh, you're excused, buddy." Mr. Mills replies, holding back a laugh as he picks at his asparagus.

"Soooo, darling, when's this party happening?" Lindsay's mom asks, leaning over the table toward her daughter. Lindsay squeezes her chest and smiles.

"Tomorrow! Oh, mom, I'm so excited! Everyone from the show was so nice, and I feel like we're gonna have a really fun time! Unlike all of Samantha Stanky's parties. She has no idea how to decor!" Lindsay squeaks.

"Oh, honey, it's too good." Mr. Mills chuckles, holding his mouth closed with a napkin. His younger daughter stomps on his shoe. "Yowch! Tina!"

The aforementioned Tina folds her hands over the table and grins at her sister. "Well, I hope you take lots of pictures. The tabloids might just do so instead if they get a hold of this."

"Psht, like that's gonna happen." Tyler waves his hand. "Nobody knows about this thing aside from the cast of the show. There's no way a bunch of people would be able to find the exact address, time and situation without even watching us talk about it."

…

Tina shrugs. "Hm. Well, I guess you're right."

"Eeeeeh, my first party with Tyler! It's gonna be sooooo delicious!" Lindsay exclaims, hugging her boyfriend tight. He blushes, catching Lindsay's dad chuckling and her mom snapping a picture.

"Oh man.. I hope none of the guys from school see this…"

"So what if they do?" Tina questions.

"No reason. They just like to talk."

"Well now they all know you have the sexiest girlfriend on TV!" Lindsay chirps, kissing his cheek repeatedly.

"We're just happy you finally found a man you can trust, sweetie. All those meatheads and players.. Eugh! They made me sick."

"Even if he is a bit of a klutz." Mr. Mills teases.

"A klutz? I'm an athlete, sir!" Tyler defensively states.

"Don't sweat it, champ. You're my daughter's boyfriend now. You can't mess this up." Despite Mr. Mill's friendly smile, his eyes and tone are murderous. A nervous Tyler slowly shakes his head.

"I hear you."

"Awesome. Who wants dessert?" The patriarch questions, holding his hand up for the waiter as Tyler makes eye contact with a smirking Tina, on the same page as her dad.

A twin sized bed rocks and creaks against a white wall, an Evangelion poster hanging above the bed frame. It's midnight according to the bright moon in the starry sky. A rough voice moans as she bounces on top of Cody Anderson's lap, her voice hitching as she reaches climax, both of their voices cutting out with a long, drawn out, tongue-heavy kiss.

"Mwah…~" They disconnect. Kim raises her hips and takes herself off of Cody's member before laying down next to him, cocooning herself in his pillows, squeezing her arms around his noodly one. Cody lays on his pillow with a sigh.

"So… was it as good for you as it was for me?" Cody flirts.

"Well, I had to get on top of you just to make it work, since you kept hitting a wall…" Kim teases.

"I told you it was my first time!" He playfully slaps her broad shoulder. She chuckles back.

"Don't worry, dork, same here." She kisses his cheek. "You going to that party tomorrow?"

"Yup. You wanna come with me?" Cody asks.

"I would have if you didn't spend half an hour buried in my thighs before we started fucking. You know, you might be an amateur, but you have some amazing skills below the sheets. Where did you learn all that?" She nuzzles under his chin. He grins cockily.

"I eat a lot of candy. Especially lollipops. You get really good at licking and sucking, hehe."

"Psht, you're cute."

"Ah… thanks, babe. You're hot."

She hums. "And to answer your question, yes, I do wanna go to that party with you."

"Suh-weet!" Cody cheers, pumping his fist.

"Like candy." Kim says.

"Damn straight. Well.. you wanna fall asleep watching Futurama?" Cody asks with a toothy smile.

"Sure.." Cody flicks on the TV over her body, finding Hulu. As he does, his phone vibrates on the table next to him. Neither of the two in the bed check that the notification is from Cindy.