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I WAKE UP, WARM AND COZY,

the sound of Chris' alarm clock blaring in my ears, I cover my head with the pillow I had placed between us last night.

"Good morning, Gorgeous..." He mumbles to me, sitting up on the edge of the bed. I mumble back at him in distress, throwing the pillow off of my head.

Chris turns and looks at my face intently.

"Seems like you slept well." He utters a chuckle as he gets up and walks out of the room.

"Huh?" I question sitting up in my bed. I turn my head blinking, slowly looking down at my pillow - The pillow was drenched in drool. That's so grim, what the hell.

I stand up walking toward the mirror in his room and see red marks racing down the side of my face. Oh god, this is actually so embarrassing.

I sigh and follow Chris out of the bedroom, as I walk into the main area he looks at me and laughs again.

"You we're hella cosy for someone who didn't want to sleep in my bed." He exclaims way too loud for this time in the morning

"I mean— a bed is a bed." I shrug walking to the sink to get a glass of water. "Anyways what are we doing today? No one told me."

TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND

"What? No breakfast?" Trent asks the both of us hosts as he walks into the dining hall with the others.

"Oh, don't worry bro. There will be plenty of food later on." Chris and Chef start bickering silently to themselves, I couldn't help but join in a little bit.

"What are you three bozos so giggly about?" We all stop to look at her and start giggling once again, Chris places him arms around the back of my neck to steady himself a bit only making me giggle a little bit more.

Suddenly Chris attempts to say the line he's meant to say for the show but cant manage to get the words out.

"Morgan— Please!" He breathily says through his laughter, the way he said it was kinda... anyways.

"Congratulations to the remaining ten campers for reaching the halfway mark in the competition! You'll all be on the jury for the final episode." I end up saying producing a few giggles every now and then.

"We got the power! Yeah!" Geoff pumps his fist in the air.

"The two teams will become one next week." Chris gets over the laughter. "But first, all the girls will be moved to the Gopher cabin and all the guys will stay in the Bass cabin. This week's challenge is as old as history itself. A battle of the sexes."

Duncan catches Lindsay staring in the boys direction and winks at her causing her to stick her tounge out at him, blowing a raspberry.

"After everyone is settled in, we'll announce the challenge. And then, you'll have an uh... bite to eat." I joke causing Chris and Chef to giggle a little again.

"Ready for a little good news? This week, no one will be kicked off." Chris announces to the campers and everyone cheers. "It's all for reward and it's a good one. Okay, time to relocate. Let's move!" as they all get up and leave the dining hall Chris makes eye contact with me causing me to giggle a little again along with him and Chef.

•••

Chris tells me to go and help the girls sort out their stuff in the cabins and then go sort out the boys so that's exactly what I left to do. As I walk over to the cabin I hear shouting.

"Nobody's leaving until I find out who ate my pudding pockets!" Says a voice that seems to be Leshawnas.

"I ate them. So what?" That was obviously Heathers voice.

"Whoa! Pump the brakes a minute! You're "so what"ing me? That's my food. No one touches my food!" I walk over to the door where Bridgette is stood staring at the girls in the cabin.

"Whatever, deal with it. It serves you right for leaving your junk everywhere, especially that. That is bugging me." Heather points to Leshawna's Purple bra that is hanging from her bunk.

"Yeah, it'd bug me too if I didn't have anything in the front or in the back to shake." Leshawna's retorts.

"Yeah? Well, you've got so much junk in your trunk, your jeans should come with a trash compactor!" Heather gets up in Leshawna's face.

"Ooh! You want a piece of this?"

"Uh-oh." Bridgette says to me as i'm leaning over her shoulder to look into the room. Everyone stops and turns to the door.

"Bridgette, Morgan! It's so good to see you!" Heather saying sounding so fake it hurt. "Come in, come in! Welcome to our cabin. We're like a big family in here."

"Big and dysfunctional." Gwen adds. As someone who was previously on their team, I can certainly say that is true. And that Heather is a bitch. "Anything you need, just yell."

"Thanks for the awesome welcome, Heather." Heather hold Bridgette's arm in hers as they walk further into the cabin, me following soon after.

"Welcome to the club! It'll be so much fun! As long as you do everything Heather says." Lindsay clumsily says earning a kick in the shin from Heather.

"Yeah, we love joking around here at girls cabin." Heather laughs. "I made sure your bunk was next to mine–"

"Hey! That's my bed." Lindsay says offended earning a kick in the shin this time.

"So we can talk and share and really get to know each other." Heather carries on.

"Okay, yeah! Hey, thanks everybody, I can't wait to get to know all of–" Bridgette gets cut off by Heather.

"Okay! Plenty of time to chat later! Let's unpack." Heather drags her away and to her suit cases.

"This is great! I bet we're getting along way better than the guys."

•••

Walking over to the boys cabin I hear music and laughter coming from inside. As i make my way inside I see all of them clinking drinks, listening to records and over all having a good time.

"Rock that soda pop, my brother!" DJ encourages Duncan as he remixes the music.

"Hey, hey, hey!" I say to them all as they turn to me.

"Mo!" Duncan exclaims as he become me over to him. "Has Chris McLean gotten into your pants yet?"

I widen my eyes at his words "Woah! Didn't expect that one."

"Well— has he? He seemed a little touchy felt with you earlier." Duncan flips one ear of the headphones he was wearing off his ear.

"Of course not!" I fold my arms over my chest as he makes a shocked face and then drops it.

"I bet you want him to, a girl like you." He winks at me making me slowly blink back at him.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well— most girls I know like you are into dilfs right?" He awaits my answer

"Okay, first of all he doesn't have any kids. So he's not a dilf. Second of all, I guess - I don't know?" I state and blush a little at his words.

"Haha! I knew it, you do still like Chris." Duncan laughs.

"Want gave you that idea, did I not just say Chris wasn't a dilf."

"Yeah... But he looks like one doesn't he?" Duncan wiggles his eyebrows at me and I roll my eyes.

"Well yeah he's hot but he's kind of a dick though." I lean my weight on my left legs

"And you don't like that?"

"Bro, I don't know. Maybe I haven't decided yet." I stumble slightly on my words.

"He definitely wants a piece of your ass."

"Ew, shut the fuck up." I laugh at him hitting his arm as Owen lets out a burp. Geoff then let's out an even bigger burb that goes on for ages, he clears throat.

"Nice one. That guy deserves to be captain." Trent declares to the others as they start chanting for him to do a speech. The way boys minds work is unknown to me...

"I owe it all to my big bro back home. For showing me how to pull back and let 'er rip" Geoff burbs again but not as loud, Owen gasps. "Those chicks are going down!" All the boy begin to cheer again, I just giggle and leave the room.

•••

"It's time for today's challenge!" I do a little sing song as I say it earning a little pleasant hum from Chris who was stood beside me.

"Uh, where's breakfast at?" Leshawna's asks us, Chris and Chef begin to snicker again.

"Stop doing that!" Heather shouts at us.

"Let's just tell them..." I finish my slight laughter.

"Today's challenge is... The Brunch of Disgustingness! You'll be getting a nine-course meal. Each member of each team must finish each dish. You will not know if the next dish is grosser than the last, not as gross, or just as gross. Just that it'll likely be... gross." Chris announces.

"Tell them what they'll get if they win, Chris!" Chef says cheerfully.

"The winning team spends two days at a local five-star resort where they'll be pampered, eat gourmet nosh, and be given antibiotics against anything they may have caught while participating in this challenge!"

"The losing team will go hungry tonight and spend the next two days here. On Total Drama Island. With Chef." I say pulling a fake grin as I turn to Chef who is making the most disturbing face known to man.

"We are going to win this challenge!" Heather chants.

Chris and I seat both of the teams down at their separate tables to begin this challenge.

"Ahem. Take a whiff, boys!" says from her seat as she deeply inhales "Cause all I smell is victory for me and my girls!"

"I'll eat anything! Even my gitch if I have to. Will I have to?" Owen tells the entirety of the campers.

"Okay, Let's begin the challenge!" I announce cutting Owen off.

"First... Some Hors D'oeuvres." Chris says becoming Chef in as he places the first dish in front of the campers.

"Haha, all right! Meatballs! Bring it on!" Owen started devouring everything on the plate.

"Well, technically, you're right, Owen. But these are kinda special." I fact check for him.

"It's beef testicle bourguignon." Chef clears up for him.

"Testicles?" Owen says with his mouth full and suddenly throws up on Dj who was sat beside him.

"Ew," I say turning to Chris as he places as arm around my shoulder.

"Hey think yourself lucky you're not eating that." Chris points to the dish on the table. "I mean— unless you wanna eat some other testicles later." I roll my eyes at him but still laugh.

"You're actually disgusting." I chuckle leaning my head on his shoulder. This is actually quite nice.

"Oh, I don't know if I can do this to my bovine brother." Geoff speaks to the food. All the boys attempt to eat the dish to no avail.

"It's the hardest thing a man can do." Chris says watching one of DJ's tears fall onto the 'food'.

The girls... were really not doing as bad.

"Oh... Okay, gross me right out the door! But I could totally use a pedicure at that resort. My corns are growing corns." Lindsay says nomming on one of the testicles.

"What's the matter? Mm... You big boys can't eat a little meatball?" Heather teases the boys as they sigh.

"Come on! We can't let the girls win! Our manhood is at stake!" Geoff encourages the team.

Heather then discovers Bridgette hasn't touched her plate and has left it all.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you eating?" She slams her hands onto the table.

"I'm a vegetarian. It's against my principles." Bridgette retorts.

"Are you sabotaging the team just to spite me?"

"It's not that big a deal. Sometimes they castrate bulls for uh... m-medical reasons." Geoff says quietly to Bridgette from across the room. Duncan noticed and didn't look very pleased.

"I can't do it!" Trent gives up and covers his eyes.

"Well, looks like the guys lost this round. The first challenge goes to be female campers." Chris declares the round winners and the girls all cheer.

"Thanks for the talk, Geoff." Bridgette gets up walking past Geoff with her plate.

"Uh, what, you're helping them, dork? You just cost us this round!" Duncan complains to Geoff.

"Yo, it's my business who I talk to! Gimme a break, man!" Geoff sighs.

"You can't let them win!" Trent says truthfully.

"You blew it!" Duncan yells in his face.

"Come on! DJ chickened out!" Geoff shouts shifting the blame

"You kidding me?" Chris blows a whistle and hold his hand up.

"Are we here to argue, or are we here to eat a series of revolting meals?!" Chris questions the boys now holding the whistle in his hand.

"All right. Sorry, man." Duncan says to Geoff grabbing his hand and shaking it.

"Sorry 'bout that, dude."

Talk about a fast apology.

"The score now stands at one for the girls and zero for the guys! And now, the next course in... The Brunch of Disgustingness!" Chris reads his lines.

"You guys like pizza?" I ask them giggling, knowing what was coming next.

"I could eat pizza any time with anything on it!" Owen declares to the entire room again.

"Anything?" Me and Chris say in unison, holding back a giggle.

"How about live grasshopper pizza with tangy jellyfish sauce and live anchovies?" Chris tells them.

"Ew, I hate anchovies!" Lindsay says grossed out, although I think that's the least of her problems right now.

"Ugh. Mm-mm. That is straight up nasty. I ain't eatin' that." Leshawna's gags while touching the pizza.

"Oh, yes you are. I am not missing out on an indoor heated pool just because you can't keep down a few–" Heather looks at her hand which had a live grasshopper perched upon it, she starts screaming. "Grasshoppers. Okay, I can't do this."

"I'm digesting a bull's precious cajones! You're gonna eat!" Gwen says grabbing ahold of Heathers wrist and pulling her to sit back down.

"Fine. Can I get a little parmesan on this?" Heather says settling back down.

"Mm. Delicious. You're up next." Heather blatantly lies to the team.

"Go Bridgette! Go Bridgette! Right on, girl!" Leshawna cheers on Bridgette who takes a bite of her pizza.

"There is no way I'm eating that! It's not even food!" Lindsay says through her whimpers.

"Lindsay! Lindsay! Let's try a little yogic meditation, okay? First, get into lotus position." Bridgette attempts to help her as they both sit upon the table and Bridgette begins to feed her the pizza.

"Now that's what I'm talking about, teamwork! Slide me some fingers!" Leshawna and Bridgette celebrate with eachother.

"I've got a weak stomach. Uh, be right back." Trent quickly says as his stomach rumbles an he runs outside. When he comes back in he comes up with a plan.

"I can do this. DJ, I need you to hold me down, while Geoff, you stuff the slice in my mouth. And no matter how much I scream or beg, you have got to feed me that slice."

"Huh, sure. I'm in."

"No, stop! Wait, it was a joke! I was kidding! Ha ha!" He nervously laughs "I'm warning you, my dad's a lawyer!" Trent finally takes a bite an it was all over with.

The rest of the boys team end up calmly eating the leftovers of the pizza slice to finish the challenge.

"O-Okay, you know what? I can't be doin' this! Little grasshopper mindin' his own business! What'd I wanna go around and bite his little head off for?" Leshawna whines while holding the side of her head.

"The winners of this round... are the guys!" I announce to everyone sat in the dining hall and the guys team cheer in victory.

"All right, who's ready for the third course? Spaghetti!" Chris exclaims enthusiastically.

"Well, actually, it's just Earthworms covered in snail slime sauce and hairballs." I gag as i say the words.

"No! I can't take anymore!" Geoff starts screaming as he runs out of the hall.

"I'll take care of this." DJ calmly gets up and grabs him taking him back inside.

The boys decided to go the smart root by placing on blindfold and clipping pegs on their noses.

Lindsay who was still in her Lotus position takes a bite of the 'spaghetti' and gags finally opening her eyes and making a face of disgust.

"Done!" Geoff burps, him and Duncan both showing empty plates.

"And once again, the winners are the guys!" I say excitedly as the guys cheer at my words again.

"Come on, guys. Let's show them some girl power!" Bridgette suggests as if they hadn't had the entirety of the challenge to do so.

"Bridgette's right. Let's kick some boy butt!" Gwen adds to the conversation.

"Yeah. Just like I've been saying all along. We've gotta act like a team." Heather says.

"Whatever."

"All right everybody. Time for course number four. No nine-course meal would be complete without soup. Today's special is French Bunyon soup with hangnail crackers." Chris watches Chef place the bowls onto the table.

"Eugh— that's the worst so far." I whisper to Chris who was still ever so close to me, although I didn't mind it.

"Ya think?" He replies warning an aggressive nod from me.

Everyone around gags as Bridgette thinks of an idea and grabs a funnel, placing it in Lindsay's mouth. The chunky liquid drips down the spout and into Lindsay's mouth.

"I didn't even taste it." She tells Bridgette as she repeats it with all of her other teammates.

"The girls win again!" I announce to the campers and the girls all cheer.

"The score's now tied up at two." Chris says "Only five more courses left. Bon appetit!"

•••

Chef whipped up a few courses the last four rounds, some of them not even exactly edible. Now the campers are onto the last round at a tie.

"Wow, it's still tied up. We're down to the last course in the challenge. It's delicious dolphin wieners. Hot dogs made of dolphin." Chris exclaims.

"But dolphins are our friends!" Bridgette gasps.

"What are you waiting for? It's already dead. If you don't eat it, we don't win." Heather shouts shaking up the ketchup bottle in her hand.

"Ooh, I can't! I'm a surfer! I swim with dolphins!" She tears up at little staring at the normal looking hot dog that wasn't actually normal.

"Eat it!"

"No! I'm not doing it. You can't pressure me." Bridgette stand her own ground as she get back up.

"I'm with you sister. I'm not eating no dolphin." DJ defends her.

"Okay, enough." Chris gets annoyed and places his hand on the back of my upper thigh, squeezing a little bit causing me to look at him with wide eyes. "We'll solve this by having an eat-off."

Suddenly he grabs my hand, squeezing just as tight as he was a minute ago and takes me to the kitchen.

"So what do we make now, huh?" He asks me and Chef placing his hands on the counter leaning on it harshly. You could tell he was irritated but the creases in his eyebrows.

"Oh— I know, blended cockroach." Chef empties a bunch of cockroaches into the blender that I suppose he had from the other round and blitzes them staring at me and Chris smiling.

"Chef, you're a genius!"

•••

"The one who can drink the most shot glasses of fresh, delicious blended cockroach will be the winner. This unlikely satisfying blend of eight different cockroaches is vitamin rich for your balanced lifestyle. On your mark, get set, go!"

The two teams chose Leshawna and Owen to participate in the challenge.

Taking slow sips of five glasses Leshawna gives up and Owen completely gulps down the remaining 8 throwing both of his fists into the air.

"Owen wins!" Chris and I both exclaim in joy causing the entire