Total Drama Action

Super Hero-Id

I headed into the dinning area to get more crackers from Chef since the girls were running out since Lindsay and I went to our cheese trip. We only were able to stay at the cheese factory for a few hours, but we got to take back as much as we wanted.

It was actually really nice. Lindsay and I scored a bunch of cheeses. It would a fun way to spend my birthday. Lindsay and I had a great time, her humoring me with her clueless self as we sampled many varieties. Lindsay was pretty fun to be around one-on-one.

Which was sad to say because she didn't have many friends back home. She said she was quite popular, but no one really stuck around for her unlike Beth does. They had a good friendship going on. It was nice that she considered me a pretty good friend, which I didn't completely understand.

We haven't been at each other's best interest, but not entirely opposed each other either. Rather, I considered her a fair competitor. She fought for what she believed in. Whether that was friendship, shopping, or herself, I was proud and glad to be her friend. She's honestly kind of fun to be around. I liked her, or whether, hanging out with her really.

The boys were heard talking amongst themselves as they were leaving the tent of the dinning hall. I minded my own business, not bothering them or wanting to be bothered as I couldn't help but listen in on their conversation as I walked past them without being noticed.

Duncan snickered, stifling a laugh before turning to bother Harold. "Hey, Harold. What's that in your pocket?"

Harold craned his neck, sticking his hand toward his pants. "Huh? Probably my—" He was kicked in the pants by Duncan, staining his jeans. "Aw, burrito? Sick! Quit picking on me!"

"I wasn't picking on you, I was picking you up something for later." remarked Duncan. "A healthy diet is critical for a growing wimp. You making eyes at me, muchacho?"

"Aw, come on!" Harold groaned and complained after Duncan kicked him in the pants where his burrito splattered even more.

"Cut it out, you guys." said Justin trying to break the tension. "We need to start sticking together."

"I'll stick with myself." I mumble to myself rounding about to the tent door as they were walking further away.

"Ha! Kinda like Harold's butt cheeks." Duncan laughed. "You know, with the beans and the sticking?"

"Dude, there are five girls and only three of us." said Justin as my hand touched the sheet if the tent. "We're outnumbered. With Courtney back, it won't be long until they figure it out."

"If they haven't already. The girls are pretty sharp." Harold noted while licking the burrito sauce off his fingers. I walked inside the kitchen without them noticing.

Going inside, there was Chef cooking something on the stovetop. His face lifted with a bright grin as he turned to me, waving his hand with a large knife in his grasp, not at all looking creepy.

"There's my girl!" Chef grinned. "You never got your gift from earlier. Avoiding me or something?"

"What? Non, I would never." I say nervously. "The girls just wanted some crackers for the cheese we brought back. There's a lot of brie and Camembert. Want some?"

"Nah, cheese makes me gassy." Chef waved off before pointing at the cupboard at the farthest end near the stove. "Go get your gift and crackers and get on then! Also your parents said happy birthday as well."

"Merci, Chef." I thanked him quickly before throwing myself around the old man in a squeeze. "Dis-leur que je le aime."

"Of course I will! Now get on so I can finish working on breakfast for the morning." Chef waved me off while I took the box of crackers and little present back out of the kitchen where the boys were still talking amongst themselves while they were heading to the washrooms.