Deterioration ↠ Total Drama World Tour

19- Lei-ing It All Out

Logan's POV

"I can't believe we have to share a hotel room," I grumbled, slamming the door wide open.

The room was small and cramped, with outdated decor and a musty smell that lingered in the air. Stupid, cheap Chris McLean.

"At least there are two beds," Duncan responded, trailing in behind me with his backpack slung over his shoulder. I tossed mine to the ground and took sight of the two beds in the room.

After getting kicked off the plane in the Serengeti, the producers and crew had managed to locate us, bringing us to Hawaii where the finale was going to be held. When we arrived at the hotel we were supposed to stay at until the season was over, Chris (being a cheapskate) had "miscalculated" rooms, leaving me to share one with Duncan.

I sighed, my frustration mounting. "I spent two days in the Serengeti with you alone, plus that never-ending twenty-hour flight to get here. I need my own space," I said curtly, gazing at the pleasant green view of Hawaii. "Especially in this beautiful destination."

The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the room. I rubbed my forearms, trying to ease the tension that had built up. I heard a sigh escape Duncan's lips, so I glanced at his reflection through the window, seeing him staring at me, despondent.

"Lo, why are you so mad at me, still?" Duncan asked cautiously, his eyes flickering with concern.

I remained silent, wrestling with my conflicting emotions. How could I explain the whirlwind of thoughts and feelings that Duncan had left me in? I refused to acknowledge him, my gaze fixed on the serene beauty outside the window.

"There's no more cameras," Duncan continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "You don't have to pretend anymore."

His words hung in the air, the weight of them sinking into my bones. I clenched my fists, feeling a mix of discomfort and longing. Duncan had always been able to unravel me, to make me question everything I thought I knew.

Slowly, I tore my gaze away from the window and met his eyes in the reflection once more. His expression was earnest, and I searched for some sign of recognition, some glimmer of the man I had once known.

With an audible groan, I swiftly removed myself from the window and slumped onto one of the beds, my exasperation evident as I covered my face with my hands. The weight of my frustration hung heavy in the air, mingling with the tension that had been building between Duncan and I.

"I'm not angry," I finally managed to say, my words hesitant and slightly muffled by my hands. "But I am feeling a bit... annoyed?"

Duncan scoffed, his voice laced with offense. I could picture his eyebrows furrowing in disbelief as he struggled to comprehend my words. "Annoyed? How? I've been nothing but nice to you these past few days! I really thought we were finally starting to figure out our situation."

As I let out a deep sigh, I lowered my hands from my face, allowing my gaze to meet Duncan's.

"I just don't know how to feel about you, okay?" I managed to choke out, my voice trembling. My heart pounded in my chest, threatening to drown out any coherent thought.

Duncan's features softened, his eyes filled with a somber understanding. He took a seat on the other bed, facing me, and the tension in the room seemed to intensify.

"The Serengeti reminded me of the old you," I confessed, my voice tinged with sadness. "But there's just so much that happened between when we first met and now."

My words hung in the air, heavy with unsaid emotions. I missed him, missed the Duncan who had been my confidant and protector. There was something special about him that was only visible to me, even when others saw him as harsh and unapproachable.