princess ➺ total drama island !

not-so-happy-campers; part two !

SITTING ON THE GROUND, Y/N continues trying to dry off Finn's hair. Unlike everyone else's, his remained wet.

"Total bullshit," He grumbles, glaring at anyone who dares to look at him in this state. Anyone but Y/N. Continuing his angry rant, he sniffles and rubs his septum, "I look like a wet rat-dog."

Y/N tilts her head, "Rat-dog?"

"Those stupid, crusty ones. Like the one Meemaw has."

Y/N snorts when he says 'meemaw', earning a glare from the tall boy. Finn didn't care if anyone heard him curse, which people did, because Y/N wanted to sit right in front.

After about fifteen minutes, Chris finally shows up. Standing in front of the unlit campfire pit, he clears his throat and glances at the cameras to make sure they're filming.

"This," Chris gestures around him, "is Camp Wawanakwa. Your home for the next eight weeks."

Everybody just stares, bored out of their minds.

"The campers sitting around you will be your cabin mates, your competition, and maybe even your friends. You dig?" The host says, Finn making a face at the idea. Y/N, on the other hand, seemed ecstatic.

As Chris continues yapping away, a boy with a green mohawk steps in front. Finn whispers into Y/N's ear, "He smells like ass." That gets a harsh smack in the knee from the girl.

Duncan clears his throat, hand on his hip all sassy, "Excuse me. What will the sleeping arrangements be? Because I'd like to request a bunk under her." He smirks, pointing to Heather, who stares in disgust.

"Or maybe her. She's cute too." Smirking, he points right at Y/N, causing her to shy away. Finn glares, holding onto her hand protectively.

Heather speaks up before the punk can h̶a̶r̶a̶s̶s̶ flirt with anyone else, "They're not coed, are they?"

"No," Chris shakes his head, "girls get one side of each cabin and dudes get the other."

Lindsay raises her hand. "Excuse me, Kyle? Can I have the cabin with the lake view since I'm the prettiest?" She asks, smiling at him.

Chris raises a brow, offended she didn't get his name right. "Okay, one, you're second prettiest. And that's not really how it works here." He says, making the blonde frown. "Also, it's Chris."

As Katie and Sadie inform Chris that they have to be together 24/7, Finn sighs. This was so boring, it was making him tired. At least his hair was dry now. Leaning against Y/N's shoulder, he starts messing with the rings on his fingers.

"Here's the deal," Chris gets everyone's attention again, pulling a paper out of thin air, "We're gonna split you into two teams. If I call your name out, go stand over there." He points somewhere. Y/N really wasn't paying attention.

"Gwen, Trent, Heather, Cody, Lindsay, Beth, Katie, Owen, Leshawna, Justin, Noah, and... Finn."

"Wait, Finn—" Y/N furrows her eyebrows, not wanting her best friend to leave. He just frowns and stands over with the others.

"From this moment on you are officially known as.." Chris tosses a green flag at them.

"THE SCREAMING GOPHERS!"

As Owen celebrates, Katie seems to have the same feelings as Y/N. Nobody wants to be split up from their best friend, especially on an island where nobody knows nobody.

"The rest of you over, over here." Chris motions to the opposite side.

"Geoff, Bridgette, DJ, Tyler, Sadie, Izzy. Courtney, Ezekiel, Duncan, Eva, Y/N and Harold!" Announcing the other team, Chris starts rushing them, "Move, move, move, move!"