Total Drama Island: Syler's story

Chapter Twelve: Paintball Hunting

I'm fast a sleep, dreaming about the things that Duncan and I could be.

WHRRRRRRRRRR!

I wake up quickly and I fall out of the bed in fright.

I hear helicopter blades running from outside the cabin.

"THEY'VE FOUND US MAN! QUICK TAKE COVER!" Duncan shouts as he hides under Geoff's bed.

"Report to the camp fire in 3 minutes." Chris says over a PA system in the helicopter.

I get dressed and ready. Duncan and I walk out if the cabin together holding hands.

"Why are you hands always cold? It the middle of summer?" He asks me.

"Because I'm cold blooded." I respond in a serious tone.

He looks at me.

"Just kidding, I don't really know." I tell him.

We make it to the camp fire and Chris is standing there with that stupid smile he always has.

"Um Chris, where is breakfast," Owen questions.

"Right here." Chris states as he throws cans of beans at us.

"Today's challenge will test your survival, as long as your hunting skills. We are going hunting!" Chris says as he hold up a paintball gun. "I will assign the team once we get into the woods, now finish breky."

"That's what I'm talking about." Duncan says.

I'm not hungry, especially for these beans.

"What's the matter Princess, afraid of it." Duncan kidds me.

"I'm just not hungry." I respond to him.

"Whatever,"

"At least I'm not afraid of Celine Dion cardboard cut outs."

"Watch it."

I stand up and brush myself off. Duncan just stares at me.

"Staring much?" I ask him.

"I was just lost in you beautifulness." Duncan says with that quick witted charm he has.

He stands up an teases me by becoming centimeters from my face.

"Ever heard of a personal bubble?" I ask him sarcastically while putting my hand on his chest.

"Does camping in the woods remind you of something? Leaving camp to go and 'look' for some people." He replies with his smirk.

"That's different."

"And does sleeping in the rain remind you of a certain person you used as a pillow."

"Shut up!"

"You know I love you." Duncan says as he connects his lips to mine for about 3 seconds before we were interrupted.

"Um get a room." Heather obnoxiously says.

"Do I need to lay your ass out again?" I snap at her.

"Go throw yourself off a cliff."

We all walk to the woods where Chris wants us to meet up at.

"Welcome! So the gopher hunters are Beth, Lindsey, Leshawna, and Owen. And the Bass Hunters are Bridgette, Geoff, Harold and Syler."

Chris throws the Gophers red paintball guns with orange paint, and throw us green guns with blue paint.

"Wow, this is sweet" Geoff says.