Bree Anderson is an introverted girl who likes to keep to herself. One day, Bree's family decided to change that by signing her up for Total Drama Island. What will happen when she gets there? Will she make friends and find love? Read to find out.
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Duncan was about to say something until I motioned for him not to say anything."We've been friends for years, Duncan, and I have always easily forgiven you for doing stupid things. But this time, I won't forgive you so easily. So, If you want me to forgive you, you need to earn my forgiveness." I said firmly while feeling proud of myself. He sends me a look of understanding and sadly says, "Fair enough. And for what it's worth, I'm sorry being a complete asshole." That was the last thing that Duncan said before he left. After Mohawk left, I continued walking to Chris's trailer. When I arrived, I walked inside and plopped on the couch."Duncan apologized?" Chris said in a knowing tone.
Slightly turning my neck, I tiredly looked at him. "Yep," I said, popping the P. Chris went over to the couch, and I moved so he could sit down. I laid my head on his leg, and he gently ran his fingers through my hair. "How did it go?" Chris carefully asks me. I closed my eyes and said, "I didn't forgive him. I told Duncan that if he wanted me to forgive him, then he would need to earn my forgiveness." Slowly opening my eyes, I look up at Chris and notice him looking at me with concern and love flashing in his obsidian eyes."I'll respect your decision. But don't expect me to forgive him for hurting you." He whispered to me before leaning down and kissing me.
He stops running his fingers through my hair, and he nervously says, "I made something for you." I sat on the couch, and Chris handed me a note that said, "I dream of you, babe; nothing seems to matter save the true love you gave. I love you, Bree." I was surprised when I realized that Chris wrote a romantic Haiku for me. Putting the poem on the table, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. "I love it. Thank you." I said in between kisses. Chris smiled and said, "If this is the thanks I get for writing you a love poem, then I should write them for you more often." (The Love Haiku isn't mine. I found it on a picture online).
Unwrapping my arms around his neck, Chris whispers, "Close your eyes." I closed my eyes and felt cold metal being put around my neck, and I heard Chris excitedly say, "Okay, you can open your eyes now." I opened my eyes and saw a diamond, white gold moon, and star necklace. It was so gorgeous; I loved it.
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(Presents are nice, but if your boyfriend spends time with you and shows you how much you mean to them, it is just as good.)
"I hope you like it," Chris said, smiling at me, and I could hear a hint of nervousness in his voice. He was worried that I didn't like it. "I don't like it. I love it." I said happily to Chris, who looked sad until he heard what I said. A smile formed on his lips, and Chris only said, "I'm glad you like it." I lovingly peck his cheek and lips, and then I laid my head on his leg again. He rubs my shoulder and asks me, "Is there a type of food you are allergic to?" His question caught me off guard. It was so random.
Despite Chris's out-of-the-blue question, I still answer him."I don't have a food allergy, but if I eat anything that's not edible, I'll throw up for most of the day." I admitted, "Why do you want to know?" Affectionately kissing the top of my head, Chris murmured, "I was just curious." I had a strong feeling that the only reason why he asked me this question was because it had to do with another challenge. And I hoped that whatever new sick twisted challenge that my boyfriend came up with better not involve me eating shitty food; otherwise, he would be sleeping alone for two weeks.
