Total Drama Action: Syler's Story

Chapter Four: Beach Movie Madness

I wake up to the sound of Heather complaining about her bald head.

"Go get it waxed and shut it Queen Bee." I snap as I get up and I do my make up.

I pick out an All Time Low tank and jean shorts with Black Vans.

"For a famous person, your fashion sense is still a mistake." Heather says while sticking her nose in the air.

I braid my hair into a loose fishtail braid and I scowled at her.

"Go eat a cheeseburger twig."

I walk out of the trailer with my sunglasses on and I walk into the craft services tent.

"Morning Sy!" Trent calls and waves to me, counting to 9 as he does so.

"Sy?" I question.

"Yeah, short for Syler." He awkwardly laughs.

"Just... don't even try." I say as I put my hand up as I walk over to my teams table and I sit next to Duncan.

"Morning Stupid." He says smirking.

"Morning Jackass." I reply why crossing my arms.

Trent tried to pour salt on his eggs but the lid pops off and all the salt spills onto them.

"HAHAHAHAHA sorry for the morning asSALT." Duncan howls in laughter.

"That is EGGstreamly terrible!" I call out myself as I hold my gut laughing.

Next thing I know it I feel a cold hand slap me across the face.

"Third grade called, you two are due back in class." Gwen rolls her eyes.

"I know you did not just touch me." I growl as I stand up and Duncan pulls me back down.

Trent throws salt and pepper over his shoulder and both items his Heather in the face.

"Man this is too good." I say as I check my face in a hand held mirror.

"What are you going to do about it?" Duncan asks while putting my hand down.

"Pasty is going to get it." I say between my teeth as I slam the handheld mirror shut.

Chris walks in holding a surfboard and talking in California talk.

"Have y'all ever seen the beach movies where the teens hang out at the beach and the bully kicks sand in the nerds face!" Chris begins while holding up a hang loose sign."

"No grandpa we havent." Duncan says while smiling at me.

I couldn't help but smiling myself.

"Well get your swimsuits on, we're going back to the beach!"

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//The beach? Maybe now I can even out this wicked tan that I have on my legs. turns out my legs haven't had much sun since back on the island, they are at least 8 shades darker than my shoulders.//

We are all shivering as we gather in a group for our challenge.

"When did the beach get moved to Alaska?" Lindsey asks as she tries to squirt out some of her tanning lotion.

"Why is the AC cranked dude." Duncan says while shivering.

"Yeah, T-t-t-Troye doesn't think h-h-hypothermia is a good look for m-me." I stutter as I cross my arms, attempting to keep warm.

"We are still at the set people, and my crew told me that sweaty is not a good look for me." Chris says as he walks in with a fur coat on.

I hate this guy so much.