MOVED TO AO3 || Someday Soon (Duncan x Oc) || Total Drama Island

Just Around the River-bend

=====LAST TIME=====

And with that said, Tyler trudged away. He dragged his feet the entire way to the dock of shame and onto the boat of losers. It was the saddest I'd ever seen the guy...

But, of course, my cousin had to ruin it in saying, "Looks like a new "pecking order" has been established here."

Then, before I could slap him in retaliation, Duncan said, "It's not like he could cry foul."

"Time for Tyler to "fly the coop."" Geoff made a flapping motion with his hands.

"He won't be "flying high" tonight." Bridgette smiled at her joke.

I couldn't slap all of them... Instead, I just sighed and handed Chris my plate. I waved a general goodnight to everyone and made my way to my little shack.

=====NOW=====

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The next morning, as the campers were converging at the beach, I made sure to have a little talk with my cousin about the dog. I'm not really gonna share that conversation, but it did really just boil down to the producers having the blame. I forgave him, but I think we both knew that it would take me a while to forget.

Either way, we were both smiling by the time we stood in front of the campers.

"Bass, Gophers," Chris began his little introduction of the day's challenge. "Today's challenge is a true summer-camp experience, a canoe trip."

Turning around, the two of us gestured to the beach where Chef and I had lined up seven canoes - four green for the Gophers and three red for the Bass. This only lasted a moment before Chris continued his intro, pointing to the map he had standing on an old, wooden easel.

"You'll be paddling your canoes across the lake to Bony Island."

As he said "Bony Island," my cousin had used a "spooky" voice and wriggled his fingers, giving the campers a very serious face.

And I just laughed.

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Honestly, the only things that are haunted about that island are the fog machine I hid near the shore, the territorial animals that Chris really over-sold, and the completely fake stories that Chris has been telling me about it since I was ten.

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As he said "Bony Island," my cousin had used a "spooky" voice and wriggled his fingers, giving the campers a very serious face.

And I just laughed, earning myself a nice shove on the shoulder. I stumbled to the side a bit, but the shove wasn't enough for me to fall. I glanced at Chris, swallowing my laughter when I saw the childish pout on his face. I just humored him, clearing my throat and writing a message for the campers.

"Oh, yeah. Totally spooky place. Watch out for ghosty-bois." I held up my notebook with one hand, using the other to wriggle my fingers in the same way Chris did. All the while, I was whistling the X-Files theme, earning a few chuckles from the campers.