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

Chef's Training Regimen

Quick note:
So, I mention a certain book very early on in this chapter. I've never read it, but I was kind of thinking about it. If anyone's read it before, can you tell me if it's any good?

Also, I mention a song later on. It's a real song (I didn't actually write it), and I plan to do a cover of it and have "Kimi" sing it later on in this fic. Sooooo, I'll get to that. Sorry, I don't have anything for you guys to listen to yet...

Yeah, that's it. Thanks. 😂
- E.A.

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

"Come on already!" Courtney whined, mouth full of marshmallow.

"Don't rush me!" Chris snapped. "The audience eats up this kind of dramatic conclusion."

Courtney, finally, sighed in defeat.

"Harold."

The team remained quiet. Then, in a fit of emotion, Sadie stood up with her fists at her sides.

"You know what?" I could see tears start to pool in her eyes. "That's fine with me you-- you-- marshmallow eating freaks!"

Before I could even try to comfort the girl, she had bolted past Chris and me towards the dock, sobbing.

"The rest of you are safe," Chris shouted above the girl's wailing. "for now."

=====NOW=====

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Geoff and I were sitting on the steps of the Bass cabin while Duncan vandalized the wall behind us. Geoff was just enjoying the breeze with his hands propped behind his head and his eyes roving over the campground lazily. Duncan was working on his fifth skull of the morning, still not bored of it, and had it placed between the windows. I had pulled out a book that my friend from back home, Wyatt, recommended to me. It was The Ground Beneath Her Feet by Salman Rushdie, and I was just making it to chapter two.

I flipped the page, only looking up when I heard a nearby door open. Turning around, I smiled and waved at Harold. My smile fell, however, when I saw how angry he was.

"Okay," He said, slamming the cabin door behind him. "Who's made s'mores out of my underwear?"

As the teen lifted a very sticky, brief-filled s'more, the two boys I'd been with burst into laughter. I didn't hesitate to snap my book shut. Standing up, I slapped both Geoff and Duncan against the head with the paper-back. The jerks winced, each rubbing an ear. Under my glare, they went back to what they were doing before in silence.

Harold sighed, sparing me a small smile as he started pulling the underwear out of the s'more. "Thanks, Kim."

He lifted a pair, looking at how the melted chocolate was completely soaked through. His face fell into a resigned sort of scowl. "Ugh!" In a fit of frustration, he threw the underwear over his shoulder.

"Eww!"

I grimaced as I realized whose voice that was. All four of us looked to where Harold threw his underwear to see Courtney staring at them in disgust. Apparently, the underwear had landed right in her path, and she was lucky to not get hit.

She glared up at the red-head, crossing her arms. "Harold, you are so totally gross!"

Bringing her fists back to her sides, she took a large step over Harold's chocolate-flavored undies and continued on to wherever she was headed.