Chris' Daughter /Total Drama Fanfic/

Chapter 5: Beach Blanket Bogus

Last time on Total Drama Action... He was a boy. She was a girl. And last week on Total Drama Action, a shocking team redistribution pitted them against one another. Our heroine made a fundamental romantic comedy error. Picking Duncan first and leaving her boyfriend Trent feeling kinda ouchie. Who will our heroine end up? Duncan the bad boy, Trent the guitarist or even (Y/n) the intern? We can clearly see Gwen's getting butterflies whenever when she's near her. Meanwhile, two men made an illegal alliance. And Duncan's mad thespian skills trumped Izzy's... well, madness. It was all too much for Chef's tender heart, and Izzy -- uh, Kaleidoscope -- was clearly a bit too nutso. Even for this show. Will Duncan break up Gwen and Trent's barely-there relationship? Or will it be (Y/n) who breaks their relationship? Will the new locks keep Owen out of the craft truck? Will my nonfat vanilla soy latte ever get here? All the answers, uh... answered right now in another tear-jerking episode of... Total. Drama. Action!

We were getting our breakfast the next morning. Heather smiles at Lindsay and Beth, who are trying to find a place to sit, but they ignored her. I sighed as Heather frowned, and decided to sweetly smile at Heather before taking a seat next to her. "I'm not pitying you if that's what you're about to say." Is what I said when she turns to look at me. I didn't notice Trent tossing the spices over his shoulder, where it landed on Heather and I. Causing the both of us to be in sneezing fit, while Heather was running around, Trent walked over to me and tripped on the pepper bottle that fell on the floor. "Achoo-" I sneezed then groaned because I hit my head on the ground when he fell on me, "I'm sorry!" He apologized. He quickly got off me and picked me up.

"I'm really really sorry." He kept saying as I sneezed. "Achoo-" I sneezed again. "Aww not gonna lie you sneeze like a kitten." Trent told me. "Thank you-" I replied. "Are you alright?" Gwen asked, worried as she walked over to me. I stopped sneezing when I pinched my nose, finally. I smiled at the two, "Thanks and no worries." I told them and walked to Heather and pinched her nose, she stopped sneezing. "Ugh! Thank you, at least someone helped!" She shouts.

Chris blew a whistle as he entered the tent, "Hang on to your coconuts, players! We're going back to the beach!Let's go get a wave!" I smiled and cheered with Owen. "Ever seen one of those 1950's surfer movies where the kids get up to neato fun before the big bonfire Twist-a-thon? And the bully kicks the sand castle in the nerdy guy's face?" Chris questioned, and Heather sneezed again. "Uh, no, grandpa, we haven't." Duncan said, I chuckled. "Well, get ready to recreate one, junior. Two challenges followed by a tiebreaker, if necessary. So grab your swimsuits!" Chris said.

We went to the set, it wasn't summery at all, it was extremely cold. I shuddered as I held onto myself. "Hey! (Y/n)'s wearing a shirt!" Beth pointed out, "Actually bestie it's a crop top." Lindsay says. "M-mind taking it off so it'll be fair for us?" Gwen asked, stuttering a little bit and blushed. "You could've just asked me to dinner first before asking me to strip, luv." I playfully told her as I teasingly stripped off my crop top slowly while remaining eye contact with. "No eye-fucking, jeez, not in this CHRIS-tian film lot," Chris commented. I shivered when the crop top was completely removed, Duncan, who was next to me placed his arm around me. This caught me off guard again and made me blush a little, I looked at him confused. "Just accept it." He muttered. "Real smooth." Heather smirked.

"When did you guys move the beach to Antarctica?" Lindsay shuddered, "As some of you can see, we're actually in the shooting studio." Chris said. "And the AC's cranked because?" Duncan asked, "All the camer-Get your arm off her." Chris glared at Duncan who looked confused and removed his arm from my shoulder, I chuckled at Chris for suddenly switching to father mode. "As I was saying, All the cameras and lights get so hot, they could melt Chef's heart. And the network told my agents sweaty isn't a good look for me. Your challenge? Hang ten this deck into the big blue without swallowing tail in the soup."