Total Drama Island - Sydney's Story

17

The wind nipped at my curls brushing through my hair as I ran around the course of the island. The breeze was cool in the morning air. Pacing myself through the forest was my biggest task to complete while steadying myself with my speeding. My feet scrunched up against the sand as it shifted against my shoes, making my tracks slightly more difficult.

I started to slow down to jog the rest of the way around the beach before making my move toward the cabins. My heart felt on fire in a thrilling manner. If only I could run without feeling like I'm dying by the end of it. That would be better.

My eyes lit up by Geoff's presence. He was sun bathing in a lounge chair in nothing but a pair of swim shorts and his cowboy hat. He somehow appeared somewhat attractive in that moment. I couldn't tell if it was the sun reflecting from his glistening sweaty toned abs or the fact that his hat looked different on him, presenting him in a different way that caught me off guard, but he somehow became instantly mesmeric. Well, that's not good.

"Going for another one of your morning runs, Sydney?" Geoff asked with his famous lopsided smile plastered onto his cheeks, only making me grin further by the sight of his cute goofy self.

"That's right, pretty boy." My tongue caught in my teeth realizing what was said. My face felt hot before wishing I had disappeared. Why did I say that?

"Aww thanks, Syd. Way to make a guy feel noticed." Geoff said flashing his smile back at me. "I think you're a pretty girl, too." And the shots have been fired. My lips pierced before awkwardly drawing myself back.

"Quoi? I didn't say anything! I'm stupid. Yeah, haha! I'm so so stupid!" I said trying to throw him off quickly. Merde. Merde.

"Huh? But you said —?"

"Ignore me!" I said laughing at my own words. "I-I didn't mean you were pretty. Well, you're gorgeous." Suddenly, I was flustered over my own words not realizing I was spilling everything that didn't need to be said. What is wrong with me? This cannot be happening.

"You think so?" He smiled at me. My face flushes crimson, turning away awkwardly. Might as well dig myself a hole.

"I-I-I mean... you're just nice." I stammered. "Yeah. You're a really, very, nice looking guy who isn't at all that attractive. Haha yeah. I'm gonna go drown myself now. You're hot. I-I mean, I'm-I'M hot! Yeah... I'm gonna go shower."

"Sydney?" Geoff asked me.

I decided to nope myself out of the situation before taking off in a sprint to go wash out my thoughts before I go screw something else up.

//"I can never run around him again! What the heck? That's a great way to ruin things for myself. But could I have made it more obvious?" I groaned in irritation. "Ugh! Why did I say that? It's not like I was actually serious. Friendship is more important than relationships anyway." I stopped ranting and thought for a serious moment. "Not to mention Baba... he'd kill me.. or well, the guy if he ever breaks my heart. He did that to the last one."//

Running past him in a jolt, my legs carried me all the way back to the showers to rinse off my humiliation and embarrassment. Grabbing my favorite soap, I rubbed it endearingly everywhere, scrubbing off my guilt for randomly attracting feelings for the same guy as Bridgette.

Alone in my thoughts, I couldn't help but silently get on to myself as I washed away all temptations and imaginations in my brain. That's Bridgette's guy. We all know she's had a thing for him since the get-go. I'm not an idiot. And I can't do anything about it. Technically, I could, but that wouldn't make me a redeemable character. Not to mention that I don't even want him that way. Why does my brain have to have impulsive thoughts like that?