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I yawn out tiredly as I lean against Leshawna, her patting my head while we stood in line to get some breakfast from Chef. The last challenge yesterday was unfortunately easily won by the guys since we had to find a key that was hidden in fake food.

Only thing was, Owen went ham on the fake food props and literally devoured every, single, thing thinking it was all real. Not like it mattered, the trailers were the same to pick from even if the girls won but Duncan was rubbing it in and it was way too early in the morning.

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"Thought Duncan would've learnt from his lesson last time when I almost broke his wrist when he bugged me back home." I sigh out in front of the confessional camera, rubbing my eyes. 

"Goddamn 6 am, really Chris. And it's not like I got good sleep either. Owen kept snoring last night from being congested." I hear knocking and I look over to see Duncan walk in. "And look who it is Mr. Guys Rule." I grumble out as Duncan just kisses my cheek, passing me a steaming cup.

"Stole some tea for you." My heart melts knowing he remembered that I couldn't function the whole day without it.

"I guess you're not all bad, even if you can't shut up about the win." I chuckle, taking a sip as he groans.

"God, I would not call that a win since Owen couldn't stop ripping a fat one every hour." I snort lightly, seeing the bags under Duncan's eyes. "Plus I couldn't sleep without you."

"You love being cheesy huh." I grin at him. "I'm sleeping bottom bed on a spare bunk so you can sneak in if you want."

"I'll definitely take you up on that offer."

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"Morning Chef." I smile at him as he ruffles my hair. "How's the new boat?"

"Oh, that baby can move! So much better than the old shit Chris got me. Thank you." Chef passes me some bacon and toast as I thank him, going to sit down with the girls.

"A new boat?" Gwen asks.

"Oh yeah, Duncan totalled the other one when I realised he didn't know how to stop it so I bought Chef a new one. Totally forgave me for stealing the old one." I shrug, digging into the breakfast and silently thanking the gods that it was actually decent and not the mutated beings that were served last season.

"Ugh... no eggs and bacon for me Chef... I'll just have this... nice bowl of prunes..." everyone gasps, including me, when Owen suddenly rolls in and not going for the big breakfast.

"Someones having some bathroom issues huh." I mutter out to Duncan as he sits next to me and he snickers. "This is going to be hell for you in that trailer."

"Don't remind me." he groans out. Chris suddenly walks in while everyone was eating with a beret and a clapperboard.

"Welcome to day two of Total Drama Action!"

"Are you gonna do that every time?" Duncan asks my uncle as the two face off. 

"Yes, yes I will."

"Alright then." Duncan shrugs.

"Today's movie genre: aliens!"

"Our unpaid-" Chris freezes up as I glare at him. "-I mean paid interns-thanks to the amazing and beautiful budgeting leader-have been hard at work figuring out what makes an alien movie successful."

"I think it's just the degeneracy of it. I mean come on, I'm pretty sure people jack off to them, especially aliens with tentacles." I call out and everyone snickers as I cut Chris off. "Tell me I'm wrong."

"She's not wrong man." Chef says. "You got three basic rules. Aliens wanna take over the world and start making lots of baby aliens, people fight back and the military is called."

"Today's challenge: find an alien egg and return to home base before Mama alien finds you."

"Sorry losers, but no one knows alien movies the way I do! The more obscure, the better!" Duncan announces.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure Gwen can top you on that love." I smirk as she hi-fives me. 

"I'm gonna blend up those no-good aliens, and have 'em for breakfast!" Gwen and Duncan bond over having watched the same film that I have never even heard of. I facepalm Heather to shut her up before she could say shit about Duncan and Gwen having more in common like she did last season with the horror movies.

Oh god, I don't want to remember that.

I shudder, having mentally blocked out that period from my memories. "Oh my fucking god!" I burst out laughing when I see Chef coming dressed out as the mama alien. The suit bubbles and squeaks and he sighs out in annoyance.

"You call that slime? Makeup, more slime over here!" I grimace as slime gets poured over Chef.

"I hate my life..."

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I was walking with Gwen as everyone else followed her, going down empty hallways of a sci-fi set. I was so glad that I chose to wear cargo chain pants and an oversized shirt beneath my plaid one since it was a bit chilly in here. 

I shudder when I hear disgusting slimy and smacking sounds. "The fuck is that? It sounds horrible."

"It must be Chef!" Duncan says, eager to kick some ass as I pear over the wall to see the hallway empty.

"Hold on, I don't know why but it sounds familiar..." I walk down the hallway, the others begging me not to go but I had a talent of being able to sneak up on anyone without making any sound. I peek around the ledge and I roll my eyes to see Geoff and Bridgette making out. Again. "It's Bridgette and Geoff." Everyone groans and walks out.

"Oh nice, don't you two ever get sick of sucking face?" Duncan scoffs as I cross my arms while the two keep making out.

"I think that's a no..." Owen says.

"We're not like that are we?" I whisper, shuddering at the sounds.

"God no. I'd rather have you all to myself somewhere private than out in public." Duncan growls, nipping my neck and I let out a squeak in surprise. "Plus you sound so much sexier sweetheart." I flush red at Duncan's words as he walks off and leaving me flustered.

"Let's go lover girl." Gwen chuckles as she grabs my arm and drags me away. We all managed to meet up with the other group when a danger alarm suddenly started ringing. Some of us were panicking and split to follow Beth and Lindsay.

"Is there a boiler room somewhere here? Cause eggs need major heat to incubate." I ask and Gwen nods.

"Yeah! East of here!"

"Well let's get moving! I don't want to be stuck here for Chef to catch us!" Duncan, Trent, DJ and I follow Gwen as we ran for the boiler room. We reached a door and opened it to see a bunch of eggs. "Bingo!"

"We won!" DJ was celebrating a tad early as I helped Gwen grab a couple of eggs.

"Not so fast big guy, we still have to get the eggs back to home base." Duncan says and Gwen gags as one of them suddenly break on her face.

"Ever heard of plastic props!" She hisses out, wiping the goo off her face as she gets an egg for each of us. The GPS suddenly starts beeping and we know Chef found us.

"Move! Don't wait around!" We all bolt but DJ, unfortunately, gets hit. I felt bad for leaving him as we run out of the sci-fi set and into the wild west set where Chris was hovering above us in a helicopter. I quickly take out my mini umbrella that I snuck into the pocket of my cargo chain pants when I see the bombs on the helicopter.

"Incoming!" Everyone jumps out of the way and I curl into a ball beneath my now ruined umbrella that oozed goo without any of it falling on me. "Oh you've got to be kidding me!" I snicker as I see Duncan covered in goo, groaning.

"Oh, too bad so sad love." I throw my umbrella away and he sighs, chuckling.

"I can't believe your umbrella actually helped this time."

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"Ok, I'm a mum. As in, in my group of friends, I'm the one that brings everything and anything I think we will need for any situation. You need food, got it. Tissues, yep. An extra jacket sure. That includes my umbrella too." I hold out my now ruined umbrella with the green goo on it.

"I bring it everywhere with me rain or shine. I don't like getting sun on me, I'm just cautious like that. Now I gotta buy another one..."

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I take out a packet of tissues, taking one out and wiping Duncan's face. "You know I'm always prepared for anything." I kiss his nose, passing him the packet which he catches.

"I'll see you later at home base then sweets. Go win this thing!" he cheers for me as I run off, reaching the trailers to see everyone else.

"We made it!" I look over to see Gwen and Trent also running towards us but Gwen suddenly trips on a loose rock.

"Gwen!" It was like a slow-motion picture as she falls over, her egg falling to the ground and breaking. 

She groans in disappointment. "I was so close..."

"Oh, that's gotta hurt... Anyway!" Chris just moves on from what happened like it was nothing. "So the winners are Trent and-"

"-Gwen!" I cut Chris off as I pass my egg to Gwen and she gasps.

"No! No no no! You can't just do that!" I raise a brow at Chris before pulling Duncan towards me and kissing him. He smirks as he wraps his arms around my waist, the goo on his clothes smothering all over mine.

"Watch me." I break away from the kiss as everyone gapes at me and Duncan, him just laughing at my bold move. "Let's go, I need to take a shower."

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"Oh, Chris really is doing a number on Chef..." I snort as he comes out in a pink dress with diamond earrings, holding a bunch of Chris awards in his arms. We had just voted for who we wanted to vote off and to be honest, I didn't really want to so I didn't.

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"Who do you think is getting voted off?" Duncan asks as I dry his hair with a towel, wondering why we were doing this in the confessional.

"I have a feeling Geoff and Bridgette are getting booted off first." he hums as he closes his eyes, enjoying me run my fingers through his hair. 

It was one of his favourite past times since quote on quote, my fingers were magical and easily got him falling asleep.

"They couldn't take their hands off each other, it was annoying." Duncan complains.

"Oi, we're just as bad as them." I drop the towel on his face.

"True, maybe even worse." I squeal as he suddenly pulls me between his legs as he turns around in the chair, hugging my waist.

"Ok, ok, not in front of the camera."

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