Total Drama Malibu

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"Thanks a lot, Warner!" >:(

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"Sure, why not? You know what they say on Blackcomb Mountain, 'Best glimpse of heaven's on the way into hell.' Let's do this," Trent says enthusiastically.

"Yeah, uh, sure. Bring it on," I say, trying to see the positive side.

Chris goes on to give everyone a task, but I can hardly pay attention. I guess it helps that Trent is so positive about this whole thing, but jumping out of a plane onto a rickety old mattress? I'm all for trying new things, but considering how insane Chris is... I don't know.

All I do know is, I want to win this challenge. I need to win this challenge. Winners get a real shower that the shows are providing. These portable showers have hot water, clean floors, no mold, and privacy I've been craving! I've never wanted to win something so bad.

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"If Heather wins this challenge, I'll actually cry. Sorry, Gwen, sorry, Leshawna, but the Gophers cannot win this one."

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It's breakfast time, but I can hardly eat for two reasons. It's disgusting, and I'm too nervous about having to jump out of a freaking plane. Knowing Chris, he probably replaced our parachutes with chickens!

"Check it out, it's a corny haiku poem," Gwen says as she picks up a piece of paper off our table.

Bridgette and I scootch over to Gwen to get a look at the note. Wait, it's actually kind of... Sweet.

"Whoa, some dude's crushing big time. It's probably for you," Bridgette says to Gwen.

"Really? I was gonna say it was for you, or maybe you, Malibu."

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"As If! I doubt it's for me, who would write me a cheesy, kind of adorable, hopelessly romantic poem? Duncan? Yeah right! I mean, maybe I'd like it to be, just a little bit, but Duncan isn't the type. Like he said, he's new at this type of stuff... So maybe I am disappointed that it isn't me."

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"What?" I ask with a laugh. "From who?"

"DJ," Gwen replies.

"Me and DJ are friends, nothing more," I laugh. "Maybe it's for you."

"Yeah," Bridgette agrees. "Trent is totally crushing on you. I've seen the way he always scams an extra muffin for you."

"Yeah, but Geoff is so into you. Remember at the dock yesterday how he tried to get your attention?" Gwen asks.

The three of us laugh thinking back to yesterday. Ok, maybe it's not Geoff. Or maybe it could and Geoff has a soft romantic side we don't know about. Anything is possible... Except it being being from Duncan.

"Then again, Geoff probably couldn't pronounce haiku, let alone write one," Gwen jokes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bridgette asks.

"Nothing. He's just not exactly the scholarly type."

"Oh, and I suppose Trent is busy boning up on his Neitzche in his spare time?" Bridgette replies sarcastically.

Oh, no.

"Ok, guys. Maybe we-" I try to calm them down before it escalates even more, but I'm cut off by Gwen.

"I think Trent is more Neitzche than Geoff is haiku-y."

"Haiku-y?" Bridgette scoffs. "Well, at least Geoff isn't a poser. Trent probably doesn't even write his own songs."

"You guys, this is stupid," I interrupt. "It's just a note, we shouldn't argue over-"

"Tell you what, Betty," Gwen cuts me off again. "I'll bet you two nights dessert that the poem was for me."

"Oh, I'm up for that- Down with that- Whatever. You're on!" Bridgette exclaims, and the two stomp away, leaving me alone all by myself to wonder how it got that bad so quickly.

What just happened?

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