Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Total Drama Island.
This is it people! The FINAL CHAPTER!
Noah's POV
"I was just wondering," Gwen says, her face unusually pink under the white powder. "Would you like to go out sometime?"
I lose control of my face for a moment. Before responding, I try to rearrange it into a more suitable, less shell-shocked expression. "Like… on a date?"
Bravo. I've come up with yet another pearl of wisdom. That comment didn't sound astonished at all.
Not.
For some reason, my idiocy makes Gwen more comfortable. She laughs and her face returns to is deathly pallor. "Yeah, like a date."
If I were a cartoon character, my eyes would be popping out of my head. Is it just me? Do I ignore signs of girls liking me? I wish I had known Gwen liked me. But will I seriously date her? I don't know if I want to do that. It's too sudden and Lindsay-
Oh. I'm thinking about Lindsay while Gwen is asking me out. If that isn't a clear sign of something, I don't know what is. Noah, it's time to stop being in denial, and time to realize that you have a thing for the blonde, ditzy, strangely smart, sincere, beautiful girl. Which means, you need to turn Gwen down.
"Sorry, no," I say. "I already have someone I like." Maybe that will cushion the blow.
Gwen looks mildly disappointed and shrugs. "Lindsay?" she asks.
Did everyone else know before me? "Well, uh," I say, considering lying.
She waves me off. "You don't need to tell me. Stay in denial or whatever."
"I'm not in denial," I protest.
She's already heading towards her room. I get a goodbye wave from her and then she's gone. I stare in the direction of her room for a minute, still a little stunned, before spinning around and entering my room. Cody gives me a quizzical look, but I ignore him and fall into bed. Now was not the time to be contemplating love interests. I had schoolwork, opening night jitters, and a crazy drama instructor on my back. There were more pressing- and less mind-boggling- things to be worrying about.
The morning came quickly enough. The day zipped by too, despite the complaints of my fellow thespians about how slow the day was going. I never got a chance to go back to the dorm before the show. If Ms. Tasha saw us sit down for anything more than five seconds, we were sent to move a costume or find someone for her or any of the other useless tasks she could think of. We had another run through of the show, which went much better than the rehearsal the night before.
The auditorium starts to fill up around seven and all the people acting in the show start hanging around the wings in costume. Lindsay and Katie keep sneaking looks into the audience, whispering about how many people are there. Lindsay lets out an excited squeak that gets everyone's attention.
"Oh my gosh!" she whisper-yells. "Daddy's in the audience! I totally can't believe it!"
Every person from Total Drama Island runs for the curtain to see if their parents are there, me included. One horrified glance is all I need to confirm that my giant family is indeed in the audience. They're easy to pick out. There's just a ridiculous amount of people related to me in the audience. I groan.
Ms. Tasha blows a gasket when she sees us in the wings and practically chases us in the dressing rooms. We're only allowed back when the show is about to start.
The curtain opens to singing, dancing gang members. The quality soon takes a huge dive towards terrible suck-fest. Most of the people in Total Drama are hideously embarrassed about their roles, especially because we were counting on our parents not being here. Duncan ceases to be the gangster actually written in the musical and starts rewriting lines to make them sound cooler. DJ smiles at his Momma every few seconds, forgetting completely about his lines in the first place.
In the first scene with the Jets, Geoff was supposed to suggest that they'd have a rumble. Of course, he never says anything. Instead, he stares blankly into the audience while Duncan jabs him with his elbow. Eventually, Duncan takes things into his own hands.
"Yo, dudes, we can't have these little sh*ts in our territory," he says, sneering at the audience. I can see Ms. Tasha having a heart attack in the left wing. "We gotta jump 'em with guns and stuff. They won't be coming back here no more."
"Daddy-O," Geoff says weakly, realizing that he missed his line.
"Or tonight at the dance we could talk them into having a rumble," the guy who plays A-Rab put in quickly. "And we could get Tony to come too!"
"Who needs Tony?" Geoff says, trying to redeem himself by returning to the script.
Duncan punches Geoff in the arm, obviously not ready to go back to the script. "Tony is my man, dude. Don't diss him."
"Tony hasn't been with us in over a month," Geoff replies, still trying to get back to the script. With that line, it was back on track. Well, except for the fact that the orchestra has no idea where we are anymore so everyone stood around silently for a while waiting for them to play the intro to the next song.
The dances are even worse than the dialogue. At one point, Nina and Kiki got into a large shoving match in the middle of the stage. Who knows who was even in the wrong place? I'm spending most of my time trying to figure out what I'm supposed to be doing.
It gets to the point where everyone runs off into the right wing when they need to get off-stage, regardless of what side they were supposed to exit to. Ms. Tasha is standing in the left wing, waiting to ambush each and every performer and give them an angry talking to.
Needless to say, I'm embarrassed to be a part of this show.
Lindsay's POV
I don't think the show is going so great. Actually, it reminds me of that one team at that cheerleading competition that totally couldn't remember any of their dance moves. They dropped one of their girls on her head!
During the intermission, we're all sitting in one of the dressing rooms when Ms. Tasha stomps in. She yells something about how we were insulting the very fabric of showbiz. I don't get the fabric comparison. She storms out, leaving us to think about what she said. I don't think anybody is really thinking about what she said.
"I think we should ditch," Duncan says, downing a Coke he bought from the vending machine behind the building.
"Seriously, this sucks, dudes," Geoff agrees.
Noah rolls his eyes. "Duncan, you're most of the reason this sucks so much. You cursed at the audience."
Duncan smirks and takes another swig of Coke. "Hey, keeping it real."
"If we're pointing out the people that made this suck, Nina's dancing is killing us!" Kiki says meanly.
"Oh, shut up," Nina replies. "You were the one in my spot."
Kiki throws her arms in the air dramatically and stomps out of the dressing room. I sigh quietly and sneak a glance at Noah. He's sitting at one of the tables with his head resting in his hand. He catches me looking at him and I look down at my lap quickly. I try to sneak another quick glance and I see him looking at me.
"Places people!" Ms. Tasha yells, running back into the room. "Has anyone seen Kiki? We need her for I Feel Pretty!"
"She ran out earlier," I pipe up.
Ms. Tasha swears with some bad words that I don't even know and darts out of the dressing room. I think everyone forgot about ditching the show then. We all ran for the wings, hoping not to get Ms. Tasha any madder. She eventually found Kiki and pushed her onstage before the curtain rose.
Gwen, Kiki, Nina, and I are standing in what's supposed to be Maria's bedroom. The scene quickly becomes a disaster. Nina forgets an important line. Neither Gwen nor I could remember what it was exactly and Kiki looks like she was about to burst out laughing. The orchestra started to play "I Feel Pretty" after about a minute of silence.
In the middle of the dance, Kiki accidentally-on-purpose hits Nina in the face with her elbow. Nina grabs her arm and the two start to fight in the middle of the stage. Gwen and I stand around and sing the last chorus uncertainly. "I feel stunning, and entrancing, feel like running and dancing for joy…"
It's really quiet after the song ends. Gwen and I don't know what to do about the two girls fighting on the stage and the audience seems to have even stopped breathing. I look to the left and send Noah desperate HELP ME PLEASE! messages with my eyes. He pushes Katie onstage, which sort of makes sense because she was supposed to come on next. But I'm not supposed to be there anymore when she does come and neither are Kiki and Nina.
"Maria?" Katie said in a deep voice.
Gwen stares at her disbelievingly. "Uh, yeah?"
"Help us break those two up?" I whisper, hoping nobody in the audience can hear me. I hear some giggles from the front row. The three of us together manage to pull Kiki and Nina off each other. They stand on the stage, glaring at each other intensely.
"Hey, uh, Tony killed your brother," Katie blurts out. She runs off the stage, obviously not wanting to be there anymore. Which was a problem, because she was supposed to have gotten the gun to kill Tony later.
"Your gun!" DJ says, not so quietly. "You needed to get the gun!"
She runs back out again at the same time Noah steps onto the stage. We all stand still for a moment, unsure of why so many people are standing on the stage. "I came back to get the gun," Katie explains to Noah.
"Maybe you should leave?" I suggest unsurely.
"I need the gun," Katie repeats. She doesn't move from where she's standing and pushes the cap hiding her long hair down on her head more securely. "Why are you here?"
I look for something to say that would work for my character. "Um, I'm talking to Maria about that boy," I say, pointing at Noah.
"I'm going to kill him," Katie says helpfully.
"Don't kill him, Chino," Gwen put in flatly. "I love him."
"I can't kill him right now," Katie replies. "I don't have the gun." She rocks from side to side and stares at each of us, hoping somebody had something to say.
"It's over there," I say, pointing at the place in the set that the gun had been stashed.
Katie dashes across the stage to grab the gun. Once she has it, she just looks more confused. Why wouldn't she kill him now? Seriously, that made, like, no sense.
"Don't kill him," Gwen repeats. "I love-" She trails off and rolls her eyes. "Ah, screw it. He doesn't even like me."
"He totally likes you!" I put in. "I mean, yeah, he killed your brother, but he totally fell in love with you at first sight. It's so romantic!"
"He likes you," Gwen responds. She stares at me coldly and I'm not sure if she's acting anymore. "Lindsay," she adds under her breath.
I clap my hands excitedly. That would be, like, so amazing if it were true! "Is that true, Noa-," I pause and bite my lip. "Tony?"
There's complete silence in the theatre. Noah stares at the audience and smirks. "Yeah."
The audience gasps and I ignore them. I walk towards him, wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss him. Yeah, so Anita wouldn't do that in the play. But whatever, I think the play stank already. He kisses me back and I know I totally ruined the play. It is so worth it.
I step back out of the kiss and beam at him before running off stage. I beckon for everyone else on the stage who isn't supposed to be there to follow me. A whole group of people file after me, leaving Gwen and Noah on the stage alone. They sing their love song, but Gwen sounds like she's about to start giggling uncontrollably during the entire thing. When I go back onstage for my duet with Gwen about how much she loves Tony, the audience keeps laughing. I think it's pretty funny too. Ms. Tasha's glaring at me from the other side of stage. It doesn't even bother me because I'm on Cloud Eleven.
Eventually, we get through the rest of the play and Katie shoots Tony. She sticks in a line about being too nervous earlier to do it. We all try to look sad when all we want to really do is laugh. The curtain closes and we get a few polite claps.
I grab Noah's hand and he smiles at me. One of those adorable real smiles, not the sarcastic smirk. "Want to go see our families?" I ask.
"Not particularly," he says dryly, but I don't think he means it.
We walk backstage, where I'm sure my Daddy will be waiting. I'm super happy it's all okay now with Noah. Plus, it's not just okay, it's totally amazing. And now that Noah has, like, more than forgiven me, I can totally forgive Izzy. I'll do that when I see her next. For now, I'm going enjoy my new boyfriend. Oh my gosh, I can call him my boyfriend.
Noah's my boyfriend.
This is my boyfriend, Noah.
Noah + Lindsay = Love
OMG!
A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading this series as much as I enjoyed writing it. I appreciate all the reviews you guys have left me. (Over 40! WOOT!)
Now, at the risk of sounding desperate and pathetic, go on and check out one of my other stories if you want. (Especially this one: Interning for the Devil)