#gwent week

This amazing commission done by SIMGart & ordered by Ace_TD was just too perfect for this year’s Gwent Week Announcement 📣

A Walking Dead meets TD (like these contestants don’t deal with enough shit as it is…) or would it be Wawanaking Dead?

Happy Gwent Week 2021! - Featuring Trenton and Heather 💚❤️

I've been in a whole hectic week as the new semester has already started about two weeks ago. Therefore, I was unable to draw much for the week by its time. So for that, I made some complimentary art beforehand with Trenton and Heather since they're technically Gwent and I'm sooooo enjoys drawing them AAA.

That's all from me and Happy Gwent Week 2021 for fellow Gwent fans! ^^

Do I care that Gwent week and Halloween are over? NOPE!

Trent looked around the dimly lit room anxiously. How had he allowed himself to be convinced to do this? This wasn't something he enjoyed doing at all! He yelped as Trent felt something brush his leg, and then jumped about two feet into the air when he felt something prod his back. He spun around wildly, trying to see or hear what was in the dark room, but all he could make out was creaking of the wooden planks beneath his feet. Trent couldn't see any other humans in the room, all he could make out was cobwebs hanging in different corners of the room. Trent decided to give up trying to find whatever else was in this room. He started to walk out of the room quickly, really all he wanted to was get the hell out of this awful place! Trent really hated haunted houses.

It hadn't been Trent's idea to go a haunted house, it had been Duncan's, of course Geoff thought it would be fun, so he backed Duncan up, and the promise of food was all it took to convince Owen to come as well. Trent really had no interest in coming along, but Duncan had been insistent, and in the end, Trent caved. Duncan had promised that the four boys would stick together, but somewhere along the way, after being jump scared for the umpteenth time, Trent found himself alone. Trent knew he couldn't blame the guys completely, it was hard to see in this place. They probably didn't notice that Trent wasn't with them at first, and once they had realized it, Trent had already been separated from them, and so, Trent was all on his own in a haunted house. This was not the way Trent had wanted to spend his Halloween.

Trent continued going from one room to the next, trying desperately to find the nearest exit, he knew Duncan would probably tease him for not completing the haunted house, but at this point, Trent really didn't care. As Trent entered another room, he looked around, it was a very cave-like room, he could make out silhouettes of bats hanging upside down from the ceiling. As Trent was taking in his surroundings, he didn't notice a figure creeping up behind him, the creature had snow-white skin, red eyes, and a pair of pointed fangs coming out of her mouth. It moved slowly and silently towards Trent. Trent suddenly became aware of a strange sound coming from behind him, it was cat-like... It took a moment for the sound to click in Trent's brain. The hairs on Trent's back rose. Was that... Hissing? Trent slowly turned around, the fear in him rising, and sure enough when he fully turned, he was face to face with a vampire. The vampire let out a vicious hiss, and Trent screamed. Trent took off, trying to put as much space between him and the vampire as possible. He kept running until he realized he had hit a dead end, he whipped around, hoping he still had a chance to run, but he was once again face to face with the vampire. Trent screamed once more and ducked into the corner, putting his hands up to shield himself. Please don't kill me.

For what felt like forever, Trent just sat in that corner, quivering in terror, until a voice broke him out of his thoughts. "Um, hey, are you ok?" Trent slowly lowered his hands and looked up at the vampire. She was looking down him, frowning, and she was holding something in her hand: A pair of fangs, plastic ones. Trent felt himself reddening with embarrassment. This is why I don't like haunted houses! "Uh, yeah." Trent chuckled nervously, as he pulled himself to his feet. "Are you sure?" The vampire asked him, the mix of concern and uncertainty clear in her eyes. "Yeah, I just... Um..." Trent rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "You do know you don't have to finish the haunted house if you don't want to, right? I could get you out of here, if you wanted me to." The vampire continued. "Really? You'd do that?" Trent asked, he could feel the relief washing over him. The vampire nodded. "Yeah, sure. Just follow me. My shift is over anyway." With that, Trent followed the vampire through a camouflaged door at the back of the room.

As they were walking, Trent realized it was very quiet, and Trent had never been a big fan of long silences, so he decided to strike up a conversation. "So, I never got your name." Trent said. "Huh? Oh, it's Gwen. You?" "Trent." Gwen nodded. "How did you end up in a haunted house, Trent? No offense, but from what I saw back there, you're not made for this sort of activity." Trent just smiled. "None taken, and you're right, I'm not." "So...?" Gwen let her question trail off, and she looked Trent with an eyebrow raised curiously. "My friends insisted on coming here, and they insisted on me coming too. I lost them back in the haunted house." Trent explained. As they were walking, Trent couldn't help but observe Gwen's appearance. Gwen has snow-white skin, she was a head shorter than Trent, she also had a black and red full-length dress on, she had red eye contacts on, and a long black wig on. Trent wondered what her actual eye colour was, and what her hair actually looked like. Trent's thoughts were interrupted when they came to a door that read EMPLOYEES ONLY. "Ah, here we are." Gwen said. "Is this the room that you're going to bring me into so you can bite me in peace?" Trent asked jokingly. Then he realized exactly what he had just said. Then he felt his cheeks heat up. "Er- I mean-" Gwen looked at him with a single raised eyebrow, then a smirk spread across her face. "That depends, do you want me to?" Gwen asked with an evil grin. Trent wasn't sure how Gwen would respond to his joke, but whatever he was expecting, it certainly wasn't that. Trent's jaw dropped, and his face was bright red at this point. Trent had no idea what to say, and thankfully, he didn't get a chance to say anything before Gwen started laughing. "I'm just messing with you." Gwen said, while patting Trent on the shoulder reassuringly. Then she swiftly produced a key from her dress pocket. Gwen jerked her head towards the door. "I'm going to head in there for a moment. You wait here, I'll be right back, ok?" Trent nodded, he watched as Gwen stuck her key into the door, and headed inside. Trent waited inside, while he mentally kicked himself. Who says something like that to someone they just met?

Eventually, Gwen returned, and she had changed out of her vampire costume. Trent noted her charcoal-coloured eyes and black-and-teal-streaked hair. "Alright, let's get you out of here." Gwen said. Trent nodded in agreement, and started following Gwen. "It seems like you know this place like the back of your hand." Trent pointed out, as he watched Gwen walk quickly and confidently through the narrow passages. "I'd ought, seeing as I work here every year." Gwen said, without looking back at Trent. "Wow, you do this every year? You must love scaring people." "Only if it's people who actually want to be scared. I'm not trying to actually traumatize anyone." A thought suddenly came to Trent. "Wait, are you allowed to do what you did for me? You're not going to get fired for this, are you?" Trent asked, as worry and guilt started to fill him "Oh no, don't worry about me." Gwen smiled reassuringly at Trent. "We're supposed to help people who are clearly not enjoying themselves. Besides, like I told you, my shift was ending anyway." Gwen said simply. "Oh, good." Trent said with a sigh of relief. "Why did you let your friends peer-pressure you into coming to this thing?" Gwen asked suddenly. "They didn't peer-pressure me." Trent said, a bit defensively. "Sure, they were insistent, but it was my decision in the end. I knew what I was getting into. Besides, we need to be in this area tonight anyway." Gwen raised her eyebrow curiously at that. "Why?" "Oh, we're throwing a concert in the graveyard behind this haunted house tonight." Trent explained nonchalantly. Gwen immediately stopped in her tracks, and Trent nearly ran into her. "I'm sorry, you're what?" Gwen asked, as she turned to Trent, her eyes wide. Trent rubbed the back of his neck. "Did I forget to mention that me and my three other friends are in a band?" "Uh, yeah. You did." Gwen said. "Well, we do. It's called Final Event." Trent said. Gwen smiled. "Cool." She said, before she turned and started walking again.

Finally, they came to a door. "Aha!" Gwen exclaimed, she went over and pushed the door open. "You're officially home free, Trent." Gwen said, as she held the door open for Trent. Trent grinned as he stepped into the front garden of the haunted house. "Thanks Gwen, for everything." Trent said. "No problem, happy help." Trent was about to say something else, before he got interrupted. "TRENT!" Then Trent suddenly found himself in a bone-crushing bear hug. "I was so worried!" Owen practically shouted into Trent's ear. "Owen..." Trent gasped out. "Can't breathe... Need air..." Another voice spoke up. "Let him breath, big guy." "Oh, right. Sorry." Owen said apologetically, as he set Trent back down. As Trent started breathing, he looked over at Duncan. "Thanks, man." Trent muttered. "No problem." Another voice joined them. "Trent, dude, there you are! Where have you been?" Geoff asked, as he came over and thumped Trent on the back. "Sorry for keeping you guys. I got lost in the haunted house." Trent explained. "We figured that was what happened." Duncan said. "Yeah, sorry man, we didn't realize you had disappeared at first." Geoff said, looking slightly guilty. Trent waved him off. "It's cool. Luckily, I got some help from a friend." Trent said, as he gestured towards Gwen. "Guys, this is Gwen. Gwen, these are my buds, Duncan, Geoff, and Owen." Trent said. Trent watched as Duncan looked at Gwen, then back to Trent, and then back to Gwen again. Then he watched as a smirk spread across Duncan's face. Duncan made is way towards Gwen, he took her hand and shook it. "A friend, huh? Always nice to meet a friend of Trent's." Duncan said. Trent could practically hear Duncan's air quotes. Trent looked back at his other two friends, and both of them were smirking the exact same way Duncan was. "Hey, did you know we're going to performing a live concert in the graveyard at the back of this haunted house?" Duncan asked Gwen casually. "I did." Gwen said. "Nice, are you going to come?" Duncan asked. "Well seeing as I literally just learned about it a few minutes ago. No, I'm not." Gwen said. "It was nice to meet you guys, but I'm pretty hungry, so I'm going to go grab some food." Gwen said, as she gestured to the tables filled with all sorts of food behind her. "You go do that; you've earned it." Trent said as he waved to her. Gwen waved back, she then turned and headed towards the tables.

Duncan gave Trent a look of disbelief. "What the heck was that?" Duncan demanded. "What do you mean?" Trent asked. "Don't act stupid. Go invite Gwen to the concert." "What? No way!" Trent protested. "Why not?" Geoff asked, the confusion in his voice very clear. "Because- Because-" Trent spluttered, as he desperately thought of an answer. "Because I just met her tonight." Trent said quickly. "So? I'm not asking you to marry her, I'm just saying that to you should ask her out." Duncan said. Trent tried to speak up, but Geoff cut him off. "You don't even have to ask her to be your girlfriend. Just invite her to the concert, and ask her to stay after it. Then you guys can hang out get to know each other better." "But-" This time it was Owen who cut Trent off. "What have you got to lose?" "Well..." Trent went silent. He looked over at the concession table, where Gwen was currently eating a hotdog. Duncan sighed. "Do you like her?" Duncan asked. Trent blinked in confusion. "What do you-" "Do. You. Like. Her." Duncan repeated impatiently. Trent looked over at Gwen once more. "Well, yeah." "Do you think she's hot?" Trent immediately blushed. Duncan smirked. "I think that answers my question. So, like Owen said, what have you got to lose?" Trent went silent as he thought it over. Then he took a deep breath. "Alright, I'll go ask her." Trent said with a smile. "Atta boy." Duncan said proudly. "Go get 'em, tiger!" Owen whooped.

Trent made his way over to where Gwen was still eating. "Hey." Trent said as he came up to her. "Oh, hey." Gwen greeted him. Then she smiled. "Missed me already?" Gwen asked teasingly. Trent chuckled. "Listen, I wanted to ask you something." "Yeah?" Gwen asked, and she gave Trent a curious look. "Would you want to go to the concert? I could get you in." Trent offered. Gwen's eyes widened. "You'd do that for me?" Gwen asked. "Yeah, I owe you one. It's also because... I was hoping that you and I could hang out after the concert?" Trent asked quickly, due to his nerves acting up. Gwen had a look of pure surprise of her face. She was quiet for a few minutes. Oh crap, she's going to say no! I should have never listened to Duncan. "Er, forget that last part-" "Yeah." "-It was a stupid thing to- Wait, what?" Gwen gave him a big smile. "Yes." She repeated. Trent grinned. "Alright, cool! I'll see you later then." Trent said, and he turned to go back to his friends, but Gwen spoke again. "Wait, there's one thing I need to know." Trent turned back around. "What?" He asked. "How do I know this isn't some trick get me alone in a graveyard so you can bite me?" Trent chuckled, recalling what he had said earlier. "That depends, do you want me to?" Trent shot back. Gwen grinned. "You know, it honestly sounds quite tempting. I might take you up on that offer."

You're on the phone with your girlfriend

Gwen stood, waiting patiently at the bus shelter for the bus to come. As Gwen was waiting, she suddenly heard talking behind her, she looked behind to see Trent coming up the street, Gwen felt her stomach flip, as it always did whenever she saw Trent. Trent was talking his cellphone and, from what Gwen could see, he was having an argument with the other person, or least, that’s what Gwen guessed was going on, based off the frustration on Trent’s face, he also appeared to talking quickly, and he was gesturing wildly with his free hand. Gwen watched Trent up until he suddenly pulled his phone away from his ear and stuffed it in his pocket. Gwen then realized she had been staring and quickly turned away, she hoped Trent hadn’t noticed. She felt Trent stop and stand next to her, Gwen turned her head so she could look at him, he was frowning, clearly the argument he had put Trent in a bad mood. “Um, hi Trent.” Gwen said carefully, she wasn’t sure if Trent would want to talk, Trent quickly turned his head to look at her, it was almost as if this was first time he had noticed her that morning. “Oh, hey Gwen.” Trent said, offering her a small smile. Gwen chewed her bottom lip nervously, was it her place to ask about the argument? She wasn’t particularly close with Trent, sure, Gwen had been crushing on him since the ninth grade, but they had only talked on a handful of occasions. Nevertheless, Gwen allowed her curiosity to win her over. “So, it kind of looked like you were arguing with someone...”  

She's upset, she's going off about something that you said

“Huh?” Trent looked at her with confusion. Gwen cringed, she was starting to regret asking. “It looked like you were arguing with someone over the phone.” Gwen elaborated. “Oh.” Trent said, he turned his head down so he was looking his shoes. “Yeah, it was Heather. I made a joke that she didn’t appreciate, and she blew up on me.” “Hmm.” Gwen said, restraining from expressing her actual opinion on Heather. Heather, in Gwen’s opinion, was Satan’s love child, she was the evil queen of Gwen’s high school, she relished in making other people’s lives miserable, she was also Trent’s girlfriend. How Trent, one of nicest people in Gwen’s school, ended up dating the she-devil was beyond Gwen. She had a few theories, like maybe Heather gave Trent a love potion, or threatened to kill Trent’s entire family, or something else along those lines. However Heather managed to convince Trent to start dating her, one thing was certain, Heather had Trent wrapped around her finger, and it irked the hell out of Gwen.  

'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do.

Despite Gwen really hating that Trent was dating Heather, she had no intention of sabotaging their relationship, Gwen wasn’t that petty. “Well, don’t worry about it. I’m sure once Heather has cooled down, she’ll talk to you and apologize.” “You think so?” Trent asked, looking at Gwen curiously. “Yeah, Heather’s just being a-” Gwen stopped herself, the words ‘drama queen’ were on the tip of her tongue. “...She’s just being a bit sensitive; she’ll get over it.” “Hmm.” Trent thought for a moment. “You know, you’re right, Gwen. Thanks.” Trent shot her a big smile, and Gwen couldn’t help but smile back. “No problem.”

I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night.

I'm listenin' to the kind of music she doesn't like

And she'll never know your story like I do

Gwen was walking home from school, heading past the park, when she spotted a familiar figure sitting at a picnic bench with ear buds in his ears, connected to a phone. Gwen made her way over to wear Trent was sitting, she made eye contact with him, so Trent took his ear buds out and waved. “Hey!” “Hey.” Gwen greeted. “You’re in a better mood than you were this morning.” Gwen observed. “Huh? Oh, yeah, I am.” Trent said. “So, Heather talked to you?” Gwen asked, Trent nodded. Gwen wasn’t quite sure what to say, she supposed she could have said ‘I’m glad’ but that would have been a half lie, she was happy that Trent was happy, but she wasn’t happy that Heather was still with Trent. So, instead she pointed at Trent’s phone. “What’re you listening to?” “Oh, She Will Be Loved.” “Ooh, nice!” Gwen said. “You like this song?” Trent asked, sounding surprised. “Uh, yeah! It’s great!” “Oh, I guess I’m just surprised because Heather really doesn’t like this song.” “Oh...” Gwen said. They suddenly fell into an awkward silence. Damn it, why did we have to go back to talking about Heather? Gwen wondered. “Well, I’m glad I know someone who likes the same song as me.” Trent said suddenly. “Yeah, that is a good thing.” Gwen said. “Do you want to...” Trent allowed his voice to trail off, and he offered his second ear bud to Gwen, Gwen’s eyes widened as she understood what Trent was offering. “Uh, sure.” Gwen restrained herself from sounding too excited, Trent wasn’t single, he was just being friendly. Despite that, as Gwen was sitting next to Trent, while She Will Be Loved played through their shared ear buds, Gwen allowed herself to enjoy this moment with Trent.

But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts

She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers

Gwen sat on the cold, metal bench, overlooking the football field where the school’s football team was going up against one of the neighbouring schools’ football teams. But Gwen wasn’t really watching the game, she looking over at the cheer squad, clapping and cheering when she saw Zoey pull off a perfect flip or cartwheel. “Hi, Gwen.” Gwen turned to see Trent standing next to her. “Hi.” Gwen said. “Do you mind if I...?” Trent gestured to the empty seat next to her. “Yeah sure, go right ahead.” Gwen said happily. Trent sat down next to her. “So, what’re you doing here? This doesn’t really seem like your thing.” Trent pointed out. Gwen turned to him. “I’m here to check out the hot guys in their uniforms.” She said with a straight face. Trent’s eyes widened in shock. “Seriously?” He asked. “Yup.” Gwen said. Trent’s eyes widened even more. Gwen decided she should put Trent out of his misery. She laughed. “I’m kidding. You’re right, I don’t care about this.” Gwen gestured to the football game. “I’m here for this.” Gwen gestured in the genral direction of the cheer squad. “I’m here to support Zoey. Usually this would be Mike’s job, but he’s out of town, so I’m here in his place.” Gwen explained. “Ah, that makes sense.” Trent said with a grin. He let out a sigh of relief. “Don’t do that, you had me worried for a second there.” “Oh really?” Gwen asked in amusement. “Yes really!” “So, what’re you doing here?” Gwen asked. “Oh, I’m here for Heather.” Trent said. “Oh, of course.” Gwen said. Idiot. For a minute, Gwen had forgotten that Trent had a girlfriend.

Dreamin' 'bout the day when you wake up and find

That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

Since Gwen was going to meet up with Zoey after the game, and Trent was going to meet with Heather, Trent suggested that they should go to wait outside the changing room together. Gwen had agreed, and they made their way there together, talking the whole way. They continued taking while they were outside the changing room, until they were interrupted. “Ahem.” Gwen froze soon as she heard that, she knew exactly who it was without turning around, but she did anyway. Sure enough, it was Heather. For a moment Heather didn’t say anything, she flicked her eyes between Gwen and Trent a couple of times before she plastered on the fakest smile Gwen had ever seen, then she made her way over to Trent. “Hey babe.” Heather said in a sickeningly sweet tone that made Gwen want to rip her own ears off. Then Heather proceeded to kiss Trent fully on the mouth, and Gwen had a sudden urge to go find a fork and gauge her own eyes out with it. Gwen was just thinking to herself that Heather was kissing Trent for way longer than was necessary when Gwen felt someone tap her shoulder. She turned around and came face to face with her best friend. “Zoey.” Gwen said with relief, Gwen was so happy she had an excuse to leave. “Uh, you said wanted to check out that new restaurant after the game, right?” Gwen asked, thinking quickly. Zoey blinked in confusion. “Did I say that?” Zoey asked. “Yes, you did.” Gwen said, subtly flicking her eyes toward Trent and Heather. Please get me out of here. Gwen really hoped Zoey would get the message. Zoey’s eyes flicked to Trent and Heather, then back to Gwen, then her eyes widened with understanding. “Oh yeah, I did say that. Thanks for reminding me.” Zoey said. Thank you. “Alright, then let's get going.” Gwen said, grabbing Zoey’s as she started to head towards the exit of the field. “Uh, bye Gwen.” Gwen heard Trent say, and Gwen turned around, she was surprised that Trent had noticed. Gwen made eye contact with him, and it seemed like Trent was trying to convey something to her with his eyes, was he sad that Gwen was leaving? It could have easily been confusion as well, mor maybe it was nothing. “Bye.” Gwen said, and with that, she turned around and left with Zoey.

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you

Been here all along, so why can't you see

You belong with me You belong with me

Fanfiction.net says my story won’t be up for another 4-8 hours. Well fuck that.

Beginning

For Trent, the first day on Total Drama Island had been a memorable one. Sure, doing something like jumping off a cliff into shark infested waters was not something one would forget anytime soon, but for Trent, the first day on TDI had been memorable for other reasons. Moments like the first time he stood on the dock with his fellow campers, or waiting at the cliff while the other campers jumped stood out to Trent. 'Why?' you may ask, well, it can be narrowed down to one specific camper: Gwen.

Trent had no idea what he expected from the other teens that he would be meeting when he stepped onto the dock of Camp Wawanakwa, but it certainly wasn't this. He supposed the general lack happiness from everyone other than Chris could have been because of the practical joke the host had pulled on them, the supposed 'five-star resort' turning out to be a rundown summer camp was a bit of let down, but still, none of the *eight campers of the dock appeared to be particularly happy, especially the girl at the end of the dock, who was currently scowling while angrily ringing out her hair. Despite suddenly feeling a tad uncertain about his original thoughts that he was going be having fun on this reality show, Trent made his way to stand with the other campers. Trent found himself standing next to a goth, and the moment Trent laid eyes on her, he got a feeling, he wasn't sure how to describe it, but he knew that she intrigued him. As he stood next her, Trent flashed a smile at her, he got a scowl and a turned head in response, but Trent had a funny feeling that she had started smiling once she had turned away from him, and Trent knew without a doubt that he needed to get to know her.

The idea that Trent would jumping off a cliff into shark-infested waters was definitely intimidating, but Trent already had a plan to ensure that he would be jumping off the cliff, he would give it a running start, that would keep him from freezing up at the last moment. Once the Killer Bass had all either jumped, or had chickened out, the Screaming Gophers were up, and Chris has made the announcement that if the Screaming Gophers could top the Killer Bass' nine jumpers, then Chris would give them some carts to pull their crates on. "Nice! Ok, guys, whose up first?" Trent said, he hoped maintaining an optimistic attitude would encourage everyone to jump. Heather had originally refused to jump, but Leshawna rectified the situation by throwing Heather off the cliff, Leshawna had jumped after her, then Lindsay jumped, and then Gwen had volunteered to go after her.

Trent watched as the Goth looked over the cliff, eyeing her target, then he watched as her eyes widened slightly and she muttered "Oh... Wow." Trent guessed that this was the first time she had looked over the side of the cliff, he could sense that she was hesitating a little, he didn't think that she was going to chicken out, but he could sense that she was nervous, so Trent decided to head over to offer Gwen some encouragement and some advice. "You ok?" Trent asked as he came up to the Goth. "I'm fine." Gwen said as she turned to Trent, then she narrowed her eyes at him. "I am not chickening out." She said in a tone that implied that Trent had suggested it. Trent held up his hands against his chest. "I didn't think you were going to. You just seemed nervous, and nobody can blame for being nervous about doing this." He said as he gestured towards the cliff and the water below them. Gwen looked over the cliff again. "Yeah." She said as she eyed the water carefully. "If you're nervous then you could give yourself a running head start before you jump off, it'll keep you from freezing at the last second." Gwen looked Trent with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah?" Trent shrugged. "It's what I'm planning to do." He said simply. Gwen eyed him one last time before Trent watched as she backed up before running and then jumping right off the cliff. Trent watched Gwen fall right up until she landed in the inner circle in the water. Trent gave a sigh of relief as he saw that Gwen had landed safely in the water.

Once all the campers had either jumped or chickened out, Chris came to meet them on the beach and brought a change of clothes for every camper. Once everyone had put their everyday clothes on over their bathing suits (and everyone covered their eyes while Owen put his clothes on) Chris called the attention of both teams. "Congratulations to the Screaming Gophers for winning the first part of your challenge!" Trent joined his fellow Screaming Gophers in cheering their first victory. As the Screaming Gophers settled down, Chris continued talking. "As promised, here the pull carts you can use to carry your crates back to camp." "WHOO! AWESOME!" Owen cheered. Chris then turned to the Killer Bass. "And for the Killer Bass I have..." The Killer Bass team members perked their heads up, clearly hoping that Chris would throw them a bone. "Nothing. Have fun hauling those crates back to camp with your hands." Chris said with an evil chuckle, he then turned, ignoring the glares he was getting from the Killer Bass members, he then hopped onto his *four-wheeled bike. "See you all back at camp." Chris called as he drove off.

Owen easily got all four of the crates onto the pull carts all on his own. Once that was done Heather spoke up. "Alright people, let's get moving." With that, the Screaming Gophers grabbed the pull carts and started heading back to camp. Trent took one last look back at the Killer Bass, who were already struggling to move their crates, Trent felt a little bad for them, but he knew there wasn't much he could do about it. As they were walking, Trent noticed that nobody was talking, in fact, it felt a lot like an awkward silence to Trent. Trent frowned, he didn't want everyone to be silent the whole way back to camp, that wasn't much fun. Trent thought to himself for a bit, seeing if he could think of something he could talk about with his fellow teammates, or maybe something they could sing? Now that wasn't a bad idea, so Trent wracked his brain for a song they could sing, but the problem was that while Trent himself wasn't picky about what genre or song he preferred, he knew that probably couldn't be said for the others. No, he needed a song that didn't have a specific genre, something that was fun, and would entertain them until they got back to camp. A light bulb went off in Trent's head, he knew what to suggest. "Hey guys, who wants to sing Ninety-Nine Bottles of Pop?" Trent asked out loud. "Ugh, seriously? What are we, five-years old?" Heather sneered at him. "I don't think it's a bad idea." Trent turned his head to look at *Gwen, who was currently bringing up the rear of the Screaming Gophers, he smiled at her in appreciation, and she gave him a nod in acknowledgement. "I think that sounds like fun!" Owen said cheerfully. "It would only be until we get back to camp." Trent added. "Izzy likes that idea!" Izzy said with a manic grin. Several of the other Screaming Gophers also seconded Trent's idea. Trent turned to Heather with a raised eyebrow, Heather rolled her eyes at him. "Fine, whatever." She said begrudgingly

Eventually the day came to an end, the Screaming Gophers had won, and to celebrate their victory, the Screaming Gophers were hanging out in their hot tub having a grand time. Trent was relaxing in the hot tub and he was feeling good, winning on the first day of the competition definitely gave him a confidence boost. The last he had seen of Gwen, she had been leaning against the hot tub right behind him, he was hoping he would get a chance to talk to her, and he figured this was a good as a time as any, he turned around so he could talk to her but was met with a surprise- she wasn't there. Trent quickly scanned his surroundings, figuring Gwen might have started to talking to one of the other Screaming Gophers outside of the hot tub but she wasn't there, Gwen had left. Trent had frowned, he slightly disappointed, but then he realized something, if Gwen had gone off on her own and Trent found her and started talking to her, then he would be talking to her alone. With that thought in mind, Trent excused himself and climbed out of the hot tub. You know, Gwen might have left because she wanted to be alone. The logical part of Trent's brain thought. Well, if she tells me she wants to be along then I'll leave her alone. Trent thought to himself, and with that, he went looking for Gwen.

Trent found Gwen at the edge of the woods, she was leaning against a tree and was writing in what appeared to be a diary or a journal. Trent cleared his throat to make his presence known. Gwen looked up from her writing and saw him. "Oh, hey." She said. "Hey, listen if I'm interrupting you, and you want to be alone, that's ok, I can leave if-" "No, no." Gwen said reassuringly, she then gestured to the spot next to her on her right. "Sit." Trent smiled at her and sat down. "So, you came looking for me?" Gwen asked Trent curiously. "I noticed you weren't leaning against the hot tub anymore, so I decided to come look for you." Trent explained. "Oh." Gwen said, they were both quiet for a moment, before Gwen spoke again. "By the way, thanks for helping me jump off the cliff earlier." "Oh, don't mention it. I'm confident you would have jumped anyway, but I'm glad I could help." "Still, I'm glad you came and spoke to me." Suddenly, Trent remembered something. "Thanks for seconding my Ninety-Nine Bottles of Pop idea." "I wasn't the only one who backed you up on that." "But you were the first person who did." Trent's eyes widened as he saw the corners of Gwen's mouth turn slightly up. Gwen was smiling, now, this wasn't the first time Trent had seen Gwen smile that day, but it was the first she had smiled at something he said, and from what Trent had observed of her so far, Gwen wasn't someone who smiled very often. So, Trent took immense pride in the fact that he had ability to make her smile just by making a simple comment. Gwen suddenly yawned. "I think I'm going to head into the cabin and crash." Gwen said. "Yeah, I think I will too." Trent said as he stood up, and seeing that Gwen was still sitting, Trent decided to offer his hand to her. Gwen looked at his hand, and then at Trent, and then looked back at his hand. Just as Trent was thinking Gwen was going to shoot him down, she placed her hand in Trent's. Trent swore he felt heat rush through his arm from where Gwen's hand was placed in his, Trent tightened his hold on Gwen's hand and pulled her up. "Thanks." Gwen said as she brushed non-existent dirt off her skirt. "No problem." Trent said, and with that, Gwen turned and made her towards the girls' side of the Screaming Gopher cabin, and just before she entered, she turned, smiled, and waved at Trent. "'Night, Trent." Trent grinned and waved at her. "Goodnight, Gwen.