Uh-oh.

Being on Total Drama: Revenge of the Island sucked since it began. Surprisingly, now it was worse.

"Unfortunately," as Chris had said, a challenge caused the girls' cabin to, well... collapse. Their cabin merged with the boys', and God, it sucked.

At least everyone had their own bunks-- all but you. With no bunks left, you were forced to share one of the beds with the one and only Lightning; Chris said it was random but by the glint in his eye, you knew he was doing it for his swet, sweet ratings. Honestly, you'd rather share a bed with Scott!

So, you stubbornly slept at the far side of the bunk, as far away from Lightning as you could be.

Until morning came.

You woke up blearily, the sun rising. Yawning, you went to get up, only to be tugged back by something-- or someone...

"No... don't go..." Lightning muttered, still half asleep, as he pulled you back into the warmth of his chest. In his sleep, the stupid, muscular jock was very... clingy. Lightning clung onto your waist like he was afraid of you slipping through his fingers. He was surprisingly strong, too.