Episode 26; “Total Drama Action finale”

(Yurie’s POV)
“Duncan!” I sang as I saw him emerge from back stage. “Hey!”
“Hey, Yurie, Angel,” he alisema back, grinning. I blushed.
“So, Duncan, Beth,” Geoff said. “You can come jiunge us in the winner’s seat!”
“Uh, there’s only one seat?”
So on they went, blah blah blah, until Harold came up with an idea. He alisema that maybe we could see whose body could fit through a certain shape to determine the true winner.
au something like that.
Duncan and Beth did look pretty hilarious sometimes, and I giggled along with the others.
Gwen nudged me. “Hey, Yurie, did wewe see him?”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “Oh, omigod. DUNCAN! Duck! No, your head a little to the left!”
Duncan did as I said, and he safely got through the mold. “Thank you, hot stuff,” he called to me. He winked.
So then, Beth tripped on one, having her ponytail stuck in the mold.
Duncan’s inayofuata one was hard. Even I couldn’t think of any way to get past that...
That’s when Duncan crashed. Everyone gasped. I stood up. “Duncan!”
“I’m fine...”
Do I worry too much? bila mpangilio thought.

(Duncan’s POV)
F*ck, my back hurt like hell! And it’s all Doris’s fault.
“Duncan!”
“Yurie...?”
“Come over here.” She beckoned to me. I walked over, and she kissed me on the cheek.
“Are wewe okay?” Her blue eyes searched me.
I nodded.
She didn’t look convinced. “I’m sorry. But you’d better...”
“Go back to the game. I know.” I laughed.
So I did, and Chris arrived. He alisema that everyone would have to ask Beth and me a few questions.
Trent was first. “So... um... let’s say wewe had a boyfriend... who really liked you, and was trying to help wewe win the game. What would wewe do? wewe wouldn’t vote them off, would you?”
That was an accident. Thanks a lot, Trent.
“Well...” Beth said. “I would personally never tarehe anyone in the game...”
I said, “No. I would never vote Yurie off...” I flashed a smile. “At least, not on purpose.”
Yurie blushed.
Gwen asked us how we would spend the money for environmental issues, and my mind flitted to my fourth-grade project.
“Greenpeace!” I gasped. “I’ll donate some of my money to Greenpeace!”
*note from Yurie... I did actually study Greenpeace in Grade 4... XD*
Gwen seemed impressed at that.
So then, some other bila mpangilio questions. On Yurie’s turn, she blushed, stood up, and said, “I want to know why each of you...” Chris interrupted. “No time left!”
Yurie smiled her cutest smile. “Please?”
“Alright....” Chris reluctantly said.
“So. I already know who I’m voting for, but why do wewe guys want me to vote for you?”
Beth said, “Because I never gave up” and stuff like that. Lame, and I already knew who Yurie was voting for.
“Well, because I’m your boyfriend?” I teased her.
She sighed. “Fine,” I groaned. “Because... uh...”
“Never mind,” Yurie and Chris alisema together.
And then it was voting time.

(Yurie’s POV)
My turn in the washroom was gross. For some reason it smelled disgusting. But I managed to scribble down “Duncan” on the paper in my lovely script handwriting and add a little moyo before choking.
And then was the suspense.
“One vote for Duncan...” Chris said, slowly. “One vote for Beth.”
“Hurry it up!” Heather screamed. And for once, I agreed with her.
It was down to three kura for each when I saw the final vote.
Duncan seemed to crack under pressure... I felt sorry for him, and I would hate to be put on the spot like that.
“And the winner of the million dollars is...”
My eyes widened, and I glanced at Duncan.
“Duncan!” My moyo felt light. Duncan won! I ran up and hugged him. “You’re rich!” I squealed.
Duncan looked all scary-serious and said, “No, Angel. We’re rich.”
I kissed him full on the lips, stating, “Hey, anyway, every king needs a queen...”
He looked back at me, all mushy, and said, “King, huh? I like it.”
I kissed him, he kissed me back, and we started to make out.
“Love you,” I said, clinging onto him.
“Love you, too,” he said, grinning back.
Everyone cheered.

(Duncan’s POV)
I hardly noticed all the fuss, that everyone was cheering for me.
At the moment, I didn’t really care. All I noticed was that my girl, my Kiyurie, was here, safe, and with me. Well... making out with me, to be exact.
We finally tore apart, Yurie blushing, and me smiling.
This siku had actually become pretty good... I got the money... and the girl.
Except for my back. Nothing could fix my back. Ow...! *XD*

Um... zaidi of my randomness...