Disclaimer: Total Drama is not owned by I. It is owned by its rightful owners of Todd Kauffman, Mark Thornton, Teletoon, and Fresh TV. This fanfiction; however, is owned by the person who has written this.

Notice: My Redux Chapter is on its way, and just adding in the Izzy. STILL thinking of an elimination scheme for Chapter Cuatro. And just because I said it in Spanish doesn't mean they're in Spain. ;)

This chapter goes out to the romantic story seekers, but be warned. It can be somewhat out of character, but very mushy. What can I say? A guy can sometimes have fun writing mushy, romanticizing puppy love. It can brighten your evening after struggling through a whole bunch of other distractions.

Oh and this chapter's in Trent's Point of View. Oh, what fun!

Warning: This chapter could get a bit steamy, but all know that this is a T-Rated fanfic, not X-Rated. As much as I want to see them like this, I have to refrain myself from letting them go too far. Sorry.

On with the chapter. My random talk stops here.

Chapter 2: Love is Beauty, Beauty is Gwen

Post-Total Drama World Tour: After the Volcano Incident, Ontario:

It had been two drastic days since the incident in Hawaii. I heard that Alejandro got swiped out by lava and rolled over by Blaineley's roller. Harsh. Now he's a Drama Machine, but I have to say, it was kinda humourous.

We were all back in the Aftermath Hotel, settling in from the ten hour flight from Honolulu. I walked quietly in the hallway until I heard something quite.. dramatic to hear.

"How could you do such a thing?" I heard a voice. A raspy, teenage voice.

I started to worry. This could've been bad. Worse than before.

"What can I say? This was just for the sake of my return in London. You may be hot, but you don't have the guts to go from denial to truth in a snap." Heard another voice; it sounded like Duncan for three reasons. His return in London, Denial, and that voice. This had to be bad.

"Just because I'm not in DENIAL? Was that your ordeal? I actually thought we were perfect. You know what, we're done. Also, by the way, I think we're going to need to go our separate ways for a bit, kay?"

Duncan rolled his eyes, "Whatever, Pasty."

She groaned at the nickname that irked her from Day One of their relationship. She escorted herself out of the room, walking as far away from him as she can until something was sorted out.

I was now in the atrium of the Aftermath hotel, strumming my guitar to a newly written song. The mood was set, the room was quiet, and everything was tranquil from the fountain to the diner across the hall.

I heard footsteps coming my way, like marching, but faster; it sounded like a sprinting crowd.

"Oh god, not more groupies," I said to myself, knowing the Drama Brothers were the most famous boy band to this day.

But it turns out it was just one person. Someone who was just used to make somebody else jealous. She ran up to me; my face perplexed as she clung onto me like a body pillow.

She hung onto me, "Oh, Trent, I'm sorry for what happened," she refrained herself from letting tears soak my shirt, which she was really what you say good at.

"Gwen?" I asked her, as I caressed her back for sympathy. I cared for Gwen, I was loyal, and by her side. When she was with Duncan, I could grow anxious from every kiss, hug, or make out session they'd share. I was shocked they haven't done it yet. But this? This wasn't what I was expecting from Gwen.

She nodded in response to my question, and hesitated, "Trent, I'm sorry," she continuing murmuring her apology, but for what?

I pulled her in the embrace, "You're sorry for what? It's okay, you can tell me," I smiled in response, stroking her hair. Oh, I missed those embraces we'd share, running my fingers through her unnatural teal strands of shoulder length hair, feeling her touch against mine.

"I'm sorry for ever dumping you, ignoring you, forgetting every bit of you, and going for Duncan. Oh, I've made the hugest mistake," She literally clung to me, but I didn't mind.

I sighed, "It's okay. The past is obsolete."

She looked up into my jade eyes, as I was gazing into her dark forest greens; they were beautiful, like Gwen. I couldn't think of anything else to say. We were like this for minutes, forgetting absolutely everything; we were lost in a flawless world. Bliss filled the air, the sky was cloudless, the grass was always greener than the real world. We would smile at each other, sighing peacefully.

"Gwen," I whispered, blinking to get a better glimpse at beauty. She continued to gaze at me; it was my time to make a move I've been waiting for since we last interacted.

She perked up at me, in response to myself getting her attention.

"Close your eyes," I whispered huskily.

She chuckled at me, "And why do you want me to close my eyes? Is this some kind of trick?" Her smile was beautiful, so was her chuckle. Everything about her was beautiful.

"Do this for me?" I encouraged her to just do that one easy task, in which she sighed in defeat; this made me chuckle lightly

"Okay, but I'm only doing this because of you," she told me, closing her eyes.

Just from looking at her, I wanted to feel her touch, against mine, like chemicals reacting. I wanted to just kiss her with all of my passion, dipping her softly with all my light.

I make my move. One of my hands quickly cup one side of her face. I start to lean in. From peeking at her lips, they were starting to pucker, but it was soft and not too needing.

The gap was closed in. My lips brushed against hers, knowing this was only going to get better. I started to build up the kiss into passion. Our lips wanted more than just a simple kiss; we needed it. I softly stroke her cheek with my thumb, my other fingers running through her hair just as gentle. She took me in her arms as she became desperate for more. Just as it was about to go from passionate to just.. intimate, we sadly, but slowly pulled away, savoring what kind of chemistry we had between us.

We smiled sheepishly, our eyes wandered into each others, as my hand continued to stroke on her blushing cheeks. She was beautiful, no, she was always beautiful in my eyes. For who she is, and what she does to make my happy.

"Sorry," I apologized, my hand rubbing my neck from behind. I start to blush embarrassedly as I grinned like a fool.

She chuckled, leaning her head against my chest, "You know, Trent? I'm kind of glad," she hesitated, "For you know.." she looked up at me.

Chuckling in response, I twirled her hair, looking at her sweetly. I loved this girl, I always have. I don't care who she was with in the past or how long we haven't seen each other, I loved her, no matter what, where, and who she is.

"I've never seen anybody else as strong and beautiful as the girl right in front of me," I admired Gwen, just wanting to gush about how confident she is, and how supportive she can be. I cared less about Total Drama Action; out with the old, in with the new.

Her cheeks flushed light pink; the tint mixed perfectly with her porcelain skin.

She smiled, "Thanks, Trent. Really." She wrapped her arms around me neck as mine were caressing her sides and waist. I kissed her forehead softly, humming a catchy tune.

We were in this posture of bliss for minutes that felt like days; it was perfect.

One Month Later:

Season Four had started and neither Gwen nor I got a chance to compete; though, there were some pros about it. First, we didn't have to go through Chris's stupid challenges, and secondly, he preferred a new cast over the original. As long as I was with Gwen, things were life completing.

I was asleep in my bed, shirtless, when Gwen walked in my hotel room at a Niagara Falls suite. Of course, she was awake, knowing it was a little past my wake up time; it was 9:45 AM.

Gwen sat on the edge of my bed, smiling at how 'adorable' she thought I would look sleeping. As if I would ever look adorable, but it was Gwen.

"Wakey wakey, Trent," she pinched my cheek lightly as my eyes started to slowly open. I didn't just wake up to a TV right in front me, I woke up to the most amazing thing that has happened to me by my side.

I mumbled misunderstanding words, rubbing my eyes, "Hey, beautiful. Looks like you're all up and ready," my voice was weak from oversleeping.

She grinned, "And you're all sleepy and just waking up," she sat beside me as she fixed my bed head hair.

After I sat up to get a better glimpse of Gwen, I pulled her closer to a kiss, a simple, spontaneous lip kiss.

"I was awake for that," I ran my finger through her hair again.

She giggled, "I hope you're awake for this."

After reminding me what might happen next, she pulled me into a loving kiss, like in those really romantic movies. She pulled me closer to her touch, our chests against each other. My hands wrapped around her fragile-like body, her legs wrapped around my waist. The kiss grew hotter, more passionate, I wanted more.

Our chuckles made the kissing session more interesting, to the point where we made out. I needed more of Gwen, licking her soft lips for permission. She gladly opened her mouth lightly, our tongues intertwining for dominance. Sighs turned into soft moans.

My mouth explored Gwen's, only to hear her precious moans of pleasure. I knew not to go too far, but my body told me something else. I started kissing her jawline ever so softly, down to her beautiful neck. I kissed all around as gently as I ever could, making circles with my tongue on the sensitive spots on her neck. Her lips parted, her need increased as her fingers grabbed onto my hair.

"Gwen," I murmured in a whispering voice, "You're so beautiful."

My urges forced me to kiss to her collar bone, to her exposing cleavage. She ran her fingers against my bare back, sending shivers to my spine; the feeling was shocking while kissing her exposed skin was intoxicating. I never thought we would ever be in this sensual situation. I started to peck near her cleavage, circling my tongue as her lips parted once again, moaning a tad louder, keeping it quiet and sweet.

"I need you, Gwen. I need you bad," I whispered huskily as I felt her body trembling. As I was about to get to what I thought was going to happen, she refrained me.

She looked deep into my eyes, "Trent, I know you're probably thinking why I'm stopping you from this moment, but.." she paused for a bit, sighing, "I don't think I'm ready," she laid on the crook of my neck, running circles on my chest with her finger.

"I apologize. I just got really carried away," I chuckled sheepishly, not trying to sound too embarrassing.

She nuzzled closer to me, "It's okay. I was just about to feel the same way you have, but honestly, that really made my day."

I kissed the side of her face in response, "I love you, Gwen. I really do. I love you so much," I continued leaving pecks on wherever I could kiss her.

"I love you too, and besides, you were always there for me, and I like a guy who would do such things," she got off the crook of my neck, and off of my lap.

"Want to get some brunch?" She offered me to go eat since it was 10 AM. I nodded, getting out of the bed, telling her that I really needed to shower and get ready, since the Drama Brothers had a really shockingly great night at our last concert which lasted til midnight.

I asked myself, "What is love?" Soon enough I would think for a split second as I prepped up for today, "Love isn't just that tingly feeling or a skipped heartbeat, love is beauty. Beauty is Gwen."

Author's Note Number Two: Hehe, isn't that cute? I thought it would be a little more mushy than this, but my mind suddenly wanted to go onto the almost steamy stuff. Bad mind! **Beats head about a hundred times, then stops with an awkward silence.**

Anyways, this chapter is really something once you get more into the mood. I'm going to call it a day, or night for me when it's still early. But, who knows? You'll probably read this hours from when I submitted it, haha!

So greetings to you, wherever you are. :)