Gwen's Bro and Trent: Resemble

Summary: A Total Drama drabble. Trent meets his girlfriend's little brother.  

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"So," Trent said, hugging Gwen from behind and grinning down at her face, "are you ready for the best three-month anniversary of your life?"

She giggled. "Alright," she said, pulling herself away from him. "But first I gotta grab my purse. Be right back."

"I'll be waiting," he said dreamily, as Gwen giggled unGwenishly and ran off to her room.

Trent smiled after her, then leaned back on the balls of his feet, looking around the small living room. So, this was Gwen's place. He had half-expected it to be covered with the kinds of things Gwen liked-dark colors and artwork-but overall it looked just like any normal living room. Which made sense, after all, since it would be Gwen's mom who decorated...

"Hello there. Trent."

"Gah!"

He spun around, eyes darting for the source of the sound. He found it a moment later in the form of a short, lanky boy leaning in the doorway to the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest, glaring at him from beneath a backwards baseball cap.

Trent sighed, putting a hand to his chest. "Whoo. Startled me for a minute there, little guy." (The boy's eyes narrowed coldly.) "You must be Gwen's little brother, right?"

The boy gave a curt nod, still impassive. Trent gave him another up-and-down look. He didn't look much like Gwen-he wasn't pale like she was, and the tangled hair coming out from his hat was a dark brown (though then again, Trent realized he had no idea what Gwen's natural color was). And he was apparently a lot quieter, and that was saying something. He didn't seem to wear the same dark clothes that Gwen preferred either, though Trent could detect a certain similarity in the siblings' styles, based on the skull decal featured prominently on his T-shirt.

"Gwen's told me a lot about you."

"Yeah, I've heard a lot about you too," the boy said, his eyes narrowing even more as he slowly unfolded his arms and walked into the room.

"Heh-heh...well, I just hope it wasn't from any of those tabloid stories or anything," Trent joked. The boy didn't laugh.

"No...I found out plenty about you from the show," he growled, coming to a stop about a foot away from Trent. "Made sure to keep a careful eye on you..."

"Er...right," Trent said, leaning backwards slightly and giving him an odd look. "Er-why?"

"I'm sure you can figure it out if you try hard enough, Brainiac."

"Ah..." Trent suddenly chuckled. "Okay, I get it. I have sisters too. Let me guess-you don't like me because I'm dating Gwen, right?"

"No, but it's not really a question of 'like,'" the boy said, making quotations in the air. "It's a question of 'trust.' I already saw what happened between you and the Bitchy Balding Bitch-Bitch the day you got voted off."

"Well trust me, that's never going to happen again."

"Still, keep in mind, that's one strike against you from the start."

Trent grinned. "And let me guess-three strikes I'm out, right?"

"No, two strikes you're DEAD!" the boy suddenly screamed, rising onto the toes of his sneakers and jabbing Trent in the chest-the latter drew back, startled, as Gwen's brother leaned over him, their faces an inch apart. "If you ever cheat on, or in any other way hurt my sister EVER again, I will make your whole stay on that stupid island seem like a picnic in the park, you got that? I will take every bizarre accident that ever happened to you there and subject you to them again at once! I will take your guitar, rip off its strings, and make them into a noose that I will use to strangle you to death! CAPISCE?"

Trent nodded quickly, cowering under Gwen's brother's glare. It was a pretty bizarre sight-Trent was several years older and almost a full, oddly-shaped head taller, with an arm almost as big around as the younger boy's chest. Gwen's brother was standing on his tiptoes just to almost match him in height. Trent probably could have knocked him out in one punch if he wanted to, but at the moment, all he could think to do was nod quickly and hope the scary child would go away.

The boy leaned back slightly, but remained on his toes, glaring down at his sister's cowering boyfriend. Trent slowly straightened up, still shaking slightly. "Yeah, okay. Got it, dude."

"Good."

There was a pause. "...Wasn't that a movie?"

"What?"

"That-guitar-string strangling thing. Isn't that a scene from Gwen's favorite horror movie or something?"

The boy finally fell back onto the soles of his feet, suddenly transforming from a semi-demonic monster back into your average surly fourteen-year-old boy. "Psychomaniacs II. Our favorite movie and the only horror sequel EVER to better than the original."

Trent chuckled weakly. "You really are Gwen's brother, aren't you?"

"Damn straight, Casanova."

"Trent? Oh, hey..."

Both spun around as Gwen came in the room, carrying a black handbag. She frowned as she saw her boyfriend and her brother standing only a few inches apart. "What are you two doing in here? I could hear you shouting all the way from my room."

"Huh? Oh, nothing, Gwen," her brother said calmly, suddenly giving Trent a friendly pat on the shoulder. "I was just saying hi to your new boyfriend here. Nice to meet you, Trent." He turned and gave Trent a big smile-except that, head turned slightly so that Gwen couldn't see, his eyes were narrowed into another vicious glare. "Be seeing you around..."

And with that he spun on his heels and walked casually out of the room.

"So, what did you think of my brother?" Gwen asked, holding Trent by the arm a few minutes later as they walked out of the house for their date.

Trent cleared his throat. "He's, um...a lot like you, sort of," he said simply, with a small shiver of fear running up his spine.