I'm Yours
Title: I'm Yours
Summary: After a prank on the girls goes wrong, LeShawna ends up getting hurt. Duncan, feeling guilty, decides to apologize but ends up letting something slip.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Pairings: Main: Duncan/LeShawna, Side: Bridgette/Harold, Justin/Beth, Eva/Tyler
Warnings: Some swearing, fluff, this is only gonna be about three chapters.
Winter-Rae: This is for the lovely DeAnime; she drew me a wonderful picture of Duncan and LeShawna so I wrote this in return. Also, witness the glorious return of Olga VonTussle. Don't remember who that is? If you read Pineapple Cocktail, you'll know. Enjoy!
I'm Yours
Chapter 1: The Prank War
"Good morning final eight!" Chris chirped, "I trust you all slept well?"
Some muttered responses came, none of which were too positive, of course at six o'clock in the morning it was hard to be positive about anything.
"Since this is one of your days off, with no challenges," he went on, "I thought we could all raise the Canadian flag together. I don't know about you but a country that can rise up good looking people like me has to be good for something right?"
"You woke me up for that?" LeShawna demanded, "I'm as patriotic as the next person but couldn't the flag wait a couple hours?"
"Nope," Chris insisted, "Duncan, you wanna do the honours?"
The punk shrugged.
"Sure."
He went to the flag pole and quickly pulled up the flag, only it wasn't the Canadian flag that was waving in the early morning breeze. It was...
"Hey, those are my panties!" Bridgette shouted.
"And that's my bra!" Beth added as her face turned bright scarlet, "How did you even get it!"
Eva and LeShawna, who also saw an item of their undergarments hanging for all to see, glared at the four culprits. Duncan, Justin, Tyler and Harold were laughing.
"I'd pledge allegiance to that flag any day," Tyler said, making the guys laugh again. Eva walked over to the flag pole and jerked on the rope, pulling it down so she could grab her pink thong. This happened to be a shocker to all of the guys when they went through the suitcases. She then walked over to the guys.
"Get a good look losers," she said, "This is as close as you'll ever get!"
She then turned on her heel and walked away. Beth grabbed up her black lace bra and quickly shoved it into her pocket.
"Not funny you guyths," she said. Bridgette and LeShawna picked up their stolen undergarments as well.
"Friggin pervs," Bridgette scolded.
"It's so on now," the plus sized sister snapped, "Watch your backs."
The guys exchanged looks.
"They're bluffing," Duncan said, "They got nothing."
The following morning when Tyler got out of bed and stepped on the floor, he instantly slipped and wiped out, hitting his head on the floor.
"Tyler," Justin muttered from his bunk, "You need to be more careful."
"I was!" the jock replied, "There's something slippery on the floor."
The other three, after getting out of their own bunks also slipped and fell. Tyler, who had managed to get to his feet, slid to the light switch and flicked it on. The floor of their cabin was covered in a good three inches of shaving cream and they were totally covered in it.
"Where did they get so much of it?" Harold asked as he tried to get some raspberry smelling cream out of his hair, "Hey this stuff smells nice."
"I smell like a friggin fruit basket!" Duncan snapped.
"So much for a bluff," Justin mused as he tried to get some lavender smelling shaving cream off of his chest.
"Shut up fancy face," the punk retorted, "We'll get them back."
"You gotta admit though," Tyler said, "This was pretty good."
"I admit nothing," the punk growled as slid his way to the door. The four of them tumbled out of their cabin only to see bright flashes and hear the clicking of cameras.
"Oh you boys look fine," LeShawna said, laughing.
"Great look for you," Beth added as she took another picture.
"You smell so pretty too," Bridgette taunted. The guys exchanged embarrassed looks as they looked down at themselves. They were out in just their boxer shorts and covered in the shaving cream. Eva also had a nasty smile on her face.
"They wouldn't let me shave you all down, but even I have to admit this is pretty funny."
"This isn't over," Duncan shouted, slipping again and knocking Tyler into Justin, who fell against Harold. The girls laughed and snapped a few more pictures.
After jumping in the lake to clean off the shaving cream the guys moved into the Killer Bass cabin. Before, all of the teens had been occupying both sides of the Screaming Gophers' cabin. But since the one side was shaving cream filled and the other side had the girls, it was nice to have a cabin all to themselves. Their bags had been covered with shaving cream too but thankfully the clothes inside were left alone.
"I have to admit," Tyler said, "It was nice of them not to ruin our clothes."
"Yeah," Harold agreed, "I remember in school after gym class some of the guys took my clothes and threw them in the showers. I had to wear my smelly gym clothes all day."
"That's not cool dude," Tyler said.
"Yeah, jocks suck."
Tyler's face fell and Harold felt bad for grouping Tyler in with the jocks at his school.
"Not all jocks," he said quickly, "You're awesome."
Tyler grinned and slapped Harold on the back, accidentally knocking him over.
"Oh, sorry, my bad Harold!"
"Okay if you're both done flirting with each other," Duncan said, "What are we gonna do to get the girls back?"
"We were not flirting, gosh!" Harold replied.
"Aren't we done now?" Justin asked, "This pranking them every night is cutting into my 8 hours of sleep. If I don't get enough sleep I'm going to get bags under my eyes."
"Suck it up fancy face," the punk replied. Justin rolled his eyes.
"So, any ideas?"
Tyler and Harold exchanged looks.
"I can't think of any," Harold said.
"There's the classic 'bugs in the bed' idea," Tyler suggested, "Harold, do you still have that ant farm thing?"
"No, they used it on Heather. Besides, I don't wanna prank them anymore."
"They would wake up if we tried moving their bunks too," Justin added, "And I agree with Harold. This is getting old."
"We could flood the room," Tyler suggested, "No, that wouldn't work. The cabin is too damn leaky for that. They wouldn't even notice. Justin and Harold are right though. We each got each other good."
"Shut up a minute," Duncan said, "I have an idea."
That night, after snooping around the camp so they could find the things needed for their prank the four boys stood quietly by the girl's cabin. The girls had turned out their lights about an hour ago and now the guys were sure they were in bed.
"You guys ready?" Duncan whispered, watching the cabin carefully. When he didn't get any responses he looked over his shoulder at Justin, Harold and Tyler. The three exchanged unsure looks. Duncan rolled his eyes; he knew they were gonna chicken out sooner or later. He was hoping it would be later since he was going to need their help on this prank.
"Look," the punk hissed, "If I swear this is the last one will you guys just do this thing already?"
"Last one?" Tyler asked, "As in even if they come up with something better we're not going to do anything to them?"
Duncan nodded.
"You promise?" Harold asked.
"Yes, alright I promise," the punk muttered, "Bunch of friggin babies."
"I'm not a baby, idiot!" Harold retorted. Tyler hushed him.
"Quiet, you're gonna wake the girls!"
"I still don't think this is a good idea," Justin said.
"You're a model, no one pays you to think," Duncan retorted. Justin picked up a stick and threw it at him, hitting him in the back of the head. Duncan glared at him but Justin put on his innocent face as if to say 'it wasn't me, I would never do something like that.' Duncan wasn't fooled but he was eager to get this prank under way already.
"Who's coming with me then?" he asked.
"I will," Tyler replied, losing his footing and falling on the ground. Duncan smacked his forehead. Of all people to go pranking with, he was stuck with a nerd, a pretty boy, and a complete klutz.
"Forget it," the punk said shaking his head, "Harold, you're with me."
Harold helped Tyler up and after looking at Justin, who shrugged, the three followed the punk.
Meanwhile, the girls were sleeping soundly in their beds; completely unaware that they were about to get a very rude awakening. It was for the best too because if any of them had an idea of what the guys were going to do Eva would have stayed up all night to stop the guys and probably maim them in the process.
They didn't hear the boys as Duncan and Harold climbed up to the roof of their cabin, nor as they opened a couple holes in their roof. They only stirred when an odd smell started to fill the cabin. Eva was the one who woke up and turn on the light so she could see.
"Holy crap, SMOKE!"
The other girls shot up in bed, LeShawna smacking her head on the bunk, Bridgette falling out of bed and Beth looking around frantically for her glasses. Sure enough the smell of smoke was filling the cabin.
"Is there a fire in here?" Bridgette asked, alarmed.
"I don't think so," LeShawna replied, "Duncan's probably lighting the confession stall on fire again."
However, the girl's decided it would be best to go outside just in case. They were close to ending their worries at least until four individual's started to bang on the cabin, yelling and screaming.
"FIRE!" Duncan and Harold's voices came from above. Next thing the girls knew they were being pelted with water balloons. The girls ran out of the cabin, yelling and in their pyjamas, only to be pelted with more balloons by Justin and Tyler outside of their door.
"Sthop it!" Beth cried out as a balloon, thrown by Justin, struck her in the face.
"Oh crap, sorry Beth!" he said hurrying towards her to make sure she was alright. Duncan, annoyed with the model's actions, threw one at him.
"Hey!"
"You're sthuch a jerk!" Beth said, shoving Justin. The balloons stopped after she shouted, leaving the culprits exposed. The girls glared at the guys as they gathered around each other. Justin was looking stricken that Beth had yelled at him, Harold and Tyler were exchanging nervous looks. The only one laughing was a certain mohawk wearing punk.
"Oh that was too good!" Duncan said, "Nice work boys."
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Eva roared. The guys paled and started to run, with the girls closing in on them fast.
LeShawna almost caught a hold of Duncan when she tripped on a tree root and went down hard. Using her hands to catch herself she was surprised to hear a loud snap in her right wrist, then a searing pain as it travelled all the way up her arm. She yelled in pain and then rolled over onto her back, holding her hurting wrist and trying to fight back the tears. Bridgette, who saw her fall, stopped her pursuit of the boys and ran back to her side.
"LeShawna?" she asked kneeling down next to her, "Are you okay?"
"No," LeShawna replied looking up at her.
"Guys!" Bridgette shouted, "Enough, right now! LeShawna's hurt."
Eva had managed to get a hold of both Justin and Tyler. She was sitting on the jock's back with her legs locked around his neck and holding Justin in a headlock, messing up his hair.
"Not the hair!" Justine begged.
"Can't breathe!" Tyler gasped.
After hearing Bridgette called for her Eva held the two boys tightly in headlocks and dragged them over to where LeShawna was. Beth, who tackled Harold to the ground, was pulling on his leg, trying to get him to say 'uncle.'
"Ouch!" he yelled, "Okay you win, I'm sorry!"
"Beth!" Eva called. The farm girl looked up and after seeing LeShawna on the ground she released Harold and ran over to her friends, a look of concern on her face.
"What happened?" Eva asked. Bridgette looked at LeShawna's wrist.
"I don't know she might have sprained it."
Eva looked down at the two boys who were struggling against her strength.
"I can hurt them the same as you if you want LeShawna," she offered, "I bet hearing their bones snap would make you feel better. I can make a leg break pretty clean for the athlete. And a busted nose would look great on pretty boy here."
Tyler and Justin exchanged fearful looks.
"Not the face!"
"I like my legs!"
LeShawna sat up and shook her head. Duncan, who had dodged behind a rock, came out of hiding and approached them. He saw her shoulders tremble and Bridgette place a comforting hand on her back.
"You're not that hurt," he said to her. She ignored him and got to her feet, still holding her sore wrist. She started to make her way to the mess hall but paused next to him.
"You're a real asshole," she said, "I hate you."
Duncan felt as if he had been slapped, he hadn't seen that coming. Sure LeShawna was the loudmouth but he never expected that from her. He watched her as she walked away as Bridgette and Beth followed after her. Eva gave Tyler and Justin's neck a good squeeze and then left. Beth shot Duncan and the other boys a glare that could match Eva's and then stuck her nose up in the air, refusing to look at them again.
"It was just a joke!" Duncan called after them, annoyed, "You guys pranked us too you know. It was funny then wasn't it? You take everything so seriously!"
"Why wouldn't we take this stheriously?" Beth demanded, "That's what you do when sthomone gets hurt! Are you sthtupid or sthomething?"
"Whatever," Duncan said shrugging, "It's not a big deal."
"Shut up!" Bridgette told him, "Just like every other guy in the world you never know when to stop! So just shut your mouth!"
The guys exchanged looks. They had even made Bridgette angry; she was the person who never seemed to get mad.
"We're in deep crap guys," Tyler mused.
In the mess hall LeShawna and the girls found Chef Hatchet and the onsite nurse, Olga VonTussle. The two of them were sitting at one of the tables sharing what looked like a bowl of ice cream. The girls cringed as Olga lifted a spoon of ice cream and offered it to Chef. When they finally noticed LeShawna and the other three they stopped their 'fun' and exchanged looks. Olga threw of the bowl of ice cream into the trash and crossed her arms over her chest.
"What's wrong solider?" Chef barked. LeShawna held out her wrist to Olga and told her what happened. The tough nurse arched an eyebrow.
"Sounds to me like it has broken," she said in a thick accent no one recognized, "Let me take a look."
LeShawna regretted showing it to her. She took her hand, not gently either, and started to turn it over and examine it. LeShawna swore.
"That hurts!" she said, "Easy!"
The nurse frowned.
"It is broken, just as I thought. However, it is a clean break; I have seen plenty of injuries like this one. Chef, a cold cloth please, I will be right back."
She then turned and disappeared into one of the back rooms. Chef soaked a cloth in cold water and handed it to Bridgette who wrapped it around LeShawna's wrist.
"This should bring the swelling down a bit," she said.
"Those guyths are jerkths!" Beth muttered darkly, "Where are we gonna sthleep now, everything iths sthoaked?"
"No kidding," Eva added, "I still think we should retaliate. We got them good last time and I know even better pranks. Ones that will really get them back. Of course their resulting injuries will make this look like nothing at all."
"Forget it," LeShawna muttered, "I'm not in the mood."
"I don't know about you guys," Bridgette said, "But I'm not talking to any of them until they all apologize. And even if they do I'm still gonna be mad."
"I agree," Beth said. Eva rolled her eyes.
"The silent treatment, you guys are a bunch of girls? Oh well, it's better than nothing."
"Hoes before bros," LeShawna muttered with a small smile. Olga returned with a wrist brace in her hands.
"Here you go," she said, "This will hold it in the right position until it has healed up."
"Shouldn't she get an X-Ray?" Bridgette asked. Chef glared at her.
"You doubt Nurse VonTussle's brace soilder!"
"No sir!"
"This is just what she needs, keep it on ice and try not to move it for a few days," Olga said, handing her an ice pack, "I will check on it then and we will see where we are."
"Dismissed!" Chef barked.
"But what about the guys?" Eva demanded, "Our side of the cabin is soaked and the other side is full of shaving cream."
"Looks like you'll all have to share one now," Chef said.
"Oh great," LeShawna muttered.
The guys, who were sitting on the steps of their cabin, watched as the girls filed out of the mess hall. They saw the brace on LeShawna's arm and most of them, save Duncan, winced. Their prank really did go too far. Harold, feeling brave, hurried over to the girls.
"What happened?" he asked them. The girls glared at him but said nothing. Harold swallowed and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
"LeShawna," he said, "Are you okay?"
Eva placed her hand on his arm and dragged him over to the other guys.
"I'm breaking our vow of silence just so you know what's going on," she said, "You jerk offs broke LeShawna's wrist. So we've decided, collectively, that until you all grow up and apologize we're not talking to any of you. And even after you do, don't count on anything. I suggest you all sleep with your eyes open tonight, since we now have to share a cabin. You have nothing to worry about from the others; I on the other hand just might come after you, one by one. Let me also say, for the record, that you're all lucky is wasn't my wrist that was broken. Because I would crush your skulls!"
Harold's eyes widened in fear. Eva nodded to them and turned to go back to the other cabin to gather her things.
"Broken!" Tyler said, "Oh man, Duncan this is all your fault dude!"
"Why me!" Duncan snapped.
"The prank was your idea!"
"Well you all were with me when I suggested it!" the punk retorted, "You're all just as guilty as me. Only the clear difference is that I don't care."
"You really are a douchebag," Justin mused, "I'm going to apologize. I hit Beth with one of those balloons right in the face. How could I do that?"
"I'll go with you!" Harold offered, "I broke my wrist once, it wasn't fun."
"You guys have got to be kidding me!" Duncan said, "She's just faking it."
Tyler rolled his eyes.
"I doubt that man, she looked pretty hurt."
"Whatever, you're all whipped," the punk said.
"I'd rather be whipped than be douchebag any day," Justin replied.
The girls had settled into the other half of the guy's cabin and were glad to see that most of their clothes were still dry. Chef said the cabin was gonna take a few days to dry out so they were going to be staying in the guy's cabin for awhile.
"This sthucks!" Beth said. A knock on their door made them all exchange looks. Bridgette opened it and slammed it right away. She then flopped down onto the bunk she was sharing with Eva.
"The guys?"
"Yep."
There was another knock. This time Beth answered it and she reacted the same as Bridgette.
"You sthhould try it LeSthawna," she said, "It's fun."
"No."
Eva frowned. She hopped down from her bunk and opened the door just as Tyler was about to knock. She glared at them. But this wasn't any glare; this was a glare to end all glares. This glare could have scared Jason Voorhees and given Freddy Kruger nightmares.
"Back away slowly," Harold whispered. Eva continued to glare at them until they had gone to their half of the cabin. She then shut the door and dusted off her hands.
"And that, is how we get this done," she said. She climbed into her bunk and after pulling her blankets up to her chin she closed her eyes. Bridgette, however, could not sleep. She felt bad in a way for being so quick in her choice to not speak the guys. As mad as she was at them she was never very good at holding a grudge. She hoped that things would look better in the morning.
"Morning campers!" Chris greeted the following morning. As he entered the mess hall he was instantly aware of the massive amount of tension that hung in the air. He saw that all of the girls were at their own table and the guys at the other. The host found this odd as since there were only eight of them they usually all sat together.
"Whoa," he said, "What did I miss?"
"The guys broke LeShawna's wrist last night," Eva replied.
"We didn't do it on purpose!" Tyler retorted, "It was an accident and we tried to apologize."
"Oh you dudes are in it now," Chris said snickering, "If there's one thing I have learned as my years as an actor and host, it's never tick off the ladies. So you girls are giving the guys the silent treatment right?"
"Damn straight," LeShawna replied, "My arm kills and could almost pass for a friggin animal balloon it's so swollen!"
"This is great!" the host said enthusiastically. The final eight arched eyebrows and looked at the host as if he was crazy.
"How is this great?" Duncan asked.
"Because it's only going to make today's challenge more interesting!"
"What iths the challenge today Chriths?" Beth asked.
"Good question," Chris replied, "Hang on a minute."
He went into the kitchen where Chef and Olga were. The teens could see he was talking to them in whispered tones. Whatever he was saying was making Chef grin maniacally and Olga snicker. Chris then grabbed something behind the counter and returned, carrying a box.
"After doing some quick brain storming we've decided to make some changes in the challenge line up," he said, "You're challenge for today will involve these."
He then reached into the box and lifted up four sets of handcuffs. The teens, making a guess as to where this was going paled and shook their heads.
"No way man," Duncan said. Eva snickered.
"Must bring back some bad memories for him," she mused, "You never know he might have been someone's bitch back in juvie."
"You think you're funny Butch!" Duncan challenged. Eva shot to her feet and clenched her fist.
"I don't have as much willpower as these three, remember that!"
"Down girl," Chris said, "Originally this was going to be for the final six, but this is going to be much more fun!"
"What's the challenge already?" Bridgette asked.
"I call it the Tri-Armed Triathlon...oh wait I guess we can't call it a triathlon anymore since we had to add two more challenges," the host said, "So that would make it a what? A quintathlon?"
"Why not just stick with the original name?" Harold said, "It sounds better."
The host shrugged.
"Anyway, there will be five challenges, four teams of two, and you only can use three arms since we'll be handcuffing two of you together. Winners will both get invincibility from being voted off tonight. We'll give you all some time to let off some steam in the confessional then report back here for your teams ups and first part of the challenge!"
Confessional Cam
Justin: I still can't believe I hit Beth with that balloon last night! I hope I don't get chained up to her because I'm sure she won't talk to me. That and the tension will be way too much. I might get worry lines. /Sighs/ Maybe I'll be able to apologize to her before we start.
Eva: If they even think about chaining me up to any of those idiots I'm going to make sure to make his life a living hell! And if my partner messes this up, they'll regret the day they were born! /Drags her finger across her throat while making a slitting sound/
Bridgette: I just know Chris is making up some sick challenges to tick us off even more. I just hope LeShawna gets through them okay. I mean how is she gonna be able to participate to her best ability with a broken wrist?
Beth: I waths alwayths pretty good at three legged rathces. Maybe this will be sthimilar.
Duncan: Seriously, everyone is acting like I'm the bad guy here. It's not my fault LeShawna tripped and fell! It's not like I planted that tree there, or let the root grow up out of the ground. I didn't plan for anyone to get hurt! And maybe I feel a little bit bad about it. /Glares at camera/ Hey, wait a minute; you better edit that out Chris!
LeShawna: I'm too annoyed right now. Man I can't believe this had to happen right before a challenge. Those boys better watch it, I'm gonna win this challenge and make sure one of them gets sent home!
Harold: My mad skills will definitely come in handy today, let me tell you. /Swallows nervously/ I just hope I'm not chained up to one of the girls.
Tyler: /Holding hands as if he's praying/ Please, please, please! Don't let me get chained up to Eva! She'll kill me! I want to live to see graduation! I swear I'll never look at another dirty magazine ever again! /Catches himself/ Oops, mom they were Kevin's I swear!
Winter-Rae: I'm sure it's predicable as to who is being chained up to whom but that's okay. I'm not writing this to be mysterious. Holy snap everyone this is my 50th story! Isn't that cool! I'm pretty excited about it. Anyway! See you in the next chapter and thanks for reading. Cheers!
