"Dear ex-contestants,

I would like to invite you to a reunion party with your old friends, enemies, and other companions. This is not an invitation, you are required to come. Meet me at 612 McLean Avenue.

Sincerely, your old reality show host,

Chris McLean"

Simultaneously, all thirty-six of the ex-contestants said "CRAP."

A blonde woman stepped out of her car in front of the mansion. It was approximately 6:32 P.M. She tucked a piece of short blonde hair behind her ear and cautiously approached the door.

"No way." she heard from behind her, and turned around, startled. Her wide hazel eyes opened wider when she saw the woman behind her. Even after fifteen years Bridgette could recognize her old best friend from summer camp. Gwen had her hair up in a messy ponytail, and had a stripe of red paint across her right cheek, which now matched her hair.

"Well, look at you, Bridge. What happened?" Gwen said, looking at her friend. Bridgette laughed and replied with, "Well, I got a job, so that's new enough. An-"

Gwen cut her off. "Not the outfit. The MASCARA."

"Oh my god, how did this come up?" Bridgette said, rolling her eyes.

A woman dressed in a purple top and jeans came up to them. "Hey my girlfriends, what's up?" she said.

"Not much. What's up with you?" Bridgette retorted. Leshawna's eyes widened. "Yeah, sure. If not much means you got all glammed up, girl! What's up with you?"

"Oh my god, why is the MAKEUP the first thing everyone notices?" Bridgette sighed. Her blonde hair blew in the wind, and she tucked it behind her ear again.

"Oh boy. Don't look now." Gwen said. A brunette woman wearing a business suit with her hair tied back into a braid stepped out of a car. Her heeled shoes made clicking sounds on the sidewalk.

Courtney had not changed much. She was just a lawyer and running for office. Bridgette rolled her eyes. "Guys, she's not the Wicked Witch of the West or something. It's been fifteen years. Go talk to her."

"No way. You're still crazy, Bridgette."

"I DARE you to go talk to her then." Bridgette said. She re-applied a coat of lipstick to her mouth. "What?" she asked when her friends stared at her.

"Nothin'." Leshawna said, winking at Gwen. "Ten bucks, sister." she whispered.

A limousine pulled up, and a blonde woman stepped out. Her pink dress glittered in the streetlights, and her heels were taller than Bridgette could ever imagined a person wearing.

"Hey, Lindsay." Bridgette said.

"Who're you again?" Lindsay asked. She looked at Bridgette for a few seconds. "Heather?"

Bridgette's eyes narrowed into an expression of hatred. She took the elastic off of her wrist and tried to pull her hair back into a ponytail.

"Oh yeah!" Lindsay said. "You're that girl from…um…summer camp, right? Something with a B…"

A man with a small stripe of green in his hair walked up and kissed Gwen's cheek. "Hey, Wifey, how's it going?"

Bridgette's expression immediately softened. "Aww…you're still so cute together. But you're MARRIED? Give me the deets, NOW."

Gwen rolled her eyes and started to explain.

Numbers of cars pulled up and everyone walked inside the building, settling down in a comfortable room with lots of couches.

"Hello, contestants!" they heard from over a loud-speaker. "EX-contestants to YOU, moron!" Scott proclaimed.

"Thank you Scott. Now, as I was saying…" the loudspeaker said, and a slightly older Chris McLean walked into the room.

"Hello contestants! It's been a while since I saw you all last." Chris declared. His voice was still the exact same as it had been 15 years before. "Well, aren't you a crazy bunch. What happened to you all? Geoff, dude, when did you suddenly get that tattoo?"

Bridgette sighed. She had told him not to, but men just don't listen. She leaned in towards Geoff, putting her head on his shoulder. They may have their moments, but she still loved him. Geoff put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek. Eva made a face.

"Courtney, those shoes are taller than Taipei 101! And Harold…dude. The jacket does NOT work, man."

Harold sighed and took off his jacket, sadly. Leshawna's eyes narrowed.

"Oh, see now McLean, you've crossed the line here." she said, pushing one of her sleeves back up on her shoulder. As she stood up Bridgette's nails dug into her shoulder and her friend pulled her back to a sitting position.

"Try not to kill anyone, PLEASE!" Bridgette said, now back to her sitting position. Geoff tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, exposing a small silver hoop.

Chris looked around and found the most comfortable contestants, and started to criticize each one. "Heather. Still the Queen of Mean, I presume? And what's up with the hair, it looks like Chef cut it…again. Justin, man, what did you do? Run into a metal wall? And of course Ms. Keep-it-Natural over here…Bridgette, you look like Lindsay's makeup box threw up on you. Which reminds me…Lindsay, our superdiva, after the show you got even dumber! I didn't know that was possible!"

Chris went on and on, getting irritated looks from everyone. Suddenly the power went out, and everyone heard a bang.