A/n: I hate my brain sometimes. I kinda get writer's block whenever I start a new chapter. I would have everything thought through for the episode, but then my brain goes into overdrive. I think go through the respective episode, then the next, and so on until I find myself rewiring and creating songs for tdwt in my head, and then all stars, etc. By the time I actually get to writing the episode... My mind goes blank on what I'm supposed to do. It's pretty damn annoying.
Russian accent: 'th' becomes 'z'; 'w' becomes 'v'; absence of words 'a' and 'the'; r's are rolled.
This means Sasha's speaking full sentences in Russian, so I won't have you looking back and forth through the story for translation.
Sasha POV
'I zink I just saw life flash before eyes' Sasha thought, as she was staring blankly at the sky, lying down on the beach. The sand underneath her was smoother than she would expect, and the slight moving was a little relaxing. It took a few moments for her to realize those observations didn't add up. 'Moving sand?' She took a glance underneath, and saw the familiar green mohawk. She was laying on Duncan while he was face-down on the sand.
"I advise that whoever is using me as a cushion, to get the h*airhorn* off" Sasha jumped a little at the blaring noise, but complied to his wishes.
She stood up and moved to offer a hand, but he just stood up, with his back to her. He didn't even look at her or even noticed who it was. He seemed pissed off, and turned around to threaten whoever it was, before noticing it was her "Sorry about zat." she said sheepishly, her face flushing again. "I did not realize I vas on somevone. It vill not happen again."
He was taken aback, trying to think of something to say. "I-uh" Before he could say anything, her eyes shifted behind him to see a shark buried underneath the sand, its tail sticking up in the air. Sasha being Sasha, rushed to dig out the shark and forgot about Duncan's existence for the time being. When she dug it up, she realized that it was the one that saved her.
She picked it up bridal style. Shifting her weight so she could carry it without straining anything. It was heavy, that was a given. The average great white shark weigh's between 1500-2400 pounds. She didn't struggle or wince, she was pretty used to carrying things as heavy as this. Her dad was a strong-man in the circus, and trained her to lift heavy items, many much heavier than this. She ignored the others cheering for Owen, and made her way the water.
She gently placed the shark back in the water. "You still need name" She thought aloud in Russian. After several minutes of pondering over the name, she couldn't think of anything. "I never was good with names." she grumbled to herself. "I'll just call you Shark(Akula) for now. Are you okay with that?" As if the shark could understand her, it snuggled into her side. "I will take that as yes."
"Mother Russia!" She looked back to see Duncan running towards her. "We're getting to the second part of the challenge, weren't you listening?" The blank stare she gave him said it all.
"I vas more concerned over Akula." She said, absentmindedly petting said shark.
"Aku-what?"
"Akula." She repeated. "It means shark in Russian. I figured I vould name little shark who saved me."
"You're naming your shark 'Shark'?" He asked, an amused smile spread across his face.
Her face flashed red. "I could not zink of anyzing original," she mumbled. "Do you have any ideas?"
"How about Jaws?" He said with an amused smirk, and a roll of his eyes. This was met with a blank stare from Sasha.
"Vat do his jaws have to do vith anyzing?" She was confused. Why would he come up with Jaws of all things?
There was an awkward silence between them. Duncan looked at her, trying to figure out if she was messing with him. Sasha just stood there waiting patiently for an explanation. "You've... never seen Jaws? Or even heard of it?" To his amazement, she shook her head. "How could you not? It's a classic!"
She figured out he was probably referring to a movie, at least he most likely was. She shifted her attention to anywhere but him. "I have only been in country for zree years. I am not going to vatch every single 'classic' in existence." It wasn't until now that she noticed they were the only people on the beach. "You said everyvone else is vaiting for us, da?"
"Oh yeah," It just dawned on him that they actually had to do a challenge. "This isn't over Mother Russia," he said, before walking away to where she assumed the other campers were.
'Vat isn't over?' She decided to leave this comment in her head. She bid Akula farewell and ran to catch up with Duncan. She, along with the rest of the contestants, changed into a set of clothes that they brought with them. She was relieved to be fully clothed, she wasn't a fan of showing her body. 'At least Akula and his adorable friends took mind off it.'
When everyone was dressed, both teams set off towards the campsite. The Screaming Gophers went their merry way to the campsite, while The Killer Bass were having trouble getting along. Duncan was kicking his crate, DJ was tossing it every now and then, others were pushing, and some were pulling. Sasha was awkwardly holding her crate. Seeing as the crates were almost as big as she was, she was holding it in a way that it was leaning on one side of her body, so she could see what was ahead of her by peeking over the side. It may feel uncomfortable, but it would be quicker to carry it than to push. Eva seemed to have the same idea, but didn't bother looking ahead of her. Sasha kept a lookout in case Eva ran into something.
"Ow!" Courtney yelped. Sasha craned her head back towards the tan girl, concerned about her well-being.
"Are you okay?" She questioned.
"I think I've got a splinter." She said. Eva's eye twitched slightly, before she dropped her crate and stormed towards the preppy girl.
Eva roughly picked up Courtney's crate. "Shut up and pick up your crate!" She slammed it down in front of the girl and glared, one half of her uni-brow perked up as if daring her to fight back. "Chicken."
"Hey!" she cried out indignantly. "I'm the only one here with CIT camping experience here! You need me!" Eva and DJ exchanged skeptical looks, before they started moving their crates again.
Sasha continued her awkward method of carrying the crate, but decided to spark up a conversation with the tan girl. "I am unfamiliar viz vat CIT means."
"It means Counselor in Training," Courtney said, a proud smile engulfing her face, as she pushed her crate along. "I was training for a while now. If I didn't get on the show, I would've been a real counselor at a summer camp."
"Zat is good!" Sasha cheered. "Our team vill have advantage, da? Vat made you vant to be a counselor?" Sasha held a respect for camp counselors, if they could endure children with their sanity still in check.
"It looks great on a resume." Courtney said without hesitation. "I'm the top of my class, with plenty extracurricular activities under my belt. Colleges look for these things. I figured working with kids would be pretty easy."
Sasha looked at her incredulously "Have you vorked viz children yet?" Sasha asked. She had a feeling what the answer was, if she expected it to be easy.
This time she did hesitate, albeit slightly. "No... But working with children could't be that hard, could it?"
"It depends on children. I vas filled vith great relief venever siblings and cousins left for camp. Zough, I cannot help but vorry for who takes care of zem. I vould not vish zat fate on cruelest enemies." Sasha gave a shiver just thinking about what kind of hell her brothers have put counselors through.
"Really? What could they have possibly done?" Courtney looked skeptical. Surely children couldn't do anything that bad...
"Zey are pranksters, of high intensitity. Many counselors needed zerapy after trouble trio. Zey even corrupted sveet little Ivan and Irina in helping viz zeir master plans." She shivered at the memories. The children made counselors' lives hell. It's a wonder how they were never kicked out of camp.
Courtney looked bewildered at the very thought of what could've been done. "Wow... Wait, how many siblings do you have?"
"Total of tvelve, viz anozer vone on vay." She said this with the utmost nonchalance, as if she were discussing the weather. "Eight are younger, Zree are older, and I have tvin sister."
"How do you have so many?!" Courtney asked, she was practically gaping. Courtney's reaction kind of reminded her of Brook's when she first told him, only Courtney didn't faint.
"Vell, ven Mama and Papa love eachoz-" She'll admit, Brook might be influencing her.
"I know that!" Courtney snapped. Sasha's smile reflected her amusement, seeing the girl so flustered. "I mean, how can your family take care of so many?"
"I have big family, my family has alvays been like zat for generations . More children, more help in business. Mama loves children. Ve are used to it, it vould be veird vizout being around so many people."
"Family business?" Courtney asked curiously. "Do you live on a farm or something?"
"Nyet. Ve own circus. It has been in family for generations. Have you heard of Kusnetsov family circus?"
"Sorry I haven't, but that explains what you did back at the dock," she said, referring to how the girl leaped and somersaulted to the dock's sturdy side . "What did you do in the circus?"
"Several zings. Ve all are trained in multiple acts, in case vone of us gets sick or injured. I mainly play viz adorable animals, I have been since I vas little girl. For some reason people seem to find playing viz tigers and lions entertaining." Sasha gave a shrug, well as much as she could while holding her crate. "I occasionally breaze fire or zrow knives. I can do ozer zings, but I mostly stick viz zese zings. "
Tyler dropped his crate with a grunt, causing everyone's heads to turn towards the noise. "I've gotta take a wizz" He announced, before ceremoniously walking to the woods.
Eva set her crate down as well. "Hurry up, we're already behind." She groaned.
"Ooh! I have to go too" Katie said.
"You do? Oh my gosh, me too!" Sadie cheered. The two skipped their way into the woods, while the others waited.
Sasha set down her crate, and sat down on it. She stared blankly into space, until she spotted a bee. She spent a few minutes following the bee with her eyes. Courtney did the same, but decided to kill it by slapping it on her face.
"Ow!" she cried, her face bewildered. "I think something just bit me!" Sasha stood up to take a closer look.
"I zink bee stung you." Sasha's face held nothing but concern, as she examined the girls face."You're not allergic, are you?" Courtney shook her head, and Sasha's eyes continued to scan her face, until she spotted the stinger protruding from her skin . "It's stinger is lodged in face. Vould you like help in getting it out?"
Courtney attempted to get it out with her nails, to no avail. She only succeeded in making it go deeper. She resigned and said,"Yes, if you can."
Sasha looked at her nails, before sighing when she realized they weren't long enough to get it out. "I vill be using dagger to get stinger out. I apologize, but my nails are not long enough to attempt it." Sasha took out five daggers from the pockets of her cargo pants, observing the shape each one was in. She chose one with that had one bladed edge, putting away all the others, and gently held Courtney's face with her free hand. "I am using back of blade. Zis vill not hurt you, unless you move too much. Close eyes if you have to."
Courtney closed her eyes instantly, and prepared herself for the worst. Sasha simply made small movement, and the stinger was out. She pocketed the dagger. "It is done, zough zere may be svelling later." The albino girl backed off and plopped herself on the crate once more.
Courtney ran a hand over her eye, still feeling the slight pain from the sting, but relieved that the offending object was taken out. "Thanks." She said, and she honestly meant it. She took a seat alongside to the albino girl on the giant crate and they quietly waited for the three to come back from their bathroom break.
Brook POV
"29 bottles of pop on the wall, 29 bottles of pop!" Brook cheerfully sang with the rest of his team, in his faux-girl voice. He skipped happily alongside his new friend, Leshawna, while doing so. "If one of those bottles should happen to fall, 28 bottles of pop on the wall!"
"Hey, look!" Beth yelled. "There's the camp grounds!
"That was easy!" Owen said, amazed that all they had to do was just take a joyful walk.
Cody nodded in agreement. "I'm pleasantly surprised."
"Finally! Took you guys long enough." Chris complained, sprawled accross a lawn chair. He stood up and cleared his throat. "Next part should seem easy enough, open your crates. But there's a catch-"
"I knew it was too good to be true. I just knew it!" Leshawna resigned, groaning at the thought of a 'catch', especially since Chris is calling the shots. She's only known him for a day and knows he can't be trusted "Ain't no way the challenge would be one little walk on the beach. Noooo, there's gotta be a catch."
Brook huffed. "Why can't it just be normal, where you guys just build a hot tub that my glamorous self can enjoy. I can't even enjoy it without my little sister with me." He whined. "Instead, I'm stuck with the hussie over there." A pout crossed his features, as he begrudgingly pointed his thumb at Heather. Some of them gasped, a few grinned, Justin was looking at his reflection, and Chris looked annoyed before he tried to continue the sentence. "The rest of you are good though."
"It's not even that muc-" Chris attempted to say, before he was interrupted yet again by a snarling Heather.
"Who are you calling a hussie, little trannie?"
'Too easy.' Brook smirked. "The stuck up half-naked asian girl that's pulling an ugly face." At that moment, he looked like he made the most brilliant discovery in the world. "Honey, I now know why you want the money." He gave her a pat on the head mockingly. "You're getting money to make yourself look pretty, you make me so proud! It will take a lot of work, but you may look decent-looking someday."
"If you would just le-" Chris tried, looking pretty annoyed.
Heather just flushed red with rage. "I look better than you, you prissy little fairy-boy!"
"You two are wast-"
"I beg to differ, Mohawk-boy seemed to find me prettier." He said with a smirk. "And you need better comebacks. You sound like a cliche teen movie."
"Can you sto-" Chris was getting pissed.
"I will end you!" Heather shrieked. "I will rip off the last tiny thing that makes you man!"
"This is getting ann-"
"Aw~" Brook cooed. "Did someone forget her favorite battery-powered friend?"
"WILL YOU GUYS STOP INTERRUPTING ME!" Chris yelled, silencing everyone. Heather froze in her position of attempting to lunge at Brook, who was taking on a defensive position. "Seriously, it's really annoying! What is it with you people and interrupting me today. Now." He said, attempting to calm himself down. Brook was beaming, having pretty much won the argument, while Heather huffed and crossed her arms. "The catch is that you can't use your hands or your legs, you can only use your teeth to open the crates. We can't have it too easy for you." He walked to a red ATV that was on the beach. "I'm gonna look for the other team. To make sure you guys don't cheat, I'm leaving you with Chef as your babysitter. Anybody who uses their hands will be disqualified." With that note, he left the Gophers to themselves. Chef came sometime while the two were having their argument and just plopped into Chris's lawn chair.
"So, anybody have ideas on what to do?" Trent spoke up, seemingly eager about a team effort.
"Anybody have a set of chompers that can break through wood?" Noah drawled apathetically. He looked like he could care less about building a hot tub, which in Brook's mind was phenomenal. He then registered what he said.
"I might!" Brook chirped. The others looked at him weirdly, with the exception of Justin who was still mesmerized by his reflection. "It depends on how strong the wood is. Auntie Kat's cooking is essentially like eating concrete, so this shouldn't be too bad."
*confessional*
"Sorry Auntie Kat. Please don't take those words to heart. Your cooking is amazing!" Brook said with a fake smile plastered across his face, his eyes closed so they wouldn't betray his emotions. He didn't want to piss off Sasha's mom. The Russian woman was a force to be reckoned with when she was angry, especially with the added hormones from the pregnancy. Knowing her, she would lay in wait until he won the competition. "In fact, it's what I miss the most since I've gotten here..." He had to hold back a grimace at the lie.
*confessional*
He took an experimental bite out of one of the crate's corners. It gave way and he had a sizable chunk in his mouth, before he spat it out. He continued the process until his crate completely collapsed. With his done, he looked around at the others.
Some of the others were working on the crates. Izzy was using a rope to try to pull it open, Noah and Trent were working on a crate together. Owen was finishing up his crate quickly, as if it were food. Heather and Lindsay were just sitting around doing their makeup, which made Brook glare in their direction. ' If I can sacrifice the lipstick on my glamorous lips, they can sacrifice theirs.' His gaze shifted to the man of his dreams, who was gazing intently at his reflection, again. 'You're okay though, my gorgeous future husband!' He mentally squealed.
"Excuse me." Snapped Brook out of his fantasies of his dream wedding. He turned to see Beth trying to get his his attention. "Would you mind helping me with my crate? I'm not sure if I can use my teeth. It might ruin my braces..." Brook mentally squealed again. The awkward nerdy girl was so adorable! Beth reminded him of how awkward Sasha was when they first met.
"Sure thing, honey! I'll help you out!" He chirped. In about ten minutes he had Beth's crate broken down. "There you go!" He cheered, before trying to moving his jaw around to somehow relieve the soreness. 'I gotta know the Hussie's secret. How not to have an aching jaw after 20 minutes with wood in my mouth.'
'Zat is not very nice' One side of his mind said, the one he labeled as his conscience. When he doubted something, he'd have a habit of arguing with himself. This side of his mind, for instance, was voiced by Sasha. Because his little sister was so angelic~. If it got too bad, he'd start picturing the cliche devil and angel on his shoulders, angel being Sasha in an flowy white dress and a glimmering halo atop her adorable head, and the devil being Johnny Depp in a sexy tight devil outfit. Seriously, who wouldn't want a tiny Johnny Depp on their shoulder? He's dead sexy for a 52-year-old man. 'For all you know she could be nice, normal girl. It is not nice to assume zings. Vat vould Sasha zink?'
'She would be disappointed in me.' He thought, sulking a little. 'And then she'd gush about animals to make me feel better.'
'But the hussie deserves it.' Johnny Depp said 'She's over there doing her makeup, while your glamorous self has to do the grunt work. She had the nerve to complain about her hair earlier. Even you're not that shallow.'
'You're right.' Brook agreed, glaring at the girl as she just yawned and watched as everyone worked, not caring at all about the challenge.
'Of course I'm right, I'm you.' Johnny Depp did a hair-flip in the recesses of his mind, something Brook would normally do. Brook just stared dumbly into space, as he processed that thought, before shaking his head abruptly in an attempt to get that image out of his head. Johnny Depp and hair-flipping do not mix. Well maybe when he was Willy Wonka... But other than that, nope.
"Gir- I mean boy. Would you mind helping me with this?" Leshawna called, snapping him out of his reverie.
"Coming!"
Sasha POV
Tyler was back quickly, so everyone was waiting on Katie and Sadie. After about ten minutes, the two girls walked back in satisfaction, their faces practically beaming. Sasha and Courtney got to their feet. Sasha grabbed her crate in her previous awkward hold, and Courtney was subconsciously caressing her eye.
"All better?" Eva asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"Yup." Katie simply stated.
"Can we go now?" Courtney asked. "I think my eye is swelling up."
"Ve probably should get to camp..." Sasha agreed. In her field of vision, she happened to see the two girls pushing their crate, and happened to notice the skin of their legs starting to look a little red. 'Is it healzy, being zat red?' She didn't know. She never really paid attention to what normal skin was like, or when she should be concerned or not. She didn't know if red was a good thing or bad thing on legs. 'Maybe zey sat on somezing wrong...' She did a mental shrug, since her arms were full of crate. It couldn't be that bad...
Katie and Sadie were saying something to each other that she couldn't hear, and the group was enveloped in silence once more. About twenty minutes passed by of comfortable silence. Everyone was carrying/pushing/kicking their respective crates. Sasha was doing her awkward hold wile enjoying the sounds of nature around her.
"Okay I have to scratch!" Sadie cried. Both of the girls started scratching their bottoms. Sasha turned her head to the sound of a motor that started coming towards them. Sasha decided to give her self a small break and set the crate down.
The others moved out of the way when Chris drove in on his red ATV parking a few feet behind the scratching girls. "You guys are way behind the other team." He said. "Like, way behind. What's the problem?"
"Their butts are itchy." Courtney said in a matter-of-fact tone, crossing her arms and just staring at Chris. Sasha felt concerned since her eye was almost swollen shut because of the bee sting.
Chris yelped at the sight. "Oh my boxers that's bad!" This caused Courtney to cover her eye self-consciously, and for Sasha to feel confused.
'Is 'oh my boxers?', common phrase?' She wasn't an expert in Canadian slang, but she'd never heard of that saying.
Bridgette looked thoughtfully at the two girls. "Did you guys squat down when you peed in the woods?" She had her finger on her face in thought. Sasha could tell she had something in mind when she asked that question.
"Yeah..." Katie confirmed.
"Did you happen to notice what kind of plants you squatted over?"
"They were kinda oval-shaped... and green... and all over the place." Sadie said, her and Katie still furiously scratching.
"Were they low to the ground?" Bridgette asked, using her and to emphasize. "About this big?" She used her hands to demonstrate. It finally dawned on Sasha what happened to them. What were the plants called again? Her brothers had the same problem when playing in the woods behind their house.
FLASHBACK, about 3 years prior.
They were just enjoying a summer day on their back porch. Sitting at outside tables, 13-year-old Sasha was sipping lemonade in the shade while 13-year-old Brook was talking animately with her. Her paternal grandmother Olga, who was also albino, was sitting with them.
She admittedly didn't change much since back then. She was still wearing baggy, comfortable clothes in darker colors back then. The only difference look-wise was that her hair was longer (ending at her upper back), and she wore eye-glasses with shaded lenses.
Brook was very different. This was before he actually went too into the cross-dressing habits, and before he died his hair. He wore a light-blue unzipped zip-up hoodie over a white T-shirt, and a white denim mini-skirt. His hair was black, and cut at the nape of his neck with his bangs framed his face. He didn't wear as much make-up back then, just a layer of clear, blue-raspberry flavored lip-gloss.
Their families were hanging out with each other, enjoying a sunny day. The mother's and her 19-year-old sister Anastasia were sitting out in the sun, having casual conversation, watching the kids play in the backyard. Sasha's father, Igor, and her 21-year-old brother Sergei were cooking food for everyone.
Sofiya, Sasha's twin sister, was teaching the younger sisters acrobatic moves. Sofiya looked exactly like Sasha, only she had color. She had blue eyes, tan skin, and had strawberry-blonde hair put into a high pony-tail. She was dressed in a navy-blue leotard.
Their 9-year-old sister, Alisa, was copying the moves almost perfectly while dressed in a light-green leotard. 6-year-old Irina was stumbling a bit while dressed in a pink one.
Her 4-year-old brother Ivan and her 2-year-old sister Dariya were playing with Brook's family dog, Sergeant Fluffy, giggling and cheering at the dog's antics.
"Mama! We're all itchy!" 9 year-old Alexey yelled, running out of the woods. The rest of the trouble trio ran out, all covered in blotchy red skin. The trouble trio consists of Andrei, Alexey, and Artem, who were part of a quadruplet set with Alisa. The three boys looked almost exactly the same, with the exception of the eyes. Andrei has blue eyes, Alexey has green eyes, and Artem had heterochromia (mis-matched eyes) with both colors.
"Whatever he just said, it wasn't our fault!" 13-year-old Brick yelled out as he ran out of the woods. Sasha's 16-year-old brother, Dmitry, ran out after him.
"What happened to my little darlings?!" Katya, Sasha's mother, shrieked. "This must be a bad omen! What did my sons do to get this way? Why must they be punished this way?!" Sasha just stared awkwardly as her mother started hysterically crying. She probably should be used to her mother's mood swings, but it still got to her sometimes. Her mother was currently pregnant with Viktor/Viktoria (they didn't know the gender yet). Her mother's paranoia was even worse with the pregnancy hormones added.
Sarah McArthur was quick to calm down the woman. "Katya, you need to calm down." She said in a slow, soothing voice."Take deep breaths. Iiiiiiin. Ouuuuuuut. Iiiiiiiiin. Ouuuuuut." The Russian woman followed the advice. " The boys probably accidentally rolled in some Poison Ivy. It's nothi-"
"POISON?! MY BABIES ARE POISONED! WHAT DO I DO?!"
Ms. McArthur grabbed the pregnant woman's shoulders and shaked her roughly. "I don't know what you just said, but the boys are fine. They just need a cold shower and Calamine lotion, and they'll feel better soon. In a few days they'll be free of the rash." She let go of Katya's shoulders and walked toward the infected boys." I'll take the boys to my house so we can get some lotion."
"Zank you, Sarah." Katya said with an accented voice.
FLASHBACK OVER
"You guys squatted on Poison Ivy." Bridgette said, clearly amused at this.
The two froze. "What do we do?! Oh no!" Katie and Sadie cried.
Chris was laughing hysterically. "No way! That's awesome."
Sasha stared incredulously as the girls started rubbing their asses against the said, like Sergeant Fluffy used to do when he had fleas.
"Somebody help us!" Sadie cried.
"Get in vater quvickly." Sasha said, and the two looked toward her. "You have only been infected for few hours. Cold vater should slow down effects. I can give you Calamine lotion ven ve get to camp site."
"Why do you have Calamine lotion?" Duncan asked, perking up a side of his unibrow. In the background the girls rushed to the lake, and plopping in the cold water.
"Mama is paranoid person." Sasha said with a sheepish smile. "Half of belongings I brought consist of medical supplies. I practically have half of hospital in duffel bag."
"You guys are like 20 minutes away. You might wanna get a move on." Chris said, before riding off into the distance on his red ATV. Everyone went back to their crates, except the two itchy girls sitting in the lake.
Brook POV
Brook was applying cranberry-red lipstick as he was standing near the remains of Leshawna's crate. He was going to take a break from chewing wood, it was making his jaw ache tremendously.
"Hey! Check it out. I've got wood!" Owen cheered.
"I've got some tools here" Trent said, pulling out a wrench and hammer. "And what looks like a pool-liner." He said, while pulling out a tarp.
Leshawna was sifting through the boxes remains, when the two girls who did absolutely nothing walked up to her. Brook closed the compact mirror he was using and glared dangerously at the two girls. He knew at least one of them was up to something, and he doubted the blonde was the mastermind. 'At least see vat zey vant. Zey may not be bad.' His inner Sasha said. He huffed, but softened the glare at the thought, but only slightly.
Leshawna was also staring at them suspiciously. There is a good reason to be suspicious, when the obviously snobby girl is coming to you with a big smile on her face.
"I just wanted to say." She started, the friendly smile never reaching her face. "I didn't mean all that stuff I said about you being a ghetto rap star wannabee, or about you being a fairy-boy." Brook could tell she was lying. Her eyes didn't quite match her fake smile. "And I love your earrings, they're so pretty." She said to Leshawna.
"Straight up?" Leshawna asked. "Well... I'm sorry for pushing you off the cliff and all." There was no way Leshawna could fall for this. Brook sincerely hoped she didn't.
"No worries. I needed a push." That fake smile was really starting to grate on his nerves. "Truce?" She almost held out her hand to shake, but Leshawna offered to fist-bump her.
"Yeah. Yeah, You got it." Heather stared dumbly at the fist for a second before doing the fist-bump. The two of them parted ways, Lindsay following after Heather and Brook following after Leshawna.
Leshawna looked pretty satisfied with herself, which made Brook hesitant to say this. "You know she was probably faking it, right?"
"Gir- I mean boy."
"You can just call me girl, I take it as a compliment."
"Girl, do I look stupid to you?" She said with a raise of her eyebrow. "I ain't gonna let that snooty girl play me." She huffed.
"And this is why I like you." He said, putting an arm around the girl's shoulder. "Now I think those guys over there need our help."
Leshawna was went inside the box one of the others opened earlier, while Brook patiently stood outside of it. Izzy was hammering nails into the box for some reason, when the other team finally arrived.
"Finally." Harold sighed, as they set the crates down. The very second Sasha set her's down, Brook ambushed her in a death hug.
"I've missed you so much! It's been far too long since we've last seen each other!." Brook squealed, crushing her to his chest.
"It has only bee zree hours since ve have seen each ozer." She choked out. "Can you let go? I need to get zings from cabin."
"Hey aren't you missing a couple of white girls? Leshawna asked.
"Oh yeah, the twins." Brook said, releasing an oxygen-deprived Sasha from his hold. "The ones with the cute matching outfits."
They looked around for a second, before Courtney hesitantly said, "They're getting a drink."
Harold muttered something to Ezekiel, but Brook figured he didn't want to know when he heard the word 'butts.' Ezekiel snickered at whatever it was that he said.
Leshawna was gaping when she saw Courtney's eye. "Ooh." She grimaced. "What happened to your eye, girl?"
Courtney immediately covered it with her hand. "Nothing!" She quickly said. "Just an allergy."
"I think it's getting worse." Ezekiel commented, which caused Courtney to feel the need to whisper something at him.
"I'm going to cabin." Sasha said. "Vould you like somezing for your eye, Courtney?"
"No, it's okay. go on ahead." Courtney replied. And with that, his little sister was off to the girl's cabin. Brook decided to follow after her, as an excuse to see her.
"What are you looking for, anyway?" He asked as she sifted through the contents of her duffel bag.
"Calamine lotion. Katie and Sadie got Poison Ivy vile using bazroom, and are vaiting in lake." She said, still looking.
"Doesn't that bring me back." Brook murmured with a nostalgic smile. "Remember the Poison Ivy fiasco three years ago?"
"Da. I vas zinking of it earlier. Found it!" She took out an industrial-sized bottle of Calamine lotion. "I vill be on my vay."
Brook enveloped her in another death hug. "I will miss my little sister so much!" He squealed.
"I need to be gone for you to miss me. I need to breaze!" The girl cried. He reluctantly released her, and she sprinted out of the room to go after the girls.
He left the cabin and decided to help his team with the hot tub.
Sasha POV
**Insert hot tub building montage**
The tubs were finished and Sasha could safely say... her team was gonna lose. The Gopher's hot tub was something out of a catalogue, while the Bass's was held together with nothing but duct tape. 'Maybe he vould choose us for having vone viz character...' She was really scraping the bottom of the barrel for a shred of optimism. Only an idiot would choose one for that reason.
Both teams stood there awaiting the criticism as Chris glanced back and forth between the two, as if the choice wasn't obvious. He zeroed in on the Gopher's hot tub before announcing with arms raised,"This... is an awesome hot tub!" The Gophers erupted in cheers, Brook engulfed the nearest person in a death-hug, which happened to be Leshawna, and Owen spontaneously burst out from under the water. Sasha was just relieved that Brook didn't suffocate her. He's been crushing her into death-hugs constantly today.
When the Gophers' cheers died down, he made his way to the Bass's pool. Her teammates gasped as he neared. The water was leaking from the bottom, and there was a seagull choking on a six-pack soda ring. She blinked and registered that last observation. 'Little bird, I must save you!' Before she could, however, Chris touched it with his finger, testing the strength. It collapsed, not before squirting him directly in the face. The bird unfortunately drifted off down the stream, before flying away with the ring still around its neck. She hoped the bird would be okay, that the bird wasn't inconvenienced because of the plastic.
"I think we have a winner here." Chris said, looking back and forth between the teams, probably awaiting the cheers of the obvious winners or just to build suspense. When no one cheered he announced, "The Screaming Gophers!" The Gophers immediately cheered, while the bass looked down sullenly. "Gophers! You're safe from elimination and you get to rock this awesome hot tub for the rest of the summer. Bonus!" He added, pointing to the camera."Killer Bass! What can I say?Sucks to be you right now. I'll see your sorry butts at the bonfire tonight."
"We won!" Lindsay cheered. "We all get to stay here for another three days!" This brought on even more cheers from the team. Owen even climbed out of the hot tub to join them. Sasha averted her eyes from the naked teen. She felt a little sorry for any children at home, even if his privates were likely censored.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he cheered. "YES! We get to staaay! We get to staaay! We are so awesome! We won the contest!" Although she couldn't see it, he was doing a dance, and engulfed Lindsay and Heather in a naked hug.
**skip to dinner since I'm feeling lazy**
Chris announced that dinner was being served. The camper's quietly grabbed their food, probably to avoid another incident like that morning, and sat at their respective tables. The atmosphere was tense at the Bass's table, everyone was just looking at each other, wondering who to vote off. Well everyone except Sasha, who was calmly eating her paste in her spot between Courtney and Eva.
The brave soul to break the tense atmosphere was Katie. "So...uh... What do we do now?" She said hesitantly.
"We have to figure out who we're gonna vote off." Courtney said.
"Well I think it should be princess." Duncan said, pointing his thumb at Courtney. "Or the brick house here," He said, pointing his other thumb at DJ.
"What?!" Courtney shrieked. "Why?!"
"Because, unless I'm mistaken, you guys are the only one wearing chicken hats. And if we ever have to lift a truck, I like my odds with the big guy."
"Everybody has zeir own strengths." Sasha said, attempting to stick up for her new friend. "She does have experience viz camping, she could still be useful. You never know ven you vill need underdog."
"Exactly!" Courtney agreed, though a little peeved at being called an underdog. "You guys need me! I'm the only one-"
"We know!" Bridgette groaned with a roll of her eyes. "Who used to be a real CIT. So, who would you pick?"
Courtney looked around nervously, before pointing to Tyler. "What about him?!"
"No!" Lindsay cried, which made everybody in the room stop what they were doing to look at her. "I mean... No... salt!"She said nervously." There's no salt on the table. Bummer."
"Hey! At least he jumped off the cliff, chicken wing." Duncan pointed out.
"Shut up!" Courtney shouted. Sasha didn't like where this was going, she never did like fighting.
"Calm down." Sasha said, putting a hand on Courtney's shoulder. "Zere is no need to argue, ve can solve zis like reasonable people."
"Yeah." Geoff agreed. "Let's just chill out. This is getting way to heavy"
"I've had enough prison food for one day." Duncan said, standing up from his seat. "I'm gonna have a nap. Care to join, Mother Russia?"
"I vill pass. Do you mind if I have your food?" She said, reaching for the bowl anyway.
"Go nuts." He shrugged, making his way to the door.
"You can't do that! We haven't decided who's going yet!" Courtney cried. If they didn't decide now, she would probably get voted off.
"Well I just don't get why we lost, eh." Ezekiel said. Everyone turned towards the boy at the end of the table. "They're the ones that have six girls. Seven if you count the fruit-cake, eh" Everyone at the table was either gaping, gasping, or in Sasha's case, eating her second bowl of food. She didn't really care about the comment, words are just words. The other girls, however, didn't share her opinion.
Bridgette and Eva stalked their way to him. "What's that supposed to mean?" Bridgette said with a threatening edge in her voice.
"Yeah home-school." Eva bit out, banging her fist on the table, causing everything to shake. "Enlighten us."
Sasha frowned as her her food spilled on the table. Such a waste. She turned towards the commotion. She could sense a fight was going to arise. She stood up and made her way, determined to stop it. She didn't like unneeded violence, even if the guy was asking for it.
Ezekiel was practically asking to get his ass kicked. "Well, guys are much stronger and better at sports than girls are." You could practically feel the rage in the air. Eva and Bridgette's eyes widened with rage, Katie and Sadie choked on their food, and Courtney was just about to lunge at the boy, had Sasha not been holding her back. Even Sasha was mildly annoyed at the comment, but chose not to act on it. She could potentially kill him if she used her strength, and she didn't particularly feel like going to Juvie again. It was pretty boring unless the guards brought their adorable (attack) dogs.
At this point, the guys were beginning to back away from the table in fear of pissing off the girls. "Oh snap!" Geoff said with a laugh. "He did not just say that!"
Ezekiel proceeded to dig his own grave. "My dad told me to look out for the girls here, eh. And help them in case they can't keep up." Courtney was getting even more furious, as she was tried to get out of Sasha's hold. Sasha kept her arms firmly looped around the smaller girl's, not being hindered in the slightest.
"Let go!" she yelled. "Let me at him! That sexist pig!"
"Even if he deserves it, we could do zis in more civilized vay." The Russian girl said calmly. The annoyance actually diminished with the last comment. Ezekiel's beliefs were sexist because of biased parenting, no amount of pain would change that. "We can just simply vote him off. After zis, you should not have vorries over being voted off."
Courtney stopped struggling. She was right. Ezekiel was sure to be voted off at this point.
Meanwhile, Eva got pissed to the point of grabbing the boy by the neck and lifting him up. "Still think we need help keeping up?" She hissed. Sasha quickly let go of Courtney in favor of calming down Eva.
"Not really" Ezekiel gasped.
"Calm down comrade." Sasha said, grasping Eva's shoulder. "Violence is not answer to life's problems." Even if Ezekiel deserved it. Eva let go of the boy, making him fall to the floor.
"Okay, guys." Geoff said with his arms up in surrender, not wanting to piss the girls off. "Let's give him a break. I mean... At least he doesn't think that guys are smarter than girls."
Sasha could tell by the dumb look on the home-schooled boy's face, that he thought otherwise. "But they are..." He said. Sasha didn't even bother stopping the violence at this point. She just simply let the boy at the girls' mercy, and left the main lodge.
She thought about catching up on her sleep since Brook kept her up all night with excited rambling, but decided against it. She didn't want to lash out on the poor soul that had to wake her up for eliminations. She has a habit of reacting violently to being woken up.
She decided on visiting her little animal friend, Akula. She ran to the beach, stripped her clothing, leaving the swimsuit she wore underneath, and swam until she found the beloved shark. Not before long Akula and his school of friends surrounded her. She heard a splash and saw a tied up Ezekiel being thrown into the water, the rest of the bass girls looked pretty satisfied with themselves from where they were standing on the dock.
Ezekiel looked scared out of his wits as Akula's friends started circling around him. Sasha decided to take pity on the boy. She grabbed him, and swam him to the beach.
"Make your way to the bonfire pit!" Chris voice rang out from a megaphone. "It's time for someone to get voted off!" With a farewell to the sharks, she made her way to the campfire ceremony.
*confessional*
"My vote is for Ezekiel." Sasha said, dressed in her normal clothes again. "His comments vill get himself killed."
*confessional*
The Killer Bass were sitting on the stumps at the Bonfire pit. All the girls, with the exception of Sasha who was sitting on her stump next to Duncan, were glaring at the soaked Ezekiel.
"What sis I miss?" Duncan asked Sasha, when he noticed the hostility.
"Ezekiel made series of sexist comments. In his eyes vomen are veaker, vorse at sports, and dumber zan men." She explained.
"Dude, you've got a lot to learn about the real world." He said to Ezekiel.
"Killer Bass." Everyone turned their attention to the host, who was holding up a plate of marshmallows. "At camp, marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you enjoy roasting by the fire. At this camp, marshmallows represent life. You've all cast your votes and made your decision. There are only eleven marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper that does not receive their marshmallow tonight must immediately walk down the dock of shame to catch the boat of losers. That means you are out of the contest... and you can't come back." He widened his eyes dramatically, which caused some of the others to follow suit. "Ever. The first marshmallow goes to Geoff." He ran up to Chris and stuck his on a stick. "Tyler." He cheered and followed after Geoff. Chris continued to list of the others. "Katie. Bridgette. DJ. Harold. Sadie. Duncan. Sasha." Sasha grabbed hers and popped it into her mouth. "Eva"
It was down to the final two, Courtney and Ezekiel. Sasha prayed that Ezekiel was kicked off, their teamwork would suffer if he stayed.
"Campers... This is the final marshmallow of the evening." He just stood there in silence for a few seconds, probably building up suspense. The last two were even shaking by how much suspense filled the air. He started moving his hand, dramatically pointing between the two, screwing with their heads until he finally stated," Courtney."
The girl sighed with relief as she joined the others.
"Can't say I'm shocked. I say you picking your nose, dude. Not cool. Dock of Shame is that way, bro." He said, ushering the guy away from the camp. "The rest of you enjoy your marshmallows. You're all safe... For tonight."
The Killer Bass went to their cabin. Sasha took the time to stop and be amused as Brook was dancing along with Noah, Owen, and Leshawna, before following the others. She changed into her pajamas, which were a pair of baggy flannel black, gray, and white camoflauge pajama pants and baggy black T-shirt. She dug through her bag, looking for the case for her contact lenses, contacts that not only improve her sight but also have UV protection.(1)
It's funny how when you look for something, you find an item you needed before. Sasha was internally cursing herself as she held a box of items she needed hours earlier.
Ear plugs.
Happy New Years everybody, I finally updated! My New Years Resolution is to attempt to update quicker, maybe set aside time to do a POV every day or every few days, to make shit go quicker.
(1) I looked it up, these actually exist.