Duncan: "Chef you aren't a doctor…!"
Chef: "Shuttup, ever heard of a low-budget production???"
Trent: "My god no…Gwen…c'mon baby wake up!"
Lindsay: "Why are they putting her on a stretcher?"
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Someone was holding her hand; it was very comforting and warm and enclosed her small palm almost entirely. Whoever it was –probably Trent- ran his thumb along her wrist in a nervous pattern, she was touched deeply. Trent was so worried about her…so troubled about her health. Gwen wanted to speak to him, to say it was going to be alright but she couldn't.
When she opened her eyes everything was distorted, the only thing she could make out were blurred colors. Sure enough Gwen recognized a manly physique and black hair…Trent.
"I'm alright…just tired…" she managed.
His words reached her ears only in bits and pieces. "Sor…work…my fault…forgive…Gwen…" it didn't sound like her boyfriend.
"Chris…? Chris…?" she said weakly.
*****
Chris was there and he held her hand. Camera crews weren't allowed inside the medic tent and Chef was outside making sure they knew that. The moment Chris heard Gwen was here he had rushed over making the excuse that she was a liability and he didn't want her to sue. So alone in the medic tent Chris watched over Gwen for hours until she made a coherent response.
He stretched one hand out and brushed a strand of blue hair from her damp fevered face, lingering slightly at her flushed cheek. "Yeah it's me…I came to check up on you…to make sure you haven't died or anything…I'd be fired if that was the case" he stated. She was so vulnerable right now, so weak and unprotected…and her skin was soft…like he imagined.
Chris get a hold of yourself, you're thinking dirty about a sick teen…Gwen…I want you…UGH
Involuntarily she leaned further into his cupped hand and closed her eyes. Even though he wasn't Trent it was comforting none the less. With her eyes closed she could imagine that hand belonging to anyone and at this moment she was thinking of Trent. Trent was the one at her side, Trent was the one comforting her and Trent was the one she…loved?
No. Maybe liked…
*****
"I'm so sorry Trent! That must suck for Jen to be sick!" Lindsay said. She perched in the seat of a folding chair.
"Gwen…" he sighed.
"Huh?" Lindsay scratched the back of her head.
"Her name is Gwen…not Jen…" he put his face into his upraised hands.
The blonde twirled a piece of long hair around her fingers and glanced at Trent. He kept sighing and muttering things to himself, she felt bad and he wanted to relax him. In a swift movement she swept behind Trent and firmly held him between her knees. Then she began to knead his shoulders. In an effort to change the subject she said "What do you think our next challenge is? I heard something about a prison I think…"
Trent tried to shrug away but he couldn't, so he gave in and relaxed. Chris. That name and that man brought a sour taste to his mouth. The rhythm of Lindsay's finger movements lulled him, his muscles loosened up and his breathing slowed down. "Hmm…a prison…" he groaned. Her manicured fingers crawled down the back of his shirt, poking into just the right places. 'Up…up…" Trent smiled. This feeling was nice…it was good and pleasurable. Lindsay's fingertips danced around his flesh sending little sparks of pleasure wherever they went. He breathed even slower than before until well…until…
*****
"Geoff my friend I have an honest question to ask you" Justin strolled next to him and Bridget. "Yeah brah, shoot" Geoff chuckled as he held Bridget's hand firmly in his own. Justin tried to think of a way to say it "Erm…you and your girlfriend are on totally diff teams aren't you worried? I mean look at Gwen and Trent". Bridget glared angrily "That wouldn't get in the way of our relationship! Would it???" Geoff nodded his head in agreement although obviously lost in thought. Justin smiled. That was all he needed to say. With a small wave he walked off contentedly.
Confessional: Justin- "This game is going to be in the bag; once the couples are turned against each other it'll be easy as pie. Did you know pie is good for your complexion by the way???"
*****
NEXT DAY
The Gaffers and Grips stood on their respective sides while waiting for Chris to make an elaborate entrance.
They waited…
And waited…
Watched prop tumbleweed rolled by…
Waited a bit more…
Sat a while…
"Screaming Gaffers and Killer Grips!!!" Chris yelled from a megaphone nearby. The (actors/campers?) all looked around until Beth yelled "He's up there! Look!" Chris sure enough was standing on the top of one of the prop buildings, in a swift movement he jumped off. "OH HELL NOOO!" LaShawna screamed "THAT FOOLS GONNA KILL HIMSELF!!!!"
Chris did a few turns in the air and laughed until he hit the ground.
Both the Gaffers and Grips cringed and turned away, Beth and Lindsay both screamed along with Harold, Duncan kept his eyes peeled. Seemingly the ground where their host had landed was solid concrete, but upon closer inspection it turned out to be an air bag that was painted gray and potted into the sidewalk. Chris got up "Man! You guys are chickens! Ha ha…"he brushed himself off.
His costume change this time was, as always, a giant hint towards the movie genre challenge. This time he wore a black wife-beater and dark tattered gray cargos. He had ammo packs strapped to his belt and cool sunglasses. "Glad to see that my actors are up n' early!!!" he chuckled.
"Please tell me we are not doing that crazy shiiit…" LaShawna was still a bit shaken with bits of hair sticking up. "Most likely…but don't worry no harm will come to my princess…" Harold batted his eyelashes at her. "I ain't your princess Harold…" she sighed.
"BACK TO MEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Chris yelled into his megaphone. Once again when their ears stopped bleeding, full attention was given to our lovely host. "OK!!! Jeez…" Chris strolled over to a beautiful red car "What I was gonna say-"he began. "Is that a Viper? The newest model?!" Geoff was in awe. The guys rushed to the car, running over Chris in the process. Well all except Harold.
Confessional: Harold- "Honestly cars aren't that amazing…I mean they are like giant toys right??? But a dragon…now that's a ride…*drools*"
