A/N: Hey! Okay, so here's the thing. Next week, I have finals, then 2 days after I leave for film camp, come back for two days, then I'm gone the rest of the summer. So basically, what I'm trying to say is that my updates r going to be a lot slower over the next couple mothers :- ( sry. I either need to a) get wifi (still working on my parents to let me get that one) or b) figure out where the heck I can download the tdi episodes so I don't end up with a crapload of viruses on my computer, which is what has been happening latly. Also, I'm gonna b writing screeneplays this summer 2 film when I get back, so fanfic this summer isn't on my top priority list, but I promise I'll try my hardest to update!!! Anyways, this is a rly long a/n, so I'll get let you read the story now and rant at then end. Lol.

OH, and just one more thing(promise!) thanks to a request by Saara-chan, the next chap (dodge brawl) is almost all Dunca pov (except for the part where he falls asleep.)!!! Ask and you shall recieve! anyways, i'll let you read the chap now. hehe.

The Big Sleep

Courtney POV

That night I couldn't get to sleep, my thought kept wandering back to loosing the game to Duncan. I tossed and turned, my mind just too busy. I had looked like a fool our there, and I needed to get him back, not willing to let him get the better of me (he was a convict for crying out loud!).

After the loss, I realized I may have over reacted just a teeny bit. At dinner, I tried to make up for it, even apologizing to Geoff and DJ for snipping at them. Everyone was totally understanding, and didn't hold it against me. I guess the conflict between me and Duncan was more evident than I thought.

Even with less then three hours of sleep, I still woke up at five exactly. I was really starting to regret ever setting my alarm all those years, but it's not like I'm going to get in the tabloids by just sleeping the day away! I debated taking my cell with me to call Jen, weighing the pros and cons (pros, I would get to talk to Jen, cons, I could get kicked off the island, become a laughing stock across the nation, and therefore make no progress with my current money situation. Guess which one I chose?). I could easily picture Chris deciding to torment everyone by waking them all up ridiculously early, or at least early to them- I didn't see why they all needed to sleep so much, there was too much to do in the day!-, because he was just sadistic like that. And then I would get caught, sending my life back into the catastrophic downward spiral, once again. You really know your life is messed up when you last hope is winning a crazy ratings-hungry reality TV show with a host whose job is to make you life a living hell. Fame is a bitch.

I threw on a swimsuit under my cloths, incase I found a good swim spot besides our litter-ridden beach. With just a touch of make-up and a ponytail in my hair I was ready to go, deciding I could get ready properly when I got back. After all, everyone here was to lazy to get out of bed this early in the morning. At least, almost everyone.

Oh please don't let me run in to Duncan again. I'm not ready to deal with him yet.

I stopped by the Main Lodge, in desperate need of some coffee. Back in LA, I lived off of Stabucks, so I was relieved when I came to camp and found out that there was a coffee dispenser in the lodge, open to the use of the campers. I knew that there was a better coffee place around here somewhere, because I had seen Chris walking around with brand name cups. If fact, now that I thought about it, there had to be a whole other set of living spaces on the island for the crew.

They have to be living somewhere good if we never see them every off day. No wonder we had such crappy living spaces, they had saved all the good stuff for themselves! I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of this earlier. What cheapskates! But, there was nothing I could do about it.

Or is there… I thought, coming up with a plan. Maybe Bridgett and I could go snooping around camp later.

I put the ground coffee beans in the coffee dispenser (Chef wasn't even up yet to have done that) and started brewing the coffee. After a few minutes I could smell the it's sweet smell, and inhaled deeply.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh" I sighed, finally getting my coffee fix. Me going 2 whole days without a cup of coffee was like cutting off my air supply. It was simply a necessity of survival. And no, I was not addicted to coffee; I just couldn't go a day without it. The two were entirely different.

Once the coffee had finished brewing, I poured myself a cup, adding some diary-free creamer, and some of the Stevie I had brought with me (this natural sweeten Jen got me after throwing a hissy fit about how equal kills you brains cells and I was going to die. For such a quite person she can be really overdramatic sometimes). I took a big gulp, needing the caffeine boost. It defiantly wasn't Starbucks, but I could live with it. I put a bit more Stevia in to drown out the taste; I loved things overly sweet.

I downed a couple cups of coffee, taking one to go, and then walked outside, deciding to explore the island more. This time, I went on a trail that looked like it lead around the lake. I knew I couldn't walk the whole thing, but I could always turn around and come back the same way. I tried listening to the birds again, for about, oh two seconds maybe, and then put my headphones. It wasn't like I didn't think nature was beautiful, because it was, I'd just rather see the sunset behind a skyline then on the ocean. Plus, there was the whole getting animal crap stuck to your Jimmy Chu wedges thing, definitely not a turn on. It was almost impossible to look good here; dirt and sweat wasn't flattering on anyone, believe me.

After I got about I half an hour out, I stopped on another small beach by the lake, taking off my cloths to reveal my swimsuit. I laid out on the sand, working on my sun tan. I was perfectly still, letting my body soak up the rays. To anyone that passed by, I would have looked completely Zen; however I was really anything but. My mind was churning over a way to get Duncan back, and regain my statues as a leader. I had to make him loose so badly at something he would be humiliated, but what? I had already thought I would have crushed him in capture the flag, so what was left?

I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't hear the feet pounding on the trail behind me, until he let out a long an low whistle.

"Like the bikini, Princess." said Duncan, my whole body stiffening from the sound of his voice. I opened one eye to peek at him, and saw that to my delight he continued jogging on. But honestly I think the fact that he didn't stop just irked me even more then if he had. Did he not even care that he had enraged me to the point where I lost my mind?

Of course he doesn't, it's Duncan.

As for the bikini comment, that was kind of my fault. I had bought a tankini for the show, (which I had worn up on the cliff, and thank god I did. If I had been in anything less the tidal wave Owen made would have washed it away. Not exactly something you want broadcasted across the country.) thinking that Courtney Mahn wouldn't wear something so risqué like, say, the bright red bikini I was currently in.

After my encounter with Duncan, I just couldn't sit still anymore (although that could have been from the 5 cups of coffee this morning). I got up off the beach and put my cloths back on, going in the opposite directing I had seen Duncan going. I ran and ran until I couldn't go any faster, just needing to get this anger from him out of my system. But I didn't get very far, because back at the camp, a bull horn sounded.

Oh crap. I thought. Chris must have decided to wake everyone up early after all, which meant I didn't have very long to get back to camp. I couldn't be seen on television looking like this! Running had made me sweat, ruining my makeup, and I was in desperate need of a shower, with sand in places where it should defiantly not be.

I pulled my cloths back on ran back to camp as fast as I could, my panicked state temporarily taking my rage away. I grabbed my shower bag sprinted over to the bathrooms, taking the fastest shower of my teenage life. Although the fact that the water was ice cold helped too, everyone else having already used up the hot water. I put my hairdryer on it's highest setting, put on my make up as best I could, leaving me with just enough time to straighten my hair. When I looked at the finish product, I had to admit, I was pretty hot for only having 15 minutes to get ready (normally I took at least an hour. Perfection takes work.).

I walked out of the bathrooms and into the line the other campers had formed out in front of the cabins. Everyone was still yawning from waking up so early, but I on the other had was wide awake, just one of the many benefits of coffee.

"Hey, girl, where have you been all morning?" Lashawna leaned over and asked me, while we were still waiting for an explanation from Chris as to why he woke us up.

"Oh, I was just out for an early morning jog." I replied, leaving out the part about seeing Duncan.

"You woke up earlier then this? That's crazy! How the hell can you be so perky?"

"Oh, just a bit of coffee." No need to tell her just how much coffee it had taken.

The camera crew was setting up thier equipment, and even they looke exhasted. They finally finished adjusting thier tripods and extending thier boom poles, giving Chris the okay to start explaining the challenge.

"Morning! Hope you slept well." Chris said to all of us, walking into the frame. Did he have to rub it in? Oh wait, that's right, it was Chris, of course he did. I suddenly got the erg to rip his overly hair gelled head off.

"Hi Chris! You look really buff in those shorts." Heather told him, smiling brightly and being a suck up. She flipped her hair back and bounced on her heels, as if she didn't have a care in the world. She must have found the coffeemaker too.

"I know" Chris replied, winking at her. He loved the attention so much he didn't even care that it was fake. "Okay, I hope you all ready, because your next challenge begins in exactly one minute!" he tapped his watch, counting the seconds we had left.

"Oh excuse me. I don't know it that's enough time to eat breakfast." Owen said to Chris, worried at the thought of missing a meal. I honestly didn't get how he could look forward to that gruel Chef claimed was food. But it was Owen, and as I was learning he could eat anything. Literally. I think the guy would probably eat mud if he had to.

"Oh, you'll get breakfast Owen…" Chris told him, an evil looking smile creeping its way onto his face. Oh, this could not be good. "right after you complete your twenty kilometer run around the lake!" You've got to be kidding me. I can't run in heals! And 20 kilometers?!? This guy seriously wanted to kill us. And there was no time to change either, because we only had thirty seconds until the challenge started, and there was no way I was wasting any time changing. I had been a looser enough on this island to last me a lifetime. So much that shower.

Wait a minute. Something isn't right here. Why would Chris wake us up so early just for a 20 k run? True, Chris was the type to do something like that, but not without a good reason. There was a method to his madness, believe it or not. He had to be planning something else.

"Oh so you've got a sense of humor now. Well you know what I think would be funny-" Eva started, walking forward towards Chris, her fist drawn back for a punch. Thankfully before she could reach him, Geoff and Duncan came up and restrained her from moving any closer to him. Man this girl had a temper. I'm so glad I never get angry like that.

"Eva, try to control your temper!" I leaned over to whisper to her. We didn't need another to loose another member of our team, just because she couldn't keep her mouth shut at the right time.

"Your enjoying this aren't you?" Eva yelled at Chris, and I knew his answer before he said it.

"A little." Chris smirked at her, and let out a laugh, only making Eva angrier. She made another lunge at Chris, but Geoff and Duncan were able to hold her, making it look easy. Geoff was pry just showing off for Bridgett, and Duncan, well I don't think I need to explain that one.

"30 more seconds!" Chris exclaimed, pointing to his watch to emphasize his point. I put my iPod in my ears, which was still in my back pocket, using Genius to make an up beat playlist to keep me motivated. If I was going to have to run 20 freaking kilometers, I needed something to keep me moving.

A few people started to stretch, while others got down in starting position, until finally our time was up.

"All right campers. Three, two, one… go!" Chris counted off. Most people took off at a sprint, but people like Heather, Harold, and Gwen all lagged behind at a walk. I was one of the people sprinting in the very front, but I wasn't paying much attention to that. I was too focused on just running, and winning this thing. Granted, I wasn't all out sprinting, because I needed to pace myself, and we were only as fast as our slowest member anyways. Plus, something still seemed really funny about this challenge, like I had said before. Besides waking up early, a run around the lake (even if it was more of a marathon) wasn't really much of a challenge after the cliff dive and hot tube one. We just didn't need to work on a team for this one, which meant there was not much conflict. That would make this a boring show, and Chris was all about ratings.

I was still running as the water from the trail splashed my pants. The path was really muddy and wet, but I was trying hard not to think about it.

There goes my Jimmy Choo's

With the pace I was at, before I knew it I was already in the lead, cruising ahead of everyone else along with Duncan and DJ. I was keeping up easily with the two of them, none of us the clear leader.

Determine as I was for our team to win, I also wanted to beat Duncan. I started speeding up, passing him slowly, but it was enough.

He glanced over at me and smirked, starting to speed up too, so he was now passing me. This only made me speed up more, and seeing this Duncan chucked.

"Do you really want to get into this with me? Because your only going to loose again, Princess." he said.

"In your dreams Duncan!" Dispite the anger I had felt towards him earlier this morning, it came off rather playful. I even cracked a small smile, enjoying the adrenaline rush I got from competing with him.

"You know you are." he replied, winking at me. "Although you're usually not this fully clothed." He looked me up and down, nodding his head in approval. Oh, he did not just do that! Now I was furious at him. Did he always have to ruin my happy mood? I really had the motivation to crush him now.

"See you at the finish line!" DJ called over his shoulder from up ahead, taking us both by surprise. He must have snuck past us while we were talking. Duncan and I exchanged shocked glances, and then started running faster to catch up.

It was a close race, the three of us all taking turns being in the lead. We weaved through the forest, kilometers ahead of the competition. Once we got away from the lake, and back on the path to camp, the forest became thicker and harder to navigate. I was currently in the lead, but Duncan and DJ were so close behind me that it could easily change at any moment. I either needed to run faster, or get a plan. And considering my feet were already killing me from these wedges (yes, I was keeping up with the boys in wedged, so I was totally kicking their asses when you factor in the extra effort it required to keep up.) I was going to go with the later.

I figure I could somehow use the denseness of the forest to my advantage. So the next branch I passed, instead of ducking under it, I pulled it back and released, so it would fly straight into Duncan's face, since he was right behind me. Only, instead of smacking him, he ducked, causing it to whip DJ in the face instead.

"Owww!" DJ cried, as he toppled over.

"Sorry DJ!" I yelled back at him, too determined to beat Duncan to stop and help him. I broke through the trees, now neck and neck with Duncan, having lost my lead, but I couldn't let him win this, I just couldn't! I pushed myself even harder, drawing back my rage at him and putting it into my running. I slowly inched passed him, until finally we flew through the doorway to the Lodge, me just a foot in front of him.

"Yes, I won! " I cried, throwing my hands up in the air and dancing around a bit. I felt so ecstatic right now nothing could bring me down, and the smile on my face seemed to feel as if it was permanently etched there; I was just that happy about the win. All of this excitement had me full of energy, and I felt like the energizer bunny, like I could just keep going and going and going, despite my lack of sleep.

DJ came jogging in the room, no longer running since there was no need; he had already lost the race.

"Hey, nice job Courtney. Conrad's ." DJ told me, and gave me a high five. The happy energy was radiating off of my so strongly that he could immediately tell I had won.

"Thanks! And I'm really sorry about smacking you in the face with that branch." I told him, truly meaning it. "It wasn't meant to hit you." I shot a glare over at Duncan, but like always he seemed completely unfazed.

"Hey, don't get to full of yourself, sweetheart. We still have that rematch." Duncan said to me. I'm sure it was meant to annoy me, but in fact it had just the opposite effect, making me even happier that I was going to beat him again. Because I was going to win.

"I can't wait!" This caught him by surprise and I couldn't blame him, I was so far gone on cloud nine that everything seemed pleasant in my eyes at the moment. I did another little dance around the room before collapsing at one of the tables, and when I did, it was like all of my energy had instantly drained out of me.

I hadn't realized how tired I felt until I sat down. I had a major headache and my body was aching all over. To make things worse, the coffee had worn of. After workout pains + coffee crash = major sleepiness.

I'll be fine with a little more coffee… I thought, looking over at the coffee dispenser, or at least the spot where it should have been. In it's place was an out of order sign.

Okay, something just didn't seem right here. The coffee dispenser was old, but it was still in perfect working order. It could have been broken, but I doubt it.

Maybe Heather stole it to use all for herself? No, that wasn't right either, because the only other outlets were in the bathrooms and I didn't think she was going to use it in there.

Maybe… but I couldn't finish the thought, I was too exhausted to think straight.

Since the three of us had come in so far ahead of everyone else, we had plenty of time before they got back, and we found out who won the challenge. I decided to use the time to take my second shower of the day (since Chris had so rudely ruined the point of my first one) and change into some clean cloths.

I got into the shower and relaxed in the warm water. But for some reason I just couldn't stopping thinking about that coffeemaker. Something was up with this challenge, I just didn't know what.

I got back to the Lodge, and almost everyone was already back, except for a few people. The campers that were here were all slouched over on the tables, exhausted from the run. It was dead silent except for the sound of Chris filing his nails (this guy cared way too much about his appearance, and coming from me that said a lot), and the clatter of the crews tripods as they rolled across the floor. I walked over to one of the tables, slouching down across form DJ and Duncan, the three of us exchanging quick smiles, remembering the fun of our race earlier. My personal trainer had done a really good job on me. Then, all of a sudden, the door to the lodge came flying open.

"Clear a table, stat!" Owen said, bursting into the room, with an unconscious Noah over his shoulder and threw him down on the table at the back of the room.

"Oh, we made it." Lashawna crawled in after him, out of breath. Owen was now attempting to do CPR on Noah, and I was about to come over and help him, until Harold came in, and he was last.

"What took you so long? We just lost the challenge!" I snipped at him, my irritation giving me back a bit of energy. What was he thinking! He just cost us the challenge, and I was not loosing again.

Harold strained for breath and clutched his chest as if he was having a heart attack.

"Hey, wait a minute," Gwen said, gathered around Noah like the rest of their team. "If they lost, that means we won the challenge!" Wow, what a genius. What was her IQ, 4?

Everyone on the Screaming Gophers threw up their hands, cheering and hollering in victory, even Noah. So much for being passed out, what a faker.

"Whoa, hold your horses there guys,that wasn't the challenge!" Chris told up, smiling at us like he thought it was funny.

"Wait, what did you just say?" Gwen asked, totally confused.

I knew it! I just knew there was something weird about this challenge! Now Chris was going to make us do something awful, after making us run 20 fricking kilometers, just to make us suffer!

"Who's hungry?" Chris asked, pulling back a giant curtain (where had that come form anyways? Wow I must have been really tired not to notice it before now.) to reveal the most delicious array of food I had seen since we'd been here.

Wait, what? This was not what I had been expecting at all. But then it sunk in that we got to eat something that was actually edible, and I started running for the food like everyone else. I started piling my plate high, fully intending to stuff my face until my stomach burst. But then, I stopped myself.

How is eating delicious food a challenge? Something was very wrong here, and I didn't know what. I decided to play it safe and just got a normal amount of food on my plate. I ate is slowly, savoring every bite, while everyone else shoveled it in like there was no tomorrow.

It took us only 15 minutes to finish off the buffet, everyone moaning in pain form shoving their stomachs so full of food. This was probably the closest I'd ever see Heather to looking fat.

"I am so stuffed!" Katie cried, rubbing her stomach.

"Me too!" Sadie cried, and they got up to hug, only to hear the sound of denim ripping. The two blushed and sat back down, covering their pants.

Although I wasn't stuffed, I did feel a bit lethargic, from eating just a bit more food then usual; eating cooked food would do that to you. And that's when it hit me.

Oh no. That evil, sadistic, sad excuse for a host! Everything that had happened- waking up early, running 20 kilometers, taking away the coffee maker, and stuffing us until it hurt- it was all designed to do one thing: make us tired.

"What more do you want from us?" Gwen asked Chris, tired of his games.

Chris had spent the entire day setting us up to fail our next challenge, making us miserable in the process.

"Weird goth girl is right." Heather said, agreeing with Gwen. "Haven't we been through enough?"

It was a good plan, what Chris had done. I didn't know whether to be impressed or appalled.

"Let me thing about that. NO!" Chris said to her with his megaphone.

All of this stuff that Chris had planned, it could only lead to one thing. "It's time… for the Awakeathon!"

Oh, I was so screwed.

No way, Courtney. You're not going down without a fight. I needed a plan, because stamina alone wasn't going to keep me awake. It was then that I remembered that I had brought a few energy drinks with me to the island, just in case. Perfect.

I crept slowly to the door of the Lodge, so no one would notice me. I wasn't really paying attention to what everyone else was saying at the moment, to intent on putting my plan into action. I reached the door, quietly slipping outside, and then breaking into a sprit after I was sure no one could see me.

I slammed open the door to my cabin and went digging through my bags until I found the energy drinks. I had brought a Java Monster, Diet Rockstar, and a few 5 Hour Energy's. I reached for a 5 Hour energy and started twisting off the lid, when a hand from behind me grabbed the Monster out of my bag, and I bet you can guess who.

"Duncan! What are you doing here?!" I yelled at him. Who did he think he was, just following me like that, and then stealing my stuff on top of it!?

"Same as you." he replied, like he hadn't been doing anything wrong. "I saw that the coffeemaker was gone too. 'Out of Order' I mean, come on, they really can't do better then that?" I had to give him credit, I didn't think he was bright enough to figure out that something was up before Chris said anything, but I guess I was wrong. This guy was just full of surprised, most of them not all that pleasant for me either.

"Well, if you're going to steal my stuff, at least take this instead." I said reluctantly handing him a 5 Hour Energy. I didn't want him taking my stuff, but he was on my team, so I needed him awake too if we were going to win this.

"What the hell? No thanks, I think I'd rather take the Monster." He reached outto grab it back, but I pulled it away.

"This one doesn't give you an energy crash, unlike the Monster. And do you really want to crash right in the middle of the Awakeathon?" I said smugly, taking pride in have outsmarted him.

"Okay, good point." he replied, annoyed at having not gotten his Monster. I would have to remember to hide that one later. "Well, bottoms up!" he tapped his glass against mine like we were making a toast, and downed the drink. I did the same with mine, hoping that 5 hours would be long enough to outlast our competition. We shoved the empty bottles under my mattress, hiding the evidence.

"We better get back before they notice we're gone" I told Duncan. He just nodded his head, and followed me as I jogged back to the Lodge. We managed to sneak in without anyone noticing, just as Chris was yelling at us to get out the door and over to the bonfire pit.

"Move, move, move!" he yelled through his megaphone, and everyone dragged themselves out the door, completely drained. I on the other hand, was already starting to feel the effects of my energy drink, and from the way Duncan looked I was guessing that so was he. I could totally win this thing; all I had to do was keep moving so I stayed awake.

Bring it on, Chris. I'm ready for whatever more you want to throw at me, I thought. But somehow, I didn't quite believe it.


Duncan POV

"We are now 12 hours in with all 21 campers still wide awake" Chris said, narrating for the benefit of the cameras. As you can tell, the 5 hour thingy Courtney gave me hadn't gotten me very far. It had worn off a long time ago, and now I was on my own again.

"Wooo-hooo!" Owen cried, walking past me. He had been walking backwards in circles for hours now. "Stay awake for 12 hours, I could do that in my sleep! Wooo-hooo!" He put his fist up in the air, and then fell over, deep in sleep. What an idiot.

Courtney had been jogging in place since the moment the challenge started. She must have been trying to keep herself awake that way, but it seemed to me like she was just loosing her energy faster. But at least it was a better idea then Izzy's, who had been hanging upside down in a tree, until she had fallen asleep, falling out on her head. Something told me that wasn't the first time that had happened.

"This is the most boring thing I've ever done in my life." Gwen said in an almost monotone voice from exhaustion. I couldn't agree more with her. Most people were too tired to talk, so we were just sitting around doing nothing. At lest in juvi there was a good fight or something to entertain us.

Maybe now would be a good time to try that only prank about putting someone's hand in warme water and they pee their pants in their sleep thing. I thought, smirking at the mental image. I'll have to remember to try that to Harold later.

"It could be way worse." Trent yawned back to her.

"Oh yeah, how?" as soon as Gwen asked that I could tell Trent was going to say some really sugary sweet line back to her.

"I could be stuck here without you to talk to." Oh ew, what did I tell you. I hated romantic crap like that. Lines like that just made me want to gag. Plus, what was the point? I mean, if you were meant for someone it should just happen naturally, there was no need to go through the torment of making up cheese lines like that.

Yeah, I know, big surprise, the tough guy isn't completely against a relationship. It's not that I don't want one; it's just that I haven't found a girl that turns me on enough to be worth the effort. The girls I usually hooked up with were either to stupid or too shallow, actually they were kind of like Lindsey and Heather. Not that I'd ever tell anyone this, because then my reputation would be ruined.

"What are you doing?" Beth asked Lindsey, who was currently standing on her head.

"I'm trying to get all the blood to rush to my head. I think it's working." she told her. Oh god.

"Cool! Can I try"?

"Sure!" Now both of them were on their heads. Could they really be that stupid?

"Lindsey, Beth, can I talk to you for a sec?" Heather asked the two of them, motioning with her hands for them to follow her.

"Sure!" Lindsey replied, and she and Beth stood up, following Heather to a spot out of everyone else's hearing range. Heather was probably planning to make an alliance with the two dumbest people in the game, so they would do anything she asked without question. It was a really bitchy move. Now do you see what I mean about not finding anyone girlfriend worthy?

At this point in the competition, everyone had bags under their eyes. Most people were already too tired to yawn anymore, their bodies no longer having the energy to do even that. Winning this thing was going to be a piece of cake. There was no way anyone could last much longer.

Heather and her two followers finally finished strategizing (although it was probably more like her telling them what to do while they blindly obeyed her. Talk about a dictatorship) and sat back down on some of the stumps we were all on. Chris had told us all that we had to all stay in one spot, that way we couldn't cheat. Little did he know Courtney and I had already tried that, although it hadn't worked out to well.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." Eva said, getting up out of her seat, however it wasn't for us (like we really needed to know that information.) but rather for Chris, who was monitoring everyone.

As Eva stood up, her iPod fell out of her pocket, without her noticing. Heather walked over to it, pretending to stretch, but really picked up the iPod and put in her pocket. It didn't look like anyone else had seen it, too tired to stay focused. Or at lead everyone but me, and apparently Courtney, who started walking over to Heather, clearly peeved at her and ready to give Heather a piece of her mind. But as she walked passed, I put out a hand to stop her.

"Do you really want to get in the middle of that?" I asked, somewhat quietly. Not that I needed to; everyone else was too far gone at this point.

"If I don't, then Eva will throw a hissy fit and get sent home!" she whispered back in a shrill voice.

"Exactly, and we don't." Even Courtney, as nice as she was (or tried to be, with that temper of hers. Man, she was fun to piss off.) couldn't say no to that. She wanted to win this game even more then I did, and would stop at nothing to do it.

"You're so heartless." She said to me, no longer intending to go yell at Heather, which was a bit hypocritical if you ask me.

"And don't you forget it." I didn't take it as an insult at all. A green mohawk and black cloths didn't exactly say 'Hi, I'm Mr. Lovable! Come be friends with me'. Courtney just scoffed at me and went back to jogging in place.

Whatever, I'd get her to come over to my side eventually.


"We are now into the 24 hour mark!" Chris announced, but it was for the cameras, not us. There was a timer telling us how long we had been up just out of all the cameras range. "Time to take it up a notch." We were already half asleep, what more did this guy want from us? "Fairytales!" Oh god.

"Oh, you cannot be serious." Gwen said, saying what I had just been thinking. I had the feeling that the two of us would get along great.

Chris cleared his throat, and Chef stared playing the harp.

"Once upon a time, there was, inside this boring kingdom, a boring village." Chris began in a slow, monotone voice, to try and make us more tired. And judging by all the people that began to yawn, it was working. "And inside this boring, sleeping village, filled with boring, sleepy children, who did very boring, sleepy things…" but then Chris stopped, and I had to be hallucinating. Because, seemingly out of nowhere, the Sugar Plum princess song form the Nutcracker started playing (no, I'm not gay, I was forced into seeing one Christmas when I was little by my mom, and the nightmares of it still haunt me), and, wait for it, Chef started dancing around…. in a pink tutu. And to add to the effect, he started sprinkling sparkles on everyone, the made people tired (was it supposed to be sleepy sand?).

DJ, who had just finished securing himself to a tree, got hit by Chef's sparkles, and fell asleep instantly. And to make things worse, just as he did, the tree he was tied to gave way, falling on top of him. However he was out cold, and didn't even wake up.

He was defiantly going to feel that in the morning.

"Timber." Gwen called out, to no one in particular.

"Ooooh, that's gotta hurt." Geoff said, cringing. "I can't believe he didn't wake up for that!"

"Yeah, he's out cold. I wish everyone else would do the same already." I said to him.

"Well, I can't last much longer, I'm already hallucinating."

"Chef dancing around in a pink tutu?"

"Yeah!" Geoff said, his eyes bugging out of his head in surprise, and so did mine.

Wow, this show is weird. I couldn't believe they had gotten Chef to do that.

"I wonder how much they had to pay him too…" but I stopped talking when I look back over at Geoff, who was now quietly snoring. The only person left that was actually worth talking to was now fast asleep.

This is going to be one hella long night.


Courtney POV

Just keep moving, just keep moving, just keep moving, I chanted in my head. It had been a mantra repeating in my ming for the last 29 hours. I figured that if I just kept my body moving, I would stay awake, and outlast everyone. Bridgett and DJ had fallen asleep already, so I had no one left to talk with to keep myself awake. Staying active was my last hope.

Gwen and Trent were talking to each other, like they had been this entire challenge. It was sweet really, too bad they wouldn't last. No two people that different could work. I've heard of opposites attract, but come on, that couple was more extreme then say, me and Duncan. There had to be a limit.

Actually, now that I think about it, Trent might be a good boyfriend… But then I looked at how into Gwen he was, and decided that that wasn't going to happen.

Just then, Owen walked passed the two of them. Nude.

Ewww! I so did not need to see that again! What was with this guy and striping? I heard a chuckle from behind me and turned to see it was none other then Duncan. What a jerk.

Off in the corner, I saw Katie and Sadie asleep together, snoring quietly. The two of them even fell asleep together.

Then I looked over and saw that Harold was on the ground a few feet away, laying in his own drool, gross.

I wonder if he's gonna drown… I really hope not. We already lost Ezekiel on our team, we don't need to loose him too, even if he is an uncoordinated looser.

Next to where I was jogging, Bridgett blinked her eyes, yawned, and got up to stretch, awake again after 9 hours of sleep. She walked over to me and sat down on a log, still blinking the sleep away from her eyes.

"Morning, Courtney," she said, then looked around and saw that it was dark out again. "or should I say good night. How long was I out for?"

"About nine hours." I told her, only half in the conversation, in mind still chanting my mantra.

"Wow, and yet I'm still tired." she paused to laugh. "I can't believe you can stay awake for this long! It's crazy!"

"Yeah, but I'll be fine as long as I keep moving, that way I won't have the chance to be tired.

"Stuphid, flmamiphing cat… gimme back mph nose." mumbled Tyler, talking in his sleep a few feet away. Me and Bridgett exchanged glances and then cracked up in a fit of giggles.

"Someone's having a weird dream" Bridgett said, still giggling.

"Yeah… I'm really glad I don't sleep talk" I said, too tired to laugh anymore.

"Well, I think I'm going to go back to sleep now."

"Lucky you."

"Well at least you have Tyler's sleep talk to entertain you." she said, giggling again.

"Yeah, goodnight" Bridgett waked back over to the spot she had been laying on, and fell back asleep. Why couldn't everyone else do that already?


I had been awake now for 50 hours. Never had I had to do that in my entire life, and I hoped that I'd never have to ever again. But I was going to win this thing, there was no way I was going to loose another challenge. Those Gophers could suck it.

"Look at him, he's like a statue. He hasn't' moved in over…" Gwen paused to look at the timer, "50 hours!" She was talking about Justin, who had been motionless ever since we had started the challenge. It really was weird that he could do that. I know if I stopped moving I would fall over on the spot. The hard ground looked pretty inviting at this point too, which really said something considering how dirty and bug-ridden it was. Why couldn't the forest have a floor of nice and plushy carpet? Or maybe pillows, yeah, that'd be much better.

No Courtney, stay focused. Just keep moving, just keep moving!

Gwen and Trent started making noises, and jumping around to try and faze him, but it was unsuccessful.

"Wow, amazing, just look at the concentration." Gwen said in aw, tapping the side of his head. Apparently, that had woken him up, because Justin started blinking, only to reveal that he had eyes painted on his eyelids, and had been asleep the entire time. Gwen gasped, and so did Trent. I couldn't believe that cheater! The nerve of some people.

"His eyelids are painted! I saw it!" Eva exclaimed, pointing over to Justin.

"Get out! Oh, I gotta see this." Chris said excitedly, jogging over to him. Justin tried not to blink, but failed, and gave him a smile as if to say he was innocent.

"That is so crazy incredible! But, your still our dude." Chris told him, and the smile fell of his face, replaced with a look of defeat.

One more down, you can do this. How much longer could it possibly take?




Duncan POV

Okay, had been 79 hours already, and I couldn't take this much longer. I had to do something or else I was going to loose this, and if I had already gone this long, loosing was not an option at this point.

Well, Courtney did have that Monster in her suitcase… That could defiantly work. I could ride on a Monster for a good seven hours, since it was so big, and looking around at all the other campers, it really didn't look like they had that much longer in them.

Chris was currently asleep, like he had been for the past hour. No one cared enough to wake him up, so all we had were the cameras to watch us, and with how dark it was, they couldn't see much anyways. Plus, the crew that was manning them was half asleep as well, so sneaking past them would be easy.

I got up quietly, and tiptoed over to the edge of the forest, carful not to step on anyone sleeping on the ground. As soon as I was under the cover of the trees, I started running as fast as I could, but it turned out to be more of a slow paced jog. It must have took 10 minutes to reach the cabin, and I soon as I got there, I tore through Courtney's suitcase, clothing ( and a few other things I probably shouldn't mention) went flying everywhere.

I'll clean it all up after the challenge, I vowed, knowing Courtney would be pissed. Or on second thought, maybe I'll leave it.

As soon as I found the monster I popped it open and downed it in no time at all. Once it hit my stomach I could immediately feel the caffeine kicking in, (no, there was no sugar in it. Girls and their stupid diet shit.) and I ran back to the bonfire with ease. Chris was still asleep, so I hadn't been caught. However, when I was waling back to my seat, I tripped over Bridgett, and fell on my face, waking up Chris. Courtney looked over at me and tried to hold back a laugh, and smiled like me tripping had proclaimed her the winner of something.

"Crap, how's my hair, I don't have bed head do I?" Chris asked, panicked at the though of being caught with a bad hairdo. Typical Chris. There was really something wrong with that guy.

"No, your good!" said one of the crew members, giving him a thumbs up form behind his camera.

"Okay, good. I'm gonna go get some one of the interns to get me some coffee, anyone want one?"

"Yes, oh please, I'm begging you!" Gwen pleaded, walking over to Chris, and getting down on her knees.

"Just one little cup, please!" Courtney said, getting down besides Gwen. How pathetic, she should have gone for the Monster.

"Umm, yeah, I was talking to the crew. Beside, that would be cheating. And what kind of show would we be if we allowed that?" Chris replied with a laugh. I had to admit, if he wasn't working against me I'd really admire the guy.

"I'll take one!" shouted out one of the camera men.

"Me too. Extra strong." said another one.

"Where are those dang interns when you need them? Have them test one sofa bed skydiving stunt and they all suddenly go into hiding. A few extreme stunts never hurt anybody. Just great, I'll have to go and get one myself. ." Chris complained to them. "And don't you campers try anything funny while I'm gone. One of the perks of being on a reality show is that you have cameras watching you every move. Although then again, maybe you should. Drama is what ups the ratings baby!"

Dude, too late. I already did. And now I was gonna beat these suckers by a landslide.


Courtney POV

80 hours. I had been awake now for 80 hours. I was never going to complain about having to film for a movie all night ever again. At least there I had some coffee.

And as if to answer my prayers, at that moment Chris reappeared, and in his hands were four coffee cups.

Thank god, I didn't think I could last much longer. But my sleepy state must have been effecting my ability to think straight, because of course the coffee wasn't for us, it was for the crew. So all of us had to sit here and smell it, and I swear Chris had only done it to torture us.

"You've got to be kidding me! Where did you even get that? It's actually the good stuff, not the crappy convenience store brand we get!" I cried, but came off in a bit of a mumble, my state impairing my ability to speak. I already knew he had gotten it from whatever luxury suit the show had put him up in, even before I asked the question. Chris wasn't the kind of person to agree to a show unless he was provided with only the best. Actually, he was kind of like me in that way.

Chris didn't even hear my question, my voice being a bit too quiet.

"Okay, I'm going to go get some beauty sleep." he announced to us, yawning. "The crew here is going to be here to keep an eye on you, and if you try anything, well, lets just say your lives are gonna get a whole lot harder, got it?" Instead of an intelligible reply, he got a chorus of moans and grunts, everyone too tired to form an understandable response.

"Works for me!" Chris said, and walked off, leaving us here in all of our sleep deprived misery.

"So he gets to go of and relax in some luxury suit, while we stay out here, hungry and miserable. Just great." Duncan said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. So he had figured out that Chris had better living accommodations then us too. He was really proving to be a lot smarter then I gave him credit for, which I didn't like one bit.

"He gets the suit while were stuck with these crappy cabins. Cheapskate. One of these days when he's gone I'm going to find where he's staying and trash it just to piss him off." I snipped, to mad at Chris to care that it was Duncan I was talking to. No one else was up to talk to anyways. Lucky me, I had been reduced to talking to the punk freak.

"Wow, Princess has a bad side."and he raised an eyebrow at me. "So just who are you going to take on this little expedition of yours anyways? It's not really a one person job." Okay, I did not have a bad side, I just got a bit worked up sometimes. And besides, a little revenge once and awhile never hurt anyone. Well, except maybe Chris in this case.

"I don't know yet." I said, not really concerned about that part. I could handle something like that no matter who I took. I just had great leadership skills like that. "Maybe Bridgett or DJ." Duncan just shook his head and laughed at me. "What?"

"A klutz or an oversensitive animal lover. Hmmm, I wonder which one would have less of a chance of catastrophically blowing it." And then he laughed at me again, which really pissed me off.

"And just who would you suggest I take then?" I asked, sitting down next to him.

Whoa, big mistake. It was just like the run all over again. I didn't realize how spent I was until I actually sat down. The minute I let go of my muscles I was overwhelmed with exhaustion. It was hard just to stay focused and listen to Duncan, let alone stay awake.

Hey, why does Duncan look so alert anyways? He can't really have that much energy after over 3 days without sleep. But I let that thought go, too tired to pursue the topic any farther.

"Well, lets see, Eva had too big a temper, Katie and Sadie can't keep quiet to save their lives, Geoff isn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, and neither are Lindsey and Beth, Heather is too controlling, you can't stand Justin" wow, I was surprised he had picked up on that. I didn't think I had been that obvious. "Cody and Tyler have no coordination whatsoever, Noah is way too pessimistic, Izzy is crazy, Gwen's too like me for you to ever like, Trent's to into Gwen not to tell her about going, and Harold, well I think that one is self explanatory." He paused to chuckle. " I on the other hand, have expert experience lawbreaking, sneaking around, and breaking out of juvi" He gave my a smug grin, like I had no choice but to go looking for Chris's place with him. As if. I wouldn't go with him if he was the last person on earth.

"Yeah, failed breakout attempts, otherwise you wouldn't be here." I said, but it came out more as a unitelagable mumble, but he somehow still got it.

"Not all of them, Sweetheart. Beside, I'm still-" but I didn't' hear the rest of what he was saying, because I had already fallen asleep.




Duncan POV

"-the best person for the job if you even want to have a chance at…" But I stopped talking when I felt something leaning on my shoulder. I looked over only to see Courtney had fallen asleep with her head resting there. She was really not going to be happy when she woke up with it there in the morning. All the more reason to let her keep it there.

So far, the only other people left in the challenge were Heather, Eva, Trent (even though I swear I had seen him fall asleep already) and Gwen. It wouldn't be much longer now until I won. They were going to pass out at any second. All of us were starving as well as sleep deprived, but my stomach had given up growing hours ago, knowing it wasn't getting food anytime soon. When you stayed up 24 hours a day, 3 meals didn't do much to keep you fueled.

"Hey, who ordered the Chinese takeout?" asked a delivery guy. Wait a minute, how did he get here? I thought this camp was in the middle of nowhere.

"Oh, that was us." said one of the crew members, a few others setting down their cameras to go and eat.

Oh, this is just plain torture. Chris had to have set all this up. But it was okay. Any minute now, the others were going to pass out. I just had to wait it out until then.


Courtney POV

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Katie and Sadie screamed together. Their piecing screams are what woke me up that morning, bringing my somewhat back into consciousness. I fluttered my eyelids open, still not fully awake, or aware of where I was. I was merely observing my surroundings, not really taking them in.

"Omg! I just had the worst nightmare!" Sadie exclaimed.

"Me too! Was it about a mega bad hair day?" Katie exclaimed.

"Yeah! That is like, so weird!" And then they started squealing and hugging, excited to have yet another thing in common.

Waking up a bit more, I vaguely became aware that my head was resting on something. Something really warm.

"Morning Princess, sleep well?" Duncan asked me, and I instantly sprung up, whipping my head off of his shoulder. "What, do I not make a good pillow?"

"I-I. You-" I stuttered, trying to come up with a witty comeback, but drawing a blank. "It was too late at night, and I was too tired to be held accountable for my actions!" I yelled at him, desperate to prove that it was an accident that I fell asleep there. I didn't need this event boosting his already too large ego.

"Of course you were." He said with a cocky grin, not believing me at all, or just trying to get on my nerves. I'm not sure which one was worse.

"I-" but I was cut off by another piecing scream. I turned to see that this time it was DJ, who had woken up to find a snake crawling on him, and not being able to shake it off since he was still tied to a tree. Yuck.

"GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!" he yelled, breaking the rope and running around I circles, until he tripped over a tree branch and fell face first into a mud puddle, that is.

I turned back around, ready to snip at Duncan, only to find he was gone. He reappeared thirty seconds later, a cup of water in his hands. He got down next to a sleeping Harold, and stuck his fingers in the water, causing him to pee his pant almost instantaneously.

Oh my god, what an immature jerk! But even thinking this I couldn't help but let out a small giggle. After all, it was kind of funny, and it was Harold.

"Aw gross it works! Dude peed his pants!" Duncan exclaimed, pointing at Harold who had now woken up, and looked down at his crotch.

"Awww man!" Okay, I couldn't help but laugh at that, it was just too funny. Mean and immature, but still funny.

Off in the corner, I saw Noah kissing Cody's ear, still asleep.

Well, that explains a lot.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" the two screamed, waking up and jumping apart. They ran off in different directions, as fast as they could.

"Hey, what's up with all this SCEAMING?!" Eva yelled, but she didn't get a response, because Chris waked up, finally awake again, with a steaming coffee in his hand.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm. Coffee. I could go for a nice latte right now. Or some chocolate. Ohhhh! Or a mocha. Yeah, a mocha, that sounds really good.

"What is wrong with you people?" Chris asked us, pausing to take a sip of his coffee, just to rub it in. "Come on, fall asleep already!"

"You gotta hook me up man." Gwen said, giving it one last shot at getting some caffeine. She got down on her knees again, and yanked on Chris's pant leg. "I'll even eat the grinds! Anything!" But the only response she got from Chris was him holding up his coffee cup farther out of her reach.

"Alright, you five stay with me, the rest of you go and get a shower for heavens sake. You stink!" Hey, I did not stink! Or, okay, maybe just a little but like he could really tell from way over there.

Hearing this, obviously the first thing I went to do was go take a shower (and using my good scented body wash just incase). I was so sore from jogging in place so long. and stiff from sleeping on Duncan's shoulder, that the hot water running over my muscles felt absolutely incredible. I took probably the longest shower in the history of the world (and I'm not kidding, I could have broken a world record here), and by the time I got out, I felt revived and refreshed. And also in desperate need of some coffee. After doing a quick make up job and taking the flat iron to my hair (plus a little deodorant for good measure), I headed back to my cabin to drop off my shower bag, stopping by the confessional on my way there to vent about the challenge.

"I figured that if I could keep moving, I could outlast all of them. I just had to keep my eye on the ball." I said to the camera, trying to stay level headed. As much as I wanted to vent about Duncan making my loose, I knew it would be twisted in editing to make me look bad. And that might have even been worse then people thinking I was in rehab. "I would have won it too, if I hadn't sat down." I sighed, turned off the camera and walked out. But when I got to the cabin, I stopped dead in my tracks.

"AAHHHHH! WHERE IS MY MP3 PLAYER!" Eva yelled, throwing a guitar, stereo, and a number of other items out the window of our cabin, landing into a growing pile of objects strewn across the grass. And did she just throw out my Prada purse? "Someone must have stolen it! I need my music! No one is going ANYWHERE until I get my mp3 player back!"

Oh why had I ever listed to Duncan? He just had to be so damn persuasive, using my weakness of wanting to win the game against me like that. Well I was never going to listen to him again.

I couldn't exactly tell her I knew where it was, because then she's know I didn't come up and tell her where it was in the first place. And to put it simply, a mad Eva really scared me. Actually, even a calm Eva scared me, or at least it would if she ever was calm.

Eva threw a book out the window (which happened to be Romeo and Juliet, and I'm sorry, but even if you are pissed how can you be so carless to a classic like that?), almost hitting Harold. And that's when I saw Heather walking up.

"Okay, whoever took it better give it up now, before she destroys the whole camp!" I said, making sure Heather could hear me.

"Oh hi, guys!" Heather said cheerfully, acting all innocent, like she hadn't sent Eva into an endless rage, causing her to obliterate everything in her path. Honesty, the girl was like a humane tornado. "Wow guys, this place is a real mess."

"Someone stole Eva's mp3 player." I said, shooting Heather an I-know-what-you-did-and-you-better-fix-it-now-or-you'll-be-in-your-grave-tommorow glare. By the way she cringed I was pretty sure she got the message.

"Oh you don't mean this do you?" she continued to act all innocent as she pulled the mp3 out of her pocked. Eva stuck her head out the cabin door, her eyes going wide like a 3 year old in Candyland. "I was wondering who this belonged to. I found it by the campfire pit, you must have dropped it." Eva went bounding over to Heather in three long strides, taking the mp3 from her and holding it up as if it were her baby.

"Oh, thank you. Thank you, thank you!" Eva's voice was unusually high, as she hugged the device to her chest, cradling it.

"Sure thing!" Heather shrugged and walking away, swinging her hips.

Wow, I just met the spawn of Satin. I expected to see little horns and a tail appear on her any minute, looking after her with wide, expectant eyes.

"So sorry about that little misunderstanding, I guess on one stole it after all." Eva told us, laughing awkwardly, then continuing on. "Okay, maybe I over reacted a little."

"Screaming Gophers, Congrads," Chris announced over the loud speaker, interrupting out conversation. "Gwen won the challenge, thanks to Duncan taking a nap on the can. Lunch is up, so get it while it's still hot!"

Just great, another loose for the Killer Bass. These looses were seriously crushing my spirits. When I got back to California I was going to need some major therapy.

I walked into the Lodge, not even bothering to get onto the lunch line, but instead going straight for the coffeemaker. I loaded up a tray with four cups of coffee, knowing I would need them all with as bad as my head was pounding. It was like I had been hit in the face by a semi.

"Well, looks like someone has a bit of a coffee addiction." Geoff said as I sat down at our table, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I'm not addicted, my body just couldn't function without it."

"Right, because those two things are just radically different." Geoff teased me, and I smiled at him, rolling my eyes. I looked back at Bridgett to find her giving me a look that said 'he's mine, don't touch him'.

Well, someone's a bit defensive. But as soon as she realized the look she was giving me, she immediately replaced the it with a smile.

"Omg, I can't believe I'm missing seeing the New Moon trailer today! I've been waiting to see it for, like, ever!" Exclaimed Katie, bounced up and down in her seat a bit.

"Oh, yeah, that was today wasn't it?" Bridgett asked her.

"Yes! And I bet it's great! Katie, we have to see it once we get internet access!" Sadie told Katie, turning to face her.

"I don't know, I wouldn't expect much after Twilight, that movie really sucked." I said, causing Katie and Sadie to gasp, their jaws dropping all the way to the floor.

"I know! " Bridgett exclaimed, getting excited like every true Twilight fan did when talking about Twilight. "And what was with that whole scene at the end where Bella was supposed to be dying. It totally looked like she was having an orgasm!"

"Okay, I'm leaving now." Eva said, getting up from the table, but we ignored.

"I know" I cried, starting to get on a high, and talking 5 times to fast. "The entire movie was terrible, I mean Robert Pattison? He looks like a damn meth addict!" Katie and Sadie were hyperventilating at this point.

"Yeah! The only good scene was when Edward gets out of the car with his sunglasses, which by the way it was sunny outside! So not cool! New Moon is going to really crash and burn."

"I don't know how they are going to make Breaking Dawn either, and keep it PG13. What are they going to say anyways, 'Oh yeah, the stork just dropped of my baby and now I have Renesmee!'"

"Or 'Yeah, I just kind of got a little drunk last nigh and now surprise, I'm pregnant!'" The two of us were laughing so hard we couldn't breath.

"Those movies were perfect! You don't know what your talking about!" Katie cried, standing up getting up from the table on one violent movement. "Come on Sadie, let's leave."

"Yeah, lets." They stuck up their noses and walked over to the other side of the table to finish their meals, which only made me and Bridgett laugh even harder. Eventually we calmed down, taking a few deep breaths to calm ourselves down, until we could finally talk again.

"Twilight sucks the most suck that ever sucked." Bridgett said, calm again.

"Yeah, but I still love watching it!" I exclaimed.

"Me too!" and then we started laughing again.

"Idiots." Harold said, but we were too far gone on Twilight to hear him.




"Okay, that girl Eva has got to get a handle on her temper." I said onto the confessional camera. "She's only been here one day and she's already throw her suitcase out the window and broken the lock on one of the bathroom doors." It was true, this afternoon she couldn't get the lock open so she just pulled I right off, breaking it like a toothpick. I wrote Eva's name down on the paper provided and dropped it into the voting box. I felt a little bit guilty, but with a temper like that it was bound to happen eventually.

It was just after diner, and the camp had already gotten dark outside. You could hear the crickets chirping and see al the stars with perfect clarity. That meant it was almost time to go to the campfire for the elimination ceremony. I had waited for the last possible minute to vote, knowing it was worthless since we all knew Eva was going home.

As I was walking to the campfire, I ran into Lashawna, who had just gotten done with a late night shower. "Hey, girl, what's up?"

"Oh, nothing, just going to the campfire ceremony." I sighed, just wanting to get this over with so I could get some sleep. I don't know what I'd do without my make up; I had bags under my eyes like you wouldn't believe. Plus, the coffee was started to wear off, bringing back my headache.

"Do you know who's going home?" she asked expectantly.

"Defiantly Eva. Her temper is seriously a problem. We're all afraid of getting hit by flying objects whenever she's around."

"Oh, well thank God for that. That girl broke the only working lock on the bathroom door! And I'd rather not have the door fly open so everyone can look at me while I'm doing my business, thank you very much." I would have laughed at that, if I didn't feel like I was about to collapse on the spot.

"Yeah, well see you around." And with that I continued to drag my feet over to the campfire, collapsing on the first open log/seat I saw, which happened to be right next to Eva.

"Okay, Chris, we're ready for you!" one of the crew members called out to him. Chris walked out of the cover of the trees, carrying a tray of marshmallows.

"You've all cast your votes and made your decision." he said, setting down his try in an open seat, where Ezekiel would have sat, the sexist jerk. Was Chris really that wimpy that he couldn't even carry little tray of marshmallows? "There are only nine marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow." Oh, so he was calling it a plate was he? Well that was one freaking big plate. "The camper who does not receive a marshmallow, must immediately return to the dock of shame, and catch the boat of losers, and leave. And you can never come back. Ever."

Chris called through everyone's name, and they went up to get a marshmallow. When mine was called, I happily skipped over to get it, smiling at the fact that I was not one of the bottom two this week. Eventually, the only two campers left sitting down were Harold and Eva, but like last week, the loser was too obvious to really have any suspense in the moment.

"Campers, this is the final marshmallow of the evening." he paused, waiting a good minute or two before reveling who was going home, forcing Eva and Harold to suffer longer, just like he always aimed to do. "Harold!" He smiled and walked up to get his marshmallow.

"'Eva, the dock of shame awaits." Chris gestured for her to leave, a smile on his face knowing that Eva was bound to have a huge blow up at this, which of course, was sure to boost his ratings. And Chris liked nothing better then gaining fame and watching teenage suffering. We just had such a great host, didn't we?

"Nice guys, really nice." Eva said to all of us, her eyebrows coming down low as she narrowed her eyes at us. "Who needs this lamo TV show anyway!" she balled her hands and stomped off, the meanest expression I had ever seen on her face. She walked off to the dock of shame, passing by Chris, who shrank back from her, but kept that smile on his face, getting the dramatic reaction he had been hoping for. But then Eva stomped down on his toes, whipping the smirk right off his face. Good for her.

"Owwww!" he lifted up his knee and held onto his toes, clearly in pain. "Have a good nights sleep tonight, your all safe." he said, turning back to face us.

"Ba-bye Eva" I said, waving to her as she boarded the boat. The reply I got was a spear being throw at my head, and it would have hit me too it I hadn't ducked. "Touchy!"

"Just be thankful it wasn't a butcher's knife." Geoff said to me, referring to the time Chef had thrown one at him.

"Or one of those weights of hers." DJ added, and almost if she had heard us, one of those was hurtled at us too, chipping off a piece of rock on the cliff behind us where it had hit.

"Wow, she's strong. Maybe we shouldn't have voted her off." Bridgett commented wearily, an uncertain expression pasted on her face.

"Don't worry guys, I'm just as tough as she is. I can get us through anything that she can." said Tyler, striking a heroic pose. But he ended up losing his balance and falling over, hitting his head on a rock. "Oww."

"Tim-ber" Duncan said, causing most of us to laugh, except for an embarrassed Tyler, who had a growing bump on his head.

None of us were awake enough to stay and roast our marshmallows, so we just walked back to the cabins to get some sleep. Well, it was more like crawling, at the pace we were going. I stopped by the confessional one more time, to opinionated not to share my views. It was a problem I was working on.

"See, I told you. You can't act like a total raging psychopath and expect people to forgive you, no matter how tough and fast and strong you are. She's never going to have a career if she doesn't get her act together." Unfortunately, I spoke from personal experience. I had learned early on in the acting business that unless you were already extremely successful, you couldn't act like a total bitch and get away with it. You had to earn the right to be a stuck up drama queen.

As I crawled into bed that night, I found myself thinking about what Duncan had said about finding Chris's place. It really did sound appealing, considering the crappy accommodations the show had given us. Only, there was no way I was going with him. I wasn't that desperate. Yet...


A/N: Btw, sry if the twilight thing wasn't funny, but we went on about it in video calss yestersay and it was just too funnly not to put it in! you had to b there. so back to my dilemma! Please tell me if you noe where to download tdi episodes! It would be greatly appreciated :- D And review, cuz this lack of them lately is seriously taking a chip out of my self-esteem. Don't u like my story?! I might write faster if I noe you want to read more!!! 3