Woot. This chapter is crap compared to the previous one… but someone else's sorry butt gets kicked off the island, so it should be interesting. :3
Do not try any of the stunts you see here at home. Seriously, Marilee already got enough of it from Xavier, she doesn't need you doing it, too… Oops, spoilers… :P
Disclaimers are in the previous chapters. Read, review and enjoy!
The Rabid Wolves had left the mess hall, trying to decide who they'd vote off. Marilee made sure to call Duncan a very bad word before she left. He had just shrugged and said he's been called worse. LeShawna had rallied a few of her teammates together, whispering to the group, most likely convincing them to vote Duke the Drunk off the island.
Chris made the Killer Bears stay behind, mainly to give them their prize for winning immunity. Ironically for Selena and Trent, it was cheese popcorn and bottles of grape soda. "Are you sure you got our snacks from Owen's secret stash?" He asked, a suspicious grin on his face.
Selena let out a nervous laugh and waved a nonchalant hand. "Hee hee, what? Do you think I stole them from Chris? No way! I just, um… you know…"
"Save it." He grabbed his soda, opening it with a twist. "Figured Duncan's sister would have a little bit of klepto in her."
She rolled her eyes as Trent took a sip of his grapey goodness. "It was a one-time thing, and it was Chris' stuff. I'm not like Duncan and I'm most definitely not a thief."
"Well…" Trent set his bottle down. "Let's see… There was my guitar, our snacks and…Oh, what's this?" He reached into Selena's skirt pocket, pulling out a handheld video game console. "Why look, it's Zack's Goo Mummies game!" He waved it in front of her guilty face, smirking.
She snatched it back and stuttered, "I-I-I w-was just b-borrowing it… y-you know… without h-his permission…" She tucked the game back into her pocket and shoved a fistful of cheesy kernels to avoid putting her foot in her mouth again.
"Ri-iiiiiiight." Trent popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth.
Selena decided to change the subject before he found something else to make her feel guilty about. "So who do you think'll get voted off?" she asked, finally opening her soft drink.
Trent shrugged. "I think it'll be Marilee. She's got too much of a temper to really work together with any of her teammates." He took another sip of his soda.
Selena shook her head. "I guess you've got a point, but I think it's gonna be Duke. He spends too much time drinking to be any use to the team. At least Marilee can be useful when she's not ticked off."
"Yeah," Trent took a long drink and continued, "That's a good point you've got there."
She merely let out a loud burp in return and giggled, "Hee, that was a good one!"
Trent cocked an eyebrow, but a small smirk crept onto his face. "So, you like the Jonas Brothers and pink, but you also aren't grossed out by burps? You're really nice, but have a little bit of delinquent in you? You sure are… unique."
Selena grinned and shrugged. "What can I say? I don't like to fit into just one stereotype."
*T*S*R*
Nighttime had fallen and the Rabid Wolves were gathered around the campfire, waiting for Chris to arrive with their marshmallows. After getting someone to remove the child proof cap, Duke popped two aspirin out of a small white bottle into his hand and shoved them into his mouth, swallowing them dry. He had slept his hangover away, but still had a killer headache. That, however, didn't stop him from returning the glare that Marilee was sending him.
"Am I worried about getting voted off?" Marilee cocked an eyebrow at the camera, as if it was the dumbest question anybody could ever ask. "Of course not! Sure, I may be a little…" She took a second to think of the right word and continued, "ill-tempered… but at least I'm not some alcoholic frat boy!" She blew a raspberry at the very thought of her eldest brother and continued, "While I have a versatile amount of skills, Duke's only talent is shaking off a hangover in under three hours." She shook her head and smirked. "He is so going home tonight."
Chris finally arrived, carrying a tray full of marshmallows. He looked down at the platter, then back at the contestants in front of him. "There are twelve campers in front of me. There are only eleven marshmallows on this plate. One of you will be leaving the island empty-handed." A few campers exchanged nervous glances. "When I call up your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. And, since this is your team's very first bonfire ceremony, I'll even throw in a marshmallow-roasting stick." He grinned, jerking a thumb toward the pile of twigs sitting on his oil drum.
Duke mockingly twirled an enthusiastic finger, sarcastically mumbling, "Whoop-de-freaking-doo." After he was done, he shut his eyes and pinched the space between his eyebrows, hoping it'd relieve the throbbing pain in his head.
"The first camper to get a marshmallow is… Bridgette." The surfer girl smiled and was about to walk up, but before she could, Chris said, "And Geoff!" The couple exchanged glances, grinned, and walked up to claim their marshmallows together. After grabbing their sticks and poking the marshmallows on, the two exchanged a long kiss while they roasted their marshmallows on the campfire. "Next up is… Keith." He pumped a fist in the air, running up to roast his marshmallow.
By that point, Bridgette and Geoff just finished feeding their freshly roasted marshmallows to each other and had continued to make out, both of their mouths covered in white, sticky fluff. Keith eyed their sticky make out session and mumbled, "Dudes, get a room…"
"Jovie and LeShawna." The sisters high-fived and walked up to Chris, grabbing their marshmallow sticks. "… Izzy!"
"Woot!" Izzy sped up to Chris, grabbed her stick and instead of sticking her marshmallow in the fire, she stuck it in some nearby dirt. The redhead noticed the strange looks she received. "What?" Izzy took the marshmallow off the stick, shoved it in her mouth and started chewing it. "It gives it texture!"
Chris' eye twitched in disgust, but he turned back to the remaining campers. "Herbie and Xavier." The twins ran up, swiping two sticks and two marshmallows. Unlike their sister, both of them stuck theirs in the flames, since Xavier claimed that eating dirt gave him indigestion and Herbie just admitted that he thought it was gross. "Jamal and DJ, you're up, dudes." The brothers followed his orders, grabbing their marshmallows and sticks.
All eyes went on the two remaining campers, Marilee and Duke. The two siblings turned toward each other, giving each other a lethal glare.
"I'm gonna be straight-forward: either Duke or Marilee had to go," Jovie admitted. "I was gonna vote off Marilee, 'cause I hear she don't recycle her diet soda cans, but LeShawna told me to turf Duke out. My big sis knows what she's talkin' 'bout, so buh-bye, Dukey!"
"LeShawna tried to convince me to vote off Duke, but," DJ bit his lip, nervously glancing around, as if a certain blonde had been hiding in the small confessional stall he was in, eavesdropping. "I voted for Marilee. That girl really needs to learn to calm down if she wants to make to the Final Two. Her temper's almost as bad as Eva's. " DJ's eyes widened a bit. "Don't tell her I said that, though, okay?" He shuddered and squeaked, "She scares me!"
Chris chuckled, looking at them glare at each other. "Wow, this must be really awkward for you two…"
"Not really," Duke barked, not taking his glare off of Marilee.
"Nope." Marilee spat, staring at Duke harder than ever.
"All righty then," Chris shrugged. "Let's get the drama back into gear, people!" Dramatic music started to play as the host held up the last marshmallow in front of the two siblings. They didn't notice, however, since their death glares on each other remained unfazed.
The host glanced at the safe campers, wondering how they were reacting. Each person had mixed emotions, but Geoff, who had finally parted from Bridgette's lip lock, looked the most distressed. His usually chipper face was twisted into a nervous one and his blue eyes kept darting from his brother to his sister. He still had a gooey marshmallow mustache with a matching gooey, white soul patch, which he would have been laughing about if not for the fact that one of his siblings was about to be voted off.
Chris paused as the dramatic music continued to play, with Duke and Marilee's eyes squinting tighter and tighter at each other with each beat. "Duke, Marilee, the final marshmallow goes to…"
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Both of their glares were snapped at hearing that news and their eyes landed on Chris, who was holding the marshmallow out to the blonde on a stick. She grinned triumphantly, stood up, grabbed her stick and looked at Duke again, who was scowling at her. She stuck her marshmallow in the embers and said, "Well, you heard him, drunktard. The Boat of Losers- emphasis on LOSERS- is waiting for you."
Duke stood up slowly. "Whatever," he mumbled in a tone that tried to make it sound like he didn't care. "I ran outta beer, anyway." He started walking toward the dock, passing the other immune campers. Marilee chomped on her roasted marshmallow.
Geoff looked like he was the only one who was sad to see him go. "See you, bro." He waved sadly, Bridgette giving him a comforting pat on the shoulder.
Duke was about ten feet away from the campfire pit, but turned around suddenly and randomly yelled, "Since you guys wanted to keep my sister instead of me so bad, you should know a little something about her: MARILEE WAS BORN WITH A TAIL!" He bolted toward the dock and hopped onto the Boat of Losers before Marilee could throttle him.
There was an awkward silence and all eyes went on Marilee, who had started laughing. "W-wow, h-how lame of Duke to ju-just make crap up t-to make me look bad, right?"
Marilee's fists were clenched, her knuckles practically white. Her face was the opposite, since it was a bright, furious shade of red. "That butt hole!" she hissed, her fists shaking in fury. "I told him not to ever tell anybody that!"
The others shrugged and dispersed, minus Marilee and Xavier, who had wandered behind her. She eyed him. "What are you looking at?"
"Is it like a hamster tail or a puppy tail?"
"I wasn't born with a tail!" Marilee lied, trying to get him away from her.
"Maybe it's a horsey tail! Lemme see it!" He tried to pull up her dress, but she shoved him aside before he could.
"Would you get lost, kid? I don't have a stinkin' tail!" Marilee turned around to walk away, but suddenly felt somebody jump on her back.
A small pair of feet dug into her sides and two grubby little hands grabbed the long strands of hair by her face. Said hands tugged on the strands as if they were reigns and the voice behind the hands yelled, "GIDDY UP, HORSEY!" The blonde let out a high pitched screech, both from the pain of her pulled hair and dug-into sides and her own extreme shock. She started racing away, running past a few confused campers.
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Duncan, who had been wandering around aimlessly up until that point, walked toward the Killer Bears cabin. It was getting late, so he figured he might as well turn in for the night. The others were probably in bed by now, so it wouldn't be any fun staying up late if there was no one to bully or do anything illegal to. He was thinking about pranking Chris, but… it wasn't as fun pulling pranks alone. Just as he was about to open the door to the guy's side, he heard a faint, high-pitched moan somewhere near him. He looked down, seeing his youngest sister laying on her back by his feet on the porch, eyes squinted in pain. Zoey's hands were rubbing her bloated tummy, trying to relive the pain.
The punk cocked his unibrow and kneeled down next to Zoey, propping one arm on his knee. He sighed, "Dip into Owen's stash a bit too much, huh, kid?" She didn't open her eyes, but merely nodded to answer him. "Would helping me replace Chris' hair gel with grape jelly make you feel any better?" She repeated her previous nodding action. Duncan grabbed her under her armpits, ready to lift her up, but struggled to do so since she weighted a great amount more after her junk food feast. She wasn't being very cooperative either, due to her bloated fatigue. "C'mon, Zoe, up you go." He finally managed to lift her all the way up to his shoulders and gingerly placed her there. Supporting her massive gut made his neck and his entire back sore and he groaned, "Man, what'd you eat, a caramel-filled bowling ball?"
Zoey propped her chin on her brother's head. Finally speaking in something other than moans, she said, "No… I had a few of the chocolate-coated bowling pins, though…"
Duncan started walking down the stairs, gripping Zoey's small legs to make sure she didn't fall and make a dent in the ground with her massive belly. As they were passing the campfire pit, he saw a purple, black and blonde blur fly past them, wailing like a psycho. He stopped and blinked, wondering what the heck that thing was. The thing went past them again revealing that it was Marilee, with Xavier still on her back, yelling 'giddy ups' at her and yanking on her hair. The two fled from their sight, leaving both Zoey and Duncan confused.
After a minute of bamboozled silence, Duncan continued to walk toward Chris' 'secret' cabin, the raven haired four year old still on his shoulders. He was silent for a while, but a smirk crept on his face and he said, "Hey, maybe if you're a good helper, I'll let you ride the ugly horsey."
Aww, poor Duke. And Marilee. And Zoey. Sucks to be all of them. D:
But what do you think will happen next? What will be in store for our siblings? Will there be more rivalries? Friendships? Will Chris be peeved the next morning when he finds out he just smeared jelly in his hair? You'll have to tune in to find out, in the next chapter of TOTAL SIBLING RIVALRY!
Idea for the tail thing came from That '70s Show, btw. Gotta love that show. XD