WHOOHOO!!!! My exams are over!!!

I disclaim all rights. I don't own TDI, I do own Paige. (If I owned TDI, I'd make myself DJ's or Chris' girlfriend! But that would ruin the show..)

Well here is Paintball Deer Hunter, I hope you like it!

Paige woke up at a trunk, not far away from the trailer, near a camp fire pit. Oh yeah, last night they ate half the stock of the march mellows… Ryan got sick, so he went to bed, Phill and Chris were getting bored, and it was around 4.39 AM when she and Marik started to throw the remaining march mellows at each other. Sadly, he threw a rock that looked like a march mellow at her head. Paige rubbed her eyes. Stupid rock. At least this wasn't terrible as the hangover she had here earlier.

Paige got up, stretched, and did some push-ups and sit-sups.

"Did it hurt when you fell down from heaven?" Chris mentioned as he walked past her with a cameo-hat and orange shades.

"Shut it, Chris. Why the overdressing? Is there gonna be a prom?"

"No, a hunting game!" Chris showed a lime green paintball gun, and pointed it to Paige.

"Whoa, easy, easy!" Paige crawled backwards until her back met a tree.

"Okay, I confess! I putted that peanut butter in your socks!"

Chris looked at Paige in shock. "You DID!?"

Paige shook her head. "No but I think Chef did it." She got on her feet, and took the gun, pointing it to Chris. "Who got the balls, now?"

Chris threw up his hands in defense. "Pssh. Okay, you got the balls. Can you please spare me, I just did my hair."

Confession cam

Paige: Yeah sure. Seriously, sometimes I'm wondering what I am doing here… (her cell phone rings, and the Korn version van Kidnap the Sandy Claws is heard) Hi boss! (angry blabbing) Yeah.. Sorry… Oh, is this thing on? (she pokes the camera) Oh yeah, it's on! Sorry! (she hangs up)

End Confession cam

Paige tried dragged the hats and shades to the spot near the wood, and just drops it.

"Somebody will clean it up," she explained to the camera. The camera nodded.

Confession cam

Chris: (is fixing his hair) Seriously, I thought it was fun having a hot girl around but she's so annoying! Yet she's hot. But I think that boss of her will fire her after he finds out she's not doing her job.. Oh well I could always use another intern or a co-host… (he smirks evilly)

A little while later

Chris just explained the challenge.

" And now, my lovely assistant Paige will show the deer costume!"

Some sounds were heard in the bushes, and Paige popped out wearing a Santa Claus hat and a beard.

Chris' mouth fell open and the others burst out laughing.

"Pay attention, people!" She clapped her hands and turned to Chris. "I couldn't find the costume, and I regret wearing a bunny outfit, since it appears to be the only left costume. It must have been Marik and Phill."

"Kay boys and girls, you're gonna shoot each other with paint ball guns. Isn't that wonderful? I'm sooooo jealous, I'd kill someone to do this and-" Paige was cut off by Chris who placed his hand over her mouth.

"You get the point. The hunters for the Killer Bass are Harold, Geoff and Bridgette. Screaming Gophers: Beth, Lindsay, Owen and LeShawna. The others are now deers. You got to wear antlers, red noses, aaaand a cute little tail, ha-ha."

Some campers looked with a frown and a look of disapproval to the costume. "Forget it, I'm not wearing that." Heather nagged.
"I am not wearing antlers!" Duncan declared.

"Put these off, and your team is toast." Chris happily explained, dressing Duncan up.

"Ooh! Can I have one with cheese and pineapple!" Paige asked, waving with her hand.

"We're not roasting the team, Paige! I mean they are up for elimination!"

Paige shrugged. "Can I get that beard off? It's kinda hot."

"Campers! The deers can go into the forest now. Be sure you don't get hit! The hunters can go in five minutes."

The teens nodded and went off. Paige wanted to walk back to the camp, but Chris grabbed her shoulder.

"Paige, pumpkin, would you do me a favour?" Chris asked, using his slimy-voice.

"Not in a million years. What do I have to do?"

"Well…"

-

"Look, I thought I had to help you washing clothes, making dinner, or something. But NOT wearing a bunny suit to distract the campers. Nu-uh. Not a change." Paige folded her arms.

"You signed the contract…"

"I DIDN'T SIGNED ANYTHING. My jerky boss did! And GOD he's just as annoying as you!" Paige pulled out the bunny ears. "I am here to interview the people.."

"And you don't do it. What if your boss fires you?" Paige turned her back to Chris.

"I can always go teaching."

"Teaching what?"

"Why do you care?" Paige asked while folding her arms again, drumming her fingers on her bicep.

"I don't got anything else to do when those sucky campers are in the forest."

"Not my problem." Paige turned her back to Chris, took out her notebook and pencil an disappeared in the woods.

-

Cody was randomly walking alone, after Heather, Trent and Gwen glared daggers at him.

He let out a sigh and scratched his head, when he heard something in the bushes.

"Hey guys? Are you there?" Cody spoke out loud.

Paige suddenly jumped out and tackled Cody. "Hey Cody! Can I interview you?"

".chhh… You're choking me.. chhh.."

"I'll take that as a yes."

-

Hey Cody! What's your age?

I'm just 16.

What do you think of the others?

They are cool, like me!

Yeah, keep thinking that… Got any love interests? (Paige elbows Cody)

Ouch! (rubs stomach) Well I think Gwen is hot. (smirks)

Right.. Good luck with the contest, eh?

Thanks babe!

WHY YOU LITTLE (Paige starts to strangle Cody)

5 minutes later -

Paige was on the ground, being tackled by a cop.

"Oh, come on! I didn't do anything YET!!"

"You're coming with us, missy!" an other cop said.

"AAAARGHH!!!" was heard. "See? That's Cody! And I'm here!"

The two cops leaved and Gwen and Trent showed up. "Hey, what are the cops doing here?"

"I'm not supposed to strangle Cody." Gwen laughed. "Thanks but I think a restraining order will be more effective."

"I doubt that." Paige got up as she said "At least I got my interview. Bye bye love birds."

Paige hopped away, leaving Trent and Gwen behind, blushing furiously.