Ohayho everyone! CJzilla here with another update! In this chapter, Chris throws a Social Studies project twisted with all the drama TDI is famous for. Enjoy.
As I shred this city with my claws, alls CJzilla has to roar is this: R&R! Love... hate... review.
Amaris Solbes de la Vega: Speechless, eh? I guess that's fine... I just wish Jason would shut up for two seconds so that Nicol can kiss him.
NarutoUzumaki1999: (CJzilla stares at review) Dude! Don't be sad. More couples will be broken. And as far as the "Twilight" reference, I agreed to it because logicaltiger wanted it in there somewhere. (CJzilla shrugs) I know nothing of "Twilight" and so there will be no further mentioning of "Twilight" in this fic.
AstroCreep: Nicol loves Jason's motor-mouth!
TitanWolf: More Woolly Beaver madness coming right at you!
The Grim Sleeper: Allister got stung... oh yes.
lovestruckbabe243: Todd and Taylor WILL be together.
Bad-to-the-Bone457: Hey, thanks for reading! I'm honored. TLTSID is an abbreviation for: "Too Lazy To Sign In Disorder". An epidemic if you ask me. We should write a letter or something.
Toritona: It's not like Kassie to stay sad for very long. And Alex will fall head over heels for her.
Sister Strange: Glad you liked it! Here's another chapter for you! More Chris/Casey in this chapter!
logicaltiger: Bye Katroina! Adam will miss you!
RenesmeeScarlet: I have no idea what "Twilight" is about but logicaltiger asked that I put those deer and their funky names into my fic... and so I did.
mario72486: I'm developing Alex a little more in the incoming chapters. Today, it's his insecurities about his ideas.
TDAFAN545: Peanut butter and jelly huh? I was thinking a certain yellow bear who loves honey.
(): Uh... you forgot to sign in a pen-name to this review so I have no clue who you are... but thanks anyway. Ce-Di might end up with someone... someone who's as crazy as she is... or even nuttier... CURSE YOU TEACHERS AND YOUR OBSESSION WITH HANDING OUT TOO MUCH HOMEWORK FOR TODAY'S PROCRASTINATING YOUTH!
wicketi78759: No problem. Nick&Lilyness in this chapter!
Wolf05: You remember Whight insulting Chef Hatchet... Yeah, he's unconscious and in the infirmary for the ENTIRE chapter. Poor dude was beaten like a rug.
Shygirl077: If you dig the romance last chapter, you'll love this chapter. And Casey winning... Pfft!... (CJzilla stares at screen with clueless face) Uh... I dunno. If it happens it happens.
Dreamer-by-Day: Thanks! Tremendous compliment. No one can resist Todd for very long, especially not Taylor. And yes... they'll be together.
Chapter 10
Flour Generation
The lake sunrise was beautiful and only one camper was up to see the sun rise above the horizon.
Alex who had recovered from his dare was up early, painting on the porch of the boys' cabin trying as he tried to capture the picturesque nature scene in front of him. Fussing with the colors as he tried to capture the bright yellow that was reflecting off the dark water, the seventeen-year-old was kinda frustrated this morning. Yesterday was a blur. Nick told him that he completed his dare but passed out in the process. What kicked him was that he could only remember fuzzy bits and pieces of his unconsciousness. Alex remembered nothing but this… girl watching over him as he came to. The mystery girl left before he could get a good look at her face. Was she really there or was she a figment of his semi-conscious, very delirious state of mind? The most poetic and satisfactory answer he could come up with was that she was an angel with bright, innocent crystal blue eyes, looking after him.
The pensive moment was shattered when there was a scream and then sounds of a struggle from within the boys' cabin. Seconds later Howard's barely-awake and shrill voice exploded through the calm morning air.
"Flea-bitten, mange-infested, rabid creature!" The sound of a shoe thrown across the room was heard. Then Conroy's pet Woolly Beaver scrambled out of the door and scampered into the forest.
Alex blinked and then heard Jason, Todd, Allister and Adam scream with laughter.
"HA! Howard got Woolly Beaver kisses!" Jason laughed.
Looking inside the cabin's window, Alex saw most of the boys barely awake but having a very big jovial laugh. Howard was doing a grossed-out dance in his boxers.
"GROSS! I need to get all new shots now!" He shivered before glaring at the fifteen-year-old daredevil wannabe, barely awake in his bed. "CONROY! Get control of your pet beaver-monster before I stuff it!"
Conroy grumbled in his sleep and turned over in his bed. Howard grabbed his other shoe and threw it at him.
About two hours later everyone was inside the mess hall, eating their poorly cooked, slightly rancid and totally unappetizing breakfast. At one table Nicol and Jason were playing footsie, much to the discomfort of everyone around them. Some campers were on the porch playing with their food. Casey was playing with her rock-hard bits of breakfast potatoes. The girl was training Conroy's beaver with the nearly rotten potatoes.
Casey watched Conroy's monster beaver eat her nasty food. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Allister poke his head out of the mess hall's door. Turning, her mouth curved into a smirk.
"Good morning, Allister." She yawned. Allister knew he was caught and timidly stepped out into the open. Casey popped her lips. "Hey… I-… uh-… blaming you for the taser shots… That wasn't your fault. I just needed to be mad. Anyway… sorry."
Allister walked over to her, jumped up on the railing and sat next to where she was standing.
"That's okay." He peeped. "I'm just… glad you're not mad anymore."
Casey sighed angrily.
"No, it's not okay." She frowned. "Jeeze, man! How I've treated you, I'm expecting you to run in the opposite direction." She looked at him and found that it was easy to ignore all of the bee stings he had over his skin. "I heard about what I did to you at the talent show." The girl shook her head. "I can't believe you're still talking to me."
Allister's face heated. Casey had kissed him. His first ever lip kiss. She looked away and puffed out a sigh.
"Sorry. I'll never do that again." Casey looked back at him.
Then, in a flash of bravado that probably belonged to one of his long-lost ancestors, the seventeen-year-old outcast grinned.
"What makes you think I didn't like it?" He questioned. Casey shrugged.
"I can't remember anything about that night, so I can't really say." She answered, quirking a brow.
"Well, I liked it… and…" Allister paused, locking eyes with her. "I wouldn't mind more."
Casey's mouth waved into a goofy smile before she spun and stood in front of him, leaning up toward his face.
"See? I knew there was a live wire underneath all that shyness." She smiled, lowering her shades down the brim of her nose. Allister's heart skipped a beat when she winked at him.
"Call me Live Wire." He opened his legs, curled them around her waist and pulled the girl closer. The two seventeen-year-olds leaned in to kiss each other.
Then the mess hall door slammed open, startling both of them. Allister lost his balance and fell backwards. His legs were still wrapped around Casey's waist and both of them went over the railing. They hit the ground hard. In a tangled pile to elbows and knees, Casey and Allister groaned in pain. Just then both were doused in a wave of orange juice. As that registered, Conroy's Woolly Beaver nearly mauled both by nearly licking their skin off.
"Ack! Get off!" Casey snarled trying to push the two-hundred-pound prehistoric beaver off of her and Allister.
Cut to Outhouse Confessionals.
"I've been watching Casey and Allister for some time now and they're getting a little too comfortable with each other for my liking." Howard glowered at the screen. "And I don't think an orange juice flush and a Woolly Beaver bath will break them up… so drastic measures are going to be taken."
Static.
Breakfast had just started when Chris McClean walked into the mess hall, carrying a sack of flour.
"Good morning campers!" He smiled, but before he could squeeze another word out, Alex cheered.
"Chris has brought FOOD!" The seventeen-year-old artist jumped out of his chair and threw his hands in the air.
Cut to Outhouse Confessionals.
"You know, that hurts. None of these spoiled kids like my cookin'!" Chef Hatchet threw his arms in the air before he pointed at the screen. "I don't think any of these sissy teens know…" Then he got really close to the screen and smiled evilly. "-that I could get all food groups into ONE pot of Hatchet's Chili. Just for that, I'm making my brownies with horse laxatives for now on."
Static.
Most of the teens got very excited… for different reasons.
"WOO! We're gonna do something dangerous with flour!" Conroy cheered but then fell silent as he dropped back into his chair. "What in the heck is extreme about flour?"
Chris sighed loudly and held up the ten-pound sack of flour.
"THIS is your challenge." The TV host stated.
"We're cooking!" Kassie guessed.
"No." There was an annoyed twitch in Chris's eyebrow.
"We're going to launch a sack of flour out of a high-powered, hydraulic cannon into OUR FACES!" Conroy re-jumped out of his seat. There was an awkward silence that cut through the room like a hot knife through butter.
"No, though that is a good idea for next season…" Chris gazed at the ceiling, his beady dark eyes fogged over with thought. Conroy huffed loudly and plopped back into his chair.
"Are we going to do some sort of twisted arts and crafts challenge? Piñata or world globe?" Smarty pants Todd quipped.
"No." Chris was getting more and more annoyed.
"I got it! We're going to throw flour-filled hand grenades at each other!" Conroy re-re-jumped out of his chair.
"No." Now Chris was mad.
"Oh…" Conroy sunk down. "Are we going to EAT raw flour?" Chris face-plamed, sighed and shook his head. "Are we going to do ANYTHING extreme?"
"No!" The TV host fumed.
"Are we annoying you?" Casey questioned.
"NO!" Chris blasted. The campers laughed as he slowly got the girl's joke. Regaining his composure he gave a forced laugh through a forced smile. "Will you teenage lobotomy patients let me tell you the challenge?"
The kids nodded but snickered a little.
"This is a sack of flour. Yes, I said it! Thank you Chris, Captain Obvious." The TV host shook the flour at the campers. The kids laughed, knowing they got under his skin. "Your challenge today is a twist of a three-legged race and Social Studies class."
Several kids groaned loudly.
"KILL ME NOW!" Ce-Di grabbed her throat and dramatically fell off of her chair.
"Social Studies?!" Taylor snarled. "Chris, is this a Total Dementia Island twist on that demented flour-baby project?!"
Chris smiled, now pleased that he was annoying the campers.
"Yes!" He beamed. Several kids groaned again.
"I came here to FORGET about school!" Jason raised his hand. "You really are a diabolical master of torture aren't you, Chris?"
"Oh stop! You're embarrassing me!" Chris swatted the air, a goofy smile on his face as the campers continued to whine. "C'mon! This is TDI we're talking about, people! There's a catch."
That got everyone to quiet for a little bit.
"Teams will be paired up into "parents". One boy and one girl." Chris was smiling as he continued. "Parents will be tied together and forced to find their…" He couldn't hold it in any longer; Chris let out a big laugh. "… flour child! HA! Which is lost somewhere on the island. The first team back with all flour babies will win the challenge. Any questions?"
Casey raised her hand.
"Yes, Casey." The seventeen-year-old rocker stood.
"Yes. Can this get any more stupid?" She questioned and the other campers agreed. Chris rolled his eyes. "How are we supposed to find a sack of flour on this HUGE island?"
"Relax. Parents will be given vague maps that kinda tell where their child is." He added. "Oh, and one more thing… Your flour babies MUST be intact and unharmed for it to count."
He laughed again.
"Now let's get to pairing up the "parents"." Looking to the Flaming Marmot team the man smiled. "Nick and Lily, Taylor and Conroy, Milan and Adam and Kassie and Howard."
The seventeen-year-old boy sighed and sat back down. Chris looked to the Wailing Walleye.
"And for the Walleye, Nicol and Alex, Todd and Ce-Di and Jason and Casey are parents." He nodded. That left Allister all alone; Casey was out of her seat in a flash.
"Allister is not paired up and neither is Whight. What's the deal, McClean?" The seventeen-year-old girl got out of her chair.
"Since there are an odd number of members on the Walleye team to the Marmots' number of parents, so Allister will be the dreaded "single-parent"." Chris put his hands behind his back. "He will have to pull double duty to find and protect his flour child." Then he got an aggravated look on his face. "Whight is excused from today's challenge because he was so badly beaten up yesterday by Chef Hatchet, he's still unconscious. So it looks like the Walleye are the underdogs today."
Casey got a confused look on her face before she sunk into her chair. Chris just smiled.
"Here are your maps." The TV host did a hand magic-trick and pulled eight maps out of thin air. "You will find your names and the imprecise location of your lost flour baby. Get going; daylight's burning!"
Minuets later the seven pairs and one Allister stood at the threshold of the forest getting their ankles tied together. Casey wasn't happy with her partner.
"I hope you're not sore about yesterday." Jason smiled nervously as he tied his right and her left ankle together. The seventeen-year-old girl smiled sweetly.
"Nope. I'm still going to kick your butt." Then she glared off, spotting Chris. "Chris! Can't we pick who we're partnered with?! Jason annoys me!"
"Oh thanks, Casey." Jason rolled his eyes. "We were friends less than twelve hours ago!"
Casey smacked his head. By that time Chris was standing next to her.
"Like I'd make it that easy for my campers. As master of torture, it is my duty to make you as uncomfortable as possible." The TV host gave an evil grin.
Rolling her eyes, Casey really didn't want Jason as her partner.
"Oh… Then I feel uncomfortable with Allister!" She was clearly lying. Chris didn't buy it.
"Nice try. I'm not buying it." He frowned slightly.
"Okay. I'll tell you the truth." She leaned in and whispered the rest in his ear. "I'm REALLY uncomfortable with you."
Chris stifled a laugh at her not-so-subtle flirting.
"That I have NO doubt, Casey." He held an amused smirk on his face.
The campers getting ready for their challenge just rolled their eyes and tried to ignore Casey and Chris. Howard, however, felt sick yet strangely envious at the same time.
Cut to Outhouse Confessionals.
"Casey is an ill-mannered problem child! She's so unprofessional, reckless and shameless!" Then he got a far-away look on his face. "And yet… she's got that smooth, dirty, persevering and… kinda evil swagger about her. Is it wrong that I'm attracted to her?"
Static.
Walking up to Nick and Lily, the seventeen-year-old boy snapped his fingers at them.
"Lily, Nick, I need you to do something; it's for the good of the alliance." He growled, obviously not in a good mood.
"Yeah? What?" Nick finished tying Lily's leg to his.
"I want you two to sabotage Allister's flour baby." At his command, Lily and Nick's eyes went wide.
"What?!" Nick hushed on a whisper. "No way! We can't do that!"
"Yes, you can and you will." Howard glowered. "The Walleyes look good in this challenge but Allister is on thin ice with them. If you make sure that freak's flour sack doesn't make it back to camp in once piece, we'll win and the Walleye will get rid of him."
Lily and Nick glanced at each other.
"Why Allister?" The fifteen-year-old girl with long black hair questioned. Howard glanced over at his rival.
Allister was standing alone, wiping his nose on his sleeve but had a smug look on his face as he winked at Casey. That made Howard's blood boil.
"Look at him. Allister's flying solo this challenge and that'll make him easier to take out." Howard looked back at Lily and Nick. "I would do it myself but I have Kassie strapped to my shoe and she's not gonna let me pull something like this without telling Case-… I mean, without telling on me."
Nick and Lily glanced at each other again. What were they getting into?
"All right! C'mon Sparky-girl!" Todd picked Ce-Di up into his arms and carried her into the forest. Ce-Di was giggling gleefully, hands in the air as she was being carried.
Taylor watched them go with a sad and kinda jealous look on her face. Taylor wanted to switch partners with Ce-Di, that way she could be with Todd again.
"All righty!" She heard Conroy's psycho voice in her ear. "It's time to get this Party Wagon on the move! MOOO!"
And he spanked his butt with a tree branch. Taylor pinched her eyes shut.
Cut to Outhouse Confessionals.
"THIS… was going to be a long day." The sixteen-year-old goth girl put her face in her hands. "Conroy's a nutty psycho! He's danger-prone, he talks a lot and he'll fly head-first into something lethal!" She threw her hands in the air. "And I'M tied to him!"
Static.
"Taylor?" Conroy blinked. "Who's that?"
Static.
The duo of Taylor and Conroy moved into the forest with the fifteen-year-old wannabe daredevil reading the map in Dutch.
Casey and Jason walked into the woods without saying a word, Allister was next as Lily and Nick walked up behind him.
"Uh… good luck, Allister." Nick smiled, not happy that they had to sabotage the quiet loner. Allister gave a confident smile.
"Don't need it!" He tipped an invisible hat and skipped off into the forest.
Both Lily and Nick glanced at each other.
Cut to Outhouse Confessionals.
"This… is going to stink SO bad." Lily moped. "I don't want to do this to Allister. He's not done anything wrong."
Static.
"Stinks… big time. Even more that Conroy's beaver!" Nick rested his bagged head on his fist. "Allister… I hope luck's with you today."
Static.
Lily sighed, a black cloud hanging over her head. Then she felt Nick wrap an arm around her shoulders; she stiffened.
"C'mon. We gotta step in sync, find out flour sack AND Allister's." She was looking into his blue eyes and felt herself getting lost in them. "Step on three. One… two… three."
Nick and Lily carefully made their way into the forest, ankles and, unknowingly, hearts tied together.
Howard was biting at the bit. He just wanted to get to that flour sack, rush back and untie himself from little miss bubbly next to him. Kassie, out of all the spineless weirdos on this island, irked him in an area he didn't know he had. Kassie was too happy and positive. Howard could all ready hear his dark side calling out for negativity and they hadn't even started the challenge.
"Okay! Let's find our flour baby!" Kassie beamed, then giggled at her own joke as Howard's face darkened. "I hope it has your eyes and my hair! Has anyone told you that you have really pretty baby blue eyes?"
The seventeen-year-old turned to the much shorter fifteen-year-old.
"Look. I just want to get that flour sack and get back here so I can untie you from my body." He glanced down at the rope around their ankles. "So can you suck up most of that happiness and stay quiet for the remainder of the day?"
Without allowing her to reply, Howard started off into the forest with his free leg first. But when he went to move the one tied to Kassie, he was nearly on his face.
"Hurry!" The rich boy rushed.
"Don't pull so hard! This rope is all ready digging into my skin!" Kassie complained. Then she was at his side. "Here; hold me like this and I'll hold you like that."
She hugged his torso with her left arm, grabbed his right arm and flung it over her shoulder.
"See? Now we can walk comfortably." Howard groaned to which Kassie frowned. "Oh, c'mon. I'm just trying to work as best as I can with you."
"I'll be comfortable when I get you off of me." And he moved toward the trees, Kassie in tow.
Meanwhile with Milan and Adam.
"Isn't this fun?" Curvy Milan beamed. Adam was squirming, having such a curvy cutie hanging onto his hip.
Cut to Outhouse Confessionals.
"Katroina! I'm trying to stay true! But fate is cruel!" Adam was sweating. "I didn't pick Milan to be with me! I'm only human! SHE'S TOO CURVY!!!" And with that he started crying.
Static.
Adam's mouth waved in an uncomfortable/comfortable smile.
"Y-y-yeah… Fun!" The sixteen-year-old boy with auburn hair stammered. "Let's get going then."
With that Adam started running into the forest with Milan in tow.
"All right, Alex." Nicol glowered at the boy. "Let's get this over with."
Alex gulped and moved with his partner. Nicol seemed to be his polar opposite and Alex did his best not to say anything that might make her strangle him.
About an hour into the campers' search for their flour children, Nicol and Alex were the first "parents" to stumble upon their "child". Walking along a sparsely used forest path, it was Alex, who was looking at all the beautiful scenery that spotted something white in the treetops. He tugged on his partner's hoodie.
"Uh… Nicol?" He questioned. Nicol stopped walking and looked at her partner.
"What?" She snapped. Alex gulped and then pointed up at the nearest tree.
Looking up to where he was pointing, Nicol saw the flour sack.
"Oh! Nice!" She slapped him on the arm. "Good job, Al!"
At the mention of the dreaded "Al" surname, Alex cringed violently.
"Alex, Nicol… Just call me Alex." Nicol shrugged and pulled him over to the tree.
"Now how are we supposed to get that thing when we're tied together?" She voiced out loud and glanced at their ankles. Then she bent down to untie the rope.
"Wait a sec!" Alex pulled his ankle away, which jerked Nicol's ankle out from under her, which caused her to fall on her face.
When Nicol got her face out of the dirt, she looked MAD. The seventeen-year-old artist gave a nervous and sheepish chuckle.
"Oops." Alex peeped.
And about a mile away, Lily and Nick were making good progress. Their stride was perfectly coordinated together, which didn't go unnoticed by Nick. The sixteen-year-old boy gave a chuckle that made Lily get nervous and look away.
"This is kinda like dancing." He voiced, smiling under his bag, but not that Lily could tell. "Almost like a tango. You have to be totally in-touch with your partner's rhythm to pull off any Latin dance. I bet you and me would make very good Salsa partners."
Lily's throat was starting to close over her voice.
"Dancing?" She peeped, her voice getting so high it sounded like she stepped on a canary. Nick nodded.
"Yes. There's nothing better than being at the beach on a warm summer night watching couples dance to a romantic Latin beat." He looked up at the sky. "There's just something about how two people move as one that very… emotive."
"Emotive"?
"What's… emotive mean?" The shy fifteen-year-old questioned softly.
"Emotive means emotional, poignant and tender." The boy answered looking past the treetops and into the blue, blue sky. Lily felt her insides being tickled with the feet of a thousand sugary butterflies dancing on flower petals and giggling gleefully!
"Wow." She awed. Instantly she inwardly slapped herself for saying something so cheesy. She clammed up again.
Just then they came into a clearing. Getting the map from his pocket, Nick checked it.
"Well… It looks like we're in the right place." He scratched his bag head. "But I don't see our flour sack child anywhere."
Lily blushed at the words "our" and "child". Looking away, she saw a cave and the flour sack just sitting there at the entrance. Tugging on Nick's shirt, she pointed. The sixteen-year-old boy nodded happily.
"I love it when it's easy like this." As he and Lily made their way over to the sack of flour, a bad smell hit them like a wall. "Oh! What in the world?"
Cut to Outhouse Confessionals.
"The campers might be in for a smelly surprise when they finally find their flour sacks." Chris McClean smiled at the camera. "We upped the anti by saturating each flour sack in deer urine, essence of beef and then rubbed them with boiled hotdogs." The man gave a loud laugh. "The campers may find themselves VERY popular with the wildlife." Chris laughed and laughed.
Static.
Lily and Nick approached their "child".
"Gross! It smells like-… like-… like straight nasty!" Lily held her nose. Nick nodded.
"I agree. Let's just do this fast!" The sixteen-year-old and his partner walked closer. They picked up their flour sack but the moment they did, they heard a low, animalistic growl from within the cave.
Both teens took off back down the path, hoping to not find out what type of carnivorous creature made that low growl.
Meantime with Todd and Ce-Di, Todd was carrying the spazzy blond on his back, their ankles still tied so they were a sight to see. Both were calling out names of food and picking out their favorite dish. Some of the food items were a little weird.
"Chocolate covered pig's ears or… Carmel coated cockroach?" Ce-Di questioned as she read the map to herself. Todd thought for a moment.
"I'm going to go with the cockroaches." He smiled. "Fruit cake that's been in your parents' closet for three years OR… a hamburger that fell into dirty dishwater?"
"The fruit cake. It's not so bad; kinda like an acquired taste." Ce-Di answered. "According to my calculations, our child should be-"
ZIP! Todd had stepped into a snare trap and in an instant both he and Ce-Di were strung high into the air by their ankles.
Cut to Outhouse Confessionals.
Chris was laughing. "I set up those snares but I didn't think anyone would get caught into one." He laughed and laughed and laughed.
Static.
"Well… this is weird." Todd observed. Ce-Di blinked and then giggled.
"Todd! I see the flour child!" The spazzy blond chirped.
"Where Sparky?" He questioned as they hung there.
"Right above us!" Ce-Di answered. Todd looked and saw the flour sack hung precariously on the same tree they were hanging from.
"Ce-Di… Whatever you do… don't move." Todd instructed.
Taylor and Conroy couldn't find their flour sack and they were in the area the map instructed, so why weren't they finding it? The goth sixteen-year-old was getting really fed up with Conroy. The fifteen-year-old wannabe stuntman had been popping his lips ever since she ordered him to stay quiet.
"I still don't see the flour, Tyler." Conroy looked around. Taylor gritted her teeth.
"For the millionth time, Conroy! My name's TAYLOR not Tyler." She ran her fingers through her hair. "And I thought I told you to shut-"
"LOOK! I see the flour!" Conroy cheered. And there it was… but it was moving.
"Uh… why is our flour child moving?" Taylor couldn't help but ask. Just then the flour sack moved out into the open.
It was tied to the back of a Kodak grizzly bear. Taylor paled and Conroy shrieked with excitement.
"YAY! I LOVE THIS PLACE!" And with that the fifteen-year-old went tearing at the bear, Taylor helplessly in tow.
"Well how do you think we should get it down?" Nicol folded her arms at her partner. Alex gazed up at the tree and flour sack.
He had pointed out that untying their ankles may disqualify them. Alex had an idea of how to get the flour sack out of the tree but he was afraid of what Nicol would think.
"Maybe… we could… uh… No, never mind." He looked off. Nicol tapped her foot.
"I'm very sick of this challenge, Alex. Just TELL me your idea so we can get this over with." She grimaced. Alex rubbed the back of his head.
"Okay… It's stupid but what if you climbed on my back and I climb the tree? You grab the flour sack and I climb down." Nicol's brown eyes were wide with amazement. Alex looked away. "I know, it's stupid. Just forget I said anything."
"Alex! That's a brilliant idea!" Nicol was all ready on his back. "Now climb that tree!"
Smiling slightly Alex walked up to the tree and began climbing.
Allister had his flour sack in hand and was all ready making his way back to camp. He fashioned his hoodie into a baby carrier and tied it around his chest. There was no way this stinky and sticky sack of flour would get harmed. Little did he know that Lily and Nick were watching him.
"How are we supposed to make him lose?" Lily whispered from a nearby bush as she bit her bottom lip. Nick had no idea.
"I dunno. But we can't afford to be caught." Nick looked at the girl with firm yet beautiful blue eyes. "Maybe we can… I dunno. You have any ideas?"
Lily shook her head and watched Allister walk carefree through the forest. Both were at a loss of what to do and decided to just head back to camp.
Getting back to camp Nick and Lily saw that Casey and Jason, Milan and Adam and Howard and Kassie were all ready there with their flour sacks in hand. All teens were still tied to each other and not happy about it. Kassie was too sweet for Howard, Milan was too smoking hot for Adam and Casey was too violent for Jason.
"Hi guys!" Nick greeted as Lily tried to disappear behind him. "That was fast!"
Howard scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Sure but no matter how far I run, Kassie's still right here!" The seventeen-year-old gestured to his bubbly partner.
Just then Alex and Nicol came walking out of the woods, flour sack in hand.
"Do any of you guys know why these things stink so bad?" Jason asked. Then he glanced down at Conroy's Woolly Beaver sniffing at the flour sack in his arms. "And why Conroy'sbeaver rug loves my child so much?"
Everyone shook their heads. Then Ce-Di and Todd came trotting out of the forest, Ce-Di on Todd's back.
"Fellow campers!" Todd dropped Ce-Di and gave everyone a big smile. "Chris set up snare traps! Me and Ce-Di got caught in one!"
No one really cared. And then Conroy and Taylor came stumbling out of the woods, looking like they'd been chewed on.
"Our child was on a bear! We had to WRESTLE the animal to the ground and RIP our child off of it!" Conroy cooed at his sack of flour. "Little Abraham is taking after his father! Isn't that right Abe?" The psycho fifteen-year-old tickled his "son's" "chin", which was kinda tricky seeing that "Abraham" was a flour sack. "Give kisses to mommy Tyler!"
Conroy held the stinky flour sack up to Taylor. Repulsed, slightly conscious and very mauled, the goth girl just held up her hands and didn't bother correcting Conroy.
And last but not least, Allister came walking out of the forest. Howard shot Lily and Nick a death glare. Both teens shook their heads and shrugged, showing that there was no way to sabotage the boy. Howard face-palmed, his rival for Casey's affections unharmed.
"Cute baby carrier, Allister." Casey smiled at the boy. Allister gave a dirty smile and began making his way over to her.
But just as he did, he tripped on his shoelace. Allister fell fast and right on his flour child. The sack exploded, sending a white wave of flour onto Casey, directly in front of him. Jason managed to dodge it, but Casey was very, very white. Allister's mouth was on the ground. He just KILLED his flour child and made a mess out of his perspective girlfriend. It didn't help that the camp was roaring with laughter.
Cut to Outhouse Confessionals.
"Whew!" Lily wiped her forehead. "Allister's fluky trip saved me and Nick from getting yelled at by Howard." Then she blushed slightly. "I really did enjoy this challenge. I had no idea Nick was so… romantic!"
Static.
Casey took off her flour-caked sunglasses and blinked. Allister's face heated and he smiled sheepishly. Then they all heard Chris laugh as he walked up to them.
"I would say tie, but I'll just say flour power." Chris smiled at Casey and Allister. "Congratulations Flaming Marmots. You have won the challenge."
The Marmots cheered.
"Walleye… I'll see you tonight at the Campfire Ceremony. Don't be late."
Hours later, the Wailing Walleye were in front of Chris McClean. They flopped the flour child experiment and now they were getting raked over the coals for it. Chris stood there with a plate full of marshmallows and looked over the team.
"Walleye… You're here again." The TV host stated, face straight as a board. "Another challenge slipped through your fingers." He sighed and shook his head. "And now one of you will have to be voted off." He gestured for the marshmallows. "These are marshmallows of invincibility. If you get one, you stay, but if you don't… you gotta walk the Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers and leave the island… forever."
The Walleye gulped.
"And when I call your name, you get a marshmallow. Todd." Chris tossed a marshmallow to Todd. "Ce-Di and Nicol. Alex, Jason and Whight… if he wasn't in the infirmary." The TV host rolled his eyes. "Allister and Casey… you two are left and one of you will be going home tonight. Casey… Jason tells me that you are a horrible partner; not cool when you need to stay on everyone's good side." Then he turned to Allister. "Allister, you had a promising lead but you make a terrible single-parent. You fell on your flour child and dosed Casey with its contents." Then he laughed; Casey was still very white. "But the team has spoken and the camper going home tonight is…"
Chris picked up the marshmallow and moved it back and forth from Allister and Casey. Both teens glanced at each other and started biting their nails.
"Allister." Chris tossed the marshmallow to Casey. Casey gasped. "Hit the docks and be gone Allister."
Cut to Outhouse Confessionals.
"He killed his flour kid!" Ce-Di's eyes were wide. "FLOUR KILLER!"
Static.
"Though that was SO funny, I almost wet myself, Allister hasn't been a very strong member." Jason shook his head before his eyes got beady. "And if I voted Casey off… she'd hunt me down and CUT me!"
Static.
"Allister. Duh. He's gotta go." Nicol folded her arms.
Static.
Todd laughed at the screen. "Casey's coated in flour!" He gasped for breath. "Allister's a good pranker when he's not trying. Bye dude."
Static.
"Wait!" Casey was on her feet and in Allister's arms. "He can't go! There must be a problem with the voting thingy!"
Chris shook his head.
"Sorry, Casey. Kiss your lover boy goodbye. He's going home." The TV host's smile waned as he saw how upset she was. Casey looked back to Allister.
"Man… this sucks." She said, lips curving downward into a frown. To her surprise Allister gave an easy shrug.
"It's all right, Casey." He pulled her tight against himself. "I had fun while it lasted. I'll miss you, baby."
That flash of bravado brought a wavy smile to Casey's face.
"Oh! I'll miss you too, Live Wire." And she kissed him, for real this time.
Minuets later Casey watched Allister get whisked away from the island. Standing out there all alone, the forlorn seventeen-year-old girl waved her last goodbye to her would-be sweetheart as the darkness of the night swallowed the boat up. She sighed. Casey really did like Allister and they probably could have had something if he wasn't voted off.
Just then she felt someone tap her shoulder. When she turned, she was surprised to see Howard standing there.
"Howard?" Was the first thing that popped out of her mouth. Then she saw the chocolate bar he was holding to her.
"Something to help curb the blow." The seventeen-year-old rich boy voiced. Casey smirked a little but gratefully took the chocolate bar.
Cut to Outhouse Confessionals.
"Sometimes the universe throws you something free." Howard smiled at the camera and gave a thumbs-up. "Casey's all mine! With NO Allister and no distractions, she'll fall into my arms soon enough." He gave an evil laugh.
Static.
As Howard was about to put a "comforting" arm around Casey's shoulders, Chris McClean walked up to them. The TV host nodded a greeting at Howard before he focused on Casey.
"You gonna stand out here all night or are you coming in for some lime Jell-O with candy worms in the center?" Chris questioned. "Chef's specialty and it's actually pretty good."
The seventeen-year-old girl sighed, looked back over the dark lake before nodding.
"Candy worms sound good about now." She returned walking to the mess hall, head hanging. Casey was so sad about Allister that she didn't even feel Chris put his arm around her.
Howard was left in the dark, now conniving how to get rid of Chris McClean.
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