Alright, forgive me that this isn't the best chappie yet. But this IS the second update today, so cut me some slack. Please? You guys drive me crazy—all the ones I think suck everyone else likes and vice versa. Mamma Mia! (Sorry, that song's stuck in my head!)

Alrighty then, on to the chapter. I'm aiming for two tomorrow, as it will be my last day, but we'll see. Send in any ideas, 'K?

This is for Sam7148. Enjoy the chapter!

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"Hey!" Gwen said, playfully punching Trent's arm. "I thought you were afraid of pigs!" Everyone had just confessed what they were most afraid of, and Gwen had been surprised at Trent's answer.

"Well, yeah! I hate pigs much more than mimes. I just couldn't let anyone else hear that." He winked at her, and Gwen could only smile.

She had only just gotten over her sickness, and was still pretty weak from the fever. As the Screaming Gophers made way back to their hopefully aired out cabins, Trent wrapped his arm around Gwen's waist to keep her steady. The medicine her mom had sent really helped a lot, but she was still trying to completely regain her strength.

The day before, when Gwen finally seemed to get better, she had shooed out Trent so she could take a shower. Before she could make it out, her fellow female roommates were cooing about how adorable Trent had been during her whole sick ordeal. In addition to that, Gwen could finally read the frantic note her mom had sent along with her medicine:

Oh, Gwen, honey, I'm so sorry! I should have sent this as soon as I realized you were missing it. I hope you're okay, and get better soon!

By the way, your friend Trent seemed very responsible in the letter he sent, asking for the medicine! Very respectful, and he seemed pretty worried about you! Is he that boy you mentioned? He sounds cute, and he obviously likes my little girl!

I have to go; your brother is in trouble again! I love you, Gwen! Let me know how you're doing!

XOXO- Mom

Gwen had cringed in embarrassment, knowing Trent had read the letter.

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The next day as everyone piled into the Mess Hall, Chris explained their next competition.

"This next challenge is something I like to call Phobia Factor."

Gwen's stomach seemed to drop as Chris called out everyone's phobias. "We'll have tons of sand on the beach for you, Gwen."

Gwen placed her head down on the table. "Oh no!" she whispered, dreading the day ahead of them.

"Its okay, Gwen, it'll be fine." Trent said. He hated to see Gwen in this state. Wrapping his arm around her, he pulled her close. After Gwen snapped at Lindsay, the rest of the table seemed to clear out.

"Trent, if he makes us get buried under sand, I'm going to hurl or pass out…" Gwen said into the table. "I can't even think about…" she shuddered.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." Trent said, pulling her up into a real hug. She pulled away before he could though—her Cody senses were tingling.

After throwing a lame comeback at her "favorite" psychopath, Gwen and Trent made their way side by side to face their fears.

Literally.

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"Ah, Trent, I don't think I can do this…" Gwen said in a high, squeaky voice nothing like her own. Trent stared down at the girl he loved and—

Wait he thought, did I just think 'love'?

Regardless, he stared down at Gwen who was currently in her plastic box. She was starting to hyperventilate, and he needed to calm her down. Screw the challenge, I just don't want her to get too freaked out.

"It's alright Gwen, you're doing great. I double checked the air supply, there's enough in there for an hour. All you need is five minutes, okay? You'll be fine." Gwen merely nodded up at him.

"Here," he said, tossing her a walkie talkie. "I jacked this from Cody" he said in a low whisper only Gwen could hear. "You can talk to me the whole time, I'll be right here."

"Okay…" she said, her breathing calmed a little bit. Chris and Trent set off to cover Gwen. Trent made sure he was the one to cover where her face was, just so it would be a little lighter than the rest.

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"You still alive down there?" Trent asked when two minutes passed without comment from Gwen. He tried to sound like he was joking, but he was secretly worried Gwen might pass out in her little box.

"Barely! God, I've hated being in sand ever since my brother left me buried at the beach when I was eight…" Gwen's voice trailed off. "Ahh, okay I'm really getting freaked out. I need a distraction—tell me a story. Umm, why don't you like mimes or pigs?"

Trent's smile dimmed a bit as he told Gwen the story about being chased by a mime. Before he had finished though, him mime showed up behind him. Hearing a commotion, Gwen frantically called into her walkie-talkie.

"Trent? Trent, are you okay?" Am I going to be okay without you here?

Thirty seconds ticked by, and Gwen was growing more frantic. Was Trent okay? Would he come and dig her up? What if he leaves me? What if I die here? Or they forget where they buried me or…or…

Gwen curled up into a ball as much as her limited space allowed her too. Her internal clock could tell it had been way more than five minutes—it was at LEAST seven. I'm going to die!! Gwen thought.

Finally, a frenzied shout came from above where she lay. "Gwen! Gwen, I'm so sorry, a mime chased me and I forgot…I'm so sorry don't be mad!"

"I'm not mad Trent! Just get me out! Please!" It sounded like Gwen was crying, and Trent instantly felt ten times worse. She must have really been freaked out, and I just left her! Trent thought as he quickly unburied her. When the sand was piled away he jumped down into the hole and pried open the plastic container.

His first greeting from Gwen was her walkie-talkie being thrown at his head. Then, a split second later she all but pounced on him, throwing her arms around his neck. Trent gladly put his arms around her and pulled her close, letting her sob uncharacteristically on his shoulder.

"I thought I was going to die! Don't leave me like that, I was so afraid of running out of air, or you not remembering me or…" she trembled in his arms.

"Shh, it's okay. See, you're alive! You made it! I'm so proud of you, Gwen."

"It's not like I had a choice." She mumbled sadistically into his sleeve. Trent pulled back and wiped away a few stray tears from her face. She blushed knowing he had seen her cry; she hated when people saw her like that.

"Well, you did better than me," Trent said smiling. "I managed to earn a point somehow, but I was running and screaming like a baby the whole time!"

"Yeah, I thought I heard someone." Gwen said, her tears subsiding. They laughed together as he helped her up. "C'mon, let's go watch Courtney. I think she's jumping into green jell-o or something like that.

"JELL-O?" Owen said, running towards the event.

The pair laughed and walked together to see how their teammate would fair.

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Sorry to all my Canadian readers, I had to say "Jell-o". Green jelly just doesn't sound right when I say it! Haha, I hope you liked this chapter, it might not be the best but comeon, I think it was okay for two updates in one day, right?

Ah, well, two more coming up tomorrow. Send in your ideas! Please!

And as always, review!!

!kurtle!