To My Dearest Diary

Dramaglitz

To my dearest diary,

He is juvenile, obnoxious, completely ignorant, and he has a green Mohawk. I'll have you know that a Mohawk is horrible enough without it being died a completely provoking and unnatural color. Does he actually think he looks good with it? Okay…so maybe he sort of does, I mean he is sort of cute. Ugh, no, what am I saying? He is definitely not cute or anything relatively close to that adjective.

To my dearest diary,

I swear if he doesn't help us win this challenge, and our team ends up losing, I am going to murder him. Who does he think he is? Doesn't he know this is a competition? A competition for a hundred grand cash prize nonetheless. Any sane person would confront him, any person with great leadership skills would most definitely, and since I happen to be both, obviously I did confront him. Then, he has the nerve to accuse me of liking him, as if. Never.

To my dearest diary,

Now, he has Geoff convinced that I like him to. Really, I can't stand him. He is so repulsive. I'm only being concerned for a teammate by bringing him food—or whatever this grub qualifies as. I would've done the same for Bridgette. It's not that big of a deal, and the room Chef sentenced him to did seem kind of frightening.

To my dearest diary,

I assume denial can conflict with me sometimes, because maybe, I do like Duncan…just a little. He's different, not in all good ways, but that can be changed. The truth is that I haven't had so much fun since—well actually, I've never had that much fun. Who knew rebellion could be so empowering? I couldn't help but kiss him, and he is a pretty good kisser. I would be lying if I said that I never once fantasized about that kiss before, of course, he doesn't need to know that, he's an egocentric jerk. So, let's just keep it between us.

A/N: I know it's short, but I've been busy, so I decided to a cute little story for this episode. Review please, my astounding readers!