Ahh, a new chapter right? I know, I have been major slacking. Coming up with ideas is hard. (And friends, and school take time too haha) I was really disappointed in the last chapter. The reason why I don't update a lot is because I want this story to be good, the writing to be great, even if it means not updating in forever. The last chapter was rushed because I wanted to get a new Idea out so quick. So don't be upset if the storyline gets dropped or something. But I'm also planning on doing some rewrites in previous chapters. Nothing big, but some of the writing is horrible and the characters are all over the place and not enough detail. Haha But the storyline will stay the same. Enough of this intro, please enjoy. Also review too!

- Clairefan82.

Wesker paced back and fourth in the living area. He had a lot of doubt in his mind. That Silent Intensity would always beat them at the annual decathlon. If there was any way to beat them, he would take it, and he would bring triumph back to the S.T.A.R.S. team. But at the same time, it isn't like he was given a powerful legion of some sort. There was Chris, who was dumber than a bag of wet hair. He believed last year that someone could actually get pregnant in the Jacuzzi. There was Jill who was sort of a whore, but not exactly there yet. However, she was very domineering, as she called her boobs "chesticles". The thought of that word brought shivers to Wesker. And look at Wesker himself. He was 35, working as a captain who got no respect, and was not married or had no kids. He soon stopped thinking of himself when Claire walked in the room. Claire was different than other girls he met. He realized that he was starting to be more of himself when he was around her. She was nice, and funny, and she hated the others almost as much as Wesker did…however, this was the bitch that shot him, and caused him to be electrocuted by that flaming Ashford. She wasn't enough to please him and Mr. Waffles.

"Guys, we have got to get it together! I cannot stand to lose another Decathlon to these losers!" Chris said.

"You, the one who always loses the egg toss competition are calling them losers?" Rebecca said.

"Hey that is a hard game!" Chris snapped back.

"Oh yeah, maybe. But can you explain the last year's competition where we replaced your regular egg, with a hard-boiled egg? How the hell do you lose that?" Rebecca yelled, almost causing Chris to flinch.

"I thought it would make a good snack so I saved it for later."

Claire then decided to step in, as she thought she was the only sane person of the group.

"Everyone calm down! You are all stressed, and you just need to relax. Did anyone notice that were in the great outdoors with endless possibilities of fun? I know we had activities planned, some things were said, arrows were shot, and better versions of ourselves had verbally kicked you in the balls, but that is ok. Everyone, just go to your rooms, take a siesta and comeback tonight and we will all think of a way to beat Silent Intensity. How stupid of a name is that anyways? Wesker and me will handle this. Whose with me?"

Everyone sort of applauded, but not really. Claire thought she heard a "yay" but wasn't to sure. She just wanted some peace and quiet.

Alfred headed out, but not before calling to Wesker.

"Albert, my bed is next to a heater…incase you get…cold. Besides, body heat is the best heat."

Wesker just stared in awkwardness. He then walked over to Claire who then started to make herself a sandwich.

"So, what is this huge plan you have conspired?" Wesker said in his trademark, monotone voice.

"Oh that was a lie." Claire replied.

"A what?"

"You know, a lie. When you make stuff up, don't tell the truth."

"I know what a lie is you half wit. But why would you tell them that?"

"Ok, I'm gonna be honest. They suck. Because I shot you in the arm today, you missed that your team can't even shoot an arrow, or cooperate Even at the office, Forrest asks me how they make Jell-o green. The fact that the other team just comes on your own turf and insults you is just sad. So I lied, and said were gonna make this huge plan, but in actuality were just gonna get totally wasted."

Wesker couldn't process what he just heard. He saw a new side to Claire that he had never seen before. Bitchy, blunt, smart, and knows how to make things suck less by drinking. Could he be falling for Claire Redfield…The sister of the stupid, naïve Chris Redfield? Wesker would hate him with a passion if he weren't so stupid, but that was beside the point. He truly underestimated her, and the awkward moment of when he first met her. Wesker quickly snapped back into reality as he could her Claire calling for his attention.

"Wesker, you okay?" Claire asked.

"I'm fine," he snapped back.

"Okay, okay. Easy Tiger. Listen I just need to pick something special up for tonight, can you get the booze and set some stuff up? " Claire asked.

"Sure, got to go check out some…paperwork. See you soon."

Wesker causally turned around and walked away, but headed straight to the cabins. He only had one thing on his mind, and that was to impress Claire.

"What should I wear? Hmm…Alfred should know"

Short chapter, but progress nonetheless right? Expect big Party chapter next! :D