A/N: The song that Gilly is singing in the beginning of this chapter is "Burn It to the Ground" by Nickelback. Which is the song that I totally associate with that Bad Touch Trio ;D

Just a Little Push

Part 26

Gillian was incredibly excited right now. Super awesomely excited. Since she'd totally beasted that American pansy with her awesome ghost story-telling skills last night! Which was why she was currently celebrating by jumping on top of the single bed in her cabin, singing at the top of her lungs...

"We're going out tonight! Hey! To kick out every light! Hey! Take anything we want! Hey! Take everything in sight! Hey...!"

"Gilly, cher..." But then Francis interrupted her, which totally wasn't awesome, since she was just getting to the best part of the song. Although he did flash her an apologetic smile when she stopped bouncing in order to stare at him. "As much as we love to listen to you sing, aren't we supposed to be strategizing for the competition today?"

Ah, yeah. Gillian had almost forgotten about that. She glanced around the space, mentally going over her list of teammates. Ludwig and Feliciana were seated in chairs right beside the bed that she was currently using as a make-shift trampoline; Feli's chair was scooted as close to Ludwig's as possible, of course. Francis was seated on Mattie's bed, an open magazine resting on his lap. Heracles was dozing on one of the unoccupied beds with the frying pan bitch sitting beside him.

Even Natalya was here, sitting on her own bed. And sharpening a knife...

Meaning that the only person on their team that wasn't present was Arthur. Which was totally unawesome. She'd have to yell at him later for that.

Anyway. Back to the matter at hand. Gill bent down a little so she could bounce especially high. Then once she'd reached her maximum height, she lifted her legs so she fell right onto her back, the impact bouncing her back up a few inches. She immediately giggled at the sensation and then rolled onto her side in order to look over the rest of her awesome team again.

Or almost awesome team... It would be more awesome if the frying pan bitch wasn't here. But, you couldn't have everything.

"We don't need to!" she exclaimed, reaching her hand out to poke her brother's knee. He sent her an irritated glare, which she ignored. He wasn't going to move and do anything, since Feliciana happened to be falling asleep on his shoulder.

Which was so super cute! Feli was like the cutest person in the entire world. She totally had to win her bet, since those two would seriously have the cutest baby ever! And then she could be an aunty and teach her little nephew or niece all about being awesome.

Now that she thought about it—she pouted slightly as the thought darted through her mind—Ally's challenge had totally distracted her from her initial matchmaking plan. She should definitely get back on that or she'd lose. Since Luddy was so clueless that it'd take him forever to actually realize that he loved Feli unless she helped.

But, right now, she had to concentrate on proving that she could date Mattie. No matter what Ally thought. "Because today we're playing flag football! And then we're playing tug-of-war, which I'm totally awesome at. There's no way that we can lose!"

"And why do you say that?" And frying pan bitch cut in, glaring across the room at Gill as she folded her arms over her chest in a 'you're so stupid' sort of posture.

And this was why Gillian didn't want to have Elizaveta on their team. Besides the obvious fact that they hated each other—had since fifth grade—there was the additional factor that Lizzy was completely unawesome and therefore couldn't possibly understand how absolutely amazing her plans really were.

She crossed her arms over her own chest and glared right back. "Well, frying pan bitch, it really should be obvious if you'd just think about it for a little bit. We're playing flag football. You do know what flag football is, don't you?"

The two girls were now glaring at each other, their expressions similar to those of two giant cats about to leap for the other's throat. Gill probably would have jumped at her darling relation if it weren't for the fact that she knewthat Lizzy had a dangerous weapon stashed away in her knapsack. And she was a very very fast draw.

After a few more seconds of attempting to stare the other down, Lizzy turned away, glancing over toward the sleeping-Feli before remarking, in a forcibly calm and reasonable voice, "Yes, I know what flagfootball is. But what does that have to do with choosing to strategize or not?"

Gill grinned slightly at the question and sat upright, leaning forward slightly and continuing in her best attempt at Arthur's accent. "Well, first off, Luddy here," she reached over and smacked her brother on the back, startling him from his silent contemplation of Feliciana's hair—probably attempting to decide whether he should attempt to remove the cascade from his shoulder or not. "He's totally built like a tank, so he can easily smash through any offense that Ally's set up." She paused for a moment, thinking through the members of Ally's team. "He and Ivan would be a pretty equal match, but other than that, no one else really has a chance against him. So he'll be our quarterback! And we'll have him make the runs!"

Elizaveta frowned slightly at the remark. "All of the runs? And what are the rest of us supposed to do, twiddle our thumbs while watching Ludwig run down a field?"

"No." She rolled her eyes at the other girl's stupidity. "We distract everyone else! Everybody distracts everyone else, except for Francis, who will be defense!"

"Why?"

Francis glanced up from where he'd been flipping through his magazine, looking slightly startled at hearing his name mentioned. "Quoi?"

"In flag football, you don't tackle the person who's trying to make a touchdown. You just pull their flag off. And nobody's better at pulling people's belts off than Franny!"

Gillian now gazed around the room, her expression plainly revealing that she was incredibly proud of herself right now. After all, she'd come up with that plan all on her own. It was foolproof! Especially against any stupid plan that Ally would come up with.

Unfortunately, she'd forgotten just how unawesome most of her teammates were. As Luddy groaned and rested his face against his palm and the frying pan bitch started sliding her hand into the knapsack that Gillian knew held her frying pan of doom and despair.

Fortunately—for the frying pan bitch, since any argument that they got into would ultimately end in victory for awesome—the door suddenly slammed open. Revealing a very very exhausted-looking Arthur.

"Artie! You're late!" Finally. Where in the world had he been? Didn't Arthur realize that in order for them to win, they needed the entire team at their super secret planning sessions?

The British student stumbled inside; his movements slow and unsteady like a zombie. And he walked right over to the last free bed and flopped down on top of it, completely ignoring Gill's remark. Which was totally unawesome. How in the world could anyone ignore her?

"Ah, cher~" And Francis immediately stood and walked over to the bed that Arthur had just taken, beaming down at him before sitting down on the empty space near his head. "You look tired. Did Ally keep you up all night?"

Arthur groaned back in response and swatted at the French boy. "Fuck off, frog. Git hasn't let me out of her sight since last night..."

Feliciana apparently had woken up at Arthur's entrance and was now sitting upright, watching him with wide, slightly sleepy eyes. "Ve~ were you with Ally?"

"He's been with Ally since last night." Gill sat up and beamed across the room at where Arthur had rolled over and was now glaring at her through a slit eyelid. A look that plainly read 'don't even start'.

Last night had been pretty hilarious. After the horror story contest—which she had totally beasted at, by the way—they'd gone back to their cabins. Although not necessarily to their own beds.

Natalya hadn't been in the cabin when they came in, not a surprise. She was probably out stalking Ivan or something... Feliciana and Lovina had been the first to go to sleep, Feliciana begging her sister to share a bed with her. Lovina had been grouchy about it, of course, but she'd ended up giving in. Not surprising, since no one could resist Feliciana when she turned on those big puppy eyes.

They'd curled up together on Feliciana's bed bottom bunk. Looking insanely cute together, since they'd fallen asleep with their arms wrapped around each other. Feli's face had been buried against her sister's chest, Lovi's cheek against her sister's hair. Gill had taken pictures, which she'd have to make sure to give to Tonio at some point.

She and Mattie had ended up sharing a bed a bed too. Not because the awesome Gillian Beilschmidt was scared, of course. But hey, if everyone else was sleeping in someone else's bed, then she and her girlfriend should totally get to sleep together!

Not in that way, pervert. Like they'd try anything with Ally in the same room with them. Yeah, she'd been too traumatized by the story to notice that the two of them were sleeping in the same bed, but she wasn't that oblivious.

Anyway, moving on. So the Vargas girls had shared a bed, she'd shared a bed with Mattie. And they'd even had an extra guest. Namely, Arthur. Who'd ended up getting dragged into the cabin by a terrified, trembling Ally. And she'd actually started crying when he tried to leave. So he'd ended up spending the entire night getting squeezed to death by the American girl.

"I couldn't even go and take a piss without the git standing outside the door and then latching onto my arm as soon as I got back outside." Arthur was still grumbling. "I'm going to bloody murder Kiku when I see him."

And Heracles was suddenly sitting up, wide awake, glaring toward where Arthur was lying with a surprisingly intense expression on his face. Which startled everyone else enough that they just stared right back.

Except for Arthur, who had closed both of his eyes and was still grumbling to himself. "He knows that the git is terrified of horror stories. She's probably going to be like this for the next few weeks. Thank God for Mattie or I never would have gotten away."

Gill had never realized that Heracles had the ability to get irritated at someone who wasn't Sadiq.

This could be incredibly useful information.

"Ah, but didn't you enjoy the lovely lap dance that she gave you last night, mon cher?" Francis chuckled, starting to lean down over Arthur's body. "I imagine that you enjoyed it quite a bit, non?"

And then two things happened in the next few seconds.

First off, a sudden bright light flashed from the frying pan bitch's direction. And Gill turned to see her holding a small digital camera in one hand, a tissue pressed to her nose by the other. Her eyes almost the size of dinner plates.

Secondly, Arthur suddenly jerked his knee up in an extremely fast and extremely precise motion. Pow! Right in the crown jewels! And then, before Francis even had a chance to start crying like a girl. Another pow! Right hook! Right to Francis's nose. And he was down. Whimpering in agony.

"Fucking bloody perverted frog!"

Awesome! This was going to be the most awesome game of flag football ever!

A/N: ...Gill. Gill Gill Gill.

Hehe. I love Arthur and Francis so much. ;D

Hope all of you had a lovely Thanksgiving! I had a lovely time. Went out on Black Friday and got myself a PS2. And I've spent the past few days playing intense amounts of Resident Evil 4. Hehe ;D Fun times. Fun times. I have decided that that game is one of the best stress relievers ever~ Except for the parts where you're fighting guys with chainsaws with only a knife because you ran out of bullets... Then it's rather stressful in and of itself...