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"Last Time on Total Drama Island; Our remaining campers took part in a paintball dear hunt. It was a hard-fought battle with many twists and turns. But thanks to poor, sweet, clueless Lindsay mistake, costed her team the Screaming Gophers and was voted off. How will Heather recover from such a lost? And who will be eliminated next? Find out today on Total Drama Island.
*** intro ***
The camera opens with an overshoot of the island, and the audience sees smoke puffs coming from Boney island which has been extinguished, leaving nothing but black crisp trees. The camera then turns to the Bass boys' cabin, Ezekiel was lying on his bed whittling his gift for Bridgette. Duncan just woke up, hoped off his bed to do some pushups. He was greeted by a pair of dirty uhderwear lying on the ground. He jumped back in disgust and accidentally slipped, causing him to fall.
"EEW!" Duncan's yells woke up the remaining boys up."Harold, what the heck is your crusty old underwear doing on the floor?"
Harold rubbed his eyes and yawned before looking down at what was bothering Duncan.
"I don't remember putting that there, you sure it's mine?"
"Dude, your mom stitched the name on the back of it," Geoff pointed out.
"Huh, must have fallen out of my drawer without me noticing. Sorry about that." Harold picked up the article of clothing and placed it in the drawer, before leaving the cabin with Ezekiel.
"Geoff we need to teach Harold and Homeschool a lesson."
"Why Homeschool?"
"The loser is chancing after your girl."
*** Outside the Gophers Cabin ***
As many of the Gophers are on their way to prepared for the day, Heather can be sulking over the steps of the cabin, obviously still frustrated about her alliance member being eliminated.
"Still feeling down?" Izzy asked as she sat down with Heather.
"It sucks, were supposed to be the final three. This pretty much ruins my plans!"
"Well, why don't we just find someone else to be in our alliance?" Izzy asked.
Heather pondered this, thinking over her options for who she could Include in her alliance. Gwen, LeShawna and Trent would be an obvious, no, considering the lack of trust they have. However Noah, seemed like a boy she could easily sway to her side. A grin spread across Heather's face as she thought about it.
*** Confessional Heather ***
"It stinks that Lindsay was eliminated. It really is. But I am resourceful. I can make this work. Noah riped for the picking. It will be just like school. Smile, bat your eyes, and dorks will do anything for you."
*** Bathrooms ***
Gwen along with LeShawna and Beth were brushing their teeth. The farm girl was deep in thought, "Girls?"
"Something on your mind Beth?" LeShawna asked looking down.
"Well remember what Heather did to Gwen and Trent?"
"Yes!" Gwen gritted her teeth.
"She plated our...you know on Cody to turn you against him."
*** Confessional LeShawna ***
""Cody..." Looking down quilty. "If you're watching this, we're all sorry we voted you off instead of Heather. But don't worry, she's next!"
*** Confessional Gwen ***
Arms crossed, also looking livid, "I swear if Heather pulls one more stunt, I'll give the sharks a new meal. And..." Buries her hands in her face, "God I been a bitch to Cody for ages. I want to makes amends somehow, I guess I'll start with eliminating Heather."
*** Confessional Beth ***
"You know, now that I think of it...I wasted a pretty good opportunity to get rid of Heather last night. The more I think about it, the more I don't want to be in her alliance!"
*** Beach ***
Bridgette spent the early morning hours surfing, performing every trick she knew. She wanted to enjoy as much time as she could relax on the beach before there next challenge. She waded back onto the shore for a rest, panting happily. Bridgette made her way up the sandy beach and was surprised to see a rather elegant sandcastle. When she came closer, she saw that Harold and Ezekiel were responsible for the beautiful creation. As she came closer, she heard Harold call out.
"How are the waves?"
"Great."
"Awesome, I might go surfing later."
"You know how to surf?" Bridgette smiled with a raised eyebrow giggling, imagining what it would be like to see Harold on a surfboard.
"I wasn't lying about saying I have mad skills but I'm sure you could teach me a thing or two," Harold commented as he carved a window in the castle's tower, "but Ezekiel's never surfed before."
Ezekiel blinked as his name was called.
"Really?" Bridgette looked over at him.
"I haven't been around lakes or the ocean growing up on the prairies, eh." Ezekiel stammered and looked around, "It's really pretty."
"Yeah, this place is nice. Without Chris and his sidekick Chef, this place wouldn't be so bad." Bridgette smiled as the two nodded in agreement.
Harold was struck with an idea and grinned, "Say, Bridgette, why don't you teach Ezekiel how to surf?"
"What?" Ezekiel exclaimed, his eyes widening.
Bridgette hummed in thought, looking over him, "Sure."
Harold beamed, and Ezekiel stared, his eyes widening even more at her response "Really? You'd teach me?" the prairie boy asked.
"I don't mind at all," She smiled, hiding a slight blush on her face. Ezekiel looked well built, he was no Geoff, but still, he was wiry and toned from working on the farm she assumed. "Consider it my way of thanking you for teaching me different languages."
"Grab my board Zeke," Harold smiled, jerking his thumb behind him.
"Um, th-anks..."
"You're welcome," The nerd smiled, winking at him. Ezekiel felt there was more meaning to what he had said, but was too distracted by Bridgette smiling at him.
Swallowing hard, Ezekiel picked up the surfboard and followed Bridgette, while Harold waved, watching them.
Ezekiel listened to everything Bridgette said. She spoke with such enthusiasm about surfing he wanted to jump right in. Ezekiel was a little disappointed at first that he couldn't go into the water right away,
"You have to get your on balance first," Bridgette replied.
*** Confessional Bridgette ***
"Hey, why not. Ezekiel needs to learn a skill or two; it might help with his self-confidence. Plus, it would be nice to have someone to surf with."
*** Confessional Harold ***
"Ezekiel needed a push," Harold smiled, "He's lucky he has the greatest wingman on the island." He leaned back, only to fall flat on his butt.
*** Beach ***
Bridgette placed a surfboard on two wobbly rocks and had Ezekiel lay on top of it, struggling to keep his balance.
"Good, now stand up straight!" Bridgette instructed.
Ezekiel attempted to get up, and eventually succeeded but wobbled on the board. "Feet further apart!" Bridgette added, but immediately after, Ezekiel lost his balance and fell. Harold, who was still watching close by, tried to hide his giggling.
What am I'm doing wrong, eh!?" Ezekiel huffed, frustrated and embarrassed.
"It's hard at first, but you'll get the hang of it eventually," Bridgette assured her as Ezekiel attempted to try again, "Surfing is hard. I'm happy you're interested, but you can't learn overnight."
"Oooh," Ezekiel sounded disappointed.
"You know I used to be a lifeguard."
"Used too?"
"I quit because I got fed up with guys ogling me," Bridgette, exclaimed. She noticed that Ezekiel was confused, "Constantly staring at my body. Eventually, so many guys pretended to drown to get CPR from me, that I quit."
"Why would someone pretend to drown?" Ezekiel asked. "That's sound dumb, eh."
Not too far from where they stood, a cowboy-wearing party boy starred at Bridgette from afar. With the same goofy, smile on his face that Ezekiel had.
*** Confessional Geoff ***
"Okay, I homeschool is a decent guy and all, but we both want the same thing: a chance to date Bridgette! But, it's not like I blame homeschool for this. I mean look at her!" He pauses for a second. "What can I do to win her around?"
*** Confessional Ezekiel ***
"Surfing, was really hard but I enjoyed it. I'm happy Bridgette and Katie have forgiven me for what I said back on day one. They've been nice and kind to me."
*** Mess Hall ***
The campers were gathered in the mess hall to eat lunch, some chatting amongst themselves, others just glaring at each other. Izzy was telling Beth about her travels, and she was listening to everything she said; She couldn't help, she liked it when Izzy told such stories. She didn't know if all of them were true, but they were so entertaining that she always gave her the of the doubt.
Bridgette was feeding her bunny which she named Mr. Fuzzy Ears; then the door slammed open, and Harold and Ezekiel stomped in, barefoot. The campers turned to him, startled as they held up their shoes, yelling, in union "Who put mud in our shoes, eh?!"
Bridgette and Katie turned to Duncan with accusing eyes, who grinned and burst out laughing while Ezekiel rolled his eyes and sat down next to Bridgette. Duncan continued laughing along with Geoff, but the party boy stopped when he noticed that the rest of the team was glaring at him. He turned to Bridgette, who seemed disappointed more than angry, and he averted his gaze, hurt.
Over, at the Gopher table, Trent was chatting with Gwen and LeShawna, revealing what Beth told her, while Heather sat next to Noah with a flirtatious smile and placed on hand on his shoulder.
"You, know Noah?" She batted her eyes,"I think you're very cute."
Noah scoffed, "Please. You think you're the first one to pull that trick on me." He didn't even met her gaze as he ate.
"It's not a trick, you're cute, smart, brave, stro..." LeShawna poured her bowl of spaghetti over Heather's head, who ran screaming towards the washrooms.
LeShawna dusts her hands, grinning smugly, "I feel SO much better now."
*** Confessional Heather ***
Heather's hair is wrapped in a towel, with a livid look on her face, "This means war Ghetto Girl!"
*** Mess Hall ***
"Campers," Chris entered the mess hall, "I hope you're ready to bring the heat because today's challenge is a three-course meal which will be served to me."
Most of the campers groaned in annoyance, Heather was noticeably annoyed, while a few select seemed to be genuinely excited for the challenge.
Noah scoffed. "So, we are basically just making you, lunch?"
"That's right, Noah." Chris smiled.
"You really suck, you know that!" Heather barked, flipping him off.
Ignoring her insult, Chris moved on and faced the Killer Bass. "Okay, since the Bass won the previous challenge last week, you guys get first pick."
The campers made their way to the kitchen, where Chef was there arms folding and holding a steak knife.
"Rule 1 in my kitchen, you do NOT touch the cabinets! Rule 2, you only used the pots and pans assigned. Rule 3, you break anything you replace it. Rule 4, you do not eat anything without my say so. UNDERSTOOD DIRTBAGS!?"
"SIr, yes, sir!"
"GOOD!" Chef snarled and stormed out, as the bass walked over to the freezer.
"So, who wants to be head chef?" Harold asked as he inspected the freezer.
"We can make a killer Italian meal," Geoff proclaimed, tapping his chin as he starred wide-eyed at all the ingredient.
"Alright," Duncan nodded, "you are the head chef."
"That sounds awesome; I love Italian," Katie smiled.
"Adoro anche L'Italiano." Ezekiel added, to which only Bridgette nodded in agreement.
"Great, let's get grabbing," Geoff entered the freezer, followed by his team, telling them which ingredient they needed.
"Alright, team, let's get cooking," Courtney said as the Bass left the freezer and walked over to their side of the kitchen.
"Okay, we have a three-course meal to make," Geoff pointed out to his team as they placed their supplies on a table. "Everyone pair up."
"I know how to make pasta, eh," Ezekiel said.
"I know how to boil pasta," Bridgette added, smiling at the prairie boy.
"Cool, looks like you dudes can handle the main dish," Geoff said, "Who's next?"
"I can cover the antipasto," Harold offered, "I'm like a black belt in cutting cheese."
The other members of the bass, excluding Ezekiel, started to chuckling at Harold's comment, causing him to facepalm when he realized what he just said.
"I can help with that," Katie offered, "Sadie and made it all the time," she said, mentioning Sadie without tearing up for the first time since her best friend's elimination.
"I'll help you dudes out," Geoff replied. "So that leaves Duncan and Countney with dessert." Duncan smirked, and Courtney just rolled her eyes.
The Bass all seemed to be happy starting to prepare their meal together, but the Gophers, led by Heather, were starting to collapse.
"LeShawna, help Noah with the ribs," "Heather said, the home girl scowled at Heather but depict her anger she wasn't going throw a challenge she walked over and gave Noah a smile.
"Alright, Short stuff. I know a sauce that can charm the devil."
"That's good, concerning we're cooking for him." LeShawna smirked
"Trent and Gwen, you're on pineapple skewers." Gwen was shocked that Heather place her with Trent, wondering if this was all just a trick. The two looked at each other nodded in agreement. "That leaves me, Beth and Izzy on flambé. Now let's win this challenge. CHOP! CHOP!"
Noah quirked a brow, "Who died and made you head chef?"
"Because I'm the team leader? And, it's not like we have any other candidates."
*** Confessional LeShawna ***
"I have had it with that white girl. She's bossy, rude and hasn't done anything but hurt people since she got here"
*** Kitchen ***
Now the fourteen teens began to gather around their prep tables.
The Bass were moving along when Duncan, from who was preparing the dough, gave a thumbs up back up.
Geoff went over to help Harold and 'accidentally' dropped a pot on to Harold's pants.
"AHHH! What the hell?"
Geoff put up his hands, "easy man, just get changed."
Harold sighed and walked out of the door.
Geoff chuckled until he looked to see Bridgette glaring at him.
*** Bass Cabin ***
Harold was currently searching through his drawers only to find that all of his pants were missing, only his pajamas were left. He growled to himself, "Duncan, he must have planned this.?!"
*** Kitchen ***
"Real mature guys!?" Harold walking into the kitchen, wearing his pajama.
Duncan and Geoff were laughing hysterically at the sight.
Courtney raised an eyebrow, "What happened?"
"I tried to get new pant's." Harold answered, then glared at the laughing duo. "Until SOMEONE took all my pants!"
The two stopped laughing when they realized they were the only one's who were laughing.
Duncan glared fiercely at the rest of the Bass and snapped. "What the hell?! Can't any of you take a joke?!"
Katie scowled, "That was supposed to be funny?!"
Heather snickered, "Don't worry you guy's I thought it was hilarious." The rest of the Gophers glared at her.
Geoff looked around nervously and looked to see Bridgette giving him a harsh stared. "C'mon, the guy's leaving his dirty underwear lying around the cabin, it's hugely disgusting!"
Harold snapped, "It wasn't me!" He narrowed his eyes and went back to back to his station.
Bridgette growled out, to everyone surprise. "That wasn't funny, your just being a creep!"
Duncan casually waved her off.
"So, Trent?" Gwen asked while she washed the pineapple, "Look, next time we lose Heather gone."
"I'm cool with that ." Trent smiled, cutting the pineapples.
"I still cannot believe I hit him," Gwen looked down ashamed, "I felt so betrayed, I thought he'd been lying to me about everything."
"It's my fault too," Trent looked down cutting the pineapple, "I did voted for him too."
"That girl was born without a heart," The goth girl narrowed her angry stare at Heather, who was verbally abusing Beth and Izzy.
"Maybe we can get her a surgeon," Noah remarked, from his side. "Have her get a cardiac implant."
Next to them were, LeShawna and Noah were chopping the tomatoes and bell peppers to prepare a sauce to put on the ribs. The home girl was glaring over at Heather, while she violently chopping.
Heather was sitting on a stool doing her make-up, Beth stopped working for a minute and sighed. "Heather, could you like, help us?"
Heather stared at Beth as if she had said something awful. Well, she had, in her eyes anyway.
"You have to be joking me?" laughed Heather. "Shut up and get back to work!"
"You think you're allowed to do anything you want if you think it'll help you win? That it's all right to ignore the others feelings? I refuse to accept that way of doing things!" Beth outburst got the attention of even the Bass. "You tried to break up Trent and Gwen, planted our laundry on Cody, tried to seduce Noah. Beth clenched her fist. "You... you... you're a lying, backstabbing two-faced, you're a..."
A long censor had to be used as Beth gave her final insult to Heather, this resulted in her dropping her make-up kit. LeShawna grined and picked it up.
Heather scowled, "Give it back!"
LeShawna smirked and threw it to Noah, "heads up!"
Noah blinked and caught it. He then looked up to saw Heather's snarling face, "hand it over!"
Noah shrugged and threw it over to Izzy, who was waving her arms. Izzy grinned and soon threw it to Gwen. "Catch Beth!"
Beth caught the make-up kit and Heather then walked up to her, snapped fingers, and held out her hands.
LeShawna, however, yelled, "Over here girl!" LeShawna had opened up the freezer, grinning devilishly.
Beth looked to the freezer, shrugged, and threw the make-up kit into the freezer.
Heather gasped and ran in to get it. "NO!"
LeShawna soon locked the door behind her with Heather yelling, which had to cencored out.
*** Confessional LeShawna ***
"Cody that was for you."
*** Kitchen ***
Harold was still in his pajamas, cooking when Katie looked to him. "Are you OK?"
"I don't wanna talk about it."
Katie raised an eyebrow at him, which caused Harold to sigh. "Look, I'm fine, I'm used to it that's all."
"You don't have to put up with this you know."
Harold frowned, "There is no way I'm going to admit that idiot was right.*
Katie rubbed his back, "Just to let you know, I think your awesome."
Ezekiel was tasting the sauce and shaking his head. "It needs some more spices, eh."
"It looks fine to me."
Ezekiel put up his hands nervously, "It's just needs to be a little more spicier that's all eh."
"l'm impressed, Ezekiel." She commented as she watched him, she smirked playfully and couldn't help but to tease him. "Hey, Ezekiel, isn't cooking supposed to be a 'woman's job'?" Ezekiel pulled his toque down in embarrassment, "Sorry, it was just a joke." She reassured him.
"When your father work hard every single day and don't come home until nighttime and your mother has some medical conditions that makes it a little hard for her to get around, so you have to help her out when you can. You learn to do the." makes air quotations. "'woman's work' yourself."
"Oh," Bridgette muttered, looking down as she rubbed stirred the noodles. "That's probably why your dad said you should watch out for the girl's, huh?"
"Maybe, but let's not talk about those times.* Ezekiel said with a smiled, as he was cutting up tomatos. "I'd much rather focus on the challenge, eh."
"Me too," she said, smiling again.
"Bridgette?" He scratched the back of his head as embarrassed, "Can we... practice some surfing again later?"
"I guess we can."
"Really?" Ezekiel exclaimed loudly.
"Sure, I loved to." She grinned.
While Courtney was busy making the custard, Duncan smiled and was teasing her.
"Careful your uptight ass doesn't curled the custard.*
"Careful your ogre sizes hands doesn't ruined the dough!"
"Everything looks it is coming along great," LeShawna said, "We just might turn our losing streak around. Trent, Gwen, how are the pineapple coming?" Gwen and Trent nodded to LeShawna as they were putting the finishing touches on their plate, "Good we might just win this." The pair smiled at LeShawna as she went over to Beth and Izzy. "Where's the flambé?"
"Just have to light it," Izzy smiled and lit a match to light the flambé, terrifying all the campers in the kitchen considering the last time she handled fire she caused a forest fire. Noah was on standby with a fire extinguisher. The flambé burst into a fireball, singing off Izzy's eyebrows, "Whoops," she exclaimed as Noah put out the flame.
"Great we have no desert!" Trent replied..
As the Gophers were desperately trying to come up with another dessert, things were going well with the Bass.
"Pasta is boiled and really," Bridgette said, "and the sauce is simmering."
"The antipasto is looking great," Katie added.
"We're going to take Chris' pants off," Ezekiel comment made the team facepalm, Bridgette leaned in and whispered into Ezekiel's ear, "I mean we're going to knock Chris' socks off."
"Awesome dudes," Geoff replied, "You, how's dessert coming?" The team looked over at the dessert station to find Duncan preparing the dough, and Courtney was the making the custard.
"Duncan, you've got to rolled the dough softly," Courtney replied. his eyes twitched a little and reluctantly complied with her directions.
"Campers, five minutes and counting," Chris said as he poked his head into the kitchen, "Better star with those finishing touches now. Bass is up first."
Chris walked back into the mess hall; the remaining campers were patiently waiting to be called in the Mess Hall to have their dishes judged. Most of them were either finishing their prep tables or making small talk with each other.
"We better go watch to see how they do," Noah said, the others nodding in agreement.
Back in the mess hall, the Killer Bass began to serve Chris his three-course meal. First up, Katie, Harold and Geoff presented him with the antipasto. Chris took a couple of bites and smiled.
"The antipasto was great! Pass the pasta please."
Ezekiel smiled and placed the plate of spaghetti in front of Chris,who slurped up the noddles and smiled, "Give it a 10 out of 10 for the pasta and antipasto!" making Geoff, Katie, Harold, Bridgette and Ezekiel grin. Courtney, along with Duncan, finally presented Chris with the dessert plate.
"On a scale to one to ten, sixteen!" Chris smiled, The Bass team grinned with satisfaction and cleared the table.
"Alright Screaming Gophers, the Bass set the bar pretty high, so you best have something good."
"We sure do," Noah responded as he entered the kitchen, and brought out the plate ou ribs and Gwen took out pineapple appetizer, earning seven points for the pineapple and perfect ten for the ribs.
Izzy brought out the burnt flambé and placed in front of Chris. The Gophers crossed their fingers as Chris slowly took a bite and began choked on the dessert.
"I got you, man," Geoff ran over and grabbed Chris around the waist, performing the Heimlich.
"Well..." Chris slowly drank the glass of water that Ezekiel offered, "The Bass are the clear winners today, and will be rewarded with a five-star meal under the stars. Then after you are spending the evening in the mess hall for a dance."
The Bass members cheered and congratulated one another, Ezekiel and Bridgette cheered and hugged each other. Duncan and Courtney did was well, but pushed each other away, blushing.
As the Gopher all looked defeated. "Gophers, you know when and where."
*** Confessional Bridgette ***
"Wow...tonight sounds like it's going to be so romantic. I can't wait."
*** Elimination Ceremony ***
At the bonfire the Gophers, Heather was bright blue, shiveringly and with painted on eyebrows her team glaring at her.
"Screaming Gophers, back again, I see. You must have loving being here with me." Chris chuckled, earning glares from the teens. "Now if..."
Noah groaned, cutting him off, "The camper doesn't get a marshmallow, blah blah blah."
"Do you mind?" Chris glared at him.
"No, not really."
"Noah, don't ruin this for him. It's one of his few joys life," Gwen remarked, earning a grin from the bookworm.
Chris pinched the bridge on his nose and threw a marshmallow at Noah's face.
"Noah is safe," Chris said, annoyed. "Next marshmallows go to Trent, Gwen and LeShawna."
Each member of the Gophers got and received their marshmallow as their names were called.
"Izzy, you are also safe," Izzy took the symbol of immunity, leaving just Heather and Beth left.
"Heather and Beth I only have one marshmallow left on my plate."
Beth glared at Heather looking confident, while Heather slipped her finger around her neck.
"The last marshmallow goes to."
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"Heather"
Beth gasped and looked at the others, "What...Why?"
The others looked as surprised as Heather smugly smiled. "This is what you get for cursing me out!"
Gwen yelled, "No way! We didn't vote her off. You must have counted wrong!"
Chris just smirked and shrugged. He then snapped his fingers and Chef grabbed Beth and dragged her to boat of losers. Heather watched the scene silently, smirking.
*** Confessional Heather ***
Heather is seen with a knife and an open voted box, "Oh you think your funny Beth. I told you not to cross me." She takes out a bunch of forged votes and placed them inside.
*** Camp Grounds; Night ***
The Killer Bass were enjoying their victory, nice set tables with candlelight placed on them looking like a five-star restaurant. Duncan, Geoff, Katie and Courtney sat together and at another table, Ezekiel and Bridgette were having a nice conversation, talking about surfing and different languages.
The prairie boy tried some of the vegetarian meal, and it made Bridgette happy that he gave it a try. Harold just picked at his food, upset about what happened early. The dinner was high quality, as promised, far better than anything else they'd been served on the island.
The Mess Hall was decorated like a prom. Every camper was dressed to the nines.
Chef provided the music, and jazz and blues music filled the air.
Geoff and Harold took turns dancing with Katie and Bridgette. Heather just sat in the corner, looking down at everyone. Duncan walked over to Courtney and smiled, she groaned under her breath but was little taken back by the boy and took his hand.
"Alright..." Courtney said softly before glaring, "but if you even think about getting feisty with me"
A little later on, a slower song came on, Bridgette hummed along with it, then looked at those dancing on the floor. She looked over and asked softly, "Would you like to dance?"
The prairie boy's eyes widened, then swallowed lightly. "O-okay. I...l...never really practiced slow dancing, eh."
"It's not that hard."
Ezekiel rose to his feet and offered his hand to Bridgette for a dance. At first, the surfer seemed a little taken back by the offer blushing, but it accepted it without any hesitation. Ezekiel led her to the dance floor.
"No, no, no. Like this," Bridgette said, taking the lead. "Sway left to right like this. Nothing fancy...here put your hand on my waist."
"HUH!?" Ezekiel almost chuckled.
Bridgette smiled and chuckled a little, gently grabbing hold of his arms wrapping around them her waist, which shocked him. She had a slight twinkle in her eyes that almost made his heart jump. They gently swayed back and forth in rhythm to the song, only stumbling a little. She felt he had a rather comfortable figure, one that was decency strong, soft, and warm. The surfer girl cuddled up against him, and then she could feel his racing heart.
As the song continued, other couples joined them on the dance floor. Duncan and Courtney were dancing, Geoff and Harold took turns dancing with Katie.
Ezekiel and Bridgette were exactly the same height from forehead to toe. They looked into one another's eyes. Their eyes were sparkling, and it seemed like sparks were flying between them at the moment. Harold, Katie and Geoff watched the Ezekiel and Bridgette, admiring the scene, or in Geoff case, feeling queasy.
Her smiled was radiant, "You know, these past couple of days have been really nice. Want to surf more tomorrow?"
He almost nodded, because he was so tongue-tied, but he manage to smile and say, "Sure, eh. It was really fun do to last time; I could really get into surfing."
"I'd glad to teach you more, Ezekiel."
*** Confessional Bridgette ***
"This was the most wonderful evening of my life."
*** Confessional Ezekiel ***
"I never thought I could ever be this happy."
*** Confessional Geoff ***
"Home-school...Bridgette...are they?... Nah! No way! She... wouldn't be. No, it couldn't be, not after what he said about girls" He tried to convince himself, "Bridgette and I...we had a connection! Didn't we?!"
*** Next Morning ***
Ezekiel and Harold up to loud chirping and looked to see a shocking scene.
Their bunk bed was on the dock of shame with the campers's gathered around the beach, few of them laughing and pointing.
They looked down and gasped to find themselves completely naked and in front of a live camera.
Geoff and Duncan busted out laughing at the slight.
Harold and Ezekiel gasped and whipped around. However their bed sheets got tangled up around them and fell on the docks, slamming Harold head against it as he went down. Ezekiel being from the top bunk slam his head as well and lands in the water.
Geoff and Duncan immediately stopped laughing, as Courtney went to cheek on Harold and Bridgette dived in after Ezekiel. They were both dazed blood coming down the side of their heads, and breathing erratically.
Courtney looked worried, "I think their having a mild seizure. Let's get them to the medical tents!"
Remaining Campers:
Screaming Gophers: Noah, LeShawna, Gwen, Heather, Trent, Izzy.
Killer Bass. Ezekiel, Courtney, Katie, Harold, Bridgette, Geoff, Duncan.
14th Place: Beth
15th Place: Lindsay
16th Place: Cody
17th Place: Tyler
18th Place: Sadie
19th Place: DJ
20th Place: Justin
21st Place: Owen
22nd Place: Eva
Voting Results
Figged by Heather
Ezekiel said, I love Italian as well.
