AN: Time to pry into their thoughts again! That's always fun. So just read up!
Oh my gosh! I just realized that there are only eight of them left! I'm about to cry here…
Blink
Mush had done it. I should've known he'd find some way into getting his way. He wanted Skittery to stay in the house, and against all odds, what happens? Skittery stays. He probably cut some pretty good deals for that one.
But I didn't care. Well, I cared on a superficial level, but if that was what Mush wanted, then he deserved it. Call me gullible, call me obsessed. But if you call me anything to my face, in love would basically be 'all of the above'.
It's strange to say that. I'm in love. I've never felt quite like this before, not even with my last movie-star girlfriend that I met on the set of my latest movie. And believe me, was she a hottie…any guy would've fallen in love with her.
Except for me. No, I fall in love with an amazing, sensitive, caring guy from a tiny farming community in Kansas.
Call me crazy. Call me obsessed.
But I'd rather you just state the obvious.
I'm in love.
Mush
I knew my instincts had to be right. Someone else did vote to keep Skittery. I didn't know who, I didn't know why…and frankly I didn't care. Maybe Blink had done it, but I doubt it. He's very stubborn.
Now all I had to do was figure out why Skittery was acting so weird- before he either got evicted or got kicked out for murdering Race. Easier said than done…when Skittery doesn't want to talk, he's not going to.
So I only have one option…I have to win head of household, and keep him safe for this week. I've been trying to fly below the radar, not winning barely any competitions, but now is as good a time as any to try.
This competition would be the real test. Would the others realize that I really hadn't been putting in my all in the previous competitions?
Skittery
I couldn't believe it. They actually voted out Itey instead of me! It must have been the coffee…or something. I just didn't understand it.
I did understand one thing, though. Time to fly low. It was like God had blessed me with a second chance, and now he was waiting to see what I did with it. And I wasn't going to waste it. The trick? Don't win head of household. Stay out of the line of fire.
Maybe I should apologize to Race…
Naaaah. That was a little much. Then they'd think I was a schitzo.
I'd just ignore Race. Yeah, that was it…until I got a clean chance at it, and then using the house's own rules, I'd wring his neck and have him out of here. And I wouldn't have to touch him to do it.
No one crosses me and gets away with it.
Bumlets
Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
All because I wanted to give him a sympathy vote. How was I to know that there were three insane people in the house? How was I to know that what I thought was a sympathy vote turned out to be the deciding vote?
Ugh. That makes me sick. Now one of the strongest competitors in the house was still here, and it was all my fault.
This week's head of household competition was going to be vicious. Everyone needed to get head of household to save their own ass. Cause now it's down to eight, and when you think about it, that's not very many at all.
Specs
Well…Mush has more brains in that naïve head of his than I thought he did. He ended u being right. Now we had his protection, and he had his extra week with Skittery…whatever he wanted that for.
I wonder who else voted in Skittery's favor…probably Blink. I mean, if Dutchy asked me to do something like that for him, I wouldn't have a complaint. At least, I'd like to think I wouldn't.
I wonder what my family is thinking, watching this. My sister…she's probably just enjoying the publicity. My mom is probably canceling all her fancy parties for the near future because she doesn't want to discuss my sexuality with her rich friends. And dad…I wouldn't be surprised if he went on the news to announce that he was disowning me or something like that. Wouldn't surprise me a bit. He probably complains about me to every single one of his patients, too.
But somehow, that doesn't matter to me anymore. It just doesn't.
As long as I still had Dutchy when I walked out that door, even if he lasted longer than me, everything would work out fine. Somehow.
It had to.
Spot
This house is full of people who have completely lost their minds!
What were they trying to pull, keeping him in the house? Did they want to die a very painful, violent death? I sure didn't. I knew that for a fact.
Maybe he would tone it down. Maybe he would realize that he's making us feel like cats trapped in a cage with a starving Doberman, and he'd stop being…well, whatever he's being.
Ha. Very funny, Spot.
Just win head of household, and everything will go as planned.
Dutchy
Skittery was still in. It was like a miracle and a curse all rolled into one. A miracle for Skittery, a curse for all of us who wanted to see our eighteenth birthday.
But that's okay. I don't think I'm on his hit list quite yet. Still laying low here.
And if I kept laying low, who knows how far I'd make it?
Race
Head of household. That's all I could think about. I had to get head of household, and then I would be safe and everything would be fine. I'd put him back up, and this time he'd get evicted for sure, especially if I put him up against someone like Mush.
But I had to win the competition before I could do that. And I had to avoid Skittery, at all costs. And I had to make my own meals…who knows, he might poison me.
No. Nevermind. I couldn't live without that cooking. Besides, if he tried anything, the cameras would catch him and he knew it.
So much for flying low. It was time to come out with the grenade launcher in hand.
AN: Okay, next chapter is the head of household/food competition. And it is gonn a be fun. And you guys know what could happen when my muses think something is fun…