AN: Thanks for all your suggestions! There was an overwhelming majority on who should be the final two and who should win, but that doesn't mean I'll go by it…it all depends. But if I do go by it, now I can blame it on YOU GUYS if it doesn't work out! BWAHAHAHA!!! Okay…I'm done now, no more hints. Time for the head of household competition…
Also, I had a concern that the family guests were taking away from the main storyline of the guys in the house. In order to avoid this, I am not going to be writing from the point of view of the guests. They are simply pawns…little, trouble causing pawns…
Race
"Grace…you really need to stay away from Skittery."
Grace sighed. "What, because he beat the shit out of you? I can handle myself just fine, thank you."
"He's a criminal. And an insane schitzo who goes off the handle without warning. He's gonna kill you." I said, trying to get through her thick skull with this.
"Yeah, but he's really cute."
I groaned. "That doesn't make up for murderous tendencies."
She stood up and walked out, and I dropped my head into my hands. Skitts was going to kill her, no doubt about it.
"Need a companion, sweetie?"
Reno. She just couldn't stop flirting. If an asteroid hit this house, I was sure she'd be flirting in her dying breath.
"Not right now, Reno."
I felt her sit down next to me anyway. "Aw, come on. A back massage, maybe?" she said, her hands locking on my shoulders and beginning the massage. At first I leaned into it, arching my neck at the exquisite pressure on my tight muscles. But then I remembered that this was the exact way that she got Blink hooked. And then she cheated on him. And then she got mad cause he wouldn't sleep with her.
Just the beginning.
I leaped up from the bed, throwing my hands up. "No. I'm fine, Reno. Leave."
She stood up, her hands on her hips. "Just relax, Race. I don't bite. Not often, anyway."
Believe me, it was tempting. The luscious curves emphasized by a very short, sleeveless, low cut white dress, the soft lips, the sultry voice…I didn't see how Blink resisted this, even to the point of being dumped. It was…overwhelming. And before I knew it, her hands were sliding around my neck.
I yelped and shoved her away, and then I took off, slamming through the door and running to the kitchen, where Skittery was cooking another exquisite meal for us. He looked up at me with a raised eyebrow- and an absolutely huge knife in his hand.
"Where's the fire?" he asked, chopping a row of carrots into shreds at lightening speed.
"I just…I…um…"
He chuckled, looking past me. "Nevermind."
I turned around to see a very pissed off looking Reno, and I sat down at the table with everyone else, avoiding even looking at her. But she quickly recovered, straitening her white silk dress, and then the little tramp made a beeline for Skittery.
"Hey there. What's cooking?" she asked, and then she pulled a stunt that I was sure would get her killed- she slid her arms around Skittery's waist as he worked. Dutchy and I shared a startled glance, but Skittery seemed to be ignoring her for now.
"Why don't you just wait until it's done?" Skittery said, no sign of tension in his voice. He reached up and opened a cupboard, pulling out a small jar as Reno's grip tightened on him.
"I like a guy who can cook. Cause…they can get things really hot…really fast. Or so I've heard." Reno said, lowering her voice, her mouth right up against Skittery's neck. Dutchy and I were holding our breath now.
Skittery suddenly turned around, grabbing Reno's waist and pulling her within a few inches of him. I was baffled- until he poured the contents of the jar down Reno's dress, a purple stain now covering most of the front of the silk white fabric. She shouted and jumped back in surprise, and then looked up at Skittery in a panic.
"WHAT IS THAT?!"
Skittery shrugged and studied the knife in his hands. "Just grape juice. You know, I hear that stuff stains clothes permanently." He leaned forward, his face just a few inches from Reno's as she fumed in absolute fury. "And there's more where that came from if you ever touch me again."
Reno's mouth was hanging open, her face beet red and her shoulder and arms shaking all the way down to her fingertips. She didn't look like a supermodel right now- she looked like a demon straight from hell. Then, she turned around and headed for her room.
"Do you realize how much this cost me? This is pure silk! I'm going to call my lawyer the second I'm out of here! You'll pay for this! I HATE YOU!"
Slam!
And as soon as the door shut, everyone in the room started laughing hysterically. Skittery started passing out plates as if nothing had happened, but even he was smiling. We could still hear Reno yelling something about taking all of Skittery's money, taking all his mother's money, taking all of our money for allowing it to happen…and so on.
And life goes on, as normal.
Blink
I was sitting next to Mush, receiving death glares throughout the whole meal from Toby- but he didn't dare make a move with Skittery and the other guys in the same room. Reno still hadn't come out, and we were almost done eating. I knew her- she would stay locked in there all day if she had to to coax an apology out of Skittery. She would eventually have to figure out that he had no intention of apologizing, though.
"So...Austin, have you been watching the show?" Penny asked, a feeble attempt at shutting up Grace, who had been going on and on about her science teacher back home.
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"Because it made me sick. Literally. Far too much PDA, as far as boy on boy goes." Austin said matter-of-factly, leading to another awkward silence.
This time, Toby spoke. "What about you, Penny? Have you been watching?"
"Of course."
"Then you'll surely agree with me on how that demon corrupted my brother."
"Enough!" Skittery snapped, and Toby immediately shut up. Just like that. Skittery glared at Toby and Austin. "I don't know what it's going to take to get through to you two, so I'll go by the best way I know. Austin…any more derogatory remarks about homosexuals, and I will make it so that no girl will have any interest in dating you ever again. Because you will no longer be capable of giving them what they want after I'm done with you. And Toby, if you say another word about Mush and Blink, there will be hell to pay. If you go near them, God himself won't be able to save you. And if you so much as lay a finger on either one of them…use your imagination, cause what I would do is not even appropriate to say on TV. Do you both understand?"
No response from anyone. You could've heard a pin drop in that room.
"Toby? Austin? Am I understood?"
Toby and Austin both nodded slowly, their eyes wide at Skittery's outburst.
Complete silence once again. Then Skittery threw down his napkin and stalked to the backyard. The door slammed shut behind him, and still the silence chilled the air. Then Mush pushed his chair back and went after Skittery.
Such is the life of the big brother house…
Dutchy
Sarah had the six newbies stay inside while we had the head of household competition. She said something about the distraction being much too great. And standing in the backyard were three connected cages- each one smaller than the first.
"Go into the first cage and shut the door behind you."
"All six of us?" Race asked incredulously.
"Yes, all six of you."
We all climbed into the cage, and I was shoulder to shoulder with Blink on one side and Skittery on the other. It was cramped, and since Skittery was the tallest, he ended up banging his head on the top multiple times.
Sarah began to explain once the door was closed. "No food, no water, no sleeping. In order to move into the next cage, two of you must leave. After that, the remaining four can move into the next cage. At that time, two more of you will have to leave, and the final two can move into the smallest cage. The house guest to last the longest will win head of household. Good luck, boys."
With that, she was gone. And we were alone. I gripped the bars and leaned my forehead against them, wondering why I was even bothering. I didn't want to stay here, not really. I was beginning to accept the fact that Specs was gone, and I was looking forward to seeing him again, but I had realized that I honestly didn't want to stay here. It wasn't because I was weak. It wasn't even because of the other people. I loved all of the original guys like brothers. I just felt like I was done.
"Thank you. All of you."
Blink looked over at me in confusion. "For what?"
I laughed. "For putting up with me this long. I've been…I've been a real drag."
"You've had your reasons. We understand." Mush said.
"Well…thank you anyway."
And with that, I pushed through the other guys and stepped out of the cage. No one said a word. They knew what this meant.
I wanted out. Not enough to go around begging to be evicted, but enough to put on an air of indifference. Enough to just sit back, relax, and wait for my time to come.
And I was happy that way. I was truly happy. Because I felt like everything would be okay now, no matter how long I lasted- to the end of this week, or to the real end.
No matter how long I lasted, Specs would be waiting on me when I walked out that door.
Spot
It had been two and a half hours, and all my limbs were aching. I held onto the bars, watching Dutchy as he laid on his back in the grass outside the cage and dozed. He seemed to be as happy as I'd seen him since Specs left, which confused me a bit, because he just threw the head of household competition.
Skittery was having a horrible time of this. Not only was he the tallest one of us, a big strain on his neck, but he had admitted to us about ten minutes into it that he was extremely claustrophobic. Now he was breathing hard, sweating like crazy, and his face was very pale. Extremely pale. I couldn't see him without twisting my neck uncomfortably far, though, so I decided to just straight up ask him.
"Skitts…are you alright?" I asked, and he nodded fiercely.
"I'm fine. Just fine."
I had never heard his voice shake before, and it kind of scared me. He had to be terrified. And then, quite suddenly, he collapsed. He just dropped.
Dutchy was at the cage door in a flash, yanking it open and grabbing onto Skittery, who was completely out. For the second time in his stay in the house.
Dutchy was struggling with Skittery, and I could tell he wasn't going to be able to get him out alone. I saw a glance between Blink and Mush, and then they shared a quick kiss.
"Go ahead. I'll hold the fort here." Blink said, and Mush helped Dutchy carry Skittery's limp body out of the cage and onto the grass. I guess Mush felt like he owed it to Skittery, after Mush's ordeal with the ice. And now Blink would be more determined than ever to stay in till the end.
Blink, Race, and I moved into the second cage, Skittery's unexpected demise leaving us with only one person to leave in order to move into the next cage. My muscles were screaming at me, my stomach was growling, and I was parched. But I wasn't leaving.
Race finally left four hours into the game. I don't know why, and particularly, I didn't care. Blink and I moved into the final cage, and there was barely any room to move. We weren't talking anymore, just waiting. Waiting for the other to give in to the physical demands.
Five hours passed on the clock. It was getting chilly, and I kept nodding off, but always catching myself at the last second. Blink didn't seem to be having any trouble with this- he just stood, his hands on the bars, his eyes on some distant spot that obviously no one else could see. But when Mush showed up, I felt his tough front just melt.
They didn't say a word. They grabbed hands and Mush leaned on the bars, the only thing holding them apart from each other. There was so much energy in the air, and yet not a word was spoken.
And at that moment, I knew this competition wasn't mine to win. My instincts told me that this wasn't my time to fight. I stepped out of the cage.
Skittery
"Skittery? Skitts, are you okay?"
An overly feminine voice woke me, and I opened my eyes to Grace standing over me. Shit…exactly who I wanted to see after having a panic attack.
I sat up and looked around, wondering why in hell no one else was here. Who in their right mind would leave this girl in the sitting room with me, alone, while I was unconscious? But Mush walked back in before she could say a word, a huge smile on his face and carrying a bowl.
"I tried that recipe you showed me. I'm…not really sure how it turned out, though." He said, setting the bowl of soup in front of me. Dutchy started a conversation with Grace to get her away from me while I ate, and I took a tentative bite.
"Wow…Mush…"
"It's horrible, right?" he interrupted, cringing as he sat across from me.
"No…this is perfect! You have the touch. Definitely."
"Really?"
"Really."
Dutchy couldn't keep Grace at bay any longer. She sat down beside me, and I stifled a frustrated groan.
And so, she talked. And talked. And talked some more. And she didn't stop talking until Blink had won head of household for the second time in a row.
AN: I know that in the real big brother, no person can be head of household two weeks in a row. Or a least, I think that's the rule. But I don't like it, so I'm not going to follow it. Fire me if you want, but that would mean no more story. Eeek.
Next chapter- food competition. And this week, it's going to be different…VERY different…
Hehe…Skittery's gone insane in this chapter. First Reno's dress, then his dinner table threats, then passing out in the cage…wow. He's a busy boy. I keep him very busy. ^__^
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