AN: An 'inside their thoughts' chapter, and probably the last one, considering the fact that there's only five of them left. *tear*. Yeah…only five. We're getting down to the line, people. Also, head of household competition.
Spot
I had to get head of household. It all came down to that. If I didn't, I was as good as gone, especially if Mush or Blink ended up getting that power.
We needed to evict Mush and Blink. We needed to get rid of the well liked guys, because if you came down to the final two and were paired up with someone like Mush, you could basically kiss that $25,000 dollars goodbye. I'm sure Race and Skittery would agree with me on that…well, maybe not Skittery. I'm never sure about what he thinks.
Hopefully Blink would go first, just because I can't stand Reno. I swear, she should've been a prostitute instead of an actress- I think if any of us were willing, even those cameras wouldn't stop her from having us on our backs in a few seconds. No personal vendettas against Blink…he just happened to have the most annoying guest attached to him. Homophobes I could deal with. Flamers I could deal with. It's those self centered addicted-to-sex bitches that I had trouble with.
Strategy? Get rid of that last couple. Then I was home free.
Blink
The finish line was almost in view. What was really funny was that I had forgotten about it for a while.
I had come into this game thinking that I would be the most competitive and the least personal. I figured that since all my competitors were guys, I wouldn't have any trouble staying objective. I had also come into this game straight as a ruler.
Yeah. Now I was still straight as a ruler…a ruler made of jello. Blame Mush, not me. I didn't plan on falling in love.
Another thing I hadn't considered for a while was my dad. I never knew my dad that well…he was one of those single dads who didn't have a clue how to raise a child, so I figured I was on my own. We never discussed any issues as controversial as homosexuality- the majority of our conversation was based around the breakfast table before I went to work or my tutor came. You know…pass the corn flakes, Dad.
Here I go, getting off the subject again. My strategy for the rest of the game? Survive. No, wait…that was wrong. That was a lie. My main strategy for the rest of the game? For real?
Help Mush survive. With Toby around, no matter how many punches he threw, he was going to need all the help he could get.
Race
They'd all lost it. Mush and Blink were in love, and that stabbed any remaining logic multiple times. Spot had fallen silent in the past few weeks, which made me think he'd lost it as well. And Skittery was talking about penguins…the President…and Klondike Bars.
Yep. They'd all lost it.
My strategy? Get rid of the lovebirds first. That way I could stop worrying about them getting to the final two, and I'd no longer have to worry about Toby murdering them in the night. I was confident that I could beat Skittery or Spot in the finals, but Mush and Blink were another story. Everyone loved those two idiots.
And if I was right, Skittery and Spot would agree with me. Unless they'd gone completely insane…
Mush
It was finally sinking in. Blink or me would probably be the next to go, and that meant separation. Even when Specs left and Dutchy was crying and sulking for days on end, it didn't hit me fully. Now, at the thought of walking out of this house without his hand in mine…it was almost a dizzying proposition.
So, we need a strategy. And I guess the first step in that strategy is to win head of household. And I'm glad he already knows that, because every time I try to talk about what could happen in the house, he's too much in denial to have a civilized conversation. Instead, we usually end up with our tongues down each other's throat.
Not that I'm complaining or anything. It's actually a very nice feeling. Very nice…okay! Okay…I'm shutting up. Really. My mom is probably dead by now, having heard that much. And seen it too, if she's been watching.
Skittery
I'm not really sure who I'm going to side with from here on out. I can completely see Spot's and Race's logic in wanting Blink and Mush out of the house. But then I have to question what their motives are. Race would probably gamble away his winnings, and Spot's family is already filthy rich, so he'd probably spend it on stuff he really didn't need. But I guess it really wasn't any of my business how they spent their money.
I've just kind of been in a haze the past week. The game hasn't been clear, the people haven't been clear, hell, my own thoughts weren't even clear. It was just kind of…weird.
Maybe it's finally sinking in that I don't have anywhere to go once I leave here. After spilling all that information to Mush…I only wondered if they aired that part. I couldn't take the risk of going back home now, because if they did air it, I was as good as dead when I got home. My dad would kill me, seriously.
So, strategy? Honest to God, I don't know. I don't have a clue. I guess after this week things should clear up a bit, and I should be able to figure it out. But I really don't think I'm going to win, and when I leave, I'm homeless.
Spot
We were sitting in the backyard, waiting for the head of household competition to start. There was a rifle set up and a target across the yard from it, so I had pretty much figured out what we were doing. But with big brother, you could never be sure. And that target was a very long way from where the gun was sitting.
And Sarah was late. That really worried me.
"Hello house guests."
Oh my fucking God. That was not Sarah. That was a guy. But the voice was strangely familiar…
"If you hadn't figured it out, this is not Sarah. Sarah has refused to continue dealing with impossible people like you. This is your new host…Davey."
Blink paled by about ten shades as he realized that this wasn't a joke- that really was Davey.
We were all dead.
"The head of household competition is exactly like it looks. You get one shot. Closest to the center of the target wins head of household." He continued, pretending like this wasn't an earth shattering event. Which it was, I swear it was!
"Spot, you're first." Davey said after a pause. I stepped up and stared at the gun and bullets blankly.
"Um…it's not loaded?" I asked quietly. What, did they actually expect me to know how to load a gun? That wasn't in the handbook for this thing…
Mush suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the gun, did a few things, snapped the bullets in, and in less than a few seconds, the gun was ready to go. We all stared at him as he sat back down, and he looked around with the usual wide eyed innocence.
"What?" he asked after a moment, and we snapped out of it.
"Nothing, Mush." I started, turning back to the gun and lowering my voice to a mumble. "Yeah, he seems all sweet until you put a rifle in his hands…"
"What was that?"
"Nothing, Mush! Let me shoot the damn thing and shut up!"
I pulled the trigger and nothing happened, and Mush burst out into laughter and took the gun from me once again. He cocked the gun, and then flipped off the safety and handed it back to me, shaking his head.
I brought it up to my shoulder and aimed, but when I fired, the thing threw me to the concrete on my ass and the shot went up. It hit the top edge of the target, and I knew I would lose this competition.
"Race, you're next." Davey said, and Race stepped forward. He managed to get the gun all ready without help, and he managed a nice shot, closer than mine but still nowhere near the center.
Blink went, and he was also thrown to his butt from the kick on the rifle. His shot ended up just outside of Race's.
Skittery was next. He cocked the gun, flipped off the safety, aimed, and fired all in about three seconds, and his shot was only a few inches from the center.
Then Mush stepped up. He readied the gun and brought it up to his shoulder, his eyes locking on the target, and then he fired.
Dead center. With only a moment's preparation, he was dead center.
That kid may seem sweet, but I would swear that he was a mercenary in his former life.
Nominations
Blink
Once again, I was reminded not to piss off my boyfriend. He later explained to us that hunting was a favorite pastime of his family, but that didn't make me any less baffled on how innocent he seemed even with a fully loaded rifle in his hands and the full intent to use it.
"Everyone ready for nominations?" Mush asked. There were only two keys in the box this week. Only two people who would be safe. At least I knew I would be one of them. And sure enough, he pulled out the first key and handed it right to me.
"And the second key…Skittery, you're safe." He looked up, and I could see that Race and Spot didn't look surprised in the least. "I just went with my instincts, guys. You've made it obvious that you're targeting Blink and I…I just wanted to make sure I protected myself. Protected us."
With that, the meeting was over. And I was on to thinking about all the forms in which I could murder Davey after all this was over. It was just creepy…because the audience only saw what the producers wanted them to see, but as far as I knew, Davey could be watching at anytime he felt like it. Ugh.
The cameras were suddenly bothering me a hell of a lot more than usual…
AN: Oh, poor Blink…now that Davey's the host, he'll never escape. And if you're wondering what happened to Sarah…hehe. Use your imagination for now. I'm not telling quite yet. Next chapter, veto competition, veto meeting, votes, eviction, I think. And let me tell you right now…the head of household competition may have been simple, but the veto competition will cause rifts in the house that can't be repaired…let's just say the morals of the boys are going to be seriously tested…