A/N: Thanks for the reviews! The only reason I really have a computer curfew is because the computer room is also a bedroom. Anyway, here's chapter twenty-two.

Chapter Twenty-Two

An hour later, both of them were awake again and Gordo was taking his shower. Lizzie read a book while she waited. She couldn't really concentrate, though, as other thoughts flooded her mind. She began to think about where their friendship would take them after they were finished here. She lived in California and he lived in Chicago. That meant that it would be nearly impossible for them to see each other nothing would ever be the same.

Neither of them was very attached to their jobs, however, but she didn't want to leave Miranda. She wondered if the thought of Gordo moving back to California crossed his mind. She knew that her feelings for him were somewhat mutual, but she wondered if he'd evened thought about what would happen after the show. It didn't seem too out of line for Lizzie to start thinking about the possibility of her and Gordo dating. At the same time, though, it felt weird for Lizzie to even think about actually crossing the line with Gordo.

Times were getting stranger and stranger as the days passed. Lizzie could barely remember what her life was like before she came here. It all seemed so dull. It had been a really long time since Lizzie had a genuine crush on anyone and it reminded her of how happy she was when she was with Gordo...as a friend or as a significant other. The strangest part of this all was that although Lizzie wanted to talk to Gordo about all of this, she really didn't. In ways, she felt like he already knew, and since he wasn't saying anything, she didn't want to, either.

In the mean time, while Gordo was in the bathroom getting ready for the day, he thought about what he'd often thought about in the past few days...pursuing a relationship with Lizzie. He'd stopped imagining what it would have been like if they'd never broken up, mainly because in the midst of his tossing and turnings of the night before, he'd realized what they had in high school might have been special, but it would probably not be as special as it would be in this situation. He hated to admit it, but he would've forgotten just how lucky he was to be able to share his life with his soul mate.

That was the weird thing about love. It made him think a lot about his life and what the future might bring him and Lizzie. Would he and Lizzie even keep up with each other after the show? They didn't live anywhere near each other, so eventually one of them would have to move. It was so messed up, especially because he let himself think too much about it. Maybe Lizzie wasn't interested at all. He was pretty sure she was, especially after their talk at breakfast, but there was always the possibility that she wasn't. Stranger things had happened...

There was a rap at the door while Gordo was in the shower, so Lizzie went to go see who it was. It turned out to be Gracie, one of the producers, "Hey, I know this is sort of last minute, but if you could get in your morning interview now, we'd like to start competition a little early today because its supposed to rain later this afternoon."

"Um, okay," Lizzie said, then she yelled to Gordo, "Daniel, I'll be right back," she smiled back at Gracie.

"Where are you going?"

"They want me to do an interview right now. If I'm not back by nine, I'll meet up with you."

"Okay," he called back.

Lizzie closed the door behind her as she walked with Gracie. Gracie walked in a sort of brisk pace and Lizzie actually found it hard to keep up with her as they walked the 100 yards it took to get to the mansion. Gracie never looked back at Lizzie, as she looked determined to do something.

This time, when she went into the interview room, it was different. It was the same in that there were cue cards for her to go by, but this time, she sort of agreed with what they were saying.

She said:

"It's like being in a hole but having no arms and legs. I feel like when I look at what all has happened, its sort of a funny situation to be in, but there is no way to escape and no one to tell you what to do. I had no idea what to think of Daniel when we first met, but the longer I'm with him, the more I wonder if we actually have a future. He's a great guy, but this is all really nothing how I expected it to be like. Yesterday was insane and last night, when we kissed, it felt awesome. We were in our own little world. I'm embarrassed to talk about it, really, but I feel like whatever skepticism I actually had before with Daniel is coming to an end. If nothing else, we will definitely keep in touch."

After that, she read some commentaries on certain events that took place, and then she could go back. By then, though, it was time for a meeting with everyone. She headed toward the meeting room, where people were beginning to arrive. Gordo wasn't there yet and she was kind of curious as to where he was, especially after ten minutes had passed and everyone was there except Gordo.

In the meantime, Gordo was getting dressed, and in a rather good mood, so he started whistling as he got dressed. As he was buttoning up his shirt, he started looking around the room, and examining the books on the shelf. Most of them were books on Hawaii and other things, and when he was about to grab his Chapstick from the dresser, he noticed a rather strange object on the dresser, near the back. He'd never really paid all that much attention to the dresser before, but this thing caught his interest. It was at the back of the dresser, against the wall, and it appeared to actually be glued to the dresser. It was almost like a glued door. When he realized he was running late for the meeting, he decided he would examine it later.

Unfortunately as reached to turn off the light, he knocked Lizzie's mascara off the dresser and it fell behind the dresser. "Oops," he thought, as he moved the dresser forward a little to give him more room to get the mascara. The first thing Gordo noticed when he could see what was behind the dresser was electrical sockets. Both outlets were taken, and at first Gordo didn't think about it, but then it suddenly occurred to him that both of the electrical cords were connected to the dresser. The only thing electrical on the desk was a lamp. He quickly picked the mascara up and followed the cords to their origins. The top one led to the lamp. When he followed the bottom one, however, he realized that it led to a hole in the dresser. "Hmm," he thought, "that's weird."

Gordo noticed that the hole in the dresser was actually connected to the thing that looked like a glued door. He looked back at the front and noticed that there was a smaller hole in the front of the door that before he thought was some type of button. He was trying to figure out what it was, when he realized he knew exactly what it was...it was a camera. Those sneaky bastards, he thought as he shook his head, you should be ashamed. He proceeded to cover the camera up with a book and turn off the light. He wasn't too bothered by the camera at first...but then the more he thought about it, the more it bothered him. He thought about his as he walked over to the mansion for the meeting.

"Where were you?" Lizzie asked, as Gordo sat down.

"I was in our room," he said, tempted to tell Lizzie about the camera, but figured that would have to wait until later.

"Is everybody here now?" Greg asked. Everyone nodded, "Now then, today we have a lot to talk about. We have to talk about today, mainly because there is a competition and a few things that need to happen in order for this show to go on. Now, after lunch, the competition will be held on the main lawn, but instead of you actually competing for the mansion, I want to fix it so that Elizabeth and James win. Not only have both of them complained about the lack of space in the trailer, but also there is also some problem with the toilet. Is that okay with everyone?"

Everyone nodded, "Fine, then. After the competition, I think their needs to be some type of disagreement with Elizabeth and Tory. Like say, Elizabeth said something that offended Tory, like calling her a rich girl that can't appreciate anything. Tory will respond with the argument that at least she's not a bitch and has friends. Whatever it takes to build up some animosity for when the next couple has to leave in two days. Okay?"

Lizzie and Elizabeth nodded their heads. "This ought to be fun," Lizzie thought.

"Good, then! I love it when everybody agrees!" Greg said, "Now, as far as last night, everything went beautifully, especially the kiss between Daniel and Tory. You know, you two should exchange numbers for after we finish taping," he winked and both Lizzie and Gordo blushed. "Anyway, its supposed to rain later this afternoon, so after some interviews, you can have some free and quiet time, then come to dinner, and if after dinner, and weather permits of course, you can hang out outside and split up and go to the hot tub, pool, or hang out in the lawn. If its still raining, you can do your own thing in the game room in the mansion. We'll notify you individually as to what we specifically want you to do. We want to see how you do this afternoon before going on. Other than that, um, you're doing great, keep up the drama, flirting, and everything. We'll see you tomorrow."

Everyone got up and Lizzie and Gordo were walking back to their hut when Lizzie decided to ask, "Gordo, what took you so long? You were almost finished with your shower when I left you, and you had another half an hour after that."

"Lizzie," he whispered, "We really really need to talk."

Lizzie looked around, "Okay...well, why don't we talk in our room."

Gordo shook his head, "No, we can't."

"Why can't we?" Lizzie said, as they approached the front of their hut. Lizzie looked at Gordo as if he were crazy.

Gordo looked around and saw the various people hanging out in the lawn, mainly the cameramen. Gordo grabbed Lizzie's hand and led her away from the hut and away from anyone. When he was sure that the coast was clear, he said, still holding her hand, "Lizzie, when I was back in our room, I found a hidden camera."

"What??" Lizzie asked, "When?"

"This morning. It's on our dresser. Anyway, I don't know if that camera has sound or anything, but if it does, chances are, people already know that we know each other."

"Okay. Is the camera still there?"

"Yeah, but, you see, chances are, there are more cameras around the place and we haven't even bothered looking."

"That's so strange though," Lizzie said.

"I know, but the stranger thing is that no one has asked us anything about the past."

"So? You know these people...they want good television. They don't care if you like me. They probably don't care that we already know each other."

"I know, I know," Gordo said, but it was apparent something else was bothering him, "It's just, and call me crazy, but the more I'm here, the more I feel like I'm out of the loop. I feel like everyone is in on something that we aren't in on. Maybe I'm crazy and I probably am, but don't you think its weird that you and I just happened to be here and we're supposed to be dating each other?"

"Well, yeah..." Lizzie said, "but it really doesn't make any sense. You said your roommate put you up to this and my cousin put me up to this. They don't know each other and they don't have a single connection to each other. Besides, I am sure that I am the last person that Caroline thought of when she thought of me."

"I know, but what about the fact that everyone knew this was scripted except us? We didn't even know what to expect and we still don't really know if there is such thing as the prize or a real winner. Look, Lizzie, all I'm saying is that the more I am here; the more I think I'm going crazy. There may be hidden cameras in all the other places, but I have a feeling something is up. I have a feeling that there are more surprises to come."

Lizzie shrugged, "Maybe. I wouldn't be too surprised."

"Now, let's go back to the room and see if we can find all the other hidden cameras. Call me paranoid, but I don't like the thought of someone watching me get dressed and sleeping."

"Okay," Lizzie said. They realized that they were still holding hands, so they let go and walked back to the hut and started searching for the cameras.

A/N: So ends another chapter. I have a two -part question that will not immediately effect the story, but will in a few chapters.

The question:

Someone (Lizzie or Gordo) is going to somehow find out what is going on. Who is it and what is this person going to do with this knowledge? (Tell the other person, keep it a secret---think about it because both of them could have interesting outcomes.)

Have a nice day.