Hello again citizens of the worldwide web. It's time for another chapter of Total Drama High Seas. The last chapter had a pitiful amount of reviews. Seriously! What gives? Remember that saying "If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all!" Throw that out the window. I want to hear it all. Good reviews are nice, but constructive criticism allows me to know what I need to fix and helps me become a better writer. Basically, if you read this, please review it. It helps, really.
Back to the story. This chapter is going to be loved by some and hated by some. I would be in the 'hate' group, because I personally don't care much for lovey-dovey stuff and romantic drama, but this subject is something that fans love (look at Deviant Art). So brace yourselves. There will be kisses, misses and sisses (You know, sisters? Ugh, never mind). Now, let's respond to some reviews:
Guest: Thanks! A lot of people want to see Dawn. Well, I'm not going to give anything away, but, if enough people like this story AND REVIEW, I'll write a sequel and Dawn will participate.
TD: Awesome? Well, I try…
Kaijudude1000: 1000/10? That's awesome. I'll keep it up. Wait no longer for the Sky/Samey conflict. It's coming and it's gonna be nasty!
All right, now for the actual show:
Last time on Total Drama:
The most disturbing, disgusting challenge yet had our contestants retching, puking and gagging!
When only Brick and Eva remained, Brick pulled a fast one and gave Eva a delicious treat, which she violently refused to eat.
While that was happening, sneaky weasel Noah stole Eva's iPod from her stateroom and placed it in Scott's pocket, and, if it weren't for Courtney, Scott would be going home.
But instead, it was Eva who was let go for being too angry all the time.
What will happen now that I can't legally do a challenge today? Stick around to see on Total! Drama! HIGH SEAS!
Chapter 7: Worst Nightmare Come True
"Are you sure you want to buy all this nail polish?" the intern at the front counter of the beauty store asked Lindsay.
Lindsay smiled and nodded.
"All right, that comes to 168 CHRI$ BUCK$."
Lindsay pulled out a 500-dollar bill, "Keep the change," she smiled, taking her wheelbarrow full of nail polish out of the store. She soon heard a screeching noise.
"Contestants!" Chris announced over the loudspeaker, "Meet me in the dining hall right now! We have some 'things' to discuss!"
"Ugh!" Courtney yelled from the library. She walked out to be greeted by Lindsay.
"Isn't it great?" The blonde said, "He says we have 'things' to talk about!"
"You know he just means that we have another challenge, right?" Courtney growled at Lindsay through her teeth.
"He didn't say 'challenge!'" Lindsay said excitedly, "He said 'things!' I wonder what kind of things! Maybe we'll have a party, no, a formal! I hope so I brought my good dress and I have all these new shades of nail polish and—"
"No, 'things' obviously means he has something painful in store for us!" Courtney interrupted.
"We'll see," Lindsay said, not seeing Courtney's anger.
DINING HALL
Chris stood in front of the 17 remaining contestants.
"So," he said, "I have some thing to talk to you about."
The contestants looked really nervous.
"I had a really great challenge for today. It involved poison, flying spears, crushing pillars, an angry rhinoceros, and, oh, right. Anyway, I had an awesome challenge planned, but then the network called."
"You're making this sound out of the ordinary," Noah said.
"You didn't let me finish," Chris reprimanded, "so the network called and said that the last couple of challenges have been a little too hard, and that last eating challenge kind of took the cake, no pun intended. So they said that we needed to give you a break from the contest and do something fun for you instead of something fun for me."
"You don't have to listen to them," Scott said, "you can just tell them, can't y—"
He was slugged in the arm by and angry Courtney.
"No, I have to listen to them. They've really been on my back this season about 'safety' or whatever and if I give a challenge today, I could get fired."
"So, we just get the day off?" Bridgette asked excitedly.
"Not exactly," Chris said, "You see, in order to get views, we need to do something to appease the fans, so instead of showing you just sitting on your lazy butts, I decided to have our very own Total Drama formal!"
Lindsay gave Courtney a look that said "I told you so."
"But, none of us brought dresses except Lindsay," Courtney piped up.
"You'll have to buy your dresses and suits from the ship's promenade," Chris told her, "either with real money of CHRI$ BUCK$."
"Wait, do we have to go?" Scott protested, "I'm not a formal kind of guy."
"Yes, you do!" Chris said, "We spent a lot of money on music, plus, we hired a professional deejay for the night.
"Lighten up Scott," Courtney said seductively as she took the farm boy close and ran her fingers up his chest.
Scott smiled.
"Formal starts at 8:00 tonight," Chris said, "You have until then to get ready!"
CONFESSIONAL: EZEKIEL
"I've never been to formal before! I wonder who I'm gonna ask, eh? Just kidding, I know who I'm gonna ask!"
CONFESSIONAL: COURTNEY
"I want to make this the best night of my life—Uh Scott's life, so I'm not going to tolerate him screwing around! I've made a list of how the night's going to unfold: 8:00 PM, We arrive together, 8:15 PM we get no more than two cookies each, 8:30 PM, we dance together…"
CONFESSIONAL: SKY
"Could Chris have made a challenge any more engineered to my weaknesses?"
CONFESSIONAL: SAMEY
"Yes! I get to have a formal without my sister interfering! This'll be amazing!"
CONFESSIONAL: AMY
"We'll see about that…"
END CONFESSIONALS
The promenade had two formal stores: one for guys and one for girls. For some reason, all the guys went in at the same time and the girls split up to pick out dresses.
The guys marched into the store and 15 minutes later, all marched out carrying designer suits they'd rented with their CHRI$ BUCK$.
The girls were much slower. Samey, Courtney, Lindsay and Bridgette decided to go together (Lindsay, however, had no CHRI$ BUCK$ left, so she came just to look).
Together, the four of them took their sweet time wearing pretty much every dress that came in their size and asking unnecessary questions such as "Which shade of white matches my eyes better?" and "Wait, does my nail polish color really match this one?"
And basically, that's all that really happened. Shopping for formalwear isn't exactly exciting to write about…
5 hours until formal
STATEROOM 1(ELLA)
Ella heard a knocking on her door. She knew who it would be.
"Come in, Ezekiel," She said.
Ezekiel came in with a hand behind his back, "Aw, how'd you know it was me, eh?"
"Your walk is terribly loud," Ella blushed.
Ezekiel removed his hand and gave Ella a bouquet of roses.
Ella gasped, "Are those for me?"
"Only if you'll go to formal with me, eh?"
"Yes! Yes!" Ella jumped up and down, "Thank you!"
STATEROOM 4 (RODNEY & SCOTT)
"So, you and Courtney are back together?" Rodney asked Scott.
"Back together? No, we're just trying to make it work out again," Scott replied.
"So you're back together." Rodney said, confused.
"No, it's just, ugh! Why do you care so much?"
"Well, It's just that Courtney's a pretty fine girl, and she hasn't yelled at me at all this season and…"
"Stop right there!" Scott spat in Rodney's face, "You do so much as one dance with her and I will make your life a living hell! Got it?"
Rodney put his hands up, "Uh, yeah, sorry."
Scott smiled, "good!"
STATEROOM 7 (COURTNEY & SAMEY)
After the four girls finally decided on what dresses they should wear, they decided to get ready in their own staterooms. Courtney was doing Samey's hair.
"So, Sammy, any specific plans with Dave?" Courtney asked.
"No, we'll just see what happens. He hasn't even asked me, so we might not even be going together," Samey said.
"But, aren't you two dating?"
"I was joking."
"Oh."
STATEROOM 8 (LINDSAY & BRIDGETTE)
"Really, Bridgette?" Lindsay asked, "No makeup?"
"Nah, I prefer a more natural look. Makeup just runs when I surf and that can be a problem, so I just live without it," Bridgette replied.
Lindsay looked devastated. "No makeup, b-b-but, that's, like, impossible!"
"I've lived 17 years without it," Bridgette said.
"You poor soul!" Lindsay cried, "That's awful!"
STATEROOM 10 (DAVE)
Dave decided to take a quick snooze because he knew he would be staying up late that night. He got kind of cranky when tired, so he decided sleeping was best for him.
As he was sleeping a shadowy figure hid in his closet. The figure had a rope in her hands. She proceeded to tie up Dave without waking him. Then she hoisted Dave up into the air. He was a bit heavy on the girl's arms, but years of cheerleading and volleyball assured that she was in great shape.
The girl snuck down into the cargo hold with her recently kidnapped victim.
"You got him?" Topher asked Amy.
"Yep!" she said cheerily.
"How did he not wake up?"
"I don't know," Amy said, "I guess he's just a heavy sleeper."
Amy slapped Dave across the face twice.
"Agh!" Dave yelled, w-where am I?" he looked at Amy, "Why are you here? What's going on? I demand answers!"
"You're in the cargo hold. I'm here because Topher and I are stowaways. We kidnapped you!"
"I'm aware of that! When will you let me go?"
"After formal," Topher said without emotion.
"Ok, fine. I wasn't that excited about it anyway," Dave said.
Amy gave Dave a wierd face, "So, you'll just cooperate?"
"Sure, ok," Dave replied, "So I'm just going to be hanging out with you guys tonight?"
"Yeah, I guess."
3 hours until formal
STATEROOM 4 (SCOTT & RODNEY)
"Got any 4's?" Rodney asked.
"Go fish!" Scott said.
Rodney scoffed as he drew a card. "Uh, Scott, shouldn't we be getting ready for formal?"
"What's the rush?" Scott asked, "We're not like those girls. It'll take me 15 minutes, tops."
"Are you actually going to wear deodorant?" Rodney enquired.
"What's deodorant?" Scott asked.
"It's stuff you put in your pits to make them smell less. Courtney would want you to use it."
"Huh? My pits don't smell that bad!" Scott protested.
"Uh, not to be rude or anything," Rodney said, "but when we sleep, I have to put air fresheners on you."
"Really?" Scott asked.
STATEROOM 7 (SAMEY & COURTNEY)
"Where is he?" Samey asked, "He's supposed to be here and ask me to formal in some cute and memorable way."
"Dave's probably just assuming that you two are going together," Courtney said, "You guys are dating."
"Yeah, maybe," Samey moped, "but I was kind of hoping for something more: you know, maybe getting a teddy bear or some animal with 'FORMAL?' written on it or five rednecks with one letter of my name on each of their shirts or—"
"Yeah, but guys just aren't as romantic as us girls are," Courtney said, "Trust me. At least you're not going with Scott!"
"Aw, that's not nice!" Samey teased.
1 hour until formal
STATEROOM 4 (SCOTT & RODNEY)
All the boys, already in their suits were sitting in a circle.
"Noah, you got any aces?" Scott asked
"Dammit!" Noah cursed, "Take 'em! All three of 'em!"
Scott smirked.
"Scott, you're still not dressed," Brick commented, "unless you're going like that."
Scott looked at his muscle shirt and baggy jeans, "Eh, Courtney won't care! She should just be glad that we're back together!"
"Not true!" Tyler said, "Girls take this kind of stuff very seriously. If you're not dressed up, Courtney will go ballistic!"
"Alright, fine, I'll get a suit," Scott surrendered.
15 minutes until formal
STATEROOM 7 (COURTNEY & SAMEY)
Courtney heard a knocking sound on the door and jumped up. She'd just finished putting her other earring in.
"Coming!" She said. Courtney looked out the door and she did not like what she saw. She'd spent the last 7 hours getting herself and Samey ready and walked out to see Scott.
He wore a sports jacket over his tank top and a tie that was obviously clipped on.
"So?" Scott raised his eyebrows up and down seductively.
Courtney could not believe what she was looking at. She stared at Scott with that same blank stare.
"You really like what you see, don't ya?" Scott asked, "Can't say I blame you. Who can't resist this?"
Samey walked out of the stateroom to get an eyeful of Scott. She tried to suppress her giggles, but she couldn't.
"Can it useless twin," Scott said, but Samey was laughing so hard she didn't get offended by that rude statement.
Courtney was not laughing. The two looked very different. In contrast to Scott's drab look, Courtney looked quite beautiful. She wore a shining gown, the same color gold as the medals she usually earned. Her hair was done wavy (courtesy of Samey), much different then her normally straight look, and she wore gloves the same color gold as her dress (she didn't get around to painting her nails, so she just decided to cover them up). Her makeup was also perfect.
"Let's just go," she glared, "Coming, Samey?"
"Nah, I'll wait for Dave," Samey said, "I'll catch up with you later."
Scott held his hand out and Courtney reluctantly grabbed it, still glaring at the farm boy.
At the same time, Tyler was at Lindsay's door. He was dressed much better than Scott was. He wore a red shirt underneath his black jacket. The sweatband stayed on his head for some reason.
Lindsay still one-upped him. She was dressed in an elegant white dress that went down to her knees. Instead of her blue bandana, she wore a headband studded with diamonds (real diamonds of course). She also wore a red rose on her wrist. She looked like a million bucks (which is really only half of what her daddy spent on the dress).
"Aw, Tyler, you look so handsome!" Lindsay cooed at her boyfriend.
"And you look so beautiful," Tyler added, putting his hand out for Lindsay to grab. She took it and giggled and the two walked off to formal, hand-in-hand.
The two ran into Ezekiel and Ella on the way, who were romantically swooning and giggling. Ezekiel was dressed in a black tuxedo with a white shirt underneath. Ella was dressed the same way she normally dressed.
When the two couples entered the dining hall, they noticed that it had really been done up. There were balloons everywhere and even a disco ball. The deejay was already there. He was a relatively big guy with a big, fluffy Afro and dark skin. Even though he appeared to be the same age as most of the contestants, he had a long, shaggy beard.
MEANWILE IN THE CARGO HOLD
"I'll put another house on Marvin Gardens," Topher said, placing a fourth house on his yellow property. "Go, Amy."
Amy rolled the dice. She got a 6. She moved her little metal dog six spaces and landed on the space that read "GO TO JAIL."
"Damn it!" she cursed putting her dog in jail, "Dave's turn!"
Dave rolled the dice, "Not a 9! Not a 9!" He rolled and got a 9. He moved his metal hat 9 spaces and landed on Topher's Marvin Gardens property with 4 houses.
"Yes!" Topher exclaimed, "Pay it up!"
"Crap!" Dave said, "Oh, I'm so stupid!"
"Chill out, it's just a game!" Topher said.
"No, It's Samey. She's going to hate me for standing her up!"
"Uh, duh!" Amy said to Dave, "Why else would I kidnap you?"
"I really don't know!" Dave said.
Amy's expression turned from happy to sadistic, "Think about it! You stand up Samey; she becomes miserable that her 'love' doesn't care as much as he says he does. Listen, Dave, I personally have nothing against you. I just need to make Samey feel…inferior."
"I'm going to tell her when you let me go!" Dave yelled, angrily
Amy's face turned fierce, "You do that and I will make sure that you are the next contestant to go," she said, "My laptop is connected to the cameras on the ship. If you so much as imply that I'm camping out here, I'll know and you'll be gone."
"I…I won't tell," Dave said, hanging his head.
Amy smiled, "Good! Then we'll have no problems!"
BACK IN THE DINING HALL
It was 9:00: one hour after formal began.
"Geoff," Bridgette told her boyfriend, "I'm worried about Samey. She hasn't shown up yet." Bridgette was wearing a light blue dress, her hair done in a bun, fastened by a light blue ribbon. She also wore black heels and a necklace made of pearls.
"Chillax, bra!" Geoff assured, "I'm sure she's fine." He was wearing a purple jacket over his bare chest and black pants. He also had a shark tooth on a black cord around his neck.
"I—I can't stop worrying," Bridgette said, "She's my friend and she seemed really excited about this. I don't know why she's not here…unless something happened."
"Then go check on her. Her stateroom's right next to yours."
"You're not going to get lonely?" Bridgette teased.
"I'll try," Geoff teased back, "If I get lonely, well, Heather's single now!"
Bridgette's expression turned stern, "Don't you dare!"
Bridgette walked off to Stateroom 7, where Samey was. She knocked on the door.
"Come in," said Samey's miserable-sounding voice.
She walked in. Samey was lying facedown on her bed. She appeared to be crying.
"What's wrong?" Bridgette asked, sitting on Samey's bed
"He—he stood me up!" Samey said, "He didn't show. I don't know where he is. Is he with another girl? I just…" she started to cry again.
Bridgette put an assuring hand on her shoulder, "You know…you don't need a date to have fun at the formal."
"Easy for you to say. Geoff's crazy about you."
"Come on, Samey," Bridgette pleaded, "You're great. You look beautiful. You should come."
She did look beautiful. She wore a shining white gown, much like Courtney's. She had a matching white flower in her hair. Her white heels were off and on the ground and she had sparkling white gloves that were stained by mascara from her crying.
"Let's go. I'm sure it's a mistake. Dave will regret this," Bridgette said.
Samey smiled. "Yeah, let's go!"
The two walked out the door.
CARGO HOLD
"WHAT?" Amy screamed, as she watched the video footage from her sister's stateroom.
"Something wrong?" Topher asked. He and Dave were done with Monopoly and moved onto checkers.
"It's that bitch Samey!" Amy screeched, "She is impossible to break! Why does she have so many friends?"
"She's a likeable girl," Dave retorted, "unlike you, you mole-faced unlovable little witch!"
"I wish that bothered me," Amy said, "but I quite enjoy being the dominant twin!"
"Come on!" Dave pleaded, "Let me see her! Why do I have to suffer as a result of a stupid sibling rivalry?"
"I wish I could reimburse you," Amy said with no sympathy, "I really do, but I can't. Sorry!"
Dave was angry, but he couldn't do anything.
DINING HALL
It was 9:45. Formal would be over in an hour and a half. Samey and Bridgette walked in together. Samey tried as hard as she could to smile. The formal wasn't exactly what she had in mind. She was alone, but that was Ok. She could make the best out of this. Courtney, who was dancing with Scott, left him as soon as she saw the new arrival.
"Samey!" Courtney cried, "I didn't think you'd show up!"
"Yeah, I did," Samey said halfheartedly.
"Good! Where's Dave?" Courtney asked
"I wish I knew," Samey sighed, "He stood me up."
"Sorry," Courtney said caringly, "If it makes you feel any better, he's not here, either."
"It does. I wonder where he is," Samey inquired.
"I don't know," Courtney said, "but is there anything wrong with going to formal as a group of friends?"
Samey smiled, "I guess not!"
Somebody was happy to see Samey alone. Can you guess who that was? It was Sky. She was smiling cruelly at Samey's pain. She wore a light blue dress (sky blue, if you will) and her hair was curled. Sky normally didn't take much pride in her outfits, but she did that night. She wasn't wearing makeup, though. That was a little overboard for her.
"So," Heather said curiously, "Enjoying Samey's misery?" Heather was wearing a simple black dress that didn't even reach her knees.
"Go away," Sky dismissed.
"You know," Heather started, "you and I aren't that different."
"I'm nothing like you," Sky scoffed.
"Really?" Heather cocked her head, "We both love to win, so much that we'll do almost anything for it…"
"No," Sky cut Heather off, "I play fair!"
"You play fair? So fair that you flirt with a boy, just so that he can lead you to victory, despite the fact you have your own man back home?"
"I was going to dump Keith anyways!"
"Tell yourself what you want to," Heather smirked, "Self-deception is a terrible thing," Heather said as she strutted off.
CONFESSIONAL: SKY
"Am I really that much like Heather? Am I?"
CONFESSIONAL: HEATHER
"Of course Sky's not that much like me. I'm a much better player! But my reputation as a cheater has a target painted on my back. I need that target on somebody else's back!"
CONFESSIONAL: NOAH
"I love this tension! I can easily exploit Sky! I'm winning this season!"
END CONFESSIONALS
Noah, wearing a royal blue tuxedo, walked up to Sky. "Having Heather problems?" he asked deviously.
"Noah, don't think I don't know your ways. I saw you steal Eva's iPod. You're playing dirty…" she got into Noah's face, "And I don't respect dirty!"
"Guilty as charged," Noah said.
"So what's keeping me from telling my team?"
"The fact that I'm on the other team. Your team can't touch me!"
"And what's keeping me from telling your team?"
"Nobody will believe you. They'll think you're sabotaging our team—trying to frame me. Then you'll get a bad reputation and be voted off!"
Sky scowled at Noah and went to get some cookies.
CARGO HOLD
"Dave, what is the world's tallest building?" Topher asked (they were playing Trivial Pursuit now).
"Um…I think it's the Eiffel Tower, right?" Dave replied.
"Wrong!" Topher smirked.
Amy's brain was focused on the cameras. Samey was having a good time. Amy hated it. "I'm going to do something!" Amy yelled. "Topher, make sure that Dave doesn't get away!" Amy ran out of the room.
DINING HALL
"Samey, what's wrong now?" Courtney asked her friend as she helped herself to some soda from the fountain.
"Oh, nothing," Samey replied, "Sky's been staring at me. I don't know why."
"Ask her," Courtney replied.
"Um…ok," Samey said to Courtney.
Samey went up to Sky, soda in hand, oozing insecurity. She practiced what she was going to say about a hundred times and finally worked up the nerve to talk. She never got the chance. As soon as she approached Sky, a long, white boot emerged from underneath the tablecloth on one of the tables. Samey tripped on the culprit's leg and in a split second that seemed to last an hour, spilled her soda on Sky's light blue dress.
If Sky was angry at Samey before, that was nothing compared to her rage after that.
"You. Wrecked. My. DRESS?" Sky screamed at Samey.
"I'm sorry. It was an accident, I swear!" Samey pleaded
"Sure, an accident, then what did you trip on?"
"I tripped on a leg or something, I promise!"
"Where is that leg now? Huh?" Sky yelled.
"Under the table! Serious!"
Sky yanked the tablecloth off the table, spilling soda on Brick's white tuxedo. Amy, however, was long gone.
"That's it! Sky finished. She attempted to charge at Samey, but Dakota, channeling all of her mutant rage, was able to hold her back for a moment (Dakota was wearing a pastel pink dress with a pure platinum necklace, in case you care), but Sky was running on pure temper and adrenaline. That combined with her tremendous strength enabled her to push Dakota aside.
As soon as she did, Izzy dashed over, not because she cared or anything, but because she just wanted to hold Sky back. Izzy and Dakota's combined strength held Sky back and pushed her aside.
"Run, Samey, run!" Izzy cackled, trying to cause problems. Samey ran as fast as she could in heels, which was actually pretty fast because her boots had heels.
Samey dashed out of the dining hall and into the hallways She ran into the elevator, pressed the button about ten times to make sure it closed and went up to her stateroom, locking the door. If Sky got a hold of her, she was pretty sure that running from Sky was the last thing she'd ever do.
Sky dusted off her dress as Bridgette and Courtney went to confront her.
"That was pretty low!" Courtney said. Bridgette nodded.
"Ugh!" Sky screamed, "I don't f****** care! I want her gone! All she's done this season is try to make things s***** for me!"
"You're not thinking rationally," Bridgette said with compassion, "Please, just go to bed! If you're still mad, we can talk tomorrow."
"I don't want to talk! I want to end this! I want Samey off this damn ship! I want her to drown in the f****** ocean! I want her out of my f****** life forever!"
"Sky, please, calm down," Bridgette pleaded.
"I will not calm down! I'm sick of Samey! I'm sick of this ship! I'm sick of this contest! I'm sick of Samey! I'm sick of all of you!"
"Please, think about this," Bridgette whimpered.
"Every day has sucked more than the last! I'm through here!"
"Uh…Yeah…" Beardo said from the deejay's turntables, "Formal's over! Good night!"
Everybody headed out of the dining hall. None of them were too disappointed that formal was over, either.
CARGO HOLD
"Alright, formal's over. You can go, Dave," Amy said.
Dave was in shock, "Oh my God! I need to see Samey! I need to apologize!"
"Go apologize," Topher said, "just don't tell anybody we're here."
Amy snarled at him, cutting her neck with her finger.
Dave ran out.
STATEROOM 7 (SAMEY & COURTNEY)
Samey heard a knocking on the door. She cautiously approached the door. She yelled, "If you're Sky, I'm ready to knock you out!"
She creaked the door open. She didn't see Sky. She saw the second person she least wanted to see.
It was Dave.
"Hey, Sammy," Dave said sheepishly.
"Don't 'Hey Sammy' me!" Samey snarled.
"Listen, I'm sorry. I really didn't want to ditch you!" Dave said.
"Then where were you?" Samey asked.
"I—I can't tell you. I promise I had a good reason, but I can't tell you." he leaned in to whisper in Samey's ear, "They're watching me."
"I—I don't understand, Dave."
"I know you don't, but you'll have to. Can you forgive me?"
Samey looked at Dave. She had tears in her eyes, "I don't know. I want to, but I don't know where you've been. Maybe you've been with another girl."
"You know I haven't been. All the other girls were at the formal," Dave replied.
"Then why can't you tell me where you were?" Samey cried.
"Because I can't. I'm sorry."
"Trust is the foundation of healthy relationships," Samey said.
"You can trust me. Always."
"I wish I could believe you," Samey said.
"Think about it," Dave said, "Oh and one more thing, Sammy."
"What's that?"
"You look like a princess. I just wish I could be your prince."
Samey blushed and held a hand to her heart. "Goodnight Dave," she said.
"Goodnight, Sammy."
TO BE CONTINUED…
This will probably be the last episode where nobody gets eliminated besides an aftermath session before the merge. I have the entire season planned out as of now and, believe it or not, this marks the 1/3 mark. There will be 21 chapters in all plus an alternate ending and end special chapter.
I also briefly mentioned doing another season after this. It's still up in the air, but I'll give you a hint about what will happen. The competition will take place on the most intense island yet: something right out of JUMANJI.
One last thing before we part: Artwork of the characters in their formals will be greatly appreciated. Normally, I'd do the drawing myself, but I'm really busy with this fic, a Mario fan-game and a bunch of other crazy stuff.
Please review. Your review helps!