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A/N: Just to prove that I didn't forget about this story or my readers of this story! Today, I decided I would write this before any other story! So there ya go! You have been remembered.
Gwen was in Trent's room. The two of them just laid down on Trent's bed while Trent ran his fingers through Gwen's hair.
"So, he didn't like the idea?" Trent asked her.
"No, he didn't." Gwen sighed "He told me I was fucked up. I don't know what I did wrong! I'm just trying to be a good sister. After everything he's done for me, I think I owe him that much."
"Once we have a baby he'll forget all about Courtney!" Trent assured her. "Then he'll have to be there for us."
"What if it doesn't work?" Gwen sighed. "What if he never talks to me again?"
"He'll talk to you if he wants to meet his niece or nephew." Trent assured him. "Yeah, Chris will probably be upset with us at first, but once he sees the good that we're trying to do. He'll be really supportive!"
"Maybe I'll even get a few days out of this place." Gwen smiled "It would be nice to actually have my baby in a real hospital instead of here."
"Do you think Chris would allow that?" Trent asked. "As the father I think I should be able to go too!"
"Maybe Chris will allow it." Gwen smiled and took Trent's hand "So, how long should we wait before I tell Chris I think I'm pregnant and then he can get me some tests and make sure?"
"I think it usually takes like a month to know for sure." Trent told her. "In the mean time, we should have lots of sex just to make sure."
"Sometimes I think you're only on board with this idea for the sex!" Gwen laughed.
"Nah, I totally want a kid." Trent assured her "The sex is just an added bonus."
Heather was bored out of her mind. She was forced to sit in this stupid room with these losers who she really didn't bother to get to know. There was Owen who was gnawing on a chair for some reason. Then there was Izzy who was hanging on to the bars on the window laughing like a nutcase and then there was Harold who was playing with some trading cards with a hat made out of foil on his head and finally there was Sierra who was talking to that new weirdo Scott about being class president. Then there was Eva who was yelling at herself in the mirror.
Heather sighed, She didn't even really know these people and since she wasn't about to go bother Noah or Duncan anytime soon and she didn't know where the hell Gwen and Trent were that meant she had to find someone to socialize with. How do you pick the least craziest crazy in a nuthouse? You can't. Which means that Heather would now be forced to socialize with them.
Heather decided that she would go with Harold because he was at least sitting on the floor playing an actual game of some sort.
"Hey, I'm Heather." Heather sat down on the floor and attempted to talk to Harold. "Can I play too?"
"That was a horrible introduction." Harold glanced up from her. "This is also not a game, This is a way of life!"
"Well can I join the way of life you're in?" Heather smirked at Harold.
"It's not a game." Harold told her "This is my plan to get my fair princess Leshawna back! She was once locked in a tower and I rescued her. Now, I'm trapped in a tower and I'm just waiting for her to come for me!"
"Okay, I'm officially confused." Heather admitted.
"I wouldn't expect a commoner like you to understand this." Harold rolled his eyes. "This is a one man mission anyway!"
"Whatever." Heather rolled her eyes and stood up. "I'm not even going to waste my time on you."
Heather scanned the room and looked for someone else who may possibly be sane. That's when she realized that aside from Noah, she was most likely the sanest person in this whole place.
Chris and Chef were in the solitary confinement section now. This was the place that only he and Chef were allowed to go to. Everyone here was in a see-through cell type room at all times. This area only held one person currently and that person was Zeke who was passed out on the floor right now, breathing heavily.
"I told you it wouldn't work!" Chef glared at Chris "It never works!"
"Yeah, I have no clue why." Chris sighed "When he wakes up just shock him again."
"I'm done shocking him." Chef told him. "We've been trying that for months! If it didn't work by now it's not going to work!"
"Fine, I'll think of something else for him." Chris rolled his eyes. "Until I do, he's staying in here."
"Hey, I have to go and see what kind of trouble the others have gotten into." Chef told him looking at his watch. "You do know it's that time of the month, right?"
"Are you serious?" Chris asked him. "It's time to pass out the monthly rewards? How could I forget! It's my favorite part! They'll kill each other over a bottle of shampoo!"
"You enjoy watching them fight over stuff way too much." Chef laughed.
"Duh!" Chris told him. "It's like my second favorite thing to do here!"
The two of them left Zeke on the floor and went to call everyone to the activity room to pass out stuff.
Heather was reading one of the only things she could find in this dump which was a children's book for someone with the brain of a 5 year old. Heather really hated the fact that everyone was either to crazy or to weird to hang out with in this dump. When 5:00pm came around she noticed that Gwen and Trent finally showed up as well as Noah and Duncan. In fact everyone started to sit down patiently and not act like a bunch of whack jobs, This was the calmest she saw Izzy in...Well ever.
"What's going on?" Heather asked Gwen "Why did everyone just gather here?"
"Oh! You don't know about this! I totally forgot." Gwen told her "It's that time of the month!"
"Don't girls only get that?" Heather smirked.
"Oh, around here that means something seriously different." Gwen told her "Depending on how we acted the whole month, Chris gives us a few things that we normally wouldn't have access to!"
"Like what?" Heather asked her.
"You know how my hair is greenish?" Gwen told her. "Yeah, I usually get some hair dye once a month from Chris and I'm allowed to color my hair as long as he or Chef supervises."
That's when Chris and Chef walked in with a giant sack of stuff, Chris made Chef get him a chair and he sat down with the bag. Everyone was really excited like it was Christmas morning.
"Okay, you guys know how this works!" Chris told them all. "Heather and Scott you'll soon find out how this works!"
"Oh, can I pass out the stuff?" Owen asked.
"No." Chris told him. "Let's start with the fact you all have been decent enough this month to get shampoo and soap, which is needed by quite a few of you..."
Chef walked around and handed each of them a small bottle of shampoo and a small bottle of soap. Everyone was thrilled to get these, including Heather because she was pretty close to running out of the bottle she originally received when she got here.
"Okay, so since Duncan went the extra mile..." Chris reached into the bag and pulled out green hair dye. "I guess you get to keep the Mohawk for another month!"
"At least that part of my life isn't over." Duncan walked up to Chris and took the dye.
"Gwen, for being honest you do get your make-up." Chris handed it to her. "However since honesty involved ruining Duncan's life you don't get the hair dye."
"That's totally not fair!" Gwen told Chris. "C'mon!"
"Yeah, No." Chris told her "Just take the make-up and go!"
"Yeah, I feel so much better knowing she doesn't get her hair dye." Duncan rolled his eyes. "That sure solves all of my problems!"
"Can it!" Chef yelled at Duncan.
"Harold, for being semi-normal and not trying to break the windows as an attempt to escape and see Leshawna." Chris reached into the bag. "I'm giving you Leshawna's recent school picture!"
"Yes!" Harold happily ran up and took the photo.
"Sierra, since you have been doing a lot of stuff being class president..." Chris reached into his bag. "I'm giving you, Cody's recent school picture and a box of pens! Because that's all I could find in my office..."
"Really?" Noah rolled his eyes "Because that's going to help..."
"Noah!" Chris threw a coloring book and crayons at him. "Take this! Because you really need to mellow out!"
"Crayons?" Noah asked him "Seriously? Don't you have anything else? Like something that doesn't question my intelligence?"
"Nope. Sorry." Chris told him.
"Can I have my guitar?!" Trent asked Chris.
"Trent, we've discussed this numerous times." Chris rolled his eyes. "You can't have a guitar in here at all, because of the strings!"
"Yeah, but I really wanted to play Gwen a song!" Trent insisted. "C'mon! Just one song?"
"No." Chris sighed "Owen! You get a bag of chips!"
"Woo-Hoo!" Owen happily took the chips. "I love eating!"
"Obviously." Noah smirked and rolled his eyes.
"Trent and Izzy I honestly have nothing for you." Chris told them. "Heather and Scott! We'll talk about rewards for you, later!"
After the meeting was over. Chef told Sierra to go home for the day, meaning her room. Chef needed to have a look at Scott to see how he was managing after being there for a day. Scott was still taking in all his surroundings.
"Scott?" Chef walked over to the boy in the wheelchair "How you holdin' up boy? Do you know where you are?"
"Of course I know where I am." Scott rolled his eyes. "Can I get out of this stupid chair?"
"Well, where are you?" Chef asked him.
"I'm in this stupid prison!" Scott told him. "I'm in this stupid place and I don't know why?! Am I being punked? Because I don't find this funny at all, I mean this obviously is some weird joke of some kind because Heather of all people doesn't remember being on the show! How much is she getting paid to do this stup-"
"Go back to sleep, Scott." Chef sedated Scott after he heard enough from him. "We'll try this again tomorrow."
There ya go, I finally updated. I'm proud of myself. No Cody this chapter. He'll be back in the next chapter though. I'm also adding 3 other people within the next 2 chapters. I wanted this chapter to focus on some other people who are in this story as semi-background characters but I realized I haven't actually given them a lot of speaking parts. So, I'm working on that too. What do you think is going to happen?