(Author's Note: I'll put the votes for each couple to the right of their names, and the "X" for them being voted off on the left.)

-Izzy and Owen- 3

-Heather and Justin- 3

-Lindsay and Tyler- 1

-LeShawna and Harold- 2

-Bridgette and Geoff- 5

-Gwen and Trent- 5

-Courtney and Duncan- 24

Gwen and Trent are sitting at the campfire pit, with the baby in between them. The fire is roaring, since it's now quite dark outside. Even though there isn't an elimination tonight, Chris thinks the fire should always be going once the sun sets. Gwen lets out a quiet sigh and peeks out over her sketchbook, at Trent.

He was sitting on one of the tree stumps that circled the fire, with his trusty acoustic guitar in his lap. He looked deep in thought as he free-styled his way through a song he was working on. Gwen's necklace sparkled in the firelight from around his neck. Trent looks up and sees her watching him. He grins, and she blushes and continues sketching.

Gwen was drawing a picture of Trent at the dock. His feet were dangling off the dock and hovering above the saltwater. Of course, he had his guitar in his lap and hands. His eyes were looking towards the sky, as if trying to find that perfect word for his new song. There was a space between the half-moon, Trent, and the dock she had drawn. So, Gwen decides to write the lyrics to her favorite song, The Saltwater Room by Owl City.

A small smile creeps across Gwen's face as she studies her latest masterpiece. "You finished already?" Trent asks, quietly setting down his guitar.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Gwen replies, shyly handing her sketchbook over to Trent. He was the only one who she ever showed her drawings to. Not even Cody, who was always so snoopy. She was glad he wasn't here to snoop.

"Oh my god, Gwen… this is amazing," Trent breathes. Gwen smiles and scoots closer to him to study the picture with him. Sure, it was a good drawing, but it wasn't one of her best drawings. Well, maybe it was. This time, she had used charcoal to draw everything, so all the lines were thick, dark, and defined. She'd used her finger to smear the charcoal to shade everything. Now that she though about it, this probably was her best drawing.

"Thanks," Gwen whispers, still admiring her drawing. Suddenly she was hyper-aware that Trent was watching her. She blushes and looks up. Trent grins, slides her sketchbook into her lap, and leans close to her.

"It's beautiful," Trent whispers. His warm breath tickles her ear as if to hint that he wasn't talking about the drawing anymore. Gwen smiles shyly and wraps her arms around her knees. The sketchbook was now resting on a tree stump beside her.

Trent places a cups his hand right below Gwen's ear, cradling her head in his hand. Her soft midnight-blue hair weaves between his fingers. Trent pulls her close and kisses her. Gwen slowly unwraps her arms from her legs and places a hand on Trent's cheek, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.

When they pull away, Gwen lets out a small giggle, which was strange for her. But the charcoal from her hand had rubbed off onto Trent's cheek. He smiles and asks, "What is it?"

Gwen wipes a clean finger on his dirty cheek and shows him the black residue. Trent laughs. "I'll leave it there," he says, standing up, "But we should go. It's getting dark."

Gwen takes Trent's hand as he helps her up, and they walk to the boy's cabin. Once in the cabin, Gwen puts her sketchbook and their baby on the floor next to Trent's bed. She burrows under the covers as Trent changes into his pajamas, which consisted of boxers and a white tank top.

Trent climbs into his bunk bed and Gwen snuggles up to him. He puts his arm around her shoulders and she puts her head on his chest. "I love you, Gwen," he tells her.

"Love you, too," she says with a smile on her face.

I opened my eyes, last night, and saw you in the low light.
Walking down by the bay, on the shore, staring up at the planes that aren't there anymore.
Like an introvert, I drew my over shirt,
Around my arms, and began to shiver violently before.
You happened to look, and see, the tunnels all around me.
Running into the dark, underground,
All the subways around create a great sound.
To my motion fatigue: farewell,
With your ear to a seashell.
You can hear the waves, in underwater caves,
As if you actually were inside a saltwater room.

Time together isn't ever quite enough.
When you and I are alone, I've never felt so at home
What will it take to make or break this hint of love?
We need time, only time.
When we're apart, whatever are you thinking of?
If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?
So tell me, darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?
All the time, all the time.

Can you believe that the crew, has gone, and wouldn't let me sign on?
All my islands have sunk in the deep, so I can hardly relax, or even oversleep.
I feel as if I were home some nights, when we count all the ship lights.
I guess I'll never know, why sparrows love the snow.
We'll turn out all of the lights and set this ballroom aglow.

So tell me, darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?
All the time.

Time together isn't ever quite enough.
When you and I are alone, I've never felt so at home.
What will it take to make or break this hint of love?
We need time, only time.
When we're apart, whatever are you thinking of?
If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?
So tell me, darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?
All the time, all the time.

Time together isn't ever quite enough.
When we're apart, whatever are you thinking of?
What will it take to make or break this hint of love?
So tell me, darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?
All the time.

(Author's Note: I'm going to try to have a chapter be in different couples' points of view, to try to make it even. So… sorry I haven't been doing that up until now.)