A/N: Okay, so here is the second chapter of this story. I'm trying to take a scene from each episode and add on to it, and even though some characters are exremely hard to write in their POV I'm really trying to make it seem like them. So, R&R Thanks!

~ApPeAl2rEaSoN

Blonde

(Gwen's POV)

"Communion...buuut, I'm not Catholic." Ditz. I sat on the front steps of the Screaming Gophers cabin, and couldn't help, but eavesdrop on the TDI host, Chris try to explain what a simple bathroom was to a tall, blonde with a rather large bust, eyes as blank as an unwritten paper.

"No, not communion, communal." he tried explaining to her who was now standing there more confused than I had ever seen. Is that even possible?

"It means we shower together...idiot." I hissed under my breath.

"Uhhhh-ooooooooooooohhhhhh..." she said obviously still trying to put two and two together.

"Whatever," I replied pulling myself to my feet, and walking to the front door of the cabin, the dumb blonde hot on my trail.

"W-wait, Greta!" She called after me. I turned around enraged. Really? How could you get a simple name like mine mixed up with...with a name you're grandma probably went by.

"Gwen," I said before turning back around and walking to my bunk.

"Oh, okay." She said almost too perky. I rolled my eyes and continued to unpack my belongings. "Sooooo," said began next to me. "Is this like you're bunk?"

I sighed. "It would appear so genius since I am unpacking my belongings on it." I said now throwing items from my bag on to the bed.

"Oh my god! We should be like, bunk buddies!" She shouted with a dopey smile on her face.

"I'd rather not..." I said refusing to make eye contact with her, but in my peripheral vision I could see that she had another blank look on her face.

"But, uhh, why?"

"Because," I told her now begining to walk outside again. "Girls like you and me, don't get along, and I don't intend on changing that anytime soon."

"Oooh...okay." She said seeming disappointed.

Again, I sighed almost feeling bad for her knowing all she wanted was to make a friend. "Look," I told her now that we were outside. "If you really wanna make a quick friend then why don't you go talk to her." I said pointing at a tall, dark haired, skanky looking girl, with the loudest damn mouth I've heard since I got hear. She was currently bitching out a extremely large boy with had already managed to stuff his face with food.

"Ohh, okay!" She said a little more enthused. "Thanks Gretchen!" She smiled at me and waved before skipping off to her newest buddy. I sighed only hoping I did the right thing. It was risky pairing up two girls like that, or at least it was at school.

Once she reached the tall, skinny teen she immediately began running her mouth, which seemed to annoy/amuse the other girl, and I couldn't help but to smile. That girl, Lindsay might have been annoying as hell, but she meant good, and maybe if I was lucky she'd pay it forward, and turn around that skinny bitch that I already had a feeling I was bound to collide with. Maybe I wasn't the best at getting along with people, but I guess I did have a knack for hooking people up.

A/N: So, what did you think? Good. Bad. Ehhh.