Sitting in his room, he layed on the bed and looked at his wallpaper. His dad managed to make a wallpaper with Chris's best studio pictures. One that would look in Chris's room would automatically know that his head and ego were larger than a supersized Zamboni. Finishing touches included some posters from current rock bands at the time like Nirvana, Treble Chargers, Glueleg, and he even had a poster of Wonder Woman, whom he was a fan of then and was one of his fantasy crushes. Looking at it all, he still tried to think of what else to do for a whole eight weeks.
He could walk around the mall and hit on the girls, or try to snag free food from the babes at the food court. Too bad I got bored of all that this year, he thought. Then he thought of Penelope, what she'd be doing for eight weeks. He was in his room wishing she'd be back from that icy, tree nature place when his father opened the door.
"Whatcha doin' tiger? Sleepin'? It's like 2 pm!" Chris looked at his dad.
"There's nothing to do Dad. Hatchet's gone for the whole summer and-" Chris couldn't admit that him, the "hot guy that has an awesome dad" had no real friends to hang out with, let alone a girl to go to the movies with. Darren, his father, already knew Chris's problem.
"I know I know. You have no other real friends and the girls just think you're hot, no need for a girlfriend, yadda yadda yadda." Chris was shocked.
"And how'd you know that?" Darren snickered.
"I can pretty much read your mind. I went through the same thing, called the McClean disease, only your grandpa wasn't a handsome host like I am! Which reminds me, I got something for you to do this whole summer."
About two hours later, Darren landed his private helicopter on flat grass. When they both got out, Chris had no idea where he was. He looked around, he wasn't sure what was going on. He saw slightly older kids walking around. He saw his dad walk by him.
"They're in my new season of Darren and Dangerous(Darren's reality TV show). They really bring the ratings!" Darren snickered at his own joke. "What is this place?" "I guess you haven't been watchin', huh kiddo? Anyway, this is Bonnechere Provincial Park. Well, in non nerd terms, I call it... BPP!" Chris glared.
"That's...original." He flatly told his daring dad.
Darren gave his son a tour of the campground. He told him about the challeneges the kids would be facing, elimination processes, e.t.c. Soon, Chris saw some adult guys leave with anger. Darren, with his son following behind, walked up to the group.
"Wait, where you guys going? I needed you to test the stunts, remember?" One dude pushed him down.
"I almost got killed fool! I'm out!" The group of interns left, leaving Darren to make a phone call with his gigantic cellphone.(This is around the late 90s, so cellphones were kinda bigger then.) "Yeah, they left just now...What do you mean no others signed up?...Fine, whatever." Darren hung up, looking at his son. He suddenly got an idea.
"Chris, how'd you like to try out some super awesome crazy super stunts?" Chris looked blankly at him.
"Wait, like..those guys did? I thought they nearly died and-"
"Relax! You're my kid! You won't die that way, don't worry! Plus, you'll be protected by my agents so they're paid a ridiculously huge amount of money making sure that my stunt people are not killed. Buuuuut, heheh, can't promise you won't be harmed, or hurt, or have a bunch of bruises and all of that." Chris was now uneasy about this.
"I'm not sure I wanna do this dad-"
"Don't ya wanna have something to do for the summer? It'll put some meat on your bones too, plus, it's fun, trust me." Darren looked at Chris's skinny body. Chris decided to go with hid dad's plan after all.
So Chris decided he would spend his time at the campground with his dad. This was only because he'd have some hours of community service, in which he needed before entering high school the following year.
When Darren hosted his show, some of the campers asked who the hot dude was, I.e. his son. He kept everything a secret, refering to his intern son as "some roadie dude". Meanwhile, while Darren did his reality show tapings and whatnot, some of Darren's agents had Chris test some upcoming stunts for the campers. Some were life threatening, some were...okay, still life threatening. Nearly dying equals nearly a million viewers, totally worth it, Darren would say.
About a whole two and a half weeks later, Darren was in the spa for the 600th time in a 2 week period, and Chris was back at his dad's quarters, relaxing and fixing his three inch long dark brownish hair while unwinding from a whole day of dangerous crazy interning. He had to fix his hair a whole lot more now because of the helmets he had to wear while trying out stunts. After spending quite a while on his hair, he turned on the TV which showed the prior episodes and seasons of his dad's long running reality show.
Things blowing up, the contestants screaming and crying, animals biting them, plans to complete challenges falling apart, all of this and more as Chris had his eyes glued to the TV. My favorite things, Chris thought. Chris remembered that his dad pretty much thought of all of the challenges the contestants faced. Then he started to wonder.
I could die from all of this stunt B.S., he thought. What if I came up with some gut wrenching ideas for the contestants? Maybe he'll try them out and...I'll get paid too! I could buy that new hair dryer and that awesome tanning bed they just came out with! Not to mention see all those kids suffer from the challenges that I made up! Chris thought all of this aloud and got so evilly happy.
So he began to brainstorm ideas, he already had a whole list of them. He found a notepad and paper and spilled his brain onto it. Dreams do come true, well, for me anyway, Chris thought as he dreamed of having deliciously tan skin and perfectly straight hair that was as fluffy as Hatchet when he and Chris went to see that lovey dovey movie. No lovey doveyness on these ideas victim contestants, just a bunch of screaming and pain, hahahahaha, Chris thought as he continued to write ideas. His dad would be in the spa for another hour, so when he'd come out, he'd see his son's amazingly evil ideas.