A/N: Sorry for another late update. My computer was down for awhile and I couldn't upload the chapter for a few other reasons – I just finished this mini brochure for my history class which I'm thinking came out terrible.

It took awhile to find some of the recipes but, surprisingly, Naomi's is real.

Thanks for the reviews BTW.

Max is weird. :D

Chapter Two:

All the female contestants still reside in the lounge, Inola and Ronni sit in beanbags chatting, Lotte and Kendra are on the couch, also talking. Maxine and Nina ramble about how much they love Chris but Nina shouts how she loves him more, pointing at her tattoo of the infamous host for emphasis. Trent was also sitting on another couch with Margaret's unconscious beside him, her chest heaving slowly.

"Um … what do you think we should do about her, Trish?" Trent questions, looking where his sister once sat to find her gone, a single brow arches. "Trisha?"

"Hey," Trish says, approaching her brother with a large bucket, full with ice water – the tiny cubes in the bucket swishing around as she smirks. His eyes widen and he rises defensively.

"If you're going to do what I think …" Trent begins, eyes narrowing.

"You know me so well …" Before he could stop her, she dumped the bucket onto the unconscious bachelorette; who immediately startles awake, gasping – blonde hair frozen on her forehead and green eyes bugging crazily. Her tank and windbreaker were soaked through as stray ice cubes slid down her shirt; Trent gazes at her sympathetically and narrows his eyes at Trish.

"You know … you could have always woken her up the normal way." Trent assures, gesturing to the shivering girl, he smiles gently and she flushes, almost ready to faint again. "I think you should go change, I'm sorry about her. She's very characteristic."

Trish nods. "I'm one of a kind and hurry if you want to make it for the challenge." Margaret smiles and nods, standing and heading off with her backpack slung over a shoulder, Trent smiles at her back. "Alright, chicas and chicos – time to begin the first challenge!"

"Yeah, awesome!" Alex shouts enthusiastically, planting a hand in Kendra's face, expecting a high-five just for Kendra to look away as Alex took the uniform-clad girl's hand, slapping it against her own; Kendra looks back to see her already on her board, heading for Trish.

"What's the first challenge, babe?" she demands excitedly, popping a willy. "Is it something awesome?"

"If you think that cooking, cleaning, and taking care of baby simulators fun then … yeah. A joy." Trish assures, grin fading slowly.

Alex's doesn't fall. "Awesome, babe!"

"Soooo … explaining this lame "Housewife" challenge easily … you'll have to make a decent meal, clean a room, and take care of a teeny baby." Trish explains. "It's much harder than you think."

"Great." Nicole scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Sounds fun …" Maxine, who still hadn't registered the sarcasm, skipped over to the redhead, grinning maniacally and flailing her arms crazily.

"Totally!" Maxine yells in her ears, who's eyes narrow in annoyance. "I was once in this school play called "Maids! Maids! Maids!" and I was actually doing all that stuff because all the maids were preggers! But it was fuuuuun! Like, madly!"

"Sounds lovely." Ronni advises, rolling her eyes. "So, Tanya… continue?"

"Ronni!" Lotte chides. "Her name is Trish!"

"Relax, Lot." Ronni assures with a carefree wave. "It was a joke."

Lotte: She sighs. 'It wasn't a joke …'

Ronni: 'That wasn't a joke.' she says, smirking.

Trish's eyebrows furrow in a pout. "Anyway … anyone, who received the same key cards as some else will be rooming together and whoever really gets to their rooms first, gets a pick on a bed. So, I suggest you chicks zoom because there's one good, one bad."

Lotte and Ronni stare at their red cards. Ronni hooks arms with her sister and grins, glossy curls tickling her face. "We should get to our room first, I don't want a crappy one like Mother's."

Lotte once more frowns. "Mother has a very … interesting room, it's almost like how Marie Antoinette probably had hers."

Ronni rolls her eyes in a smirk. "You just didn't wanna say ugly. Let's go." she said and led down the hall, she looks over her shoulder for a moment. "Later, Nola!"

"Bye, Ron!"

Kendra smiles at the two fleeing and brushes nonexistent dust off her plaid skirt and stood with her keycard in hand, taking her folder and bag in the other hand. "Alright, now. Trish … which way are the rooms?"

Trish jabs her thumb in the direction of the sisters. "Each room has a plate on the door in the exact color of their card. Sooooo, just find the gold plate and you're off."

Kendra smiles politely. "Thank you." she advises and is off, carrying all her bags solo, Grim also left in the same direction from hearing the answer – a duffel bag slung over her shoulder and her surfboard underarm, Maxine cartwheels through the same corridor as Nicole struts, Inola still on her beanbag as she scratches chipped polish off her nails, and when Trent turns Clementine glares at his back and lumbers away – no else noticed when Naomi and Nina disappeared, also.

Trent arched a brow at the only contestant remaining in the room. "Um … aren't you going to go –"

Inola narrows her eyes at the musician with an unreadable expression. "I will, eventually. Just don't pester me. You don't see me rushing you to get the hell out of here, either."

Trish steps forward, ready to say something but Trent stops her and smiles at the dark-haired bachelorette. "Alright, you don't have to rush. Let's go, Trish. We have to call Dad." Before she could protest, he took her by the wrist and led her out of the room silently.

Inola slumps and blinks.

Inola: 'I'm surprised he didn't get mad at that … my previous exes would yell at me and try to act cool like the rest and use ghetto slang or try to curse me out in another language. I didn't really find it cool … more childish. But, him, Trent … he's different, I like that in a guy.'

The camera cuts to Nina skipping down the hall, giggling insanely. As she fingers her tattoo of the "Total Drama" host, her waves swirling as she dashes the halls, past all other contestants.

Nina slides her card through the slot in the door to see Clementine sitting on a bed, which had a silk comforter and two large pillows, golden eyes narrow as she sifts through her bag, looking up when she saw her roommate in the doorjamb. Grinning, of course.

She plasters on a fake smile, eyes melting. "Hello, I'm Clementine. It's certainly a pleasure."

Nina, still grinning, flops onto the other bed, which was like a hospital bed with a thin comforter and wheels; it even had a remote to adjust its stance. Besides, was a dresser of brownish wood and she began to stuff her clothes inside (even though most hadn't fit).

"Hey, I'm Nina Madisons! But everyone calls me Nina! I'm also President of the Chris McLean fan club of my town and International Vice-President of the Chris McLean fan club!" Nina rambles. Clementine nods, feigning interest, fingering the folds of her skirt. "How about you? What do you like most about Chris?"

Clementine smiles. "He's really hot." They giggle as Nina cradles her ribs from laughing too hard as her eyes bug wildly, she nods wildly.

"I knowww! He's like Adonis!" Nina agrees. "He's, like, so damn haw-t! You know what would be nice? If I were to braid your hair, it would look sooooo pretty like how Chris's is all silky smooth!"

"Oh!" Clementine cries, clasping her fingers. "I'd love that!" Nina ran to her bag and fishes out a green hair tie, taking her roommate's short locks into hand and twisting.

"Wow! You're fantastic!" Clementine comments in a sugary tone. "You would be a fantastic hairstylist!"

"Aw, thanks!" Nina replies happily, tugging a bit and fashioning it into a mussy braid. "Your hair is just so pretty and luscious, I bet Chris's hair would be like this, I would love to run my fingers through it!"

Clementine laughs awkwardly. "Me, too."

She pats the braid and grins. "What's your favorite Chris quote?"

Clementine: 'Honestly, I never really favored Chris – he's so conceited and sadistic. And all of those comments were just fake-praise. She's so gullible and the way she did my hair was utterly terrible.' She tugs the loose braid as her hair around her shoulders in knots. 'I hope she realizes that isn't his real hair.'

Nina: 'His hair is like silk! It's almost like … it isn't real.' She thinks for a moment and puts a finger to her chin in deep thought.

Lotte and Ronni's room was surprisingly spotless. Their were actually two normal beds with warm cotton blankets and clean sheets and pillows. Lotte sits on a bed across from Ronni; painting her toenails pale pink, filing them a tad before inspecting her handiwork.

Ronni had kicked off her shoes, flipped loose curls out of her face before sitting upright, tossing her bag on her bed and pulling out the four-book set of the Luxe. She took out a book, the last of the group with a girl in a lavender, fluffy dress on the cover.

Lotte smiles. "Didn't you finish that?" she inquires. "You've read that series dozens of times. You never did get into the Twilight series."

Ronni grimaces, opening the book to a bent page. "I would much rather live off my Luxe before I read those books again."

"Read?" Lotte repeats. "I thought you hated that series …"

"When I finished. Yes." Ronni answers. "The first was the only sorta good. The characters are too perfect – I borrowed the books from Lily … and I still wonder to this day why I read them. How's your book been going?"

"Oh!" Lotte gasps. Ronni nods as Lotte caps her nail polish and pulls out Jane Eyre. "I'm almost finished – there's only about two-hundred more pages."

Ronni leans in. "That's the fastest book you've read in awhile, I'm pretty surprised. Nate isn't really one to read that far into a book, either."

Lotte sighs. "Ron, Nate … isn't really interested in books. He's very … um, busy with other matters."

She blinks. "I don't really want to know what those are."

"Once more I repeat Ronni …" Lotte sighs, shaking her head.

Lotte: 'I think I gave her the wrong idea.'

Ronni: A lopsided smile appears on her face. 'That was so weird!'

Shortly after the previous events – Kendra knocks on the golden plate and heard but a shuffle before she enters to find herself face-to-face with none other than …

… a grinning Alex.

Kendra bit the inside of her cheek, placing her possessions on an empty bed, Alex chills on a bed of pure wood – a comforter and pillow painted upon messily. Alex had a box of empty wrappers on the edge of her bed, Kendra looks utterly confused.

Her clothes were scattered about the floor, stray wrappers by a tiny garbage beside her bed, and slices of cheese and a distinct stain of hot sauce on her bright purple hoodie.

Just by watching, Kendra looks ready to vomit her breakfast into the can. In the skater's lap was her prized skateboard and when she grins, a chunk of cheese was capping her front teeth.

"Hey, babe! It's awesome we're sharing a room! At least I got someone calm and cool like you, who won't harsh my mellow or give out bad vibes, if you know what I mean." Alex assures, scratching her chin.

"Um, no. Not really." Kendra reassures as politely as she can. "Are you prepared for the challenge we are having today? I think you should dress a little more proper, I mean without that noticeable stain on your sweater."

Alex simply licks the cheese off her fingers. "I'm good now." She sniffs under her arms and smiles. "My pits aren't giving any bad vibes either. So, let's head where our soul guides us!" She pushes past her taco wrappers, jumping onto her board and wheeling out the door.

Kendra ran to the doorjamb. "Aren't you going to clean your food up?"

Alex's voice rang loudly from down the hall. "Nope! It's cool, babe! I'll finish sweeping up the bad vibes later, remember don't harsh my mellow!"

Kendra rolled her eyes. "Yes, of course."

Kendra: 'I'll be playing "Housewife" for Alex as well, apparently.'

About a moment later, Grim stuck her head through the doorway, smiling softly. "Hey, you comin'? Trish is calling now."

Kendra looks from the mess to the smiling surfer. "Sure."

Kendra: 'I would do anything to get out of that room. It was … I don't know, terrible?'

Trish was as Grim said, waiting for them impatiently, eying her watch, and scowling. All the contestants were inside, excluding, Nicole and Naomi. Trish looks at them all and sighs. "Tough fudge, man. Tough fudge."

Ronni and Lotte share looks and risen eyebrows. "Um …"

Before Trish could rudely explain directions, Naomi came strutting with newly-applied makeup, batting her mascaraed lashes and looking for Trent – stopping as soon as she noticed he wasn't around. "Where's Trent?"

"He's waiting for me to explain the challenge, dimwit." Trish said icily. "Have you seen Nicole?"

"Yes, I have." Naomi answers, unfazed by the insult. "She said she's going to be arriving shortly … oh, there she is." Nicole, red curls pinned atop her head approaches, smirking – a hand on her hip.

"No one missed anything. Luckily." Nicole says and inspects her manicure.

Trish's eyes narrow. "Everyone follow me." And led them down a polished corridor.

Inola: 'Trish looked ready to kill herself. I think she's considering it by the end of this season …'

Max: She sounds serious and her eyes are huge to prove a point. 'I already told Trisha if she does try to throw herself out the window.' She grins widely. 'Call me! Because I wanna see!'

Trish led them into a kitchen, which was modeled after a kitchen on "Food Network." Everything was shiny and a glistening off-white, their was a laptop upon a chair by a window, a full fridge and cupboards stacked with spices and other ingredients. The counters were a polished marble and two large shelves of cookbooks were inscribed into the walls. A set of silver utensils and cooking tools were dangling off hooks.

"Beautiful." Lotte admires the built-in bookcase.

"Oh!" Margaret covers her mouth with one hand.

"Too white!" Max screams, shielding her eyes with both hands. "Why is everything white? Too white!"

"Anyway, you'll have to make a meal that won't kill my brother or me. You all have an hour and fifteen minutes, there's dozens of cookbooks and if you don't like any of the recipes in those books – can check the laptop." Trish advises. "So, remember … edible." She exits and Kendra is first to beeline over to the fridge to retrieve fruit, a knife, and a chopping board.

All slowly and surely begin preparing, Alex procuring a box of taco shells and pushing it beside Kendra as she chops peaches. Alex grins. "Hey, babe. What ya doin'?"

"Slicing peaches for a fruit salad." Kendra clarifies, not taking her eyes off her work. She finishes and drops them into a glass bowl before removing an apple core, dicing it into teeny bits. "I'm going to assume that you'll be making tacos?"

"Yep!" Alex grins. "My soul kind of inspired me because tacos are real chillaxed and so are souls, so yeah. What's your inspiration?"

"Fruits are the healthy building blocks of the body – so, it'll help strengthen the body." Kendra assures sweetly, shaking the bowl around and adding a sprinkle of sugar. She was sure Trent would like this. It was sweet, healthy, and comforting.

She looks from the box to the skateboarder. "Would you like me to help you?"

Alex simply shakes her head. "Nah. My soul has to guide me alone – if that doesn't happen I won't learn."

Lotte stands in front of an oven, gazing in the small window as six loaves slowly rise and fade from egg white to golden-brown, she smiles gladly. She turns to see Nicole eying a box of Mac & Cheese confusingly, Lotte looks at the timer and notices the bread had another fifteen minutes – it would go off soon. She hurries to assist the queen bee – a shadowy figure slugs to the oven and boosts it another forty minutes, scurrying off.

Nicole: 'Who knew, all you had to do to cook that junk was boil some macaroni and heat crappy cheese? That was easy.'

Naomi: She's filing her nails and inspecting each one she finishes, finally looking at the camera with icy eyes. 'That little blonde was helping that … that obscurity! And Trish? She always steals the spotlight! I'm glad she won't be here to steal the rest!'

Grim was operating a can opener and prying open a can of tuna, she succeeds and stirs its insides. Lotte explains the directions of macaroni and cheese to the queen bee (who looked careless) but listened anyway, Margaret came over, smiling – holding two cartons of eggs.

"Hello there," Margaret greets sweetly, still smiling. "is it alright if I prepare my meal here?"

Grim shrugs and nods. "Sure, it's cool. By the way, what are you making?"

Margaret kept her smile. "I'm making corn fritters; it's an old family recipe, how about you?"

Max pops her head between the two. "Corn fritters! It rhymes with born critters! AHAHAHA!" She cried before running off, giggling loudly.

"Um …" Grim began. "let's never speak of that again."

Margaret nods in agreement. "Yes."

While Naomi slides a cookie tray into the oven, she scans through the cookbook and grimaces on how long the recipe would take.

"Hmm …" Naomi starts, fingers poised at her mouth. "instead of six hours … how about six minutes?" She sets the timer and listens to it tick. "This will be easy."

Naomi: 'I have this challenge in the bag!'

Clementine: She looks displeased. "No, she doesn't.'

Grim: 'Tuna casserole isn't all that easy to make,'

Margaret: 'Grim's pretty nice. Or as nice as they get, I suppose.'

Max: She rubs her hands deviously and laughs manically.

Ronni: The brunette tosses her head in her hands. 'When will this day end?'

Nina: 'I hope Chris is watching,' She grins and waves ecstatically, just in case.

Trish is hidden in a dark room, cupping her hand around the phone as she speaks. "Grace? Oh, good, youpicked up, just the person I wanted to talk to."

"Really … Trish? Me?" the tiny girl asks on the other line. "How's it going over there, anyway? Anything devious or antagonistic yet?"

"Nothing, really." she murmurs. "But, I need your help …"

"Did you get hit in the head with another dictionary?"

Trish pouts annoyingly. "No. But … I need you and Dad to come over in a week or two."

"May I ask why?"

Trish lowers her voice. "I need your demonic skills."

The line quiets. "Are you giving me permission to be bad?"

She smirks. "Do whatever it takes."

~oOo~

GAWD. TRISH SO DEVIOUS.

The lovely Grace belongs to da even lovelier Kelsica2. :3 There's gonna be some more Trentness in the next chapter and less Trish being an attention hog. (: