Disclaimer- I own absolutely nothing, yeah, I know … sad day. Please do nothing that these characters do. Well, nothing extreme. I guess you could do the breathing part. But only do it sparingly.
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The contestants were crammed onto the deck of a humungous yacht, one that was larger than all of the other yachts combined. It was Chris's private yacht.
"But why did I have to share my yacht?" Chris complained to Chef, who was steering the yacht (he had already dropped off Amanda when he came back to pick everybody up)
"Because the producers don't want to waste money like you did last season. So they cut a majority of your perks, starting with your yacht." Chef told him.
"What?" Chris shouted. "How could they cut my perks? I'm the star of this show. I make the drama. I make the ratings. Why couldn't they have cut something useless? Like you!" Chris jabbed his index fingers into Chef's chest.
"Watch it. I know where you hide the sheep sheers," Chef threatened.
"Alright," Chris nodded as he backed out of the captain's cabin. "I guess I better go ahead and let them all know the big news." He walked out amongst the campers and held up his hands.
"Ooo," Haily cooed, "He's going to give us a little dance, how sweet."
"Girl, if you think Chris would actually do something sweet, you got a long season ahead of you," LeShawna told the blonde.
"Would you two shut it," Chris snapped. "I have an announcement."
"If you say we're doing another challenge," Duncan hissed, "I'm going to rearrange your face."
"No need for face rearranging to take place," Chris stammered. "My big announcement is to introduce a few more contestants."
"Like there aren't enough of us already," Noah groaned.
"Well, I did say all previous contestants were coming back," Chris said as he moved to stand in front of four separate doors. "and having what's behind these four doors would have messed up the teams, so they're joining the competition now."
"Four? I thought it was only Sierra and Alejandro," Duncan asked. "Who else is it?"
A loud shriek echoed out of one of the doors. Said door burst open, a red high-heeled shoe being what kicked it open. Said shoe was worn by a feisty blonde in her mid-thirties, Blaineley Stacey Andrews O'Halloran, otherwise known as Mildred.
"How dare you forget me!" Blaineley screamed, her sultry red dress rustling as she sauntered over to the delinquent.
"Whoa, calm down," Duncan soothed, backing away from the steaming blonde. "You were on for, like, three days, and you weren't that memorable."
"Memorable! I'll show you memorable." Blaineley leaped at the delinquent, fingers extended.
Anna elbowed Gwen. "Shouldn't you be stopping that."
"Nope. He deserves to get his butt kicked by the host of a gossip rag. It'll teach him a lesson," Gwen said.
"True, very true," Anna said, fist bumping Gwen.
"Blaineley, calm down," Chris said. "save most of this anger for the challenges."
"Whatever," the woman muttered as she pulled herself off of Duncan. She turned to face all the other contestants "I hope you all won't judge me on that little outburst. I just lost my cool a little."
"Oh, we're judging you, alright" Heather said.
"and we watched you on the aftermath's last season," Vanessa mumbled.
"Yeah, you're a *censored* *censored*," Diana blurted.
"Must you cuss with every sentence," Courtney chastised.
"Abso - *censored* - lutely"
"Anyway," Chris and Blaineley both chanted, wanting to get their faces on camera again. To bad they both wanted it.
"It's mine, you shriveled old hag!" Chris shouted.
"Think again, you washed up has been," Blaineley retorted.
"Mi amigos," a latin hunk said soothingly, "calm down. You'll both get your screen time eventually."
Alejandro had stepped out of one of the doors. His hair had grown back from his tragic mishap with the volcano, but the scarred eyebrows and dry looking skin reminded everybody of his unfortunate luck last season.
"Alejandro," Chris grumbled, "already pulling out the charms, I see."
"I wouldn't call it charm, it's just being a gentleman," the Hispanic replied. He gave his fellow competitors a quick, seductive grin.
"You can cut that crap right now," LeShawna snapped. "We all know what you did last season, so there's no point trying to work this nice guy act."
"But senorita, I have truly learned the error in my ways."
LeShawna held up her hand, palm first. "Talk to the hand."
"Well that would be a rather one sided conversation," James pointed out, thinking he was being rather clever.
Anna patted him on the back. "You poor, deprived boy," she muttered, "you have my pity."
Alejandro continued to converse with the irritated females he had tricked last season. Bridgette turned her head away from him and accidently hit him in the eye with her ponytail. LeShawna told him to talk to her booty, because her hand was taking a break. Courtney flirted unabashedly with him, her finger inching up his muscular chest.
"Good to know I have one ally in this game," Alejandro said, taking the CIT's hand in his and holding it to his face. Courtney giggled uncontrollably.
"If I ever become like that, slap me," Heather whispered to Gwen, who happened to be the closest ear.
"How about I just slap you now and get it over with?" The Goth asked, a light smile creeping onto her pale face.
"Fat chance," Heather spat, a little more loudly than she intended. Alejandro overheard the raven-haired beauty. The Latino's eye twitched. He turned to face the girl.
"Heather," he snarled.
"Alejandro," she returned with equal distain.
"Is there anything you have to say to me?"
"Nothing comes to mind."
"What about sorry?"
"Sorry is for people who having something to be sorry about, and the weak. I happen to be neither."
"How cute," Chris said, interrupting the argument, "they're bickering. I love it"
"Shut up!" the two shouted, causing the host to back off.
"What exactly is it that I'm supposed to be sorry about?" Heather asked, turning back to the quarrel.
"How about twisting my heart into a mangled piece of sorrow then throwing it away like a piece of garbage into a volcano!"
"Wow," Vince muttered, patting the left side of his chest "that's deep."
"I don't seem to recall that," Heather spat in response to Alejandro's plea.
"How about being the reason for ruining my perfect, latin skin?"
"It looks fine from here."
"That's because I'm wearing make-up!"
Lyle burst out laughing. He had to clutch his side he was laughing so hard.
"What's so funny?" Owen chuckled, the midget's laughter being quite contagious.
"Dude wears make-up," Lyle pointed out between chuckles.
"Real mature," Tony murmured. The celebrity shook his head in disappointment at the boy's immaturity.
"There is nothing wrong with a guy wearing make-up," Justin snapped as he put away the compact he was using to check his complexion.
"Can we move on please," Eva whined, "this is getting really old, really fast."
"Well," Chris mused, "I guess I should let some of this frustration simmer, makes for some better drama."
While Chris tried to calm the bickering enemies, Cody walked over and gripped the hand rails of the yacht, looking rather sea sick. A teenage girl noticed the woozy tech-geek and, leaving her best friend as she fawned over a certain celebrity, went to go see what was wrong.
"Hey Cody," Sadie said. "Why you look so green?"
"It's Sierra," he sighed.
"I thought you two were friends now? Wasn't that, like, what you two decided on after last season?"
"Well, yeah, but then things got a little weird over the break."
"How so?" the chubby BFF asked, wanting to get some juicy gossip that wasn't from Katie.
"You remember that plane ride home from Hawaii?"
"You mean the one where Izzy—"
"Yep"
"and then Eva—"
"yep"
"and then the hamster—"
"That's the one."
"That poor hamster, it never saw it coming." Sadie and Cody both hung their heads in remembrance of Gibbly the hamster, may he rest in piece.
"So what was it you were saying about the flight?" Sadie asked once the moment of silence was over.
"Well, when we were saying good-byes, I gave Sierra my phone number."
"I thought she already had your number?"
"She did, but this was my new number that I made my mom get when I learned Sierra had my number," Cody rambled. "Anyways, in the beginning, we were texting regularly, just like any long distance friends. Then, one week, I got grounded and my parents cancelled my phone. Next thing I know, I wake up one morning to see Sierra peeping in through my window."
"Why was she peeping through your window?"
"Apparently she thought I was dead, or worse, avoiding her. She had to make sure I was okay. Since then, she's been kind of in between the friend zone and rapist zone."
"Oh, and now you're just worried about what's going to happen once Chris introduces her again," Sadie stated.
"Exactly!" Cody exclaimed.
Sadie felt something jab against her shoulder, something pointy that could possibly become quite deadly. The BFF turned to see who was interrupting their conversation. When she saw who it was, she gulped.
Standing before her, fresh from being introduced to the rest of the contestants, stood Sierra. "Hi Sadie," the purple-haired girl hissed.
"Hi Sierra," Sadie said, intimidated by the opposing girls stature, "Might I say that your hair is quite a vibrant shade of purple today."
"That's because I gave it a fresh dye job before I came on the show. Now if you don't mind, me and my best friend have some catching up to do." Sierra swept Sadie to the side, allowing the pigtailed girl to run into Katie's awaiting arms. Sierra crept up to Cody and flung him over her shoulder. The tech geek mouthed 'help me' to the other teens as she took him to the bow of the ship. They just smiled innocently in return.
"Chris, you fail at counting," Noah stated, not at all worried about the future of his fellow intellect. "You said four more were coming back to the competition, but that's only three and there's nobody else."
"au contraire, Noah," Chris said, smiling wickedly at the blindside he was setting up, "you're forgetting one very important contestant. He may have had a short stint on the show, but in the three seasons of this show, he's developed quite a following. The shipper's have gone a little … coco … over him."
"That's not true," Fran interjected, "I'm the queen of Total Drama crack pairings and there isn't a single member of a crack pairing that isn't here."
"But think again," the host said as he pulled open the only remaining door. Everybody minus Chris peered into the doorway, but failed to notice anybody there. Chris coughed an attention seeking cough and pointed down at the ground. The contestants looked at the ground curiously, because what stood there was absolutely baffling.
There lay a round sphere, complete with a smiley face and grass for hair.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Coconut!" Chris's introduction was met with silence, an astonished silence.
"You have got to be kidding me," Gwen muttered.
Fran snapped her fingers as she reached an epiphany. "I remember now, Mr. Coconut. I have a friend that ships cocoapple."
"cocoapple?" Yael questioned.
"Yeah, it means she supports Mr. Coconut paired with that pineapple Alejandro practically made a baby with last season."
"What an awkward baby," Rocki stated.
"I know," Haily said, "just imagine the pain the mother would be in when she had to push that thing out of her va—"
"Moving on," Anna interrupted, "How exactly is having a coconut as a contestant going to work?"
"Beats me," Chris shrugged, "the producers and I figured it would be a fun little obstacle for you kids to have to deal with."
"How the heck is it going to vote?" Eva snapped.
"Mr. Coconuts vote will be at the discretion of me and the producers."
"So it's another way for you to influence the game and vote off the people you don't like," Noah pointed out.
"Sometimes you're too smart for your own good," Chris warned.
"Land hoe!" Chef shouted, ringing a tiny little bell from the inside of the captains cabin.
"Where's the hoe?" Anna shouted clenching her hands in fury.
"It's a figure of speech," Bridgette said, calming the enraged teen. Anna relaxed quickly with the knowledge that they were not heading for a sexually promiscuous woman.
Chef skillfully pulled the yacht up to the dock and put it in park. Chris lowered the departure ladder for the contestants to climb down.
A couple of the contestants (mostly girls, though there were a few boys) awed at the sight the greeted them. Standing before them was an ornate bed and breakfast. It was the color of the statue of liberty with a white trim. There were lit, old timey candlesticks in each of the windows. Smoke billowed out of the rustic brick chimney.
"Oh my gosh," Courtney gasped, "it actually looks livable."
"What's the catch?" LeShawna asked, knowing that Chris wouldn't dare let them sleep at such a quiet, up kept living quarters.
Gwen took a step forward to stand beside her friend. "My money's on it's run by a bunch of serial killers," she muttered.
Chris chuckled at the skepticism of the teenagers. "Relax guys, the producers actually made me swing for some better sleeping quarters. Though staying at a hotel run by serial killers would be an interesting idea for a challenge."
"Way to go pasty," Duncan grinned, "you probably just gave him the idea for this season's serial killer challenge."
"Great," the Goth complained.
"Now, it's kind of late," Chris said, "so the owners of this fine establishment have already fallen asleep. Their names are Woodrow and Irene, and, let's just say they're a little on the old side. So don't wake them up, Woodrow tends to get a little cranky when he doesn't get his eleven hours of sleep."
"Awe, I love old people," Haily cooed, "they're just like babies!"
"Except they're old and wrinkly," Noah pointed out, astonished by the odd excitement of the bouncy blonde.
"True, but they get cranky when they don't get what they want, need somebody else to take care of them, and some of them even have diapers!" Haily screamed, each reason being screamed louder then the last.
"Oh," Gwen moaned as she rubbed her temples, "this is going to be a long season."
"Enough chit chat already," Chris complained, "you guys need to get to sleep, tomorrow's challenge is going to require you to actually be able to stay awake."
"Tomorrow?" several of the contestants questioned.
"Hey, I'm giving you free loaders the best mediocre housing conditions a multi-million dollar budget can buy, I have to make you uncomfortable somehow."
"You are one sick, twisted person," Jonathon stated, "I like it."
"You would," Lyle muttered.
"Can we hurry up? Vanessa yawned, "some of us need our beauty sleep."
"Some more than others," Ethan murmured. Vanessa, not taking lightly to the insult, kicked the boy in the shin, causing him to yelp.
"Well, I have a couple things to say. First, the rooms and your roommates are at your own discretion," the host shrugged.
"You mean our rooms can be co-ed?" Duncan asked, wriggling his unibrow at his Goth mistress.
"Don't even think about it," the pale girl muttered, pushing the delinquent away from her.
"Yes, the rooms are co-ed if you so choose. However, you have to be careful, there are cameras in each of the rooms to make sure we don't have any newborn babies and their eventual lawsuits anytime in the future."
"There's no way you can do that," LeShawna hollered, "what if we got to change clothes?"
"Change in the bathroom, because if the camera in your room is removed from the room, every occupant will be put up for elimination. And if you are already up for elimination, you may ask? Then you'll have a vote cast against you."
"And where exactly will you be sleeping?" Sabrina asked as she sauntered over to the host.
"In my own, private bed with a dead bolt and alarm system," Chris muttered. Sabrina's arms were flailing as she tried to reach the host, who was keeping his slightly insane stalker a whole arm's length apart. "Now if you will all follow me," he said, "I'll show where you can do the confessions."
The contestants all followed the handsome thirty-something (Owen was carrying Mr. Coconut, the two were catching up) into the mansion.
"Out of the way," Heather snapped at Diana and Yael as the three of them tried to enter through the doorway at the same time.
"*censored*, How the *censored* do you think you can *censored* with us?" Diana shrieked.
Yael quietly took a step back to let the two feuding females get into the building.
"I think I can get inside because I won last season and I'm a fan favorite, so I'd suggest you show me some respect," the queen bee said, waving off the stout girl.
"Oh I'll show you some respect," Diana spat, "then I'll *censored**censored* and I'll *censored* and *censored* it with a plunger!"
"Well there's a mental picture I'll never get rid of," Rocki complained as she closed the door behind her. To bad for Ezekiel, whose hand was still on the door frame.
The prairie boy howled in pain, as several of the nicer contestants rushed to his aid.
"Oh dear," Elaine gasped, "are you ok?"
"I'll be fine, eh," Ezekiel winced.
"Is there anything we can do?" Bridgette wondered, her prejudice against the boy being temporarily lifted.
"I doon't know. Maybe you could kiss it and make it better?" and the prejudice came crashing back. The surfer gasped a disgusted gasp, slapped Ezekiel, and stomped off to be with her boyfriend. "Was it something I said?" the toque wearer asked.
The remaining mob gave a disappointed shake of their heads and joined the others. They came to a door that was marked 'kitchen' (it even had a little sign with a stick figure wearing a chef's hat).
Inside was an extravagant kitchen. The stainless steel appliances reflected images of the contestants back at themselves. Several of the teens were more excited about the room than others. DJ fawned over the state of the art stove. Izzy played joyously with the blender. Kayla even stopped crying momentarily to inspect the impeccably clean counter tops.
"Woodrow and Irene got some renovations done before the season started," Chris stated.
"It shows," Yael muttered, impressed.
Chris clapped his hands together as he stepped in front of a large metal door. "This," he said, "is the confessional/walk-in freezer. Here is where you'll give your thoughts on the day, the elimination, your roommates, and even a few of the challenges."
"Question, do you go out of your way to make sure the confessional is in the most uncomfortable places possible?" Anna asked.
"Of course, and be careful not to leave the door open. If you leave it open, you still have to eat the rancid meat," the host chuckled.
"If anybody," Gwen warned, "leaves that door open, there's going to be a place in Hell waiting for you. Then, I'm going to kick your ass."
"So, who wants to try this sucker out first?"
Freezer Cam
Courtney – (She's inspecting the freezer door) What the? This thing locks from the outside. (she bangs on the door) Chris, I hope you know you have a safety hazard out here? (she jiggle's the handle) Very funny Chris, now let me the freak out of here!
*static*
Anna - (she sits down, then stands up immediately, inspecting the place that she just sat) What the heck did I just sit on, and why is it bleeding?
*static*
DJ – (He's talking on a cell phone) Mama, you should see it, it's so beautiful. (A small tear falls down his face) There's so much food, I could cook the Mama and son cookbook. (A small garbled sound rings out of the cell phone) Ok, I won't cook without you.
*static*
Mr. Coconut – (He's just lying there) … (Chris opens the door)
Chris – Are you done yet?
Mr. Coconut - ….
Chris – Ok, ok, you have another minute, no need to get snappy.
Mr. Coconut - …..
*static*
Yael – Why isn't it cold in here?
"Another thing," Chris said. Vanessa stomped towards the host and grabbed the collar of his shirt.
"If you don't tell us where we are sleeping, I'm going to go emo and your neck's going to be my arm," the popular girl snarled.
"Thomebody'th a little bit cranky when they're tired," Beth lisped.
"Shut it, farm girl!"
"Before Vanessa rips my shirt," Chris said desperately as he tried to pry Vanessa's fingers away from the his collar, "just get set up in one of the rooms outside the kitchen and down the hall to the right. All of the rooms are set up for four except for room one, it only has three."
Several of the contestants cheered at the thought of finally getting to sleep. Vanessa threw the host to the ground as she darted for a room, only to be stopped by Grace.
"Make sure we get the room for three," she said, indicating herself, Vanessa, and Ethan. Vanessa mumbled something incoherent and stomped off, still ahead of a majority of the contestants.
Room 1 (Vanessa, Ethan, Grace)
The door slid open as Grace strolled and Ethan, who was carrying his, Grace's, and Vanessa's luggage, stumbled into the room. There was a solitary queen sized bed, a bunk bed, and a Victorian desk with a not-very-well-hidden hidden camera hidden in it's top drawer. Vanessa lay sound asleep on the single bed. Apparently she fell asleep before she could change or even crawl under the covers.
"Can you believe her?" Grace scoffed, indicating the unconscious teen.
"Well it was a pretty long day," Ethan said as he dropped the luggage, "I'm a little bit tired myself."
"No, I mean that she'd actually think she gets this bed. Pick her up and put her on the bunk bed."
Ethan rolled his eyes and strolled over to the sleeping girl. He picked her up in his arms bridal style, though he held her as far away from himself as to remove any traces of romance from the gesture. "You know," the boy mumbled, "I seem to recall Heather's alliance falling apart because she made her alliancee's her slaves."
"But Heather made one tiny mistake," Grace grinned, "Beth and Lindsay had nothing tying them down to her. On the other hand, you and Vanessa have no choice but to listen to me."
"And what if we decide to-" Ethan tripped over the handle of Grace's handbag. As he fell to the ground, he tossed Vanessa away. She landed on the bottom bunk, only slightly bumping her head of the wall. Ethan wished he had been that lucky. The brunet landed square on his face.
"That looked painful," Grace remarked, not doing anything to help her roommate, "now what was it you were saying?"
"I was saying," Ethan spat as he wiped a trickle of blood off of his upper lip, "what if we decide to stop listening to you?"
Grace strode over to her handbag, opened it up, and pulled out a small, white pad. "Then you'd be just like this make-up removal cloth, useful at first," she said as she wiped her cheek, removing a long streak of foundation and blush, "but once your used," she clenched her fist, crumpling the cloth, "you get thrown away. Now go use the bathroom."
"But I don't have to."
"To bad, I need to change and I don't want you to peek, we do have to sleep in the same room you know."
"You know there's a camera right over there," Ethan said, pointing at the conspicuously inconspicuous camera.
"I know," Grace breathed as she started to unbutton her top with her chest positioned directly in front of the camera, "I'm about to become a fan favorite."
Ethan, seeing what was happening, darted out of the room as more blood dripped out of his nose.
Freezer cam
Ethan – (He's holding a raw steak up to his sore nose) This Grace chick is seriously dangerous, and Vanessa refuses to just tell everybody the 'big secret' (he puts air quotes around those words), so we have to listen to her. I swear, she can be such an idiot sometimes. Though, on the plus side, Grace is willing to take her top off in our room. (He gives the camera a thumbs up)
*static*
Grace – (She's clad in a light pink, silk pajama set) It feels good to be in control.
*static*
Vanessa – (she's rubbing the small bump on her head) What the heck, OW!. (she starts to look through the freezer) Now where the heck is a raw steak?
Room 2 (Courtney, Anna, Rocki, Elaine)
The four girls were all meandering around the room, just getting to know each other. Their room was like the rest of the rooms in the bed and breakfast, slightly larger than room one with two bunk beds.
Courtney was instructing the three other girls where to put their things. "Anna," the CIT chastised, "you don't just cram your suitcase under the bed, you have to place them in a precise order so as to maximize the amount of possible space."
"Yeah, the thing is, I honestly don't care how much room there is under there," Anna said as she shoved the third and final suitcase of hers underneath the bed.
"But your wasting so much space."
"So, it's not like we're going to have a room wide game of hide and seek and under the bed is the only place I have to hide," Anna pointed out.
"How's this, Courtney?" Elaine asked, pointing the girl's gaze in the direction of underneath her bed. Courtney got down on her hands and knees to see under the bed. She gasped at what she saw. It was perfect. Each bag was meticulously set in a specific place. Not a handle was out of place. Any OCD person would have been proud had it not been for the unzipped zipper.
"That's amazing Elaine," Courtney praised.
Elaine gave a light chuckle. "I aim to please," she said hugging the CIT.
Anna rolled her eyes at the obvious butt kissing. "Courtney, not that I don't appreciate it and all," Anna asked, "but why did you want to room with us?"
"Because, after last season I don't have all that many friends, just Bridgette, actually," the brunette sighed, "and I just thought that maybe, with you three, I could actually make some bridges and not burn them down."
"Awe, that's kind of deep," Rocki chimed in as she climbed up the ladder of hers and Anna's bed.
"Well you've definitely made one sturdy bridge," Elaine cheered, pulling Courtney into another hug. Courtney tried to push the cheerful girl away when the hug lasted a little too long.
"Awe, how cute, there's life after Duncan after all," Rocki joked as she reached the top of the ladder.
"Oh go fall off the top bunk," Courtney snapped. As if on cue, Rocki jumped on the bed and fell through. Splinters of wood flew in various directions. Rocki plummeted toward a screaming Anna. Rocki landed on Anna's lap.
"Hey," Rocki said, looking up at the hole in the bed, "you wanna be bed mates?"
"Fine," Anna sighed, "but if your hand wanders to the wrong place you're sleeping on the floor."
Freezer Cam
Courtney – To be honest, I chose those three to be my roommates because they seemed to be the only sane girls in this new batch of competitors. The others are either crying their eyes out, swear so much a sailor would be insulted, or obsessed with Chris.
*static*
Anna – So I have to share a bed with Rocki. It could be worse, it could be a whore with more diseases than a hospital.
*static*
Elaine – My roommates are simply wonderful. They're so nice and caring, I can see us all becoming the best of friends.
*static*
Rocki – So, on my first day, I wreck a yacht, almost get us killed by a beaver stampede, and now I break a bed. (she looks sad for a moment, then smiles a bright smile) Today is going so much better than my last first day of school, since there's no mass evacuation.
Room 3 (CJ, Harold, Lyle, Phillip)
Harold was desperately rifling through his suitcase, the contents going flying across the room. His wizard robe was sprawled over the floor. His handmade LeShawna trading card hit Lyle in the eye. His underwear was spinning on the ceiling fan.
"Dude, what the heck are you looking for?" CJ asked as he too looked through his bag, though not with as much urgency as the bespectacled nerd.
"I'm looking for my…I found it," Harold shouted. He pulled his hands out of the suitcase holding an odd, angular object: an inhaler.
"Really, you tried to make me patchy the pirate because you were having a stupid asthma attack," Lyle remarked as he rubbed his sore eye.
"It's not for me, Gosh," Harold said. The lanky boy walked over to Phillip, the boy was huddled in the corner, wheezing his terrified breath. Only a specially trained ear like Harold's could tell the difference between Phillip's wheezing and his normal breathing. Harold offered the medical implement to the fearful teen.
Phillip looked up to see what was in Harold's hand. He screamed something unintelligible (it was later discovered he just screamed GERMOPHOBIA! Three times fast) Phillip then reached into his back pocket and pulled out two inhalers. He took a sprit from one and then the other.
"Why do you use two different inhalers?" CJ asked as he slipped on a red wig.
"It' a fail safe, if the first one isn't working, the second one makes sure its job is done."
The brows of the various teen boys furrowed at the odd logic of the fearful boy, but made nothing of it because they were tired.
Lyle was climbing up the ladder to his bed as CJ pulled back his covers. The short midget looked down at his roommate to see what exactly it was that he was wearing. "What are you wearing?" he asked.
CJ looked down at his garments. He was wearing what appeared to be a posh butler's uniform, a pair of red glasses, and a long red wig. "I'm Grell Sutcliff."
"You sleep in cosplay?" Harold gasped, "….Aweso—" Harold was interrupted in his compliment as Phillip hurried outside the room, his arms loaded with everybody's various luggage bags. Harold followed him out the door, where he piled the bags on an already large pile of his and his roommates' possessions. He popped his head back in the door and noticed that only the beds, CJ, and Lyle were what remained in the room.
""What are you doing?" The uber-geek wheezed.
"I'm piling all of our possessions outside of our room," Phillip explained as he scribbled on a hand-held note pad. He ripped off the page and placed on top of one of Lyle's bags and walked back into the room.
Harold, curious, grabbed the note and read it –Here are all our possessions you greedy thieves, take whatever you please, there is no need to enter my room and use your chloroform. Sincerely, Phillip Marsengail- Harold face-palmed.
Freezer Cam
Harold – I tried to bring all of our things back in the room and explain to Phillip that nobody was going to use chloroform to steal our things, but he wouldn't stop screaming until I took everything outside. I have to sleep outside to make somebody like Duncan doesn't steal any of my trading cards. (He holds up a black and yellow duffle bag) Good thing Lyle has this incredibly soft bag for me to rest my head on
*static*
Lyle – (He zips open his black and yellow duffle bag) What the hell? Why is there a dent in my marshmallow collection?
*static*
CJ – (He's singing an odd, asian sounding song while combing his red wig. The door cracks open to reveal Phillip.)
Phillip – AH! GINGER!
Room 4 (Vince, James, Blaineley, Tony)
Tony and Vince were both pushing against the door to their room, a horrible, unimaginable horror lying on the other side. Satan fears them. God questions why he made them. They're so terrifying, this writer is having to suppress nightmare inducing memories just to tell you about them. They were…raving fangirls.
"Tony!" Sadie shrieked form the other side of the closed door, "Please, come sleep with us."
"Please Tony!" Katie pleaded, "if you slept with us, we would be the luckiest girls in the world."
"Now, I'm not exactly the best with human social interactions," James stated from his position on one of the beds, "but I believe now would be the appropriate time to make a sexually innuendus joke."
Suddenly, a frizzy haired blob came crashing through the ceiling. Pieces of tile flew everywhere, the occupants inhaled the dust as it filled the room.
Sprawled across the floor of the room was Miranda. The brunette was coughing up a storm, waving the dust away from her face by waving her hand. "Tony, you need to listen to them, we'll make it worth your while."
"Whoa," Vince said, "did you just crawl in here through the ventilation system."
"Please don't tell me you just considered that improbable predicament as you hypothesis as to how she was capable of infiltrating our inner sanctum." James said incredulously.
"Dude, I only understood, like, six words in that sentence," Tony said, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Actually, I just crawled trough the ceiling. Did you know tat there's a huge gap between te ceiling and the floor above it?" Miranda asked
There was a commotion outside in the hall. The high pitched shrieks of the BFF's could be heard. Some scuffling noises and a couple of dull thuds, followed by somebody pounding on the door.
"Let me in, let me in!" said a voice that sounded like an overly irritated Blaineley.
"Do as she says," Vince whispered, "otherwise she'll huff, and she'll puff, and she'll blow the room down. My clothes can't take that kind of damage."
Tony sighed. He creaked the door open slightly, only to have the thirty-something push her way into the room. Her face was covered in a green face mask, her hair in curlers. "Oh no," the horrifying looking woman said to the teenage girl on the floor, "You can't possibly think you're getting him."
With that, she grabbed the girl's ear and pulled her out of the room. She pushed her onto the ground where she landed on top of a moaning Katie and Sadie.
"Move on, he's not going to sleep with you, he's going to sleep with me," as if to accent her statement she slammed the door in their faces.
Blaineley turned to face the three boys that were now her roommates.
"I have a question," James said, "you're hair is always straight, so why do you wear it in rollers?"
"I have one too," Tony said, "you're not really going to sleep with me, are you?"
"I have a third question," Vince added, "do you have anymore of that face mask? My skin gets horribly dry this time of year."
Blaineley rolled her eyes and turned off the lights.
Freezer cam
Blaineley – (She still has her night mask on) To be completely honest, I just wanted to get in that room so I could get some dirt on Tony. I'm still the head reporter on Canada's top gossip rag, so any juicy details I can get from one of the biggest celebs in the world will be a plus. Don't even think I'm staying in there because I'm some psycho fangirl (She folds her arms, causing a 'team Tony' button to fall out of her sleeve)
*static*
Tony – I honestly tried to get an all guys room. I didn't want to have to share a room with a girl, didn't want to risk her getting to handsy. Justin had just set his bed up when Blaineley stormed in and all but literally kicked him out. I always thought there was something up with her after that first interview on Celebrity Manhunt.
*static*
Vince – (He's applying a layer of the green face mask. He's getting out of a tub marked 'Blaineley.' Blaineley opens the door)
Blaineley – There it is! (She launches herself on top of the boy)
Room 5 (Alejandro, Duncan, Mr. Coconut, Trent)
Trent sat on the top bunk of his and Alejandro's bed. The musician sat there pitifully, staring longingly out the door. There, standing in the hallway was Gwen and Duncan. The delinquent had his arms wrapped around the Goth girl's waste, looking lovingly into her eyes.
"Mi amigo," Alejandro, who was laid back on his bed on the bottom, said, "don't let your broken heart bring you down. There are plenty of beautiful women in this competition to stay hung up on just one."
"But Gwen is such an amazing woman. I can't help it that I still have feelings for her." Trent groaned.
"If you still have feelings for her, why are you sharing a room with her new boyfriend? I'm pretty sure I could never share a room with anybody Heather left me for."
"But you're a conniving bastard, I'm a laid back guy who wants to make sure Duncan and Gwen don't get a little handsy."
Alejandro would have retorted, but he realized that what the black headed boy was correct in everything that he said.
Trent stuck his lip out slightly as the punk couple outside the door gave each other a good-bye kiss. Duncan wore a relaxed smile as he closed the door behind him.
"Boys, I don't know about, but there's nothing like dating a hot chick that's willing to make out at any moment you ask," the punk bragged, wriggling his eyebrow.
Trent had to bite his lip to prevent a scathing remark from escaping his lips.
"Dudes, why did you put the stupid coconut on the top bunk?" Duncan asked as he jerked a thumb at Mr. Coconut, who was lying on the pillow.
"I didn't put it there," Alejandro shrugged. Trent just shook his head no, still biting his lip.
"Well there's no way I'm going to give away some prime real-estate for a stupid vegetable." Duncan said as he picked up his fellow contestant and through him down on the bottom bunk.
"Actually, I'm pretty sure he's a fruit," Alejandro said as Duncan plopped on what he claimed to be his bed.
"To be honest, I really don't give a—"
"You're a filthy pig," Trent slipped, the sentence coming out of his mouth without him even meaning for it to. He clapped his hands over his mouth, realizing his mistake.
"Oh no," Duncan snapped, leaping off the bed, "you don't get to judge me, Mr. Monk!"
"Who's judging? I was merely stating a fact." Trent snapped back. Duncan rolled up his sleeve as he stomped over to the musician. Trent firmly stood his ground (figuratively of course, since he was actually sitting.)
"Whoa my friends," Alejandro said, stepping between the two boys before violence could ensue, "How about we all go to bed, get some rest, and talk about it over chips and salsa in the morning."
"Fine," Duncan huffed, "But I'm only doing this because I'm tired. If it were any other day, I'd whoop your musical ass." The delinquent turned to see that Mr. Coconut was resting on the top bunk. "What the…?"
Alejandro saw what his roommate was questioning and was relatively stunned. "Just don't question it and sleep on the bottom," the Latin hunk said.
Freezer Cam
Trent – Maybe sharing a room with Duncan wasn't the best idea. I mean, I still love Gwen, and I want to make sure Duncan doesn't do anything to hurt her, but maybe I could have done that from a distance instead of in his room.
*static*
Duncan – Trent better watch his back. Chris might have made me give up all my knives for the competition, but my cousin Jazmine taught me how to make a shank out of a toothbrush.
*static*
Alejandro – So maybe having two enemies as my roommates was a mistake, consider it an error on my part. No problem though, they'll both be gone soon, and it will be just me and the Coconut. (he thinks about what he said) OK, that sounded weird. Speaking of the fruit, how was it able to switch beds?
*static*
Mr. Coconut - …
Room 6 (Haily, Eva, Yael, Justin)
"For the last time," Eva bellowed, "I am not going to share a bed with you!" Saliva flew out of the fitness buff's mouth, landing on the face of the blonde in front of her.
"But it could be fun," Haily whined as she wiped the saliva off her face. "We could share stories, swap pajamas, maybe even cuddle, it would be fun."
"But I'm not a lesbian!"
"Neither am I." This statement caused Haily to receive an odd look from Justin, who was guiding Yael to her bed. (It should be noted that she would have given Haily an odd look, but she looked the other way by mistake)
"Why am I even rooming with you?" Eva growled as she unloaded her dumbbells. She was piling them in a pyramidal pile at the foot of her bed.
"Because, I managed to kidnap Justin and lock him in here so he wouldn't be able to leave and now I can ogle him to my heart's content. You just wanted a piece of my action." The bubbly blonde giggled.
"Then why don't you go cuddle with him?"
"No way, that would be way too personal. I'm not going to go and invade his personal space."
"Then why is it ok for you to invade my personal space?" The Polish-Canadian snapped, setting down her final dumbbell.
"Because, you're a Woman," Haily said, emphasizing the wo part of woman.
"You know, that sounded vaguely sexist," Yael said, piping up for the first time. The dirty-blonde tripped over one of Eva's dumbbells. Justin managed to gracefully catch her in his arms. "Wow," she wheezed, "I can't see you right now, but you feel supermegafoxyawesomehot, and if my memory serves correctly, you are."
The tan model gave her his trademark, jawdropping smile. To bad it was wasted on the currently blind teen.
Freezer Cam
Justin – Do I feel used because my roommates only like me for my looks? Not really. In fact, it's kind of nice, after Lindsay and Beth got over me and the twins are fawning over that Tony guy, I was seriously thinking my award winning looks had left me.
*static*
Haily – I'm so happy with my roommates. Yael's a sweety, Justin's gorgeous, and Eva…I have a feeling that the two of us are going to become close friends
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Eva – (She's using a hanging piece of meat as a punching bag) There … is … no … way … that … blonde … bimbo … is … getting … anywhere … near … me. (her final punch is so hard, the hook the meat is hanging on falls out of the ceiling to the floor. She turns to face the camera) What can I say? I have personal space issues
*static*
Yael – Chris better get me my glasses tomorrow. I'm not a big fan of being blind, even if it does get me n the arms of muscular men. (she gets up to leave, but slips on the piece of meat on the floor) OW!
Room 7 (DJ, Sierra, Cody, Beth)
Surprisingly, the room is quiet. Beth is sound asleep on her bed. Sierra's cuddling up next to Cody (who has a suspicious red mark on the side of his neck.) Even DJ is curled up in a relaxing ball on the floor, his homemade night light plugged-in above his head.
Freezer Cam
Beth – To be honetht, our room wath thurprithingly calm. Of courthe, that wath after we agreed to let DJ uthe hith nightlight ad Thierra gave Cody that thedative.
*static*
Sierra – Rooming with Cody is going to be a dream come true. Being best friends now, I feel I am entitled to being with him twenty-four seven. We're going to do everything best friends do in the movies. Like gossip into the late night hours, share a bed when we have sleepovers, go shopping, and maybe even rate how cute some guy's butts are. (she giggles her slightly unhinged laugh)
*static*
DJ – I'm scared of the dark. Not that there's anything scary about it, but having that one shining light is like momma right there with me.
*static*
Cody – (his face says it all, he's drugged) Why does the ceiling look like it's made of cheerios?
Room 8 (?)
Jonathon strolled the through the halls, whistling Toccata and Fugue in D minor as he went in search for a room, a quest which took him to the doorway of room 8.
Out of nowhere, the door to room eight busted open and a pair of hands grab his collar and pull him into the room.
The room was pitch black until a blindingly bright bedside lamp flashes on, causing the three bound boys to close their eyes. Geoff's wrists were red from the chaffing of the wool scarf that bound them to the post. Owen's binds were cutting painfully into his skin. Jonathon, newly bound, wasn't experiencing any problems just yet.
Sabrina stepped into the light, a devilish doll smile that would creep Izzy out plastered on her face. "Hello boys, welcome to your new abode."
"Yo, Dudette, why did you tie us up?" Geoff asked.
"Because, I simply couldn't let the opportunity of having three men in my room pass," she said in an overly cheerful voice, "so I tied you up to insure that you wouldn't move into another room. Don't worry, I'll untie you after tonight."
"You know, I can't help but feel that this is going to end up saved to some computer belonging to a Japanese businessman who possesses a dark specific fetish," Jonathon muttered, indicating their predicament.
"Um, not that I don't mind the attention," Owen bumbled, "but why exactly did you get me? I know I'm not exactly the greatest person to look at."
"When you get as desperate as me, you learn that it doesn't matter what they look like, as long as they have a Y-chromosome."
"But what if that Y-chromosome happens to have a girlfriend?" Geoff questioned.
"That's just a minor detail which can be dealt with easily," Sabrina giggled.
"You are a sick and twisted little girl," Jonathon spat, "and, for some reason, I feel a sense of kinship with you."
Freezer Cam
Sabrina – (She's messing with the camera)
*static*
(The camera has somehow made its way to Room 8. The three boys are still bound and in the view of the camera.)
Owen – Sabrina wouldn't let us leave to go make a confession in the freezer because we might run away. Now we have to make confessions about her with her in the room.
Sabrina – (Her voice comes from behind the camera) Who else is supposed to man the camera?
Jonathon – If we have to make a confession in front of you, we might as well have used the camera already in the room.
Sabrina – That would be too much of an inconvenience for the editing people.
Geoff – Dudette, you might as well just go put the camera back, we're not going to confess in front of you. I'll just have to go confess at church. (Jonathon lets out a sound that sounds like a hiss at the mention of the Holy place)
*static*
(The camera has made it back to the freezer)
Chris – That Sabrina chick is crazy! Admittedly, crazy is good, but we already had Sierra and Izzy, and Sabrina takes their crazy up to an eleven!...Now I have to go maim Harold for adding that phrase to my vocabulary.
Room 9 (Lindsay, Tyler, Kayla, Diana)
Diana opened the door to her new room, freshly changed into her turquoise pajama set. She was humming Cee-Lo's *censored* You, a personal favorite of hers.
The potty-mouth moved to settle down for the night. She fluffed her pillows, she unraveled her sheets, she even said a rather vulgar prayer that one is surprised she didn't get smited for. It was when she relaxed herself among the comforters on her bed that the noises of her room became noticeable. They were the sounds of deep sobs and low moans.
She opened her eyes to see that Lindsay and Tyler were on the bed across from her, having quite a heavy make-out session. So far Tyler's shirt was off and his hand was up Lindsay's shirt.
"Oh hell no! There is no *censored* way you are going to *censored* all *censored* night long. I need my *censored* *censored* sleep," the loudmouth girl shouted.
The couple broke apart at their roommate's tirade, as if this was the first time they realized that there were other people in the room besides just them. Lindsay gasped as she pushed Tyler's hand out of her shirt, but stopped him before he put his back on.
"Sorry, Ham," the blonde beauty murmured.
"*censored* I ain't no Ham," Diana snapped. She glared at the two bashful teens. She would have continued to glare had it not been for the sobs coming from the top bunk of her bed. There sat Kayla, who had light wet spots all over her tank-top. Diana put on her best sympathetic face as she climbed up the ladder.
"There there, it's going to be ok," Diana said in a surprisingly calm voice as she pulled the sobbing girl into caring embrace.
"It's just that … they're so happy and … and … in love," Kayla brke down for the umpteenth time, soaking Diana's pajama top.
"Shhh, let it all out, and don't you two *censored* even think about *censored* all night long." Diana shouted the last part, glaring at Tyler and Lindsay.
Freezer Cam
Diana – So I have a soft side, big *censored* deal. I just can't stand to see people crying their *censored* eyes out, it hurts a little on the inside. A lot of *censored* *censored* say that when I'm calming somebody down, I cut back on the swearing. They say I should be like that more often. In return I tell them to *censored* *censored* *censored* *censored* *censored* *censored* *censored* *censored* Teach them to tell me what to do.
*static*
Kayla – (Tears are rolling down her eyes, but the sobbing has abided) I really need to get a grip on all my emotions, otherwise I don't stand a chance in this game. Maybe it's time I just move on.
*static*
Tyler – (He's not alone in the freezer, his girlfriend is right beside him) Me and Lindsay can't make-out in our room like we thought we would be able to.
Lindsay – So now, me and Lyler are just going to make-out in here. (She grabs her boyfriend by the shirt and pulls his lips to her face. In the midst of making out, Tyler corrects her name mistake, but it goes unnoticed by the blonde.)
*static*
(Tyler and Lindsay are still making-out, but their tasseled hair and clothes tell that they've been at it for a while. Bridgette opens the door)
Bridgette – Oh no (She grabs Lindsay's arm and drags her out of the freezer) I am not going to let you make the same mistake that I did.
Room 10 (Izzy, Ezekiel, Fran, Heather)
"Izzy, foor the last time this is my bed," Ezekiel groaned for the sixth time. The red-head continued to slither her way into his bed, wrapping her arms around the prairie boy. He was desperately trying to push her away, a little freaked out with the closeness.
"Aww," Fran cooed from the bed across the room, "just let her have her way, Ezekiel, you two look so cute together."
"Listen to the girl, Ezekiel," Izzy said, snaking her arms around the prairie boys neck.
"Izzy, why are you even all over him?" Heather spat from the top bunk of Fran's bed.
"After I pretended to be his special man-baby, I realized how good of a pillow he was, and whatever Izzy wants Izzy gets," the psycho cackled.
"That's so sweet," Fran sighed, clasping her hands together.
Heather rolled her eyes, emitting a sigh (not a content one like Fran, more of an annoyed one.) "Do you say anything that doesn't have to do with the love lives of people? Because I swear that's all I have ever heard you say."
"The waffles in the night sky are the limousines of the flying spaghetti monster on the dark side of the moon," Fran said, an ounce of acid in her voice.
"What the hell?" Heather said.
"I said something that had nothing to do with love, thus proving you wrong."
Freezer Cam
Fran – Ok, so maybe I have a little obsession with romance. Maybe I get a narrow minded approach to the world whenever anything faintly romantic crops up. That doesn't mean people can shoehorn me into a blatant, hopeless romantic stereotype. It just creases me. I am a person.
*static*
Heather – Just when I think Chris can't find any other messed up person to be on this lame-o show, he goes and finds Fran. I swear, she's bi-polar. At first she talks about love and rainbows then she says something that I would expect Izzy to say with the intensity my brother would use if I touched his toy pitchfork. And it sucks that that's the only room that I could stay in. All the others were either taken, LeShawna kicked me out of, or (she shudders) other complications.
*static*
Ezekiel – (He's peeks out the door. Once he's sure the coast is clear of whatever he is looking for, he sits down) Izzy's a little crazy, eh. I've never been hit on by a girl. Usually, the things I say make girls kick me in the shin and storm off.
*static*
Izzy – I hope Zeke doesn't think I'm hitting on him, I can't help that I'm a loving person. On another note, Fran knows about the flying spaghetti monster on the dark side of the moon! This. Is. Big. I honestly thought I was the only one that knew about him.
Room 11 (LeShawna, Bridgette, Gwen, ?)
Bridgette quietly closed the door as she entered the room. She had just finished explaining to Lindsay how making out twenty-four seven was ill-advised. The blonde of lesser intelligence nodded her head in that bubbly way only Lindsay could, agreeing to only make-out two hours a day. (Tyler was not pleased when he learned this)
"Girl where've you been?" LeShawna asked. The sister was sitting, cross-legged, on her bed with Gwen.
"I went to go use the confessional, but ran into Tyler and Lindsay, I felt kind of obligated to tell them to not make the same mistake Geoff and I did." The surfer said. "What have you guys been up to?"
"Help me," Gwen griped, "she won't stop talking about Harold. If you are as nice as this shows says you are, you will pu me out of my misery."
"Watch it White Girl, I didn't complain about you bragging about Duncan."
"Yes you did. I strongly recall you pretending to throw up every time I mentioned his piercing."
"Only when you talked about the one that's on his tongue!"
Bridgette looked slightly appalled at that. "You know Gwen, that's really gross."
The Goth shrugged. "As opposed to you and Geoff? I've never seen so much tonsil hockey." She thinks about the odd phrase she used. "Wow, I really have been spending a lot of time with Duncan."
"You think?" LeShawna remarked. There was a light knock at the door. Bridgette looked at the door quizzically. LeShawna stared hard at Gwen, "If that's your boyfriend."
"Since when does Duncan knock politely?" Gwen muttered standing up to get the door. "What do you want?" She spat to whoever was on the other side of the door.
"I-I was wond-dering if I c-could sleep in th-this room," a voice that the girls recognized as Harvard's said.
"No way," LeShawna bellowed, "this is an all girl room, so you and your dirty mind can find someplace else to sleep." LeShawna had thrown open the door to finish lashing out at the teen. He was backed up to the opposite wall once she was done screaming, his eyes wide with fear.
"O-okay, wh-whatever you say," Harvard whimpered. He picked up his one bag and saxophone case. He was several steps down the hall when a hand wrapped around his wrist. He turned to see that the hand belonged to Bridgette.
"Why don't you come room with us?" she suggested, "I'll convince them that you're okay." Harvard gave a gracious smile and followed the surfer to the room.
LeShawna and Gwen are both glaring at Bridgette as she helps Harvard put away his (few) things, the surfer avoiding their eyes. She finally looked them in the eye once Harvard had left to use the confessional.
"Look guys, I know we wanted an all girl room, but Harvard seems like a nice guy," Bridgette pleaded.
"Guy being the operative word," Gwen mumbled.
"White girl's right, he might be sweet, but he's still a guy, and guys only have one thing on their minds." LeShawna held up her index finger, as if to make sure her friend knew how many one was.
"Look, we need a fourth roommate, so it's either him, or I go talk to Courtney," Bridgette wagered, knowing her roommates reaction. Gwen went slightly paler. LeShawna let out a conceding huff.
"Fine," the sister sighed, sitting back down on a bed.
Freezer Cam
Harvard – I spent a g-good thirty minutes walking up and d-down the halls, asking people if I c-could stay in their room, but all that happened was I got cursed out by D-diana, walked on a shirtless G-grace, and Phillip screamed about read the n-note an don't use the ch-chloroform. I'm just lucky that somebody like Bridgette would be okay with sharing a room with me. It's the first time anyone has actually wanted me for anything.*
*static*
LeShawna – I think this whole 'shy, nice guy' thing is just an act. No boy asks to be able to stay in a room with three foxy mamas like me and my girls and not have ulterior motives.
*static*
Gwen – To be honest, I really don't care that Harvard is sharing a room with us, there could be worse. I walked by that room eight and heard some really awkward moans. Either Geoff, Owen, and Jonathon are bound and gagged at the mercy of a psycho or somebody's hormones got the best of them. My guess is on the latter.
*static*
Bridgette – Actually, I wasn't really comfortable with Harvard sharing a room with us, but I figured he was better than Duncan. I was seriously thinking Gwen was going to make us let him room with us, I couldn't live with that. Now I just have to change in the bathroom, can't let Harvard see me in a compromising position.
Kitchen
Noah's sitting on the stove, his book open to the final pages, each one passing by as he turns the page. He eventually closes the book and tosses it in the garbage. "Goodbye, War and Peace, I will never see you again."
"Noah," Chris barked as he entered the room, "would you hurry up and go to bed, I' legally required to stay up until you fall asleep. So go to bed." Noah, the whole time he was being berated, held in a laugh. The host had lost all chances of being menacing because his hair was in rollers. (Not even manly ones, more like the ones your grandmother wears.) After a moment, he couldn't take it any longer and burst out laughing.
"What?" Chris asked. Noah pointed at his hair. Chris gasped. His eyes became aflame (or looked like it), giving him the fearfulness he was looking for earlier. "Nobody disses my do'" He quipped, picking up the book worm by the scruff of his shirt.
Chris dragged the teen down the hall. He came to the door labeled number twelve. Chris kicked the door open, tossed the nerd into the dark abyss, and closed it before his horrified scream was emitted. Chris chuckled to himself as he stalked to his room.
Freezer Cam
Katie & Sadie –Oh my Gosh!
Katie – This is so awesome!
Sadie – I know why your so excited. It's cuz you have a little crush on him.
Katie – So true, just don't go around telling people, ok?
Sadie – I would never do that
*static*
Sadie – (she's alone) I so totally would.
*static*
Noah – (His eyes are blood shot, his clothes terribly disheveled) I've never been so appalled. So many posters, so much obsession, and I thought Tony DeLaLuna's acting was the most terrifying thing on the planet.
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For the record, room twelve is Katie, Sadie, Miranda, and Noah.
There you have it. I'm so sorry it took so long. I just got a little side-tracked. (By side-tracked, I mean obsessing over Glee and A Very Potter Musical, both very epic) The next chapter will hopefully be out quicker than this one was.
Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I wanted to get this out before Christmas, as I will be very distracted (I have it on good authority that I got Glee: season 1 XD)
Reviews would be nice. In fact, for every person that reads but does not review, Stephenie Meyer will write a new book. Do the literary world a favor, please review.
Cookies of epicness go to the people that spot the AVPM references in this chapter. Hint, there are three.
*Some of you may be wondering why there was no stutter in Harvard's confessional. This is because his stutter is more of a nervous stutter than a speech impediment. That time in the confessional was his first showing of some confidence.
The next episode: The contestants go on a race similar to the second challenge of another fanfic. Plagiarism? What plagiarism?