I need to skip Playa de Losers, for now. I'm sorry, but there are only three new losers, so there's not much to write about :C

But I CAN give you some more mama drama from Marilee… This one's short… The next one will be, too. I'm going to make the little weekend ones shorter cuz I sorta have to :P

But please enjoy this one! I hope it's funneh :3

Marilee sat in the mess hall, gripping her head and holding Geoff's cell phone up to her ear. She had talked to her mother for a while last night, but she had begged her daughter to call her later so she could get some sleep. She had called around midnight, after all. But that didn't stop Marilee from calling as early as possible without getting yelled at.

"Sweetheart, please calm down," she groggily begged through the phone. "It's not that big of a deal."

"It is, too!" Marilee laid her cheek on the table in front of her so she could rest her head but still talk to her mom. "It's bad enough you told Geoff and me you've started dating again by a letter, but you failed to mention that he's Trent and Grace's dad."

"Mari, even I didn't know. Vince and I haven't been dating that long and I knew he had two kids, but-"

"Wait, his name's Vince?"

"… Yes, didn't I say that in the letter?"

"No."

"Oh… Well, his name is Vince."

Why does my mom have to be such a flake? Marilee whined in her mind. Out loud, however, she just said, "I'm sorry, Mom. Yesterday wasn't that great of a day and… All this information at once seriously didn't help."

Her mother sighed sympathetically and said, "I understand, sweetie. I know that me dating again must be a big change for you, and Geoff, too. I called Duke at that Playa de Losers place and told him about it, and all he did was say, 'Cool, whatever,' and hung up on me."

Marilee rolled her eyes. "At least somebody's taking it well… But I guess I feel better about it now."

"You have no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that. I have to go now. I love you, Marilee. Have fun!"

"Love you, too," she muttered, lifting her head back up.

"And good luck with your new little boyfriend!"

"Mooooooom!" she whined, embarrassed. But she had hung up before she could hear her daughter's whining. Marilee sighed, shutting the phone and tucking it in her pocket.

Just then, Jovie, Selena and Candace walked in and got their food. They were laughing from some conversation Marilee wished she could have been a part of instead of the one she had just had.

Selena sat to her right and Jovie and Candace sat across from them. Jovie, being the considerate person she was, noticed Marilee's glum expression immediately. "Marilee, you doing okay? You look like somebody ran over your puppy with a monster truck."

Candace perked up at hearing about the puppy. "Ooooh, you have a puppy? Can I pet it?"

Selena supportively patted Marilee's hand and said, "Not anymore, Candace. Jovie just said a monster truck ran over it, remember?"

Candace frowned and tears brimmed in her eyes. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie. That was insensitive for me. So when's the funeral?"

"I don't have a puppy!" Marilee snapped, crossing her arms. "Jovie was just being figurative or whatever."

"Oh…" Candace smiled again and shrugged. "That's good to hear." Grace, who had their wolf pup Fluffernutter hidden under her shirt, and Zoey, who was supporting her friend's newly gained gut, walked in, right as Candace said, "Chris would probably get mad if he saw a dog around the campgrounds. He might even kick the dog's owner off the island."

The little girls froze upon hearing this and Fluffernutter stuck her head out from under Grace's shirt, but Zoey stuck it back in and the two ran out, but not before the older girls saw them.

"Hmm," Selena mumbled. "Grace has really been packing on the pounds… But what's wrong, Marilee?"

She shook her head and sighed for what felt like her millionth sigh that day. "Well, you guys know my mom is divorced, right? Well, she's started dating again."

"That's not that bad," Jovie said.

"Yeah, but you'll never guess who this guy is!"

"Trent's dad?" Candace guessed.

Marilee stared at her, perplexed. "Well… Maybe you can guess."

Jovie rolled her eyes and said, "She didn't guess, girl. You woke everybody up last night, screaming about it to your mom."

"Oh…" She blushed a little and said, "Well, it's just weird, having to compete with two people who could possibly be your new stepsiblings!"

"They've been dating for how long, a week?" Jovie reached over to pat her friend on the shoulder and smiled. "Don't get ahead of yourself, baby girl."

Marilee nodded and started slowly eating the breakfast she hadn't even bothered to touch.

*T*S*R*

Once the girls had finished what Chef called breakfast, Candace had gone off to find a cute, fluffy animal to cuddle for a while, since talking about puppies really made her want to. Jovie had volunteered to go along with her, being an expert on animals, to make sure none of the cute, fluffy creatures attacked the cheerleader from her abrasive snuggling. Selena, as Marilee's best friend on the island, made it her duty to let her vent all her frustrations and worries on her.

Selena lead her out of the mess hall and sat her down on the steps of the Killer Bears cabin. She took a seat next to her and stroked her chin, trying her best to look intelligent. "Tell Doctor Selena why this bothers you so much."

Marilee rolled her eyes and mumbled, "It's just weird. I never liked my dad, so what's going to make me think this new guy would be anything better?"

"He's Trent's dad," Selena pointed out. "He turned out to be a pretty cool guy, so his dad must be a good guy."

"He's also Grace's dad."

Selena paused, momentarily unsure of how to respond to this. "… I think that was caused by television… Just like most problems with kids nowadays."

"Selena, I know next to nothing about this guy," Marilee groaned, resting her head in her hands. "I only know that he's an accountant and his name is Vince."

"Mar, this is your mom's first boyfriend since the divorce, right?" When Marilee nodded, she added, "There's a one in a million chance that anything serious will happen between them. Even if it did, what's the worse that could happen?"

Marilee looked up and the sky and stroked her chin, thinking of a possible scenario…

Life with Vince, written, directed and produced by Marilee Fiona Guadalupe Anderson

"HA HA HA!" the evil stepfather, decked out in a dictator's uniform and sitting on a throne on a high platform, laughed as he cracked his ten foot long whip at the ground threateningly. "Work, my minions, work!"

Geoff, Duke and Marilee, dressed in rags, were sitting at three different desks, piles of papers surrounding them.

Duke poked at the buttons on his calculator, very confused as to how it worked. "Yo, step-padre, why do we have to do your accounting crap for you?"

"SILENCE, FOOL!" Vince cracked his whip at Duke, making him disintegrate instantly.

"Man, Mom's going to freak!" Geoff cried, looking at the remains of his brother from his desk.

Marilee rolled her eyes and grumbled, "Please, even Mom doesn't like Duke…"

"Did I say you could speak?!" Vince barked, jumping off his podium and walked over to her desk. He snatched the papers from her hands and looked them over. "You forgot to carry the five!!" he screamed, throwing them back at her.

One piece in particular flew by her arm and gave her a two foot long paper cut, making her arm spew blood like a hose.

"AY!" she yelped, trying to soak up all the blood she could with her rag shirt. "What did you do that for?!"

"I can do whatever I want to you…" Vince grabbed her by the chin so she would look directly in her eyes. "Luke, I am your father…"

The screen changes to a shot of the earth, and after a second, it explodes in an atomic bomb fashion.

After Marilee finished her little fantasy, Selena, looking very unimpressed, said, "Marilee, I'm probably one of the dumbest people on this island, and even I think that sounds stupid."

Marilee pouted and crossed her arms. "I thought it was a good story. I liked the part where Duke explodes…"

Selena sighed and said, "Look, I'm not the brightest girl around, but even I know that you should give people a chance before you decide not to like them."

Marilee raised an eyebrow at this statement. "What about Courtney?"

Her eyes widened and she snapped, "That's totally different! Courtney's awful and shouldn't be given a chance for anything!"

Marilee raised her eyebrow again, not looking impressed. "Look at the pot calling the kettle black."

"But you haven't even met this guy! Can't you just wait until he makes Duke combust before you label him as a bad guy?"

After a second, Marilee sighed and nodded. "Okay…"

Selena smiled and gave her a small hug. "Good. Now I'm going to go talk to Trent for a while." She went into her cabin, got her guitar and told Marilee, "Maybe you should talk to him later. He usually hangs out by the mess hall on the picnic table if you need to chat with him." She walked off, leaving Marilee with that and a small wave.

Marilee sat and pondered this for a moment, when something came to her. She smirked a devilish smirk and muttered, "Maybe I will have a little chat with Trent…"

*T*S*R*

"Wow, so that lady that you said your dad started dating is Geoff's mother?"

Trent nodded and shrugged. "What are the odds, right? I mean, I he told me he was dating some woman he met at work. When I called him this morning and asked him about it, he said that when she mentioned she had a son named Geoff, he thought it was a coincidence."

DJ sat down at the picnic table next to Trent, still baffled. "Man, that's insane. I don't even know how I'd feel if my momma started dating the dad from someone on the show… But if they got married, at least Geoff is cool."

Trent cringed at the thought of his dad getting remarried. "I seriously doubt anything will get that serious between them, Deej. But if they actually did get married, I guess having Geoff as a stepbrother would be cool… Marilee… Not so much."

DJ nodded sympathetically. "I know what you mean. Girl's scary."

"Though, I've never really talked to her much," Trent remembered, thinking it over. "Her scream fest last night was the longest conversation I've ever had with her. It might have just been a bad first impression. I guess we'll have to talk to each other again eventually…"

"Yeah…" DJ looked around the area outside the mess hall and then back at Trent. "So I'm going to be invited to the wedding, right?"

"Leave," Trent firmly said, clearly annoyed.

"I see," DJ sighed. "Too soon to ask…" He got up and waved as he walked back to the cabins.

The musician shook his head and sat on top of the table, picking up his guitar and strumming a few notes. It was a few seconds later when he heard the most awful noise he had ever heard in his entire life.

"SHE'S GOT HER HEAD UP IN THE CLOOOOOOUDS, SHARADA, SHARADAAAAAA!"

Trent slapped his hands over his ears, cringing in pain from the horrible, off-key singing.

"DON'T KNOW WHEN SHE'LL COME DOOOOWN, SHARADA, SHARADAAAAAAAAAA!"

"Ah! Make it stoooop!" he whined, looking around for the source of the singing.

"SHE CAN'T GET TO BEEEEEED, SHARADA, SHARADAAAAAAA! SHE'S GOT THE... song stuck in… her…"

The singing suddenly stopped and Trent finally opened his eyes. He saw Selena approach with her guitar, tucking what appeared to be an MP3 player in her skirt pocket. Once she was within several feet, he uncovered his ears and asked, "Hey, did you hear that awful noise?"

Selena suddenly looked crestfallen, glancing down at her feet. She felt the bump in her pocket and sadly muttered, "I was singing…"

"… Not that noise." Trying his best to come up with something to save his butt, he blurted out, "I meant that really terrible noise that was drowning out your… really great singing!"

Selena perked up again and giggled a little. "Aww, thanks!" She hopped up on the picnic table next to him and placed her guitar on her lap. "I've been working on those chords you taught me."

"That's good…" Trent looked around for a second, then back at the thirteen year old girl. "Hey, we haven't really talked since the whole Zack thing. You're doing okay, right?"

Selena shrugged and said, "Yeah, I'm getting through it."

"That's good to hear," Trent said with a smile. "I know bad I felt when I got voted off because LeShawna told everybody to do it for Gwen. I mean, we had just started going out and BAM! We weren't together again for weeks…"

Her smile faltered slightly. "Oh… I hadn't thought of that."

"And, you know, we missed each other. Like, a lot. I was barely able to make it through those first few weeks without her." He nodded and sighed. "Also, he's your first boyfriend and you're probably his first girlfriend, right? Man, that must make poor Zack feel even worse! Not to mention it cuts Zack and Gwen's chances of winning in half and-"

He was promptly interrupted by Selena as she choked out loud sobs and hugged her guitar tight to her chest, like it was Zack. As small tears trickled down her cheeks, she sadly cried out, "ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" and shakily got up, racing away.

"Wait! Selena!" Trent called out, setting his guitar down and looking at her guiltily as she ran off. When she didn't respond and her wails faded, he sighed and slapped himself on the forehead.

"Nice one, Elvis."

He stood up and turned around to find Marilee sitting down on the opposite side of the table, arms crossed casually.

"Oh… Hey, Marilee…" He nervously sat down, as well. "Do you want something?"

"I was just thinking… We don't talk enough, Trent."

"We just talked last night." He rubbed the back of his head and added, "Well, we talked for a while, but then you started yelling at your mom on Geoff's phone and ran off."

"Yeah…" Marilee sighed and gave him a sweet smile. "I really want to apologize to you for that. I let my emotions get the better of me, but I've calmed down and I'm ready to talk to you rationally."

"Okay," Trent said with a shrug. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Well, our parents are dating, right?" She twirled a strand of blonde hair and said, "It might not become something, like, serious, but it wouldn't hurt to get to know them better. And since we can't leave the island and meet them in person, it might be good enough if we just learned more about them from each other."

Trent thought it over for a moment. "That's actually not a bad idea. My dad told me a little bit, but finding out a little more wouldn't hurt."

"And this time, I will not yell. Once again, I'm sorry about that."

"It's fine. I guess it was sort of a shock," he said, trying to be understanding, even though he did think she overreacted.

"I'll start…" Marilee stood up and placed an arm on the table to keep herself balanced. "First of all…" She suddenly whipped out a flashlight, turned it on and shined it in Trent's face. "Where was your dad on the day of today?!"

The musician shielded his eyes from the bright light and asked, "What's with the flashlight? We're out in broad daylight!"

This only made her lean closer. "Answer the question, punk!"

"I don't know, probably at work or something! I told you last night that he was a workaholic!"

"Ah… So he has addictions, huh? What's he on, then? Pot? Meth? Ecstasy?"

Trent shoved the flashlight away, but she brought it back instantly. "He's not on any drugs!"

"Ah, so he's just a boozer, then!"

"He barely drinks at all," he told her, shoving the flashlight away once more, and this time, she tossed it aside.

"Okay, Trenton… I can see the flashlight isn't working…" Slamming both hands down on the table, she crawled on it so she could get in his face more. "How many wives has he had?!"

"One," he replied, inching away from her slightly. "My mom."

"How many times has he been arrested?" She crawled closer.

"None." He scooted farther.

"How many women has he been with after your mother and before mine?" Closer.

"None." Farther.

"Is he a child molester?!" She was so close now, their noses were practically touching.

This time, he didn't back away. He got closer, absolutely baffled as to why she would ask that. "He has two kids, for nine's sake!"

"You didn't deny it!" She inched even closer and Trent scooted farther away, until he finally fell on the ground. Marilee peered over the edge at him, then asked, "So… Is he?"

Trent glared at her as he got back up. "What's your problem? Why are you making such a big deal about this? What, do you think my dad isn't good enough for your mom or something?"

"No, I don't think that!" Marilee snapped, sliding onto the bench where Trent had been sitting before. In a softer tone, she added, "I just want to know if he's going to hurt her or not.

Trent cocked an eyebrow at that statement. "Why would you think he'd hurt her?"

She didn't answer him for a second, but instead looked to the side. "Because… My dad did."

He seemed shocked by that, but sat down next to her. "What happened?"

Marilee shook her head, still not looking at him. "I really don't want to go into detail about it. Point is, my brothers and I haven't seen him since the divorce and I don't think he's really planning on a visit anytime soon."

"Oh… I'm sorry. That must be harsh."

She sighed, looking down at her lap. "Nah… This might sound mean, but I'm glad. He wasn't the best father in the world…" Trent nodded, not sure what to say to that. Luckily, she said something before he could. "I'm sorry, okay? I want my mom to be happy… But…"

"I get it, it's weird," Trent told her, nodding understandingly.

"Yeah…" Marilee looked around once more, trying to think of something to say. "I… I'm sorry. I guess it wasn't right to assume your dad was a dirty rotten scoundrel without even meeting him."

Before Trent could respond, Geoff walked up, taking a seat on the other side of the table. "Hey, guys."

"Hi, Geoff," Marilee greeted back, both she and Trent twisting around so they could see him. "What's up?"

"Well… I went to hang out with Candace, but she was trying to catch raccoons and Jovie was chasing her, so…" He shrugged. "She looked too busy to hang out. So, what's going on with you guys?"

"We're just talking… about the thing," Marilee said awkwardly.

Geoff's eyes widened and he turned back to Trent. "Dude, if she threatened you or anything, I'm really sorry and-"

"Oh, shut up!" Marilee whined, crossing her arms. "I have a little more class than that!"

"Dude, we're cool now," Trent told him. "I think I'll like Bonnie and I'm pretty sure you guys wi-"

"Wait, who's Bonnie?" Geoff asked, scratching his head in confusion.

Marilee stared at her brother, not quite sure if he was kidding or not. "Geoff… Bonnie is Mom's first name." She laughed a little and asked, "Did you think her name was Mom or something?"

While Trent and Marilee laughed at the thought, Geoff silently shrunk in his seat. "Yeah…"

The two looked at the party boy for a second, then burst out laughing even harder than before.

Geoff crossed his arms and pouted. "I liked it better when she was yelling at you…"

Short, short , short, I know. I just wanted to address that whole situation a little bit… But it's FAR from over ;)

Next one will be a fluffy lil piece of fluff between the Zoey and Xavier in honor of Valentine's Day… Even lil kids can find love! ^_^

Should be up by V-Day, so watch out for it!