"Y'know, it's bad enough being on the same team as Heather," LeShawna began, not looking the least bit happy. "But being on a team where I'm reminded of my skank of a sister every time Chris announces the team name is goin' way too far!" She thought over what she had said for a moment, then sheepishly grinned. "Hehe… No offense or anything, sis…"
Heather sighed, placing some of her maroon t-shirts into her suitcase. Any second, LeShawna would be coming to move into the girls' side of the new Raving Ravens cabin with Jovie. And the housewarming would most likely involve Heather's head being shaved in her sleep.
Jovie didn't seem to hold any grudge against her, due to her peaceful nature and lack of interaction with the new Heather, but she wasn't worried much about the younger Jones girl. It was LeShawna that really had her sweating bullets.
"Living with Gwen was torturous enough," Heather admitted, "but mix her, me and LeShawna?" She covered her face with her hands. "Let us simmer for about five minutes and you get a piping hot cup of Heather Stew…"
LeShawna and Jovie finally arrived, Heather quickly slamming her suitcase shut as the door flung open.
"Hi, LeShawna, Jovie!" Candace perkily greeted, running up to the two. "So which bunks do you guys want? The bunk under Gwen is free now and so is the one under Courtney."
"I'll be fine with either as long as I'm as far away from Heather as possible," LeShawna grumpily told her, throwing her suitcase on the bunk bed under Gwen's.
Candace's joy faded slightly and she told her, "Actually, she's my bunk buddy!"
"Candace, you may be smarter than most people assume," Gwen started, walking over to the two, "but if you're actually believing the crap Heather's trying to sell, then you're stupider than you think."
Heather, suddenly angered by that jab toward Candace, spun around and glared at Gwen. "If you're so freaking superior to her, then why'd she beat you for team captain?"
"Because the local putt-putt isn't exactly the hit Goth hangout back home," Gwen shot back. "And nobody was talking to you!"
"Well, I'm not going to just stand by and let you insult my friend," Heather said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Both Gwen and LeShawna snorted at this and LeShawna said, "Please, you insulted your so-called friends every chance you could get last year! We all know you ain't changed!"
"No, everybody knows but you two!" Candace yelled out, speaking up again. "You guys don't have to be so mean to poor Heather!"
Gwen jabbed a finger in Heather's direction and asked, "Do you even see who you're talking about?"
"Yes, I do!" Candace stood by Heather, giving her a big hug. "I see a girl who is asking for a second chance. A girl who deserves a second chance. And you guys are being such… such… Season One Heathers!" She looked back at Heather and sheepishly grinned. "No offense."
"Oh, no you didn't!" LeShawna yelled, pushing up her sleeve. "Girl, you're messin' with the wrong sista!"
"No, I'm not!" Candace whined, not understanding her ghetto talk. "Jovie didn't do anything bad to Heather!"
"That's not what I mea-"
"What do you mean Season One Heathers?" Gwen interrupted, looking both confused and angry.
"I mean, you guys are bullying Heather even though she's done nothing wrong this year, just like she did to you guys last year." Candace crossed her arms, her rare frown getting even deeper. "Two wrongs don't make a right, you know!" She gave the two a glare, and from her, it truly made them shiver. "C'mon, Heather," the cheerleader said, resting her hands on her friend's shoulders. "We still need to vote…" She nudged her out the door, loudly slamming it behind her.
Gwen and LeShawna stared at the door even though Candace was no longer by it. They were no longer mad… They were just deep in thought over the profound words she had said.
"She's right, you know."
The two turned around to see Courtney had finally hopped off her bunk, looking at the two skeptically. "It's not like I'm that fond of the girl either, but even I haven't said or done anything as harsh as you guys have."
LeShawna slapped her forehead. "Have y'all forgotten what she did to us last year?"
"Exactly. Last year." Courtney rolled her eyes. "Seriously, think about it. Would the old Heather have been this nice for this long, even if she was just trying to trick you two?" She shook her head and walked out, quietly shutting the door behind her.
Jovie, who had been standing on the sidelines, unsure of how to approach the situation, looked over at her sister and the Goth. Gwen was looking over at LeShawna, an unsure look on her face. LeShawna's expression didn't show any specific emotion, but she was definitely thinking about something. "Shawnie?" Jovie approached her sister, worry evident on her face. She gently touched her arm. "A-Are you o-"
"I need to go vote," LeShawna shakily interrupted, walking out the door. Jovie looked as she did, even more worried. LeShawna seemed so distant. It was hard to tell what she was feeling…
Jovie looked back over at Gwen, just as worried. "Gwen? Girl? Are you okay?"
Gwen, still looking worried, nodded. "Yeah… Yeah… I just… I need to go vote, too… Let's go." As she wandered out the door, Jovie let out a small sigh and followed her.
"Maybe…" Gwen sighed and placed a hand on her head, which was throbbing from how hard she had been thinking. "Maybe Courtney and Candace are right, as much as I hate to admit it…" She frowned and shook her head. "No, no! Heather's a horrible little monster and she needs to be voted off, so that's exactly who I voted for! And since there's not really anybody else I want to see leave, I just picked one of the twins' names." She shrugged. "I figure I won't miss one anymore than the other…"
"I can't believe how mean I was to LeShawna and Gwen," Candace admitted, looking like she was on the verge of tears. "B-But they sorta deserved to hear it, right?" She slapped herself on the forehead and cried, "Look at me! I wasn't this mean before coming to the island! I've become an animal!"
"Candace is being too hard on herself," Courtney stated, arms crossed over her chest. "LeShawna and Gwen really did need to hear what she had to say." She faintly smiled. "I think the girl's starting to warm up to me. Maybe having her as a co-captain won't be so bad… But I voted for the twins. I don't have anything against them, but they are the weakest members of this team. Survival of the fittest!"
"Campers," Chris began, holding the platter of marshmallows, "I must say, even though you lost, you team had some of the best golfers… Except for Cody, but one of you had to suck, right?"
"Hey!" Cody whined, but Chris didn't really acknowledge it.
"Anyway, there are nine of you, but only seven marshmallows on this plate." He held the plate out toward them to prove it. "Two of you are finished here, never to return."
"Pssh, yeah right," Gwen scoffed. "We know you're going to bring somebody back eventually."
"Am not!" Chris childishly told her, stomping his foot. "That would be too predictable! And you all know how I hate to be predictable!" After calming himself down, he continued, "Anyway, let's get the drama started… Since it would be pointless to wait for you two to get your marshmallows, Courtney and Candace are the first to receive them."
Once he tossed them both one, he turned to Herbie. "Surprisingly, you get one, too."
He tossed two more to LeShawna and Jovie and stated, "You two are also safe for tonight. And Cody, my man, you're safe, too!" He tossed him a marshmallow and turned to the three remaining campers.
"Gwen, Heather, and Xavier. There are two of you, but only one marshmallow left." The three exchanged glances, Gwen's turning into a glare when her eyes hit Heather.
Xavier looked nervously back at Herbie, who looked just as nervous. They had never been separated from each other… ever! What the heck would they do without each other if he got booted off?
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With a smirk, Gwen caught her marshmallow, shooting Heather a superior look.
Candace gasped, heartbroken from her friend's elimination. Heather, however, didn't look so surprised.
"Yeah, that's right!" LeShawna yelled, jumping up from her seat with joy. "Take your scrawny behind outta here before I throw it out!"
Heather sighed, standing up. "Okay." She started walking toward a bush by the tiki lights.
"Girl, don't make me- Wait, what?" LeShawna stared at her as she pulled her luggage out of the bush she approached. "You ain't mad?"
"And you… already packed?" Gwen questioned. "Okay, what is up with you?"
"Did you expect me to put up a fight like I would have last year?" Heather asked, a slight twinge of sadness in her voice. "That would be a little dumb, since I voted for myself."
Every contestant stared at her, completely shocked by this. Chris didn't look shocked, more like she had answered a question for him. "Oh, were you the one who voted for yourself twice?" He shrugged. "I figured it was Gwen."
"Okay, okay, hold up!" LeShawna yelled, throwing her hands in the air and walking toward Gwen and Heather. "Will you explain what's goin' on here before I blow a gasket?"
"Like it would take that much to do so," Courtney grumbled under her breath, earning a glare from LeShawna.
Heather took a breath and admitted, "Well, you and Gwen refuse to believe I've changed, not that I can blame you…" She looked down at her feet and sat her luggage down. "I guess you guys aren't ready to forgive me, and me being here isn't helping much. You two don't believe my verbal apologies, so I figured I should show you how sorry I am instead of just saying it. What better way than getting myself voted off, right?"
Candace gasped, ran up to her and said, "When I told you to do more than apologize, that's not what I meant!" She gave her a big hug and started to cry. "I'm so sorry! W-We were just getting to be good friends and-"
"Wow," Gwen mumbled, interrupting Candace's cries. "That's just… I… I can't believe you did that."
"Me neither," LeShawna added, looking just as shell-shocked.
"Is that all you have to say?" Candace yelled, causing everybody to jump. "Heather just made a huge sacrifice to get your stubborn butts to forgive her and that's all you two can say?"
"Whoa, Candace, calm down!" Heather said, looking concerned. "This isn't like you!"
"Well, I'm sick of being nice all the time!" Candace crossed her arms and glared at the two. "People like you expect me to be this perfect little princess who doesn't have a mean bone in her body and they think they can say whatever they want to me and my friends!"
"What did we ever do to you?" Gwen asked.
"You called me stupid for no reason!" Candace pointed out. "And you've been so mean to Heather this year even though she hasn't even done anything bad and-"
"Will you please hush for a second?" Gwen interrupted, turning to Heather. She smiled and added, "…So I can tell Heather I forgive her."
LeShawna patted Heather on the back and grinned just as widely as Gwen did. "So do I."
Candace's scowl instantly flipped into a huge smile and she squealed with delight. "Really? Yay!"
"You do?" Heather asked, completely shocked. "I-I mean, I'm really happy if you guys do, but I wasn't expecting you to do it this soon!"
"Girl, you missed out on the chance for a half a million dollars just to get us to forgive you," LeShawna pointed out. "Please, it's the least we can do!"
"Yeah, this definitely proves that you're for real with this 'new girl' thing," Gwen said. "I'm just sorry you had to get booted off for this to happen…"
Heather waved it off like it was nothing. "Meh, it's fine. You guys deserve it more than I do. And even if I had won, I would have had to split it with my brother and he would have used his half to buy some fancy stink bomb to hide in my sock drawer…"
Gwen sighed. "I still feel bad for voting for you, though…"
"Same here," LeShawna told her.
"Me too," Candace piped up.
"What?" LeShawna asked. "You voted for her? I thought she was one of your girls."
"Oh, of course not," Candace said, clutching her hands nervously. "I just feel bad. Y'know, for being mean to you guys."
Gwen scoffed and said, "We sort of needed it. No hard feelings."
Candace giggled in happiness and called out, "Aww, group hug!" The four girls gathered each other up in a big hug, and the cheerleader looked over her shoulder. "C'mon guys, join in!"
Herbie and Xavier clung to Heather and Candace's legs, while Jovie squeezed between Gwen and LeShawna. Cody was more than happy to get between all those lovely ladies as well. Candace looked to see Courtney was still sitting by the bonfire, looking uncomfortable at the thought of being hugged by all those people. "Don't be shy, Courtney! Join in!"
Courtney looked hesitant at first, but sighed and shrugged. "Eh, why not?" She walked over to the group and squeezed herself between Gwen and Candace.
"Ugh, baaaaarf," Chris moaned, looking disgusted by all the compassion and feelings they were expressing for one another. "Look, the boat's all revved up. If Heather and Xavier don't get on it soon, Chef's gonna get steamed. Cut all the touchy feely hoo-ha and move it!"
The group separated and, looking kind of glum, headed toward the Dock of Shame.
*T*S*R*
Everybody was gathered on the dock, even the members of the other team. DJ awkwardly walked over to Heather, who looked happy to see him.
"I'm really going to miss you, Deej," Heather told him, giving him a big hug. "You were my friend before anybody else would be, even Candace."
"N-No problem," he said, patting her lightly on the back. "I'm just sorry you have to leave."
She stepped away and smiled up at him. "It's okay. Gwen and LeShawna forgave me so, no matter how cheesy it sounds, I'm still a winner…"
"Right, that's great," DJ said, sheepishly looking at his feet. Should he follow Candace's advice and go for it? But what if her hunch about Heather's mutual feelings was wrong? Candace has been wrong about things before, but being wrong about something like this would be terrible! Still, he made his choice, hoping it would be the best one...
Heather frowned. "Are you okay?"
"Heather… I… You… Can I…" Giving up on all the words he couldn't manage to fit into proper sentences, he leaned down and kissed her chastely on the cheek. Surprised by the sudden peck, her hand flew up to touch the spot where his lips had been. She looked back at him, almost uncertain of what to say.
"I-I'm sorry!" DJ squeaked. "I shouldn't have done that it was too pushy that was rude I shouldn't-"
Heather rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, making his cease his ramblings. Slowly drawing him closer to her, she gave him a deep kiss, right on the lips. After a couple of seconds of the affectionate moment, Heather released him, raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Are you sorry now?"
DJ grinned the widest grin he had grinned in a while. "Not at all." Blowing him a kiss, she walked toward the end of the dock, looking over her shoulder and waving at him as she did. Gwen and LeShawna gave Heather one last hug before she stepped onto the boat.
"You're okay, Heather," Gwen admitted, smiling. "Maybe after the show, we could actually be… friends."
Heather smiled at the two as well. "I'd like that."
Zoey and Xavier, who was still on the dock, were saying one last goodbye to each other. "Aww, I'm gonna miss you, Xavie!"
"Me too," Xavier said, looking saddened. "Guess we'll just have to make mud pies when the show's over…"
"Oh, I made you this after dinner!" Zoey suddenly chirped, pulling a piece of paper out from behind her back and handed it to him. It displayed several colorful, but crudely drawn scribbles. "It's you and me, see? I'm the purple one and you're the green one! But it got sort of boring, so I added a flamingo, too… It's the pink one!"
"Ooooh, cool! Thanks!" Xavier folded it up and tucked the drawing into his pocket, then gave her a small peck on the cheek.
While the older girls cooed at the utter cuteness, Duncan's eyes narrowed and he stormed over to the two. Picking him up by the back of his green shirt, he yelled, "Yeah yeah, get on the boat, Casanova!" and threw him onto the boat right before it jetted off.
As the others waved the two losers off, Jovie looked around, noticing the absence of another teammate of theirs.
"Hey, where's Herbie?"
*T*S*R*
Heather rested her chin in the palm of her hand, looking at the island as it turned into nothing but a small speck. She looked over at Xavier, who was sitting next to her. "At least we'll get to relax at Playa de Losers… But I bet you'll miss your brother, huh?"
"Yeah," Xavier sighed, looking at his feet as he dangled them over the edge of the seat. "Now I won't have anyone to eat worms with…" He looked up at Heather hopefully, causing her eyes to widen.
"I'm not that nice now!"
"… I didn't think so."
A little redhead suddenly popped out from one of the random crates on the Boat of Losers and landed in front of them. "Surprise!"
"Herbie?" Heather asked, totally shocked. "Wh-What are you doing here? You weren't voted off!"
"I couldn't let my brother leave me behind!" Herbie bounced over to his brother and sat between him and Heather.
"But this means you guys aren't in the competition anymore!" Heather told them.
Herbie's smile disappeared. "Oh… I hadn't thought of that."
Xavier shrugged. "We probably wouldn't have won, anyway."
Herbie perked back up. "Good point!"
Heather stared at the two for a moment and shook her head, but she couldn't help but smile.
*T*S*R*
While almost all of the Raving Ravens had gone to bed, Courtney had stayed behind. She roasted her marshmallow over the fire with care, pulled it out of the embers, and gently blew on it. She was about to take a bite, but saw a figure approach.
When she saw who exactly it was, her eyes narrowed. "What do you want, Marilee?"
Arms crossed behind her back, Marilee sighed, avoiding eye contact with the former CIT. "I just wanted to… apologize."
Courtney raised an eyebrow and told her, "Continue," before taking a small bite out of her marshmallow.
"I didn't mean all that awful stuff I said before," she admitted, kicking a small pebble by her feet. "I guess I got a little too competitive."
Courtney looked at her skeptically at first, but let out a sigh and said, "Well, I'd be lying if I said I never got as competitive as you did today." She finished off her marshmallow.
"Yeah, I let the competition get the best of me," Marilee confessed, rubbing the back of her neck. "I know it's weird to apologize to the competition, but I really was out of line… And ever since I came to this island, when I do bad things to people, I get this icky feeling in my stomach…" She scratched her chin, trying to think. "What's the word…?"
"Guilt?" Courtney suggested, tossing her empty roasting stick aside.
Marilee snapped her fingers and pointed at the brunette. "That's it! I mean, I've gotten the feeling before, but I just always sorta ignored it…"
Courtney nodded in understanding. "I used to be like that, too… You know, you remind me of a younger me."
"I'm going to assume that wasn't an insult," Marilee stated, arms crossed.
"Anyway, I'm sorry for saying you didn't have as much talent as me," Marilee apologized. "And acted so smug… And made fun of your ashy complexion."
Courtney's eyes widened and she half-yelled, "When did you make fun of my skin?"
Marilee nervously giggled and said, "Well, I only thought the last part, but I'm still really sorry."
Courtney allowed the faintest grin to creep onto her lips. "Apology accepted. You will be a most worthy opponent."
"As will you," Marilee said with a nod and a smile.
The two bid each other a good night, then headed toward their cabins to get some well-earned shut eye.
*T*S*R*
Gwen, having just finished her nightly bathroom rituals, was fully dressed in her pajamas and was heading toward the cabin. When she reached the steps, she was surprised to find Candace sitting there. She didn't look nearly as sad as she had before. "Hi, Gwen."
"Hey." Gwen sat down next to her. "Look, I'm sorry about what I said before. You're definitely smart. I was way out of line for saying that."
Candace waved a hand, like it was nothing. "It's fine. I think I hold too many things in, and then it comes out like… projectile vomit."
Gwen cringed and muttered, "That was a very… descriptive way to put it. But I wanted to ask you something."
"Shoot!"
"Back at the campfire ceremony, you said, 'People like you.' What did you mean by that?"
Candace sheepishly looked down at her feet. "Well, there's this girl at my school named Violet. She's a Goth like you, only really, really mean. She sort of makes fun of me. You know, 'cause I'm a cheerleader and all happy and stuff and I don't listen to scary, screamy music." She rubbed her bare arms to keep herself warm from the cold. "I mostly ignore it, because telling someone would probably make it worse. Besides… I don't mind it that much."
"That's horrible," Gwen told her, patting her shoulder. "It's one thing to be a jerk to the snobby cheerleaders, but to the nice ones like you?" She shook her head. "That's a disgrace to the Goth community."
"But saying that you were like her was terrible," Candace said, frowning once more. "I'm, like, really sorry!"
"It's cool," Gwen told her, standing up. "I know I'm not the most pleasant girl on the island."
"But you're definitely the nicest Goth I've ever met," Candace told her, getting up along with her. "But since Violet's like the only one I know… Still, you're way nice!"
Gwen laughed and said, "It's been a rough day. Let's hit the hay."
"I kind of wanted to say goodnight to Geoff," Candace started, looking sheepishly to the side.
"It's too bad you two are leading two competing teams," Gwen told her, looking sympathetic. "It'll make it hard when you two finally hook up."
A small blush crept onto the strawberry blonde's cheeks and she asked, "I-Is it really obvious that I like him that much?"
Gwen rolled her eyes and told her, "Just like it's obvious that he feels the same way."
"You really think so?" Candace asked, a little too excited. "I mean, we had fun on that little date we went on a while ago, but I wasn't sure if-"
"Please, astronauts on the moon could tell you two like each other," Gwen said, crossing her arms and smirking. "People are starting to place bets on when you two will finally start making out."
Candace giggled, blushing even harder. "Uh, really?"
"Yeah… But if you decide to randomly start kissing him six days from now, I'll be willing to split the profits," she said with a faint smile.
Candace giggled and said, "Sorry you and Trent aren't on the same team. That must be tough, since you're dating and all."
Gwen shrugged. "It's fine. Our relationship is strong enough that we won't get all competitive and nasty or anything."
"Yay!" Candace cheered, clapping a little. "I guess we'll be able to talk to them tomorrow… Unless you wanna sneak over to their cabin so the four of us can be snuggle buddies!"
Gwen raised an eyebrow, but couldn't help but still smile. "I'm not really a 'snuggle buddy' kind of person." She shook her head, laughed and said, "C'mon, sunshine, we need shut-eye…" She started walking into the cabin, Candace close behind her.
Before she shut the door, she muttered, "Maybe if Zack was still here, he and Selena would wanna be our snuggle buddies…"
"I sort of doubt Duncan would be cool with two dudes, especially my brother, getting comfy with Selena."
"Oh. Right…"
*T*S*R*
Keith approached Geoff, who was hanging out by the abandoned bonfire pit, and sat down so he was facing him. "So, uh, congrats on you guys winning." He shiftily looked around, making sure they were alone.
Geoff noticed his tenseness and told him, "Dude, chill! We're alone."
Keith loosened up a bit, slouching slightly in his seat. "Mar seems pretty happy. At least things are finally going her way." He smirked and straightened up a bit. "But, y'know, I don't think lying to her was really that good of an idea."
"C'mon, it was just a little white lie!" Geoff cried. "It helped us win, didn't it?"
"Yeah…" Keith grinned and fist-bumped Geoff. "And I gotta give you your props, that plan of yours was pretty stealthy."
"I know, right?" Geoff grinned proudly. "But thanks for doing that, dude. Since I was the one who was pushing her to try, she probably wouldn't believe me if I told her I shot off that golf ball gun."
"Did that golf tournament really have a golf ball shooter?" Keith asked, scratching his head. "Mar's right, somebody probably would get sued over that..."
"Of course not," Geoff said, like it was obvious. "That'd just be stupid… And that's coming from me!"
Keith threw his hands up and cried, "Alright, sheesh! How should I know? I've never been to a mini golf tournament before!"
"You and I know that, but my sister doesn't," Geoff told him in a sing-song voice. "She hurt a few people with her flyaway ball like four years ago on a fluke, but she did awesome today! Telling her a dumb little fib isn't that bad, if it got us the win."
"I'm still not that cool with lying to her," Keith admitted, scratching the back of his head. "So you'd better hold up your end of the bargain, man."
Geoff placed a hand over his heart and raised the other, like he was taking an oath. "I'm a dude of my word!"
Keith's face brightened. "So I'm allowed to make out with Marilee as much as I want, even in front of you, with no complaints?"
Geoff nodded. "As long as you don't knock her up, I'll look away from you and your grody PDA and not whine at all."
"Can I be her snuggle buddy?"
"As long as you aren't in a bed… or naked."
Keith gave him a funny look. "Dude, I said 'snuggle buddies,' not-"
Geoff let out a small scream and slapped his hands over his ears. "Duuuude, I don't wanna even think about that!"
Keith shrugged and stood up. "Fair enough. And for the record, I would never go that far with your sister! For I deeply respect women and their great assets to society… And their breastets and-"
"You need to learn to quit while you're ahead, bro," Geoff told him, not looking impressed.
The skated boy sighed, looking down at his sneakers. "Right…"
The two headed off to bed, but not before Geoff made a stop to the Confession Can.
"Do I feel bad about lying to my little sis?" Geoff questioned. "Sure I do. Do I regret it?" He chuckled and answered, "Not a bit. I did it for a good cause! Like that Robin Hood dude…" He cringed and added, "Except for the tights and junk… But still, I'm slyer than you thought, huh?" He crossed his arms. "I told you I wasn't as stupid as I seem, dudes!"
"Yes!" DJ cheered. "Heather and I are officially together!…" His grin faded after a few seconds of thought and he mumbled, "Except now she's gone…" His frown deepened and he looked down glumly at his feet. "Man. I have the worst luck…"
"Sooo, apparently Herbie vamoosed with Xavier and Heather when no one was looking," Cody explained. "When we told Chris, he didn't really seem to care, so..." He shrugged and added, "Meh, none of us really do, either... So... This means I have the guy side of the Raving Ravens cabin all to myself..." He suddenly grinned and pumped his fists in the air. "Awesome! Party time with the Codester! A party... all... by... myself..." Cody calmed down and looked at his feet, then back at the camera. "Still... 'tis awesome..."
"I hope Trent and I really don't get all competitive and nasty," Gwen mused, looking nervous. "I don't think we will… Will we?"
"Soooo," Grace started, a sly smile on her face. "I saw something very interesting during that game of mini golf… I've been pretty laid back for the past couple of weeks, just waiting for the right moment to strike. That moment has almost come! Those butt faces who underestimate me haven't seen anything yet!" She rubbed her hands together and evilly giggled. "Just. You. Wait!"
"Well, there you have it!" Chris announced, standing on the dimly lit Dock of Shame. "Both Heather and Izzy's families are officially out of the competition!"
"Until you bring one of them back!" called out some unidentifiable voice.
"Maybe your mom will bring them back!" Chris lamely shot back. Clearing his throat, he looked back at the camera and grinned. "But what will the competition bring for our new teams next time? You can only find out here, on Total! Sibling! Rivalry!"
SNAP. GRACE, YOU CLIFF-HANGING LITTLE MONKEY.
And DJ finally gets some love!
... Too bad Heather is gone now. And I'm not happy about doing so, but it had to be done. And Herbie and Xavier... I don't think many people will be sad to see them go xD
Yeah... A lot of plotholes closed. And a few more have been opened... So yeah... See you next challenge around! PEACE OUT, SUCKA