Geoff made his way through a cluster of Douglas firs, looking around to see if there was any danger of ninjas nearby. Luckily there weren't, so he continued on. He couldn't help but notice Keith sitting on a nearby boulder, looking rather gloom. "Dude, what up?" Geoff poked him in the shoulder, but he didn't even blink. "You bag any ninjas yet?"

"What?" Keith looked up at Geoff, like he was just realizing that he was there. "Oh. No." He rested his chin in his palm and added, "I haven't even seen anyone from the other team yet. But that's not what's up… You probably don't wanna hear about it."

Geoff shrugged, leaning against the tree directly next to Keith's boulder. "Nah, it's cool. Lay it on me, man."

Keith twiddled his thumbs awkwardly, then sighed and said, "Well, Marilee's been acting kind of weird lately. Like, she refused to go with me to this bush and ne-"

"AAAAH, OKAY, YOU WERE RIGHT!" Geoff screamed, slapping his hands over his ears. "I don't wanna hear about it! LA LA LA, I CAN'T HEAR YOU-"

"Okay, I get it," Keith interrupted, not looking amused. "But you've been around, right? Have I done anything wrong? What should I do to fix stuff between us?"

The party boy raised an eyebrow. "Dude, I'm not helping you slide into second base with my sister."

Keith's brows knitted together and he asked, "Geoff, do you seriously think I'm some desperate pervert?" He thought over what he said for a moment, then added, "That much of a desperate pervert? I just want her to stop avoiding me! Help me!"

"Chill!" Geoff crossed his arms casually and shrugged. "I'm not the best guy to go to for relationship advice after the whole Bridgette thing, but I know my sister. What you should do is… leave her alone for a while."

"What? But-"

"No, no, hear me out here," Geoff interrupted, uncrossing his arms and holding a hand up. "You know how Mar is. One second, she can be all, like, cuddly and nice, and the next, she'll kick you where the sun don't shine if you even touch her."

Keith nodded. That was true…

"When she's in the second mood, just run, man!" Geoff warned him. "Unless you want a broken arm, don't try to hug her or talk to her or even look at her funny! Just give her some room and she'll be back to herself pretty soon."

"Wait…" Keith nervously scratched the back of his neck. "S-She broke your arm once?"

Geoff frowned, but shook his head. "No, but she did to somebody else a few years back…" He looked downward and muttered, "We don't really visit Grandpa Edgar anymore…"

"Uh… Yeah…" Keith tried not to look freaked out, but failed miserably. "So you seriously think I should just ignore her?"

Geoff shrugged. "I paid too much attention to Bridge and look how that turned out."

Keith tapped his chin. "Good point. Thanks, Geoff! Y'know, you're a better team captain than I thought you'd be."

"I know," Geoff said with a smug smirk before walking off to find some ninjas.

*T*S*R*

Cody and Jovie had been walking for a while, not seeing anybody that they could shoot, so they had mostly been talking. "So what'd you do after you left the island?" Jovie asked him.

Cody shrugged. "Nothing special. Went to school, hung out with my friends from the tech club… Oh, Beth and I dated for a few days."

"Beth from TDI?" Jovie grinned. "That's cool. What happened?"

"Well, I went to her place to meet her parents… And my uncle answered the door," he awkwardly answered.

Jovie cringed. "Ooooh, that's way awkward. How could you two not know you were cousins?"

"We're distant cousins… The only reason Uncle Roy recognized me was from the picture on the Christmas card my parents sent him…"

"You guys never kissed or anything, did you?"

"Thankfully, no… We haven't really talked since."

"I'm sorry," she said, looking saddened. "I hope you find your girl soon."

Cody grinned at her. "Thanks."

After thinking over what she had said for a second, Jovie gave him the stink eye and said, "And that ain't me giving you permission to hit on me relentlessly, by the way."

Cody, looking a little shocked, said, "Oh, I wouldn't do that. I just-"

Jovie's eyes narrowed and she half-yelled, "So what, I ain't pretty enough for you?"

"What?" Cody gasped, nervously trying to save his butt. "N-No! I just meant I like you as a friend and-"

"Y'know, it's really fun seeing you all squeamish," Jovie commented, giggling and crossing her arms.

Cody glared at her, but couldn't help the small smile that crept on his face. "Oh, yeah. I've still got to get used to your sense of humor… For somebody who cares about so many causes, you sure like torturing people."

Jovie shrugged. "I'm a complex lady."

Before she could add anything else, Cody held up a hand, signaling her not to talk. "Did you hear something?" he whispered.

"I think so… It's hard to hear anything through these dang masks, but it sounded like it came from over there," she quietly said, pointing to her left.

Cody pulled a paint shuriken out of his utility belt, a look of determination in his eyes. "Let's do this…"

*T*S*R*

Peering around suspiciously, Courtney walked past a large clump of trees. She hadn't seen anyone yet, not even anyone from her team since they split up. There had to be somebody around by this point. She had been walking for what felt like forever now!

Out of the blue, she heard strange, faint noises. It sounded like… panting?

"Hello?" Courtney called out, looking suspicious. "Duncan, is that you?" Her brows furrowed as she continued walking, placing her hands on her hips. "If it is, stop trying to freak me out!"

"Courtney?" a small voice weakly called out.

"Huh? Candace?" Courtney heard the voice from behind a nearby tree. She quickly walked over to it, gasping and bringing a hand to her mouth when she wandered over to the other side.

Candace had managed to keep herself propped up against the tree, but other than that, she looked like a wreck. She was covered in sweat, both from the hypoglycemia and the intense heat. She was shaking, not to mention how extremely weak she looked.

"What on earth happened to you?" Courtney helped her to her feet, only making her shake more.

"I-I-I don't feel g-good," Candace quietly answered, trying to keep herself balanced.

"Well, obviously!" Courtney stated. "But why? Did something happen?" Before she could answer, the former CIT shook her head and said, "Never mind, that isn't important right now. We just need to get you back to camp." As she tried to help Candace along, the cheerleader stumbled and almost fell, but Courtney clumsily caught her. "Whoa!" Courtney squealed, lifting her up to keep her from falling flat on her face. "Okay, this is serious! Do you have any idea what caused you to get so sick?"

Using Courtney as support to stand up, Candace looked down at her feet and muttered, "I-I don't know…" As the two tried to keep walking, something slipped out of Candace's pocket and onto the grassy ground. She squealed in fright and tried to bend over to pick it up, but ended up falling on her butt.

"What's this?" Courtney picked the glucometer before Candace could snatch it. After inspecting it for a second, Courtney's eyes widened and she said, "A glucometer? You'd only have one of these if…" She looked down at Candace, who managed to sit back up and was looking down at her lap, knowing she was caught. "Candace… You have diabetes? No wonder you're so sick! Why didn't you-" She interrupted herself, knowing there was no time to stop and ask questions, so she simply helped her up and propped her up as they kept walking.

*T*S*R*

The chase between Selena and Gwen had gone on for quite a while, though neither were willing to give up. Selena had taken a few shots while on the prowl, but had failed to hit her. Still, even that couldn't make her quit.

Gwen found that she had reached the edge of the woods, right around where the cabins were. She looked around for a moment, not seeing any signs of Selena, so she stopped for a moment. She sat down a few feet away from a tree, panting heavily and wiping her sweaty forehead off with her sleeve.

Just as she was rested and about to get back up, Selena jumped down from the tree, landing at the base of it. Startled, Gwen let out a yelp and asked, "How the heck did you get up there?"

"I don't think that's really important right now," Selena commented, cocking her cannonball launcher at the sitting Goth. "Any last wishes?"

"World peace," Gwen muttered, sounding both sarcastic and ready to give up. Selena did sort of have her… "Just get it over with…"

"As you wish…" She tugged on the fuse of the weapon, but nothing happened. Un-patched eye widening, she tugged on it several times, but nothing shot out of it once more. "Uh…" She giggled nervously and muttered, "I think I ran out of paint balls… Tee hee, this is awkward…"

Gwen, however, was not laughing. She got to her feet, her glare dead-set on the teal-eyed girl.

"Hee hee hee… Uh…" As Gwen walked closer to her, Selena backed farther away until she hit the tree with her back. "Hey… No hard feelings, right? …Gwen?"

Five minutes later…

Gwen walked away from the tree, dusting her hands off and beaming with success. "Have fun, Selena," she called out from over her shoulder.

"Gweeeeeen!" Selena whined, off-screen at an unknown location. "C'mon, you can't leave me like this! Get baaaack here!" Once it was clear that Gwen wouldn't come back, Selena sighed, and the camera panned to a branch on the tree. Apparently, Gwen had hung Selena on said branch by her bra straps, making it nearly impossible to get down.

"Okay," Selena started, frowning. "I guess I sort of deserved that. I really should be trying not to make any enemies…" She rubbed her shoulders, cringing at the memory of her punishment. "That was my favorite bra, too…"

*T*S*R*

Marilee, looking both bored and frustrated, was walking along when her cell phone suddenly rang. She swiped it out of her pocket, flipped it open and asked, "Hello? … Cheyenne? Hi!" She beamed and continued, "It is sooo good to hear you voice! I swear, I'm going to go insane on this stupid island!"

"Island? What are you talking about?" the high pitched voice presumed to be Cheyenne asked on the other end of the phone. "Are you on vacation or something?"

Marilee blinked and stopped walking. "I'm competing in the second season of Total Drama Island, Chey. I told you, like, a week before I left."

"Oh yeah… I thought you were joking."

She rolled her eyes. "Like I would really joke about this kind of torture. I can't really say much about the morons here, since it might violate my contract. I might be pushing it just saying I dislike most of these people… So how are things back home?"

"Pretty good," Cheyenne told her. "I went by your house to see if you wanted to hang out, but you weren't there. 'Cause, you know… But when I answered the door, some guy around your mom's age answered the door."

After hearing that, Marilee almost dropped her phone. "What? What did he look like? Half-glasses? Slicked back black hair? Probably wearing some lame sweater?"

"… I thought his sweater was pretty chic, but yeah, pretty much. Have you met him before?"

Face palming, Marilee muttered, "That's Vince… My mom's dumb new boyfriend. I can't she actually brought him home with her!"

"I didn't know she had a boyfriend!"

"Yeah, it's sort of a recent thing… I haven't actually met him yet. Hey, what is he like? Was he an evil, maniacal dictator?"

"… If by that, you mean a mild-mannered accountant, then yes." Cheyenne sighed and said, "Mari, you're usually the sane one in this friendship. Don't make me be the voice of reason here! You should give him a chance before judging him…. GAH, YOU MADE ME BE THE VOICE OF REASON!"

The blonde cringed at her friend's sudden yelling, then rolled her eyes and groaned, "Fiiiiine, I'll give the turd a chance! Look, I gotta go. In the middle of a challenge and I could get shot any second now."

"Wait, what?"

"Oops, said too much," Marilee muttered, slapping a hand over her mouth momentarily. After uncovering her lips, she quickly said, "Toodles!" and snapped her phone shut. Once it was tucked in her pocket again, she looked around to make sure nobody was around to throw any paint-filled weaponry at her. It looked clear, so she kept trekking through until she bumped into Keith a few moments later. "Hi," she greeted, smiling slightly.

Keith's eyes widened, resembling a deer caught in the headlights. "Uh…" After a few seconds of awkward silence, he ran off in the opposite direction at high speed.

"I wanted to do more than make out with Keith, but I didn't want him to run away from me in terror!" Marilee said, looking confused and slightly hurt. "Was I too hard on him? I didn't want to push him away… At least, not completely…"

"I know Geoff told me to try and avoid her for a while," Keith started, rubbing the back of his neck and looking regretful, "but that might have been going a bit too far…"

*T*S*R*

"Why do I have to shoot for you?" Mia complained, lugging Grace's cannon launcher around while Grace, wearing her pirate garb once again, walked shortly behind her.

"Because you're most likely a better shot than I am," Grace explained, straightening her pirate hat. "And I just don't wanna."

"Do I look like somebody who's played paintball before?" Mia huffily asked, eyes narrowing. "The only kind of freak who would actually enjoy something like this is white trash and the mentally retarded!"

"Yeah yeah, quit complaining and start finding some ninjas, slave," Grace ordered as she crossed her arms, sounding unimpressed with Mia's complaints.

Mia grumbled quietly to herself, but continued walking. She wanted her money…

*T*S*R*

Courtney, who was still struggling to keep Candace upright, continued to try to find her way back to camp. "We have to be close!" Courtney said, more herself than the groggy Candace. "We've been walking for a while now."

"We've only been walking for… a few minutes," Candace panted, wiping her forehead off with her arm and looking over her shoulder. "I can… still see my tree…"

"Quit complaining! I'm doing the best I can!" Courtney snapped, momentarily forgetting the situation. Once realizing what she just said, she cringed and muttered, "Oops… Sorry."

"It's… cool," Candace panted, a small smile slipping onto her face. "This isn't that fun for me, either…"

"How could Chris be so totally irresponsible and just send you out her before you could take any insulin?" Courtney asked, her anger transferring to Chris. "Seriously, you should suehim for this!"

Candace weakly shrugged and panted, "I don't see… what good… it would do."

"Are you serious? Why not?" Courtney asked, flabbergasted.

Taking a chance to catch her breath so she wouldn't pant, Candace quietly said, "I'll be fine, once I get my insulin shot and rest a little bit. It's no big deal…"

"No. Big. DEAL?" Courtney screeched, making the cheerleader flinch and making several birds fly away in fear. "You could have died if you had stayed out there much longer and it's no big deal?" After calming down for a moment and shaking her head, Courtney continued to help her along and added, "I swear, you're too nice for your own good sometimes."

"And you're nicer than people give you credit for," Candace muttered, another small smirk creeping onto her lips.

*T*S*R*

Marilee, who had yet to even see a ninja, was starting to get impatient. "C'mon, this forest isn't that big!" She continued to look around, and she finally found someone. And, of course, it wasn't a ninja. It was Keith again.

"I think I was too harsh on Keith before," Marilee admitted, tapping her chin. "That might be why he ran away from me before. I think I need to have a little talk with him…"

Keith was crouched behind a bush, aiming to take fire. Using great stealth, Marilee snuck behind him without him even noticing her presence. She looked at the area he was aiming at, then whispered, "I don't see any-" She was interrupted by his loud shriek, along with him falling into the bush. "Keith!" She quickly helped him out, straightening his pirate hat and pulling a few leaves out of his hair. "Sorry, I thought you would know it was me."

"I did," Keith muttered as he dusted himself off, so quietly that Marilee didn't even catch it.

"Can we talk?" Marilee asked him gently, looking nervous.

He knew she was hardly ever nervous, so he temporarily forgot Geoff's advice and said, "Sure. Lay it on me."

"I just wanted to apologize for this morning," she started, crossing her arms, "because I don't think I worded what I wanted to say right… Which is why you probably ran away."

"Well, that's one reason," Keith muttered, but this time, Marilee heard him.

"Um, pardon?" Marilee asked, raising an eyebrow.

Before Keith could explain himself, a blur of purple hit the skater boy, knocking him completely over. "AH!" he yelled once he saw the splat on his shirt. "Where the heck did that come from?" He waited for an answer from his girlfriend, but he got nothing. "Mar?" He looked up. Marilee has split right after he had been hit with the shuriken. "Thanks a lot, sweetie," Keith sarcastically mumbled.

Meanwhile Jovie and Cody, who were squatting from behind a big oak tree by Keith, gave each other a high five. "Nice aim, Jov!" Cody said, giving her a thumbs up and a grin.

"What can I say?" Jovie said, grinning proudly. "It's the peaceful ones you gotta look out for!"

*T*S*R*

After looking around for a while, Geoff was getting ready to give up. He saw LeShawna a while back, but she had been too quick for him. Other than that, Geoff hadn't seen anyone on the other team to shoot. Not that he was worried. He was sure somebody on his team had shot somebody by this point…

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw Courtney helping along a weak-looking Candace. "Whoa, what happened?" he asked, running up to them.

Courtney gasped and quickly hid Candace behind her back. "Geoff, don't you dare shoot us!"

"I'm not going to," Geoff said, walking behind her so he could take a look at the shaky, sweating Candace. "Candy, what's wrong?"

"N-Nothing," Candace lied. "I'm cool…" She tried walking by herself, but quickly lost her footing. Luckily, Geoff caught her before she could fall on the ground.

"You sure don't look fine!" Knowing Candace wasn't going to answer, he turned to Courtney and asked, "What's going on?"

"Candace is going through hypoglycemia," Courtney explained, removing her mask so Candace could use it to blot her sweat. When she saw the completely blank look on Geoff's face, she decided to phrase it differently. "She has diabetes and she needs insulin." He didn't even blink. Sighing, she put it as easily as she possibly could. "Candace needs a cupcake and a nap."

"OH!" Geoff's blank expression disappeared, and he smiled in understanding and nodded. "Why didn't you just say so?"

Courtney opened her mouth like she was ready to say something, but shut her mouth quickly. She merely brought a hand to her forehead and shook her head in frustration.

"Here, lemme help," Geoff offered, lifting Candace into his arms bridal-style. "Which way to camp?"

"This way," Courtney told him, pointing to the north. Geoff started walking in said direction, Courtney following behind him.

*T*S*R*

"Do you see anybody yet?" Grace asked Mia, picking a few berries off a bush she walked by.

"If I had, don't you think I would have fired the stupid thing off?" Mia bitterly replied, still looking around.

"Stop yelling at me!" Grace screamed, mouth full of fruit. "You aren't getting any money if you're going to be a jerk!"

The older girl huffed and kept going, Grace following behind her.

"On second thought," Mia began, arms crossed tightly in anger, "I'm starting to think the money isn't going to be worth this…"

*T*S*R*

"I think we're getting close to camp," Courtney mused, squinting her eyes to focus on the area far ahead of them.

It looked like Candace was starting to lull herself to sleep, but before she could doze off, Geoff asked, "Wait, how can you have dialysis? I've seen you eat stuff with sugar in it before."

"First of all," Courtney began, holding up a hand to Candace and her opened mouth, "it's diabetes. And secondly, she obviously has type one, which is different than type two, which is what you're thinking of. Those with type one diabetes can still eat sugary stuff, but they have to take insulin daily and keep a healthy, balanced diet as well." When she saw Geoff and Candace's confused glances, obviously wondering how she knew so much about the subject, she added, "I did a report on type one for Health class last year."

"Oooooooh," both simultaneously mumbled, nodding.

"But I have a question for you too, Candace," Courtney told her. "Why wouldn't you tell either me or Geoff what was wrong?"

Geoff nodded and asked, "And why haven't you ever tell me you have diarrhea?"

"DIABETES," Courtney loudly and bitterly reminded him.

"WHATEVEEEEER," Geoff whined, annoyed. He coughed a little and added, "I thought we were tight, Candace! Why would you lie to me?"

"Technically, I didn't lie," Candace nervously said, no longer panting now that she didn't have to walk. "If you had flat out asked, "Yo, Candy, do you have diabetes?'" she said, trying to impersonate him by deepening her voice so she could sound as masculine as possible, "then I would have said yes…"

Geoff thought it over for a second, then asked, "Do I really sound that weird?"

Candace smiled a little and shook her head. "Nah. That's just my generic guy voice… But it's not like you guys are the only ones who I didn't tell. The only two who have been on the show who really know are Chef and Owen. Owen because, well, he's my brother, and Chef because he's the camp nurse and provides the needles and insulin and stuff."

"Why would you keep it a secret, though?" Courtney asked, looking slightly miffed. "As your co-captain, it would have been a useful thing to know! Why would you try and hide something that important?"

"You guys ask a lot of questions, you know that?" Candace muttered, the small smile still on her face. After letting out a little sigh, she wrapped her arms around Geoff's neck to make herself more comfortable and looked down at her lap. "I didn't want everybody to think of me as the sick girl," she confessed, her grin disappearing. "I didn't want some people to treat me different than the others or say I couldn't do certain things or give me this 'oh, you poor little diabetic thing' look…"

Courtney's expression softened. "Oh. I guess I'm starting to see where you were coming from…"

"I mean, I may have a medical condition, but I'm not like deadly ill. Still, some people back home treat me like that, and I wanted things to be different." Both nodded in agreement with her and she continued, "I eat a balanced diet, if you call Chef's meals balanced… And I exercise, take insulin daily, all the stuff diabetics are supposed to do. I'm fine, but some people still treat me like this fragile… fragile thing."

The three were silent for a moment, unsure what else they could add to that. After a few more beats of silence, Geoff smiled and piped up, "Well, if anybody here would have thought that, you definitely proved them wrong."

"Some people wouldn't think you were a threat," Courtney admitted, "but hey, you've even proved me wrong."

Candace looked at them both, grinning once more. "Really? You guys think so?" She suddenly looked confused, but still smiled, then asked, "Wait, a threat? What do you mean by that?"

"Well, most people would think you were easily manipulated, because you're a very trusting person, but you're more than that," Courtney explained.

"Court's right," Geoff piped up. "You're sweet, and caring, and smart, and loyal… and beautiful…" He started drifting off when his blue eyes met her dark brown ones. Their gazes locked for a moment and Geoff stopped walking immediately. A heavenly music started to play from somewhere and the two continued staring into each other's eyes. Their faces inched closer and closer to each other, and their lips were inches away…

"Hey!" The music screeched to a halt and both spun their heads toward Courtney, who was in front of them, hands on her hips. "Are you two going to head back to camp with me or keep ogling each other? We have to hurry before you get worse, Candace."

"Oh… right." Geoff sighed and started walking again. Courtney shook her head and continued walking ahead of them. Once her attention was completely away from them, the two looked back at each other, exchanging small smiles.

*T*S*R*

"Okay, abandoning Keith probably was not the best way to get girlfriend bonus points," Marilee sadly mused. "Still, I couldn't risk getting us both shot! H-He should understand that, right?"

Keith walked back toward camp, grumbling quietly to himself. "Can't believe she bolted… I though we had something real…" He crossed his arms and pouted childishly. "Gave her the best several days of my life…"

After a moment of sulking and walking, he saw DJ and called out, "Yo, Deej!"

DJ flinched and covered himself with his arms, thinking he was going to get shot, but when he didn't feel any paint on him, he opened one eye. He saw Keith a few feet away and slowly got out of his defense position. "Oh, hey." He noticed Keith's paint-stained shirt and asked, "I'm gonna guess you got shot?"

Keith nodded, frowning again. "Yeah… and Marilee was right there, but she left as soon as I got shot." He crossed his arms. "Some girlfriend, right?"

DJ raised an eyebrow, a little confused by Keith's logic. "So… You wanted her to get hit with one of those paint shurikens, too?"

"No," Keith said, shaking his head. "But she went back for me when I got shot during the prison thing. I don't get why she didn't do it this time around…"

"No offense here bro, but why does it matter?" DJ asked.

Keith's brows furrowed together and he asked, "Well, would you want Heather to abandon you?" Keith grumpily sat down on a long log and pouted some more.

DJ took a seat next to him and answered, "If I had already been shot and there was nothing she could do about it, then yeah." Keith didn't budge, so he sighed and added, "Man, you and Marilee are perfect for each other. Y'all are both stubborn as mules… but that's an insult to mules everywhere."

"Heeeey!" Keith whined. "I thought you were supposed to be the nice guy!"

DJ smirked and shrugged. "We can't be nice all the time." He patted Keith on the shoulder, stood up, and went along his merry way.

After a moment of musing over what DJ had told him, Keith sighed, because he had realized that DJ was right.

"Maybe I am a little stubborn…" Keith paused for a moment, then smirked a little. "But that's why everybody loves me, right? Well, I at least think Mar loves that about me…"

*T*S*R*

"Finally, we're here!" Courtney exclaimed, glad to finally be there. She turned to Geoff and said, "Take Candace to the infirmary."

Geoff, who was still holding a now sleeping Candace, looked confused. "You're not coming with us?"

She shook her head. "No. I'm going to find Chris and give him a piece of my mind…" She stormed off toward the camp ground, leaving Geoff with Candace in his arms. Normally, Geoff would have tried to get the CIT to chill out, but even he thought Chris deserved to get chewed out for this…

He carried her to the infirmary tent, careful not to wake her up. However, she lightly stirred when he laid her on one of the lumpy cots. "Hmm?" she mumbled, opening her eyes. She didn't lift her head off the pillow, but eyed the room. "Where am I?"

"The infirmary," Geoff answered, sitting down on the end of the cot and finally removing his pirate gear. "Uh… I think Courtney's getting Chef to help you out with your insulator."

"Insulin?" Candace guessed, giggling slightly.

"Oh… Right."

Candace giggled again, looking around the infirmary again. She saw a mirror on the table by her cot, gasping at her appearance. Her strawberry blonde hair was completely disheveled, having fallen out of her long ponytail a while ago. She had sweated all of her makeup off, and she was still sweating a little. She sat up, pulling Courtney's mask out of her Capri pocket to dab her sweaty forehead. "I'm so embarrassed…" she mumbled, more to herself than Geoff.

Geoff did hear her, however. "About what?" he asked.

Candace looked over to him and answered, "A bunch of stuff. Forgetting to take my insulin, for one. I never forget. I don't know how I…" A light bulb went off in her head, and she suddenly remembered what had made her forget. "Ooooh… I think I know why I forgot."

"Really? Why?"

Candace blushed and bit her lip, thinking back to that morning…

Flashback: That morning, in the mess hall…

It was an average breakfast. Well, except for Marilee's tantrum. Still, there was the same slop, same people who hadn't been voted off, except…

"Geoff, put your shirt back on!" Marilee whined, embarrassed by her brother's stupidity.

Geoff, who had been innocently eating his slop shirtless, put his spoon down and complained, "I didn't want to get food on my shirt!"

"Seriously, dude, you could always just put a new shirt on," Duncan pointed out, almost embarrassed to call that idiot his best friend.

Selena, who was seated between Marilee and Duncan and across from Geoff, shrugged and smiled. "Makes sense to me. I don't mind, Geoff…"

"Thank you!" Geoff exasperatedly sighed. "At least someone here understands my logic!" While Geoff continued eating, Selena snuck a peek at his rock-hard abs and giggled like a schoolgirl. Duncan slapped her in the back of her head, making her whine, rub the sore spot, and glare at her brother.

From the other side of the mess hall, Candace had just throw her trash away and was ready to take her insulin for the day. As she was going to go up and remind Chef, she got a clear shot of Geoff's torso. Any thought she had instantly melted into a giant puddle of pudding. She mindlessly flopped into a seat where she got a great view of the party boy's abs. Candace rested her chin in her palm and sighed dreamily, while LeShawna, who was seated across from her, waved a hand in front of her face. "Candace? You in there?" LeShawna shook her head and smirked. "Girl's got it bad."

Gwen, sitting next to Candace, nodded in agreement. "Tell me something I don't know. She's practically drooling in my juice," she joked. Looking back at Candace, she cringed and muttered, "And now she really is drooling in my juice…"

End Flashback

"Uh… Long story," Candace muttered, playing with a loose string on the itchy blanket underneath her. "But that's not the point. I'm also humiliated you and Courtney saw me like that."

"Why?" Geoff asked. "You were sick and Courtney and I helped you out. I know you'd do the same if it were either of us who was all hypoallergenic."

Candace laughed and corrected him by saying, "Hypoglycemic."

"… Yeah, that too! But why are you so embarrassed?"

Candace's smile disappeared and she cried out, "Geoff, look at me! I'm all sweaty and shaky and messed up and smelly and-"

"-And totally hot," Geoff interrupted, smiling at her.

Candace paused, letting a small grin slip onto her lips. "Seriously?

"Yeah!" Geoff said, nodding. "Even when you're all sweaty and gross, you're still a major babe!"

Candace raised an eyebrow, but still smirked. "I'm gonna take a stab in the dark and say that that was supposed to be a compliment."

Geoff realized his mistake and face palmed. "Dang it! I'm sorry, Candy, I-"

"It's fine," Candace told him. "It was sweet of you to say, despite how horribly you put it." She thought of something and asked, "Hey, Geoff?"

Geoff rubbed the red spot on his forehead and mumbled, "Yeah?"

"Why do you call me Candy? Nobody else has ever called me Candy, not even my parents."

"Do you not want me to call you that?" Geoff asked, worried. "'Cause I can stop if you-"

Candace placed her hand over his mouth to stop his nervous rambling. "No, silly. I… I actually like it. Especially coming from you." She slid her hand off his mouth, revealing his newly-gained grin. "It's like a cute little pet name… I like it."

"Cool," he said, still grinning. He looked down, seeing that when Candace had sipped her hand off his face, she had placed it over his hand. A fresh blush crept onto her cheeks and she said, "I really appreciate everything you did today, Geoff. You could have shot Courtney and I but you didn't."

"I wouldn't have the heart to do that after what happened to you… Plus, my aim sucks," Geoff muttered, making Candace laugh again. She tried stifling a yawn, but Geoff could still see that she was tried. "Maybe you should lay down until Chef gets here."

Candace whined, crossed her arms and pouted. "Aww, don't wanna!"

Geoff put on a mockingly stern face and wagged his finger in her face. "Don't you sass me, young lady!"

They both laughed as Geoff lightly nudged her to lay down. As she snuggled into the pillow, Geoff leaned over to sweep a stray strand of hair out of her face. Candace looked up at him, since his face was a few mere inches away from hers. "Thanks again, Geoff."

Geoff looked into her eyes and grinned. "Don't mention it." He kissed her cheek and was ready to get up, but Candace placed a hand on his cheek. Looking back into her eyes, he asked, "What's up, Candy?" She continued to look into his eyes, appearing to be thinking something over. "Uh… Candace? Are you-" Before he had time to finish his question, Candace placed her other hand on his other cheek. Getting a soft but firm grip on him, she pulled the party boy closer to her and gave him a big kiss on the lips. After a good ten seconds of smooching, she let him go.

Faintly grinning up at him as he stood up, she mumbled, "I think we're even now…"

She flopped over to make herself more comfortable, so she couldn't see Geoff's current expression. She heard his footsteps as he walked out of the infirmary tent, but he said nothing. Once the flap to the tent had been flopped into place and the room got darker, Candace heard a loud, "WOO HOO!" from outside, with the voice recognizably being Geoff's.

Candace only laughed and shook her head as she made herself more comfortable on the lumpy mattress. Before she dozed of, she whispered to herself, "He's a goofball… But I guess he's my goofball now…"

Say it with me… AWW!

'bout time those two got together, right? XP

I hope I wrote about Candace's condition okay. I got most of the info from my diabetic friend Laney, but she was really little during her few hypoglycemic episodes, so she doesn't remember much. I had to rely on medical websites for that part. Hope I did it justice :3