The challenge had basically ended, so everybody was heading back to camp. Duncan noticed that he saw everybody but his pink-clad sister. He saw Zoey walk by, so he stopped her by putting his foot in front of her, forcing her to halt. "You seen Selena anywhere?"

"No," Zoey told him, shaking her head. "Maybe she got lost."

"Maybe," Duncan said with a shrug. "Or maybe-" He cut himself short when he started looking up at the sky, and Zoey had guessed he finally saw Selena. What she didn't know was why he started laughing so hard.

"What is it?" Her brother was laughing too hard to talk, so he shakily pointed to a tree a few yards away, falling on the ground from laughing so hard soon after. After giving him a strange look, she saw the dangling thing he was pointing at. It made her burst out laughing, too.

The dangling thing was Selena, who was not at all happy. "I can see you laughing!" she screamed, swaying back and forth by her bra straps. "You guys are the worst siblings ever!" She pouted for a moment, then an idea came to her. "Oh, DUH!" She smacked herself in the forehead. "Why didn't I think of that before?" She looked over, seeing that Duncan and Zoey's eyes were too full of tears of laughter to see her, so she reached behind her back. Fiddling with something for a moment, she finally heard a snap. "Yes! Selena, one, Gwen, zip!" She wriggled around for a moment, and without losing her shirt, she was finally free of her bra.

But that also meant she was free from being dangled, which resulted in her falling ten feet and landing flat on her face.

Once her siblings heard the thud, they stopped laughing, opened their eyes and saw her unconscious body. Duncan slowly got up and walked over to her, Zoey close behind him. Once they were there, Duncan crouched down by Selena, poking her in the arm. Zoey lightly poked her limp leg with the tip of her shoe. Selena stayed motionless.

Zoey and Duncan exchanged looks for a moment, a mildly shocked expression on both of their faces. After a few more seconds, the two bit their lips, trying not to laugh. They failed after another second or two.

*T*S*R*

After Selena regained consciousness, all the campers sans Candace and Courtney had assembled back at the bonfire pit, ready to see who won. When the Fighting Ferrets saw that Keith was the only person there with a paint splotch on him, they realized their chances at victory were microscopic.

As Chris walked up to the group, Courtney following behind him, he shook his head and said, "I'm disappointed in you guys. You had hours out there, but only one of you got shot?" He shook his head again and muttered, "Big bunch of losers…"

Courtney crossed her arms and bitterly said, "Well, Geoff and I could have shot someone if we didn't have to make sure Candace didn't die!"

Worry entered the eyes of most of the other siblings and LeShawna asked, "What's she talkin' about? Is she okay?"

"She is now," Courtney confirmed, then glared at Chris. "No thanks to you!"

"It's not my fault she's stupid!" Chris yelled.

"Candace isn't stupid," Duncan pointed out. He jabbed a finger in his blonde sister's direction and added, "Selena is."

"Yeah," Selena said with a nod. "And what-" She stopped for a moment, realized what Duncan had said, and blew a big raspberry at him.

"I know you were monitoring our every move!" Courtney screamed at Chris, ignoring Duncan and Selena's comments. "Don't tell me you didn't see Candace sprawled out on the forest floor on one of the hundreds of monitors you have!"

"Okay," Chris said with a nod. "I won't, then."

Courtney growled at him, then added, "You could have gotten her back to camp easily, but you didn't because you only care about the ratings! If you think you can get away with this, you're wrong!"

"She's fine now, isn't she?" Chris crossed his arms and muttered, "Don't see why you're so peeved…"

"Okay, will you two explain what's going on?" Gwen asked, tired of trying to figure out the scenario herself. "Why was Candace almost dead in the first place?"

"I'm sick of talking about Candace and her almost dying!" Chris whined, stomping his foot childishly. "If you want to know so badly, go ask Candace after we're done… Anyway, as you all can probably tell, Keith is the only person who got shot, because you all suck at life."

"Just to make it clear," Marilee began, "paintball is nothing like life." She tapped her chin and added, "Unless you're a professional hunter for a living… Or a hit man."

"So, we lost?" Trent asked, looking crestfallen.

"Right you are," Chris said with a nod. The Raving Ravens all let out mixed cheers, then Chris told them, "That's right, you guys are safe… for tonight!"

"Ha!" Selena laughed, running up to Cody and poking him in the cheek. "In your face! I told you ninjas were better than pirates!" As she proudly walked back over to her spot, most of her teammates face-palmed at her… uniqueness.

As the Ravens dispersed from the area to celebrate, the Ferrets tried to hide their disappointment and looked back at Chris.

"It's getting to be nightfall," DJ pointed out. "Guess we should start the ceremony…"

"Oh, there will be no ceremony tonight," Chris told them.

The team exchanged confused looks this time, then Geoff asked, "Uh… How's that going to work?"

"Yeah, one of us needs to be voted off, right?" Trent asked.

"One of you is leaving, all right," Chris told them with a devious grin. He walked closer to them and continued, "But none of you are voting."

"Um… Like Geoff said, how's that going to work?" Marilee asked. "How are we deciding who's leaving, then?"

Chris's grin got even wider and he said, "See, that's what the fun part is!" He walked over to Keith and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Since Keith was the only one who got shot, he's the overall loser of the day!" Both Marilee and Keith's stomachs twisted into knots, their fears only confirmed when Chris finished with "So it's Dock of Shame time for you, Keithster!"

"NO!" Marilee immediately shouted as she slapped Chris across the face, DJ holding her back soon after. "You can't do that!" she yelled, desperately trying to break free of DJ's grip on her. "That's got to be against some kind of rule or something!" Her anger seemed more like frantic sadness by this point.

Chris rubbed his sore cheek, then glared at the captivated blonde and stubbornly said, "I'm the host, so what I say goes!" Marilee stopped struggling and sadly looked down, appearing to have given up, so DJ let her free. The host turned back to Keith and told him, "You've got half an hour to get your stuff and get on the boat." As he walked past Marilee, he mumbled, "Don't know how the dude can stand dating that freak…" His back was turned away from her by this point, so he wasn't able to see Marilee being held back by DJ, Geoff, Trent and Duncan to prevent her from doing something she'd regret.

*T*S*R*

Keith tossed some of his t-shirts into the duffel bag sitting on his bed next to Marilee. She promptly pulled them out, neatly folded them, then placed them back in. Her biggest pet peeve was wrinkled clothing…

"I'm so sorry, Keith," Marilee mumbled, looking down at her lap sadly. "If I hadn't flaked on you like that and just taken the shot, you would have had a chance…"

"Mar, it's not your fault," Keith said, pulling more clothing out of his dresser drawer and putting it back into the duffel bag. When his back was turned, she pulled out one of the clothing articles out so she could fold it, revealing a pair of his boxers. She quickly tossed it back in, a look of pure disgust on her face, and wiped her hand off on the blanket underneath her.

"Yes, it is!" She crossed her arms and pouted. "You getting hit by a paintball is one of those weird things where I was supposed to get hit too, for some reason, to 'help' you... even though it makes no sense."

Keith turned back around, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Says who?"

"Frank," Marilee bluntly answered.

Keith looked confused and scratched his head. "Who?

Marilee shook her head and mumbled, "Never mind… But it's true!" She buried her face in her hands and half-screamed, "Why do I always screw things up?"

"Babe, come on," Keith said, rolling his eyes. "You're friggin' perfect. You, like, never screw-" He looked back at her, seeing that her chest was heavily shaking and she was rubbing her eyes. "Marilee… Are you crying?"

"No, you idiot!" Marilee choked out, grabbing the blanket from underneath her and wiping her eyes with it. "I'm sweating through my eyes!"

"Huh," Keith grumbled, looking intrigued. "Marilee never told me she was a Phineas and Ferb fan… Then again, I'm embarrassed to admit that I am too, considering I'm a teenager…" He frowned and muttered, "Though Marilee's probably going to be mad at me for revealing to the world just a moment ago that she is, too…" He crossed his arms and pouted. "Hey, I got voted off! She should cut me some slack!"

"Hey," Keith soothingly said, sitting next to her. "Come here." He laid her head on his shoulder and rubbed her back in an attempt to get her to calm down. "Sweat all you want, Mar. Sweat all you want…"

Biting her lip in attempts to stop sobbing and gripping onto the fabric of his t-shirt to release some stress, she looked back up at Keith, not removing her head from his shoulder. "Dammit, Keith! Why do you have to be so nice to me? I ruined your entire chances of winning!"

He rubbed her shoulder lightly and told her, "If you had stayed with me, you would have gotten shot, too and we'd both probably be on the line right now. I'd rather be going than for you to even have a chance of being voted off."

"There you go again, being all stupid and too nice," she muttered, wrapping her arms around him. "You're too good for me."

Placing his hand on her waist, he gingerly said, "I feel the same way about you…"

"I'm really going to miss you," Marilee whimpered, a small tear drop rolling down her cheek. Keith lifted her head up so he could look at her and wiped the "sweat" away.

"I'll miss you, too," he told her, wrapping his arms around her for a tight hug, which she slowly returned. "Just do me a favor, okay?"

Sniffing a little, she said, "Anything. You name it."

A small smirk creeping onto his lips, he told her, "Don't be all mopey after I'm gone, okay? I want you to be your usual kick ass self. Promise?"

Another tear rolling down her cheek, she gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek, she whispered, "With all my heart…"

*T*S*R*

While the others were saying their goodbyes to Keith, Grace walked away from the group and up to Mia, who was filing her nails by the mess hall. "Tsk, tsk…" She shook her head and muttered, "You didn't hit a single person. You're not that great of an ally, so far…" She narrowed her eyes and said, "You'd better bring you're a-game next time, or I'll show Chris the DVD anyway!"

She stormed off toward her cabin, not seeing Mia strangle the air in front of her, pretending it was Grace's neck.

Back at the dock, everybody but the soon-to-be separated couple had walked off so the two could say one last goodbye to each other.

Instead of making out, they chose simply to give each other a soft kiss on the lips, clasping to each others' hands lightly. Keith grabbed his packed duffel bag in one hand, still holding onto Marilee's with the other. Even as he stepped onto the Boat of Losers, they didn't release each other's hands. Once Chef started the engine and gently putted along, They tried to hold onto each other for as long as they could. As he started going faster, the two finally let go of each other, though neither were happy about it. Marilee waved goodbye to the fading Keith until his boat had sailed off the horizon.

DJ, Selena and Trent watched from afar, Trent and DJ leaning against one of the trees near their cabin, with Selena sitting at their feet. "That's too bad," Trent said, arms crossed casually. "I know how Keith feels."

"My heart's really going out to Marilee right now," a sad Selena said. "I feel so bad for the both of them."

"I'm still a little scared of Marilee," DJ began, "but even I feel sorry for her. Keith, too."

"Y'know, the three of you are sort of alike," Trent commented, both DJ and Selena focusing their attention on him. "You two and Marilee, I mean. Your boyfriends and girlfriend were all voted off before you, so I guess that's something you all have in common."

"We should start an 'Our Significant Others Are Big Losers' club, huh, Deej?" Selena asked, looking up at the Jamaican Canadian and giggling.

DJ laughed and said, "Yeah, Gwen too, since she made it farther than Trent last year." He lightly nudged Trent and added, "And Trent could join Heather, Zack and Keith's 'We're Big Losers Club'…"

"Oh, ha ha ha," Trent sarcastically chuckled, rolling his eyes as the other two laughed at him. "I'd rather have Gwen get farther than me this time around too, anyway. She deserves it more than I do."

Selena quietly scoffed and mumbled, "Yeah right."

Trent, not understanding what she said, gazed down at her and asked, "What was that?"

"Nothing," she quickly and awkwardly replied, looking down at her lap.

DJ looked around, then started, "Hey, do you guys know… if…" He stopped talking when he looked up in the tree he was leaning on and saw something. "Uh…"

"What's up, DJ?" Trent asked, wondering what he was looking at.

"That is," DJ asked, pointing to the item in question.

Trent saw it too and cocked an eyebrow. "Why is there a bra hanging off that branch?"

Selena sprung up from her cross-legged position and blurted out, "Weeeell, that was a fun conversation!" She giggled nervously and asked, "Who wants to go back to my side of the cabin and snack on the sour gummi worms and red cream soda I took from Owen's secret stash?" Before they could respond, she ran off, making sure they didn't see the crimson blush creeping onto her cheeks.

DJ and Trent exchanged a confused glance, then shrugged and followed her. Because who doesn't like gummi worms and red cream soda, right?

*T*S*R*

Courtney poked her head into the medical tent, wondering if Candace was feeling better. When Candace saw her and instantly popped upward in her cot, she seemed to get her answer.

"I'm guessing you got your insulin and are rested up?" she asked, walking closer toward her.

Candace nodded, still smiling. "Yep. How'd your talk with Chris go after you left Geoff and me?"

Courtney looked up at the ceiling in thought, a small smirk creeping onto her lips. "Let's just say he's going to be keeping a closer eye on you from now on… Or else I'm going to do more than yell at him… I never knew human ears could bleed from yelling too loud…"

"I've heard you yell…" Candace smirked. "From how angry you were, I'm surprised they didn't fall off. Did Geoff tell you about…"

Courtney rolled her eyes and muttered, "Please, he told everybody the minute he left the tent. The word is spread."

The cheerleader giggled and said, "Man, he's so over excitable… It's so cute!"

Courtney sat on the end of her cot, smirking at the thought of how pumped Geoff had been about him and Candace wordlessly getting together. "Yeah… Candace?"

"Uh huh?"

"Is it okay if I tell you something?"

Candace shrugged. "Chef is making me stay overnight to get extra rest without any interruptions. I've got nothing better to do."

Courtney bit her lip, then began, "The first week or so, I didn't really like you. I thought you'd be shallow, vapid or just plain stupid."

"Can I change my mind about letting you tell me this?" Candace asked, frowning.

"It gets better," she reassured her. "But after you choose me as your co-captain, I saw you differently. For you to choose me just to get to become friend with me… That was really sweet."

Candace started smiling again and added, "I also chose you because of your wicked leadership skills and all that jazz…"

Courtney continued, "You really are a kind, intelligent person. You're kind of like your brother, without the moronic mannerisms and the slovenliness, of course…"

"Courtney and Geoff seem to keep insulting me or my family in their compliments," Candace mused, her smile still unfazed.

Courtney smiled and told her, "The point is, I just wanted to tell you that your plan to become friends with me worked."

"Really?" Candace crawled over to Courtney and death-hugged her. "Yay! BFFs!"

Courtney awkwardly hugged back, but told her, "I wouldn't go that far…" Once they separated, Courtney added, "But we definitely are friends."

"Well… Beings Fs is good, too," Candace happily mumbled, lying back down and crawling under the covers. "Thanks for telling me that. Now if you don't mind, it's getting late and I've had an exhausting day…"

"I can imagine…" With one last wave, Courtney got up and walked out of the tent to give Candace some well-earned rest.

*T*S*R*

Still sitting on the end the dock, Marilee let her feet dangle as she stared back at her reflection in the water. She couldn't believe how badly that day had turned out. Admittedly, she had wanted to be less attached to Keith, but she had never wanted to be free of him like this!

And she couldn't believe she had actually cried because of him. She could only recall several times in her life, but they were hardly ever in front of people that weren't relatives. Did that… mean something?

Before she could decipher that anymore, someone slowly sat down next to her. Marilee looked to her left to see Jovie looking back at her with sympathy-filled eyes. In her hands was a simple box of apple juice, which she held out to Marilee. "I thought you'd need this. I'm really sorry, girl."

Pushing her perfectly coifed bangs out of her face, she gave her friend a small smile and accepted the juice. "It won't be too bad, I guess. And there's no need to be sorry." She sipped some of the juice and added, "It's not your fault."

Jovie gave Marilee her most convincing grin, trying her best not to look guilty. She didn't have to know she was the one who hit Keith with her paint shuriken…

"It's still too bad, though," Jovie said, patting the blonde on the back.

Marilee shrugged, a small sniffle escaping from her. "Maybe we needed a break," she mumbled, looking back down at her reflection and continuing to drink her juice.

Jovie wrapped an arm around her friend, trying to shrug off the guilt she was feeling for hurting her friend so badly…

*T*S*R*

Nighttime had officially fallen. Most of the campers had retired to their cabins by then, but one girl has escaped her cabin momentarily and was heading toward the other. She was getting ready to knock on the door when a certain Goth girl opened it before she could.

Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Selena? Weird, I was just leaving to talk to you…"

Selena uncurled the fist she was going to use to knock on the door with and rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. "Really? 'Cause I just wanted to tell you something…"

"Me too…"

"I'm sorry," they simultaneously said.

"What?" Gwen asked, raising an eyebrow. "What are you sorry for?"

"For trying to get you eliminated," Selena confessed, scuffing one of the wood planks of the deck with her boot. "And for basically getting Zack eliminated." She looked back up at her, raising her eyebrow as well. "What are you sorry for?"

"I pretty much started the whole thing," Gwen guiltily admitted. "I didn't have to be such a jerk to you. You never would have tried attacking me if I hadn't. I just wanted to start fresh and be the bigger person so we can get this whole thing-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Selena interrupted, suddenly looking appalled. "You think you're the bigger person here?" She shook her head and scoffed. "Nuh uh, sister, I'm being the bigger person by apologizing to you!"

Gwen glared at her. "You're out of your mind! I never would have been so awful to you in the first place if you hadn't brain-washed my brother! I'm the bigger person!"

"OR," Selena emphasized, "maybe if you had realized Zack's elimination was not purposely caused by me and gotten the heck over it, you could have avoided being so mean to me! But you didn't, so I'm being the bigger person by being more forgiving of you than you should be of me, but I guess that makes you a big person, but I'm still bigger so it's more like you're the little person and I'm the big person and… and…" Cross-eyed from her run-on sentence, she gripped her spinning head and shut her eyes. "Wh-what did I just say?…"

Gwen held her hands up in defeat and said, "You know, we're both sorry. Let's just say we're both big people. No need to start another feud between us over who's more sorry than the other."

Shaking the pain out of her head, Selena looked back at Gwen and smiled. "Sounds good to me."

The two shook on it, then Gwen emerged back into her cabin as Selena walked back to hers.

I know I like sour gummi worms and red cream soda… I'm not so sure about combining the two, though…

But I'm sorry this is kinda short. I hope it was at least sweet :3 ... And sad :c