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A/N: Stories will be typed like this.
Noah sighed and looked at Duncan and Chris, He knew they would laugh but he really didn't have much of a choice but to tell them, He looked at Chef who seemed like he didn't really want Noah to say anything but Noah had no choice…..
"C'mon!" Duncan shouted "I wanna know!"
"Alright…." Noah sighed
After that stupid scavenger hunt Noah gave up within the first hour honestly! Which really didn't matter because he planned on staying on the island anyway. So everyone left and all sorts of chaos started, Noah enjoyed the peace and went to the kitchen to find some food.
"WHAT'CHU DOIN FOOL?" Chef yelled "WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT COMING IN HERE AND EATING ALL THE GOOD FOOD?"
"I thought you left" Noah told him
"LEAVE?" Chef asked "WHY WOULD I LEAVE THE CAMP?"
"Haven't you heard?" Noah asked "This place is a town beyond the island….It's just a summer camp in a town"
"FOR REAL?" Chef asked
"Yes" Noah told him
"WHY DIDN'T YOU GO?" Chef asked
"That would be pointless" Noah told him "The others will lose for sure! They left the so called island….."
"C'mon!" Chef grabbed Noah "WERE GOIN OUT!"
"Excuse me?" Noah asked "I'd rather not go anywhere with anyone…..Especially you"
Chef ignored Noah and drug him out anyway, The two strolled around the area with Noah complaining almost every step. Chef finally found what he was hoping he would find.
"A bar?" Noah asked "I'm underage!"
"So?" Chef asked "You're with me! I want booze and you need some to lighten up!"
"I don't want to drink" Noah crossed his arms
Noah ended up walking into the bar with Chef, after an hour of drinking shots Chef looked around to find that Noah had found a Tutu from some other drunken girl and put it on! Noah was now dancing on tables at the bar! When Noah was drunk he could be a pole dancer if he wanted.
"WHOOOOOO!" Chef cheered the drunken boy on "THAT'S MY BOY!"
Some 40 some year old creeps all lined and asked Chef if he was the boys pimp and when Chef saw that some were willing to pay up to $300 for some time with Noah then he wasn't going to say no!
The first man in line handed Chef the $300 and looked at Chef
"His name is Noah?" The man asked
"Yeah, but how did you know that?" Chef asked "See the show he's on?"
"Yeah…." The man told him "You're Chef Hatchet?
"Uh…Yeah?" Chef agreed "Do you want the boy or not?"
"Chef Hatchet, My name is Arnold Simmons and I'm an off duty police officer" Arnold told him "You're under arrest for supplying alcohol to minors and child prostitution!"
"WHAT?" Noah jumped off the table drunkenly "YOU CAN'T DO THAT! HE'S MY GUARDIAN! I DON'T MIND, I FEEL SOOOO PRETTY! I'M A REALITY TV STAR IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOWWWWWW!"
"I don't really care" Arnold told him and slapped the cuffs on Noah "You're under arrest for underage drinking and prostitution!"
"That's how we got here" Chef crossed his arms "It's all your fault" Chef glared at Noah
"Mine?" Noah asked "You tried to sell me! Now I have a headache and no back up clothes!"
"You offered to sell yourself" Chef told him "You put the Tutu on! This is not my fault!"
"Where were you during all this?" Bridgette asked Chris "You couldn't have found us sooner?"
"I just wanna go home!" DJ sobbed "I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING NEARLY AS BAD AS EVERYONE ELSE!"
"What did you do?" Gwen asked DJ
"Well…." DJ sobbed
DJ only wanted to go into town for one thing! To write a letter to his mom! He finally got it to the mail box when the police arrested him for copyright.
DJ wrote….
Dear Mom,
I'm doing fine! You're on my mind, you asked me what I wanted to be and I think the answer is plain to see! I wanna be famous!
Love you Mama,
DJ
"TALK ABOUT CREEPY!" DJ yelled "How did they even know what I wrote?"
"Where the hell were you when all this was happening, Duncan?" Courtney rolled her eyes "I thought for sure you would be the first one here!"
"You thought wrong" Duncan told her smirking "How did you end up here anyway?"