Author's Note: I'll put the votes for each couple to the right of their names, and the "X" for them being voted off on the left.
-Izzy and Owen-0
-Heather and Justin-0
-Lindsay and Tyler-0
-LeShawna and Harold-0
-Beth and Cody-1
-Eva and Ezekiel-0
-Bridgette and Geoff-0
-Gwen and Trent-17
-Courtney and Duncan-20
-Sadie and DJ-0
-Katie and Noah-1
"Just for the sake of ratings, I won't make the readers choose. You know, lawsuits and all," Chris waves his hand dismissively. "So, here's your prize: you're all going to be watching Psycho Killer with a Chainsaw and a Hook… Two. Before it comes out in theaters. Even scarier than the first one, even the director and costume designers were scared out of their wits. Think you can handle it?" Chris raises an eyebrow at Duncan and Gwen, who weren't scared of the first movie.
"Definitely," they say.
At the movie theater, which Chef had so kindly decorated with fake blood and pictures of the psycho killer, the couples sat in seats off by themselves. Duncan forced Courtney to sit close to the screen with him, Trent and Gwen sat near the middle, and Bridgette begged Geoff to sit in the back. Duncan casually tossed his arm over the top of Courtney's chair. She eyed his arm suspiciously.
"You know, I'm not going to be scared of this stupid fiction story," Courtney says, crossing her arms. Duncan shrugs.
"Whatever you say, Sweetheart."
TEN MINUTES INTO THE MOVIE
Courtney is practically in Duncan's lap, Gwen and Trent are clinging to each other, and Bridgette's face is buried in Geoff's chest. The guys had already shared multiple thumbs-up throughout the beginning of the movie as their crushes screamed in terror.
"T-This is a lot sc-scarier than the f-first movie," Gwen stuttered, trembling in Trent's arms. Just as the psycho killer started chopping his next victim up with a butcher's knife, Gwen buried her face in Trent's chest while Trent rubbed her back.
"I hear ya," Trent agreed. Sure, he was scared, but it was a fun-scared, especially with Gwen clinging to him.
"Tell me a story to distract me," Gwen pleaded as the killer went in for the massacre.
"I can't think of a story right now, sorry," Trent replies, "But hopefully this will be just as good?" He leans over and kisses Gwen, who wraps her arms around his neck.
After another blood-bath, Courtney quivered and covered her eyes. Duncan's arms were wrapped around Courtney, and Duncan flashed a thumbs-up to Geoff and Trent. They returned it as their own girlfriends dove in their laps.
"I thought you said you weren't going to be scared of this 'stupid fiction story'," Duncan quoted quietly. He smirked. Courtney knew he was joking, but it offered her little comfort.
"Real funny, Duncan. Just be happy you're the only one I have to hide behind during the mov--" Courtney is interrupted with a blood-curdling scream, which makes Courtney yelp in response. Duncan chuckles.
"Duncan! Just because you find these bloodbaths entertaining doesn't mean I do! You are--" Courtney is interrupted by another scream and the grinding of human bones in a wood-chipper. Courtney's high-pitched scream practically made Duncan's ears bleed (but not really).
"Ow! Jeez, Courtney, get a grip. You said it yourself: this movie is fiction. Besides, I'm going to have to get a hearing aide soon if you keep screaming like that right in my ear," Duncan chided.
"I'm sorry! It's not like you're trying to do anything to calm me down or whatever," Courtney replied coldly.
"You're right, we are a couple," Duncan says softly, his lips right by Courtney's ear. Then he kisses her briefly. But Courtney holds her hand out.
"Duncan, this is not going to turn into a big make-out session," she said. Duncan smirked.
"What if I want it to be?" he asked, kissing her again. And this time, Courtney didn't fight back.
"Are you scared, too?" Bridgette asked, her face in Geoff's chest.
"'Course. The killer just shoved that guy into a car recycler. You had your eyes closed again-- you know that thing with the concrete hammer things that crunch the car up into a small cube?" Geoff replied. Bridgette rolled her eyes in the darkness of the theater. Geoff just doesn't know the right thing to say sometimes, she thinks.
"I'm sorry, I guess that didn't really help," Geoff apologizes. Now he's getting it. Bridgette shrugs.
"No, really, I'm sorry," Geoff insists. He tilts Bridgette's chin up so that she was looking at him. What is he saying?, Bridgette thought. Geoff chuckled at Bridgette's curious expression and explained himself-- by kissing her, that is.
"How was the movie?" Chris asked as the couples walked out, hand in hand. The girls were all pale-faced (from fear) but also red-cheeked (from kissing). The guys just gave Chris a thumbs-up and a huge grin. "Uh-huh, that's what I thought," Chris said, winking. Back at camp, Chris herded everybody towards the campfire.
"Okay, since this is the first campfire ceremony, we have a huge tie. A seven-way tie, in fact. A tie for last. The voters have been sticking to voting for just a couple of couples. Remember, voters, vote for a different couple each chapter if you want or else it will be up to me to choose the losing couple," Chris says. Lindsay giggles nervously. Everybody stares at her. Dumb blonde, Gwen thinks.
"Alri-i-ight…" Chris says, "Anyway, the winner is Duncan and Courtney, with 20 votes. How about a kiss for ratings?"
"No, it's o--" Duncan smiles and pulls Courtney up off her stump, interrupting her. He puts his hands around her waist and then he dips her. Courtney slides her arms around Duncan's neck just as their lips touch. "Awww," all the girls say.
"Alright that's good," Chris says, signaling for them to stop. But they don't. "I said that's good!" Their lips don't part.
"THAT IS VERY GOOD THANKS!" Chris yells into a microphone. Courtney yelps as she and Duncan pull away, and Duncan almost drops her. But he grabs her waist just before she falls.
"Now," Chris continues, glaring at Duncan, "The loser is… hmm… Lindsay and Tyler, with 0 votes." Lindsay and Tyler walk down the Dock of Shame and climb into the Boat of Losers, which floats away into the distance.
