Author's Note: I'll put the votes for each couple to the right of their names, and an "X" for them being voted off on the left.
X-Izzy and Owen-3
-Heather and Justin-30
X-Lindsay and Tyler-0
X-LeShawna and Harold-4
X-Beth and Cody-4
X-Eva and Ezekiel-0
-Bridgette and Geoff-35
-Gwen and Trent-81
-Courtney and Duncan-105
X-Sadie and DJ-2
-Katie and Noah-32
"What a better way to get used to being back at Camp Wawanakwa than a contest, right?" Chris exclaims to the campers, who groan. "No, listen! This is a good contest!" The campers roll their eyes at the words 'good contest', which is impossible for Chris.
But he continues, "The campers will verse their boyfriend or girlfriend in a contest of the couple's choice. Fair, right? The winner of the contest will get either a luxury shower or a trip to the spa. Sorry, but the other boyfriend or girlfriend will be stuck at camp with our sucky showers and Chef's food." Chris laughs. "So pick your contest!"
(Author's Note: Thank you so much to my reviewers! You guys give me so many good ideas! I try to use them all. Speaking of good ideas, I have to give props to Alex-Sari-Story-Productions, who gave me the idea for this whole contest! She even gave me a couple ideas for the mini-contests each couple would be doing. Thanks Alex-Sari-Story-Productions!)
Justin makes some hand motions.
"Uh, sure, we can have a modeling contest… I must warn you, I dominate when I'm on the runway," Heather warns. She turns to a hand-mirror and Justin rolls his eyes behind her back.
"I saw that," Heather snaps, waving her mirror.
"So what do you want to do, Gwen?" Trent asks.
"Definitely not the phobia challenge from TDI," Gwen replies.
"And there you have it!" Chris exclaims, coming up to Gwen, "You two will do the phobia challenge!"
"What?" Trent asks, "Gwen said she didn't want to do that challenge!"
"If she just speaks a challenge, then that's the one you're doing," Chris replies.
"That's not fair!" Gwen shrieks.
"Life isn't fair," Chris says, walking off. Gwen falls into Trent's hug.
Courtney was sitting in Duncan's lap, leaning against his torso. "What challenge do you want to do?" she asks.
"Any challenge you can do without hurting yourself," Duncan replies, lightly touching the brace on Courtney's sprained wrist. She pulls her arm back self-consciously.
"Any contest?" Chris asks, sneaking up behind Duncan. "Alright, you guys can try to escape from a fake juvie cell!"
"Oh, Duncan, that would be fun!" Courtney exclaims.
"Yeah…fun…" he says, thinking of his days in juvie. Duncan grimaces.
"Great!" Chris exclaims, jogging off.
"You pick what we do," Geoff says.
"No, you pick," Bridgette replies, smiling.
"No, you."
"No, you."
"No, you."
"No, you!"
They start making out. "How about surfing?" Chris asks, causing them to jump out of each other's lip-lock.
"Sure," they say simultaneously, and they start kissing again as Chris runs away.
"We could read Pride and Prejudice and answer questions about the book," Noah says.
"Or we could design clothes!" Katie exclaims. They look warily at each other.
"We could… design clothes for what people might've worn in Pride and Prejudice and then write a paragraph describing why we chose those clothes," Noah compromises.
"Eeeeee!" Katie squeals, kissing Noah on the cheek.
Justin and Heather were standing behind a red velvet curtain, getting ready for their runway walk. Justin was wearing black ironed tuxedo with a crisp black tie and shiny black shoes. Heather was wearing a sparkly black cocktail dress with black high heels and a black clutch purse.
Chris slides open the curtain and Justin steps out onto the runway. He pauses, poses, and continues walking. The contestants that were already voted off were sitting in the stands, golf-clapping. As Justin poses at the end of the runway, he takes off his jacket and flips it over his shoulder.
Owen faints. As Justin is walking back, Owen cries out, "His butt is so toned!"
Before he disappears backstage, Justin flips his hair and smiles at the audience. Owen faints again. Backstage, Justin laughs and runs a hand through his hair.
"Oh, I will 'beat that'!" Heather replies, scowling as Justin struts away.
Heather prowls onto the stage, and poses. She walks to the end of the runway and poses. She walks back, and before she disappears behind the curtain, Heather tries to flick her hair behind her shoulder. But the push from her hand shoves her wig off her head. She screams, grabs her wig, and runs off-stage.
When she's gone, the audience cracks up.
"Go ahead! Hug me!" Trent cries out, throwing his arms open. The mime slow-motion runs towards Trent, like in a sappy "re-united" movie scene.
"Hurry up!" Trent yells. The mime runs at a normal pace and hugs Trent, who winces.
"Trent, you did it!" Gwen screams, kissing him on the cheek. Trent releases the mime and lifts Gwen in the air, who giggles. But then her face falls as she remembers that she still has to do her challenge.
"Ready, Gwen?" Trent asks, putting her down and holding her hand tightly. She nods and they walk over to the pit in the sand.
Trent lowers Gwen into the same glass case from TDI last year. "I won't leave you this time, Gwen," Trent assures her.
"Promise?" Gwen asks from within the glass.
"Promise."
Trent closes the hatch and Chef starts shoveling sand into the pit. Trent waves his walkie-talkie at Gwen and she smiles, clutching her walkie-talkie tightly.
After Gwen is buried, she asks, "Trent?" through her walkie-talkie.
"Yeah?" he replies.
"J-just making sure they worked," Gwen says, referring to the walkie-talkies.
"Alright. Don't worry, Gwen I'll be here," Trent says, sitting by the timer.
Nine minutes later, Gwen asks, "How much time left?"
"A minute."
"And then you'll come dig me up, right, Trent?" Gwen asks. There's silence from the other end of the walkie-talkies. "Trent? Hello? Trent?!"
Meanwhile, Chef is holding Trent down in the sand. "Dudes! Give me my walkie-talkie! I need to talk to Gwen!" Trent shouts.
"No way, dude," Chris answers, wiggling his walkie-talkie in the air. Chef started tying Trent up.
"What the heck are you doing? I had to dig Gwen up two minutes ago!" Trent exclaims.
"Exactly," Chris says. Chef sticks the end of the rope under a boulder. Chris and Chef walk away, with Trent yelling after them.
I have to get that walkie-talkie, Trent thinks, eyeing the radio three feet away. Trent stretches, but his arms are tied up and the boulder is holding him back. He lays on his back in the sand and stretches out his foot. It touches the hard metal of the walkie-talkie. Yes!
He drags the walkie-talkie closer to him, and soon it's lying at his knees. How do I press the button if my hands are tied up?
Trent eventually works the walkie-talkie between his knees. Gwen is alerted by all the static from the other line and she says, "Trent? Are you there?"
He squeezes the walkie-talkie with his knees, pressing the button. He bends himself in half and says into the speaker, "Yeah, but… I'm kinda tied up right now."
"I don't care what you're doing up there! Just get me out of here! Trent… ugh, it's scary," Gwen begs.
"No, Gwen, listen, I really can't dig you up beca--" "Trent!" Gwen exclaims.
"Listen! I can't dig you up because Chris and Chef came and tied me up. They tied me to a boulder and I can't get anywhere near the shovel," Trent excuses.
"How long will it take, then, until I'm dug up?" Gwen asks.
"I'm…not sure, Gwen. I'm sorry. But I'll be right here with the walkie-talkie, I promise," Trent says.
"And there's nobody else up there?" Gwen asks. Trent looks around.
"Actually, here comes Heather," he answers. Underground, Gwen's eyes widen. "Trent, don't--" she starts to say. Above ground, Heather asks Trent what he's doing.
"Talking to Gwen on the walkie-talkie. Could you please untie me?! I need to dig Gwen up!" Trent exclaims. Heather gasps in mock horror.
"How long has poor Gwen been stuck underground?" she asks, a hand on her collarbone in fake-shock. "About thirteen minutes now," Trent answers.
"And she was only supposed to be down there for ten minutes? Oh, gee, that's horrid!" Heather exclaims, walking off, arm-in-arm with Justin.
"Heather! Help?!" Trent calls after her. She turns around, and walks back, giggling.
"Oh, silly me. I forgot!" she excuses herself, bending over. Her hands reach for the knot in the rope, but snatch the walkie-talkie from Trent's knees.
"Hey!" Trent exclaims.
"Uh, Gwen, this is Heather in case you didn't already know," Heather says cockily, motioning at Justin. He runs over and holds Trent's mouth shut. Heather puts her hand on her waist, waiting for a reply.
"Heather, where's Trent?" Gwen asks coldly.
"Oh, he got tied up by Chef Chris," answers Heather. She grins evilly.
Gwen sighs over the walkie-talkie, "Yes, I know that." Heather's eyebrows furrow in disappointment, hoping to have been the one to break the bad news.
"Well, I just untied him," Heather says, coming up with a scheme. There is some static from the other end.
"You?" Gwen asks.
"Mm-hmm."
"Then where is he?" Gwen asks, exasperated.
"Well, he ran off to go get something. He should be back soon," Heather says.
"Why didn't he untie me first?" Gwen asks. Trent heard disappointment in her voice, so he tried to wiggle out of Justin's grip. No luck.
"Don't know. Hopefully he'll be back soon…" Heather says with fake sympathy.
"But, why can't you dig me out?" Gwen asks.
"New manicure. Sorry, Gwen," Heather replies, waving her fingertips even though Gwen can't see her.
"What about Justin?"
"Justin is exercising somewhere on the island. He has to maintain that 16-pack he has," Heather says, winking at Justin, who winks back. Heather giggles.
"Isn't there anybody else?" Gwen asks desperately, her voice shaking. Heather sucks air through her teeth.
"Ooooh, sorry, Gwen, nope! There's nobody on the beach!" Heather says, eyes boring into Trent. Trent yells into Justin's hand, which muffles his voice. "What was that?"
"Just Owen. In the bathroom," Heather says, hiding a giggle in her palm. "Ew. But wait, I thought you said there was nobody on the beach," Gwen accuses.
"Newsflash, the bathroom isn't on the beach. Well, see ya, Gwen!" Heather exclaims, turning the walkie-talkie volume as low as it can go and dropping the device into the sand. "Come on, Justin."
He runs after her and bumps her hip with his hip.
"Ohh, I love it when you're naughty, too!" Heather shrieks, pulling Justin in for a kiss.
Trent gags.
