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-31
X-Lindsay and Tyler-0
X-LeShawna and Harold-4
X-Beth and Cody-4
X-Eva and Ezekiel-0
-Bridgette and Geoff-38
-Gwen and Trent-84
-Courtney and Duncan-108
X-Sadie and DJ-2
-Katie and Noah-36
"Here's your 'juvie cells'!" Chris announces, leading Courtney and Duncan down a concrete hallway. There were security cameras about every 3 meters, on each side of the hallway. "Good luck getting past those." Chris points to a beeping camera with a red light, following their every movement. At the end of the hallway were two cells, with iron bars.
"The cells have the same supplies in them. Find supplies to help you escape. The first one who escapes your cell and runs down the hallway to the beach, wins," Chris explains, locking Duncan and Courtney in their juvie cells. He leaves, and walks down the hallway. After about 100 meters, the concrete floor ends abruptly and the beach sand begins. The whole 'juvie' set-up was made entirely by Chef. "GO!"
Duncan starts searching everywhere in the room, throwing supplies into the middle of the floor. Once all the supplies were salvaged, he started sorting what he had so far.
An hour and a half passes.
Duncan hears a squishing sound from the hallway. He looks up, and sees Courtney on the ceiling. She has red rubber cups on her hands and feet. She slips her hands out of the suction cups and hangs by her feet. With a backflip, she slides her feet out of the cups and lands on her feet.
Duncan runs up to the metal bars and grips them in his hands. "Sweetheart! I'm impressed! How'd you escape?" Duncan asks. Courtney has a smug smile on her face.
"Not telling," she says, and starts running down the hall. Duncan stares at her butt as she runs.
As if she were reading his mind, she shouts, "Stop staring at my butt!" over her shoulder. Her cheeks were pink. Duncan sighs, smiling, and lays down on his bunk, waiting for Chef to come and get him.
Within a couple minutes, Chef had gotten Duncan and was walking him down the hallway. "I would have expected more from you, Soldier," Chef growls. Duncan just shrugs, and Chef grimaces at the lovey-dovey look on his face.
"Congrats," Duncan says, smiling, hugging Courtney with his hands on her butt. She tries to wiggle out of his grasp, and he laughs. "You have a great ass, Princess."
Courtney gasps, then blushes, scowls, and looks at her feet. Duncan chuckles and lifts Courtney's chin up. "That's what us guys would call a compliment," Duncan says.
Duncan picks Courtney up in his arms, and she smiles. Courtney reaches up and kisses Duncan.
"DUNCAN! COURTNEY!" Trent yells. They were half-way down the beach walking hand-in-hand. Duncan turns around.
"What do you want, Trent?" Duncan called back.
"HELP ME!" Trent shouts. Duncan and Courtney turn around and start walking towards Trent.
"What do you need help with?" Duncan asks jokingly. "Untie me?!" Trent says obviously. Duncan sighs, smiling, and unties Trent.
"Where's Gwen?" Courtney asks. Trent nods towards the mound of sand. "Under there?!" Trent nods again.
"Chef and Chris tied me up, and Heather hid the walkie-talkie in the sand so I couldn't talk to Gwen," Trent explains.
"Evil bitch," Courtney mutters, searching for the walkie-talkie.
"Princess!" Duncan fake-scolds, chuckling.
"Well, she is," Courtney insists, holding up the walkie-talkie. She turns up the volume, and holds the walkie-talkie by Trent's mouth.
"Gwen, Gwen, are you there?" Trent asks. There's a pause.
"Of course I'm here. I'm stuck underground. Where would I go?" Gwen asks. Trent detects some harshness in her voice. By now, Duncan had untied Trent and they were beginning to dig up Gwen. Courtney was sitting with the walkie-talkie on high volume so they could all hear Gwen.
"Hey, Gwen, it's Courtney," she says, "Duncan and I just got here to help Trent out."
"Help? Trent? But Trent ran away," Gwen says coldly.
"Huh? No he didn't. He was tied up right here when--"
Trent grabs the walkie-talkie from Courtney. "Gwen! I would never leave you. Heather lied about all that. Justin was holding my mouth shut so I couldn't say anything." he says.
"But Justin was exercising," Gwen insists.
"No, Gwen, Heather lied about that too. I was next to you the whole 2 hours, except you were stuck in a glass case underground and I was tied up aboveground. Oh, and Heather stole my walkie-talkie, turned the volume down, and hid it in the sand so I couldn't talk to you," Trent explains.
"Hey, Trent, I've hit glass," Duncan calls. Trent jumps into the hole to dig out the remaining sand.
"Don't worry, Gwen, Trent and Duncan are there to dig you up right now," Courtney says. The last bit of sand was thrown up, and Duncan hops out of the pit. He puts his arm around Courtney and says, "C'mon, Princess." They walk away.
Trent pries open the glass lid and Gwen jumps into his arms. "Oh my God, Gwen, you're shaking!" he exclaims. She pulls away from him.
"Sorry," she mumbles. But Trent pulls Gwen closer to him, and Gwen huddles next to his chest.
"You're sorry? Chris should be sorry," Trent whispers into Gwen's ear. "Don't worry, we'll get revenge." Gwen smiles.
"I don't want us to get too competitive and get angry at each other," Geoff says, his hands on Bridgette's waist. She giggles as the drawstrings on Geoff's swim trunks tickle her belly button.
"Of course we won't get too competitive," Bridgette insists, standing on tip-toe to kiss Geoff on the cheek.
"Alright! Get your surfboards and head out! The one who stands on their board longest wins! You get bonus time for any tricks," Chris reminds them, "Chef will write down all bonuses and who crashes first. Ahh! I'll be in my tent. It's starting to rain, and my hair will get frizzy!"
Chris walks away, leaving Geoff, Bridgette, and Chef on the beach. Gray storm clouds collected overhead. "Well, let's finish this before I get any more soaked," Chef complains. Geoff and Bridgette grab their surfboards and swim out into the ocean.
"Be careful, Bridge, the storm is making waves nastier than usual," Geoff warns.
"I got it, Geoff. You be careful too." They smile at each other. Both of them crouch as the huge wave lifts them up, and they stand up slowly. Bridgette surfs off, towards the part of the wave that was starting to fold over. She shoots through the tunnel, one hand grazing the flowing water on a side of the tunnel. Bridgette takes a sharp turn, and exits the tunnel. Mist hits her face and Bridgette smiles. Almost like California, she thinks.
Bridgette puts a hand on the edge of the board, and pulls it up. The board shoots to the top of the wave and Bridgette crashes through the white foam into the air. Her hand still on the board, she spins in a circle and lands back on the wave.
Bridgette was slowly walking towards the front of the surfboard to Hang Ten when her board his a gray triangle poking out of the water. She screams as she's catapulted into the air.
All of a sudden, Geoff appears below her and Bridgette falls right into his arms. "Nice catch," Bridgette says, out of breath.
"You ran into a shark," Geoff says grimly. He places Bridgette on his board, but he still holds her hand.
"Oh my gosh!" Bridgette exclaims, pointing behind them. A dark torpedo-shape was gliding through the water -- right towards Geoff and Bridgette.
"We have to swim for shore!" Geoff says, "Ready?" Bridgette nods, and Geoff throws her high into the air. Bridgette screams, and Geoff dives into the water. Bridgette rotates in the air, and dives underwater, also.
"Swim, Bridge, swim!" Geoff shouts. They swim, side by side, towards the shore and collapse on the sand, tired.
"Alright. Good job… I guess," Chef growls, walking away. Geoff and Bridgette make out on the beach, laying in the sand and rain.
