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-33

X-Lindsay and Tyler-0

X-LeShawna and Harold-4

X-Beth and Cody-4

X-Eva and Ezekiel-0

-Bridgette and Geoff-39

-Gwen and Trent-86

-Courtney and Duncan-109

X-Sadie and DJ-2

-Katie and Noah-37

"I think Fitzwilliam Darcy, the main male protagonist in Pride and Prejudice, would wear gold-buckled black shoes with white tights, since this was back in the 1700s. Black shorts would go over the tights, and a tucked-in white shirt would cover his torso. The sleeves would be puffy, with crisp white cuffs. A black vest would cover part of the white shirt, and be buttoned with gold, emblemmed buttons crafted in England. A red scarf would drape around his neck, tuck into his vest, and stick out in a puffy fashion. A big black hat with a wide brim and a long white feather would sit, tilted, on his head," Noah says, addressing the mannequin's outfit. Now it was Katie's turn.

"I believe that Jane Bennet, the prettiest and eldest daughter of Mr. Bennet in Pride and Prejudice, would wear a thick, frilly petticoat and a lace corset under her dress. Her dress would be a white silk dress down to her bowed blue flats, since she was a farm girl. A blue silk drawstring would tie in a bow right beneath her bust. Silver rings would litter her fingers, since of course she was rich. A silk blue bonnet with a white silk brim and chin strap would mat down her glossy, blonde, curly hair," Katie explains.

"That would look so cute!" Sadie calls from the audience. Katie and Noah were performing on the same runway Justin and Heather had.

"Oh my gosh, I so totally know, right?" Katie exclaims back.

"Eeeeee!" they both squeal. Noah rolls his eyes, but smiles at Katie.


"Alright, you all had your fun competing against your couple. Now here are the winners: Out of Justin and Heather, Justin won."

"WHAT?" Heather shouts. But Chris ignores her as she keeps ranting, and he continues, "Out of Trent and Gwen, Gwen wins." Trent nudges Gwen and smiles.

"Out of Courtney and Duncan, Courtney wins." Duncan pulls Courtney into his lap. She tries to resist, but she's not trying very hard.

"Out of Bridgette and Geoff, Bridgette wins."

"What?" Bridgette asks, "But I fell off my board!"

"Geoff caught you. Then, when he threw you in the air to start swimming for shore, he dove in first. You won," Chris explains. Bridgette looks at Geoff.

"Did you mean to dive in first?" Bridgette asks. Geoff answers her with a smile. They start kissing.

"Out of Noah and Katie, Katie wins." Noah bumps Katie's knee with his, and she smiles. He shyly drapes his arm over her shoulders, and she leans against his shoulder. Score, Noah thinks.

"Alright, everybody head over to the baseball field!" Chris calls, pointing behind the campers. They all whip around to see that, miraculously, Chef had already built a baseball stadium. "Now this is not a challenge, but just a socializing activity. Go!"

The campers run into the stadium onto the soft green grass ball field. "I'm sitting out," Noah says. "I hate sports." Katie volunteers to sit out with Noah, too.

"Alright, so how about the teams are Bridgette, Geoff, me, and Courtney and Heather, Justin, Gwen, and Trent?" Duncan suggests.

"Whatever," they all agree.

"We bat first!" Geoff exclaims, grabbing the bat. He tosses it to Duncan, and Duncan hands it to Courtney.

"There you go, Princess," he says, kneeling like a knight and handing the bat to her like a sword.

"Uh… I this I'll sit this one out," Courtney says, putting her hand on the bat to push it away. Duncan places his hand over Courtney's.

"Please play, Courtney?" he asks, sticking out his bottom lip. Courtney laughs, then sighs.

"Alright, fine," she says, grabbing the baseball bat and stepping up to the plate.

"Uh, Princess?"

"What?"

"Stand on the other side of the plate since you're right-handed."

"Pff. I knew that," she says, moving to the other side.

"Uh, Princess?"

"What?" Courtney doesn't take her eyes off Heather, the pitcher, who is grinning at Courtney. But all of a sudden, Courtney feels arms around her shoulders. Bulging muscles graze her arms. She looks over her shoulder. Duncan.

"I can handle this, Duncan," Courtney informs him, blushing. He laughs.

"Oh, yes, I can see that," he says, ignoring Courtney and putting his hands over hers on the baseball bat. "You have to put your hands like this."

But Courtney was hardly paying attention. His bare arms are on mine, she obsesses. Both of them had taken off their shirts a while ago since it was so hot. Now they were only in white tank tops.

All of a sudden Duncan's hand was on her thigh. "And move your foot over here," he instructs. Then he backs away. Courtney sees Geoff give Duncan a thumbs-up from the corner of her eye. Heather pitches the ball, and Courtney swings. She misses. Duncan yelps, and Courtney turns around.

Duncan is on the ground, holding his, um, discreet parts.

"Omigosh, Duncan, I'm so sorry!" Courtney exclaims, dropping the bat and putting her hand on Duncan's shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Yep," Duncan says in a high-pitched voice. "Just hit the other balls." This time, Courtney hits the baseball and she makes it to first base.


About halfway into the third inning, a group of teenage boys walks into the stadium. Geoff, Duncan, and Trent walk up to them. "Why are you guys here?" Geoff asks.

"Chris said we could come," one guy says.

"Where did you come from?" Trent asks.

"You don't need to know that," another guy says, winks, and the new guys rough-house all the way into the dugout.

At the beginning of the fifth inning, when Duncan was just scoring a run, a guy sits down next to Courtney in the dugout. "Hey, I'm Rick," he says.

"Hi," Courtney replies, not looking at Rick.

"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" he asks.

"Courtney."

"Well, Courtney, I have a challenge for you," Rick says, grinning. Courtney continues to stare at the ball field.

"What?"

"Keep your elbows at your side and bring them around to your stomach. Try to touch your elbows together."

"I'm not doing that," Courtney says.

"C'mon, it's easy!" Rick says, "Well, nevermind. You're probably not flexible enough to do it anyways." He shrugs. Courtney's lips tighten into a straight line.

"I so can do it!" she protests, putting her elbows at her sides. Right before she does it, though, Duncan comes into the dugout and grabs Courtney's wrists. He was back from his turn at bat.

"Don't do that," he says, "That's just a perverted way for guys to look at a girl's cleavage when they're wearing a low shirt." Courtney gasps and stands up. She turns to Rick and slaps him.

"Asshole!" Courtney shouts, stomping out of the dugout. She sits in the other team's dugout next to Gwen.

"She's hot," Rick says, staring across the field at Courtney.

"And she's my girlfriend," Duncan retorts, "So back off." Duncan leaves the dugout and heads for Courtney.


Katie, Gwen, Courtney, and Bridgette were huddled in a circle in the outfield. They were using their mitts to block the sun from their eyes.

"Those new guys got to go," Katie says. They all agree. "I was in the dugout with Noah, but I decided to join the game just so I could get away from those pervy freaks hanging in the dugout."

"Duncan was at bat and one guy named Rick tried to look at my cleavage," Courtney says, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I bent down to grab a baseball off the floor of the dugout and somebody slapped my butt!" Bridgette exclaims. "And it was not Geoff, since he was at the water cooler."

"I know! Several guys snapped my bra strap when I was sitting with Trent. He was getting pissed off," Gwen explains. The girls shook their heads in disapprovement at the new boys.


"Those guys have been flirting with our girlfriends way too much," Geoff says.

"They have to leave. Like, now," says Trent.

"Boys, I think it's time we've taught those guys a lesson," Duncan threatens, punching a fist into his other hand. The guys grin.