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-40

X-Lindsay and Tyler-0

X-LeShawna and Harold-4

X-Beth and Cody-4

X-Eva and Ezekiel-0

-Bridgette and Geoff-44

-Gwen and Trent-96

-Courtney and Duncan-118

X-Sadie and DJ-2

-Katie and Noah-43

"Gwen!" Trent shouts, hand outreached. She had just fainted across the room. Bridgette and Courtney run over to Gwen's limp body. Trent winces as he tries to get out of bed, but Courtney tells him to stay in bed.

Together, Bridgette and Courtney lift Gwen's body into Trent's bed. They run to get Chef as Trent wraps his arms around Gwen. "Gwen? Gwen?"

Eventually, Chef runs into the hospital with his tutu and unitard on. Trent would have laughed if this wasn't such a serious situation. But Duncan laughs. Who could blame him? He was on really strong painkillers from his injuries, so he was kind of woozy.

After several tests, Chef announces, "Gwen will be fine. She just needs some sleep. She fainted from lack of rest, I'd say." Trent nods and tightens his lips. Just as I'd told her, Trent thinks.

Hours later, Gwen starts to wake up. "Gwen?" Trent asks.

"Trent?" she mumbles, "Gosh, I have the worst headache ever." Trent smiles and kisses her forehead. "Is it actually morning again?"

"No, Gwen, you fainted. From lack of sleep," Trent says.

"Oh, Trent, I'm sorry," Gwen says, "I should've listened to you." Trent pulls Gwen closer to him.

"It's alright. At least you're okay."

All of a sudden, Chris bursts into the medical tent as Courtney is handed Gwen an Advil for her headache. "Campers! At 8p.m. tonight, we're having a contest! It has a bit to do with dancing, so you may want to get dressed up. Sorry, guys, if you're still sore, but we have to get on with this. Jeez. Anyway, see you in 4 hours!" he exclaims, and pops out of the tent. But he just as soon pops back in. "Oh, by the way, in the costume trailer, you can get your dresses and tuxedos and whatever you need. And, yes, girls, there is makeup, too." Chris disappears again.

"I think we should start getting ready pretty soon," Geoff says, "It may take me a while to change since I'm a bit sore." Trent and Duncan agree.

"We need to do our makeup, also," Courtney says. So everybody heads to the costume trailer. The girls are hanging on to the boys' arms, but they swear they can walk. The girls ignore them. They meet Katie and Noah at the trailers.

After about 45-minutes in the costume trailer, the guys walk outside with big, plastic bags probably holding their tuxes. However, they were each also holding a plastic shopping bags. The guys smile and kiss their girlfriends' cheeks, and they walk off to the hospital tent to change. "Meet us here at 7:45!" Courtney calls. Duncan gives her a thumbs-up over his shoulder.

Meanwhile, the girls run into the trailer for the perfect dress. They gasp. The walls are covered with hanging racks of dresses. And on the opposite wall are boxes of accessories. In the bathroom is a long line of director's chairs in front of the huge mirror surrounded by glowing light bulbs. Baskets and draws of makeup are in rows under the counter by the mirror.

Bridgette hooks up her iPod to the iHome on the makeup counter, and turns it up loud. The girls dance, sing, try on dresses, and do each other's makeup. Heather stays off by herself.

"Ready?" Gwen asks, when the clock turns to 7:30. "The boys should be outside by now."

"Wait! Finishing touches!" Courtney exclaims.

"It my French braid too messy?"

"Are you sure these bracelets match my dress?"

"Is my mascara smudged?"

Finally, they're ready. The girls take a deep breath, open the trailer door, and climb down the steps. They're greeted by wolf whistles, cat calls, and their beaming boyfriends. The girls are blushing and smiling sheepishly. However, Heather is posing and twirling and lots of other annoying stuff.

"I know you'll probably slap me or hit me or something for saying this, Courtney, but I have to say that you do look really sexy," Duncan says, placing a hand on Courtney's waist. But all Courtney does is smile, blush, and look at her shoes. She is wearing a green strapless dress with gold bangles, a gold chain necklace, and green flats. Courtney had picked green so it would match Duncan's mohawk.

"You look pretty good yourself, Duncan," Courtney replies, finally lifting her eyes. He was wearing a black jacket with a flannel green shirt underneath and ironed black pants. "Gee, thanks, Princess." The couples started walking for the dance studio.

Gwen was wearing a short midnight blue cocktail dress with spaghetti straps and silver sparkles. Trent had a midnight blue jacket on with a black shirt under it, and black pants.

Katie was wearing a short pink halter dress and gold shimmer dust on her arms and collarbone. She had hot pink flats and gold bangles. Noah was wearing a plain black and white tuxedo, but with a hot pink tie. Katie had giggled when she saw the tie.

Bridgette had a teal dress with spaghetti straps and a dipping hem so most of her back was exposed. Geoff was wearing a white and teal tuxedo. He put his arm around Bridgette and she shivers as his icy fingertips brushed her back. "I have something for you, Bridge," he says.

"Really? What is it?" she asks. They stop walking, and they fall behind the others. Geoff reveals a white corsage from behind his back.

"I don't know if corsages are too outdated or anything, but--"

"I love it!" Bridgette exclaims. Geoff smiles.

"Really?" he asks.

"Of course!" she answers, holding out her wrist. Geoff slides it on her thin wrist. She stands on tip-toe and kisses Geoff on the cheek. They smile and jog to catch up to the others.

Heather was wearing a burgundy halter dress with burgundy high heels. Justin was wearing a green and black tuxedo. "Ugh, Justin, green and burgundy do not go together!" she says. Justin rolls his eyes.

"Well, I wanted to dress in my most flattering color also! You're supposed to do what your girlfriend tells you!" she scolds. But Justin waves her off with his hand. She gasps.

"Even if I am the one who wears the pants in this relationship, that does not mean I'm a guy!" Heather exclaims, storming off in a huff. Justin watches her leave, in dismay, for a while, but then he takes out a hand mirror and he beams, staring at his reflection.

The couples walk into the dance studio, amazed at the decorations. A spinning disco ball sent beams of light flying about the room. Red light bulbs from the ceiling cast a red glow on the floor. Yellow streamers hung from rafters. Golden confetti sparkled on the hardwood dance floor, and gold dust glittered on the red walls. Fruit punch sat in crystal bowls on the orange-tinted buffet table.

Chris and Chef sat in the DJ booth in the very far corner. "Welcome to the TDC prom!" Chris exclaims.