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-46

-Gwen and Trent-98

-Courtney and Duncan-120

X-Sadie and DJ-2

-Katie and Noah-44

Gwen was leaning on Trent during the next slow song, Rock & Roll by Eric Hutchinson. "Don't faint on me, again, okay?" Trent asks. Gwen smiles lazily.

"I won't," she assures him, "You know how when you stay up, you're fine, but then you get really tired? Then after you're devastatingly tired, you all of a sudden get kinda 'numb' from your tiredness and you become almost hyper?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Trent says, tracing Gwen's jaw line with his thumb.

"So once I numb myself up, I'll be good for tonight," Gwen replies. She yawns.


"You are eliminated!" Bridgette hears Chef shout again. She turns to see Justin walking towards the exit.

"I know, I know!" he replies, "I need my beauty sleep!" The campers were all mouth-agape because nobody had ever heard Justin talk before. But this didn't faze Heather. She was screaming at him, following him out the door.

"Wow," was all Geoff said. Bridgette smiled and she started making out with him again. This was what they've been doing to pass the time and keep them awake. But only during the slow songs, since during the fast songs, they would have to break apart.


"Congratulations!" Chris announces, "You have made it to 7a.m! You may all have a restroom break!"

The campers run out of the dance studio for the communal restrooms. "Don't fall asleep on the toilet, Duncan," Courtney jokes. Duncan rolls his eyes, smiling, and lets go of Courtney's hand so they can split up to their respectable restrooms.

Ten minutes later, all the campers are back in the dance studio. Chris starts playing Whatever You Like by T.I., and the torture continues.

Stacks on deck,

Patron' on ice,

And we can pop bottles all night.

Baby you can have whatever you like,

I said you can have whatever you like.

Yeah, yeah.


Just a couple hours later, Chris announces, "Now, just to make things awkward…" He starts blasting the next song, which happens to be Jizz in My Pants. The girls groan and Duncan laughs out loud.

"Courtney, what's wrong?" Duncan asks innocently. She just blushes, making her whole face red, and stares at the floor. But she keeps dancing.

"Shut up," she mumbles. Duncan chuckles and starts singing out loud.

"Speeding down the street when the red lights flash,

Need to get away need to make a dash.

A song comes on that reminds me of you and I--

JIZZ IN MY PANTS.

The next day my alarm goes off and I--

JIZZ IN MY PANTS.

I open my window and a breeze rolls in and I--

JIZZ IN MY PANTS.

Bruce Willis was dead at the end of sixth sense I--

JIZZED IN MY PANTS.

I just ate a grape and I--

JIZZED...IN...MY PANTS,

JIZZED...IN...MY PANTS.

I jizz right in my pants every time you're next to me,

And when we're holding hands it's like having sex to me.

You say I'm premature I just call it ecstasy.

I wear a rubber at all times it's a necessity."

"DUNCAN!" Courtney shrieks, her eyes wide, "That's gross! No, it's disgusting! No, it's… REPULSIVE!"

"Sorry, Princess, I didn't mean to make you feel embarrassed," Duncan apologizes, grinning. He advances on Courtney and wraps his arms around her thin waist. She grimaces and tries to back away, even though Chef changed the song to a slow song, Teardrops on My Guitar by Taylor Swift.

"Courtney, come on. I'm sorry," Duncan says quietly. Courtney puts her arms around Duncan's neck, but only because Chef was glaring at her. She looks away from Duncan.

"Princess…" he mumbles, kissing her neck. She blushes again, and rubs at her cheek, trying to make it go away. But Duncan takes her wrist and gently pulls it away from her face. "Don't," he says quietly, smiling. "You look cute when you blush."

Courtney gives a small smile and another blush. "Whatever," she mumbles, pulling her wrist from Duncan's hand and returning it to his shoulder.

"No, really, you do," Duncan says honestly. Courtney quickly stands on tip-toe and kisses Duncan, as he's caught off guard. His eyes widen, but then he closes them and he pulls Courtney closer to him. Courtney tries to stand taller on her tip-toes to deepen the kiss, but she can't go much taller. So, Duncan returns the favor and leans down more. But Courtney's knees start to shake, and she fell slightly backward. Duncan's hands on the small of her back held her up. She smiled.

"You are eliminated!" Chef shouts. Duncan and Courtney look at Chef, to see he's pointing at them. Courtney gasps.

"What?"

"You weren't dancing," Chef replies. Duncan scoops Courtney up in his arms. She fidgets with her dress.

"Duncan, put me down! This dress is way too short for you to be holding me in the air!" Courtney protests. Duncan chuckles.

"Do you really think I care?" he asks. Courtney blushes and they leave the dance studio.