(Author's Note: BOTTOM THREE! Ah! I can't believe I wrote this much! Lol. Anyway, with the bottom comes no more votes visible to the readers! What? Yeah. I'll be keeping track of the couples' votes on a different Microsoft document, but I won't make it visible to the readers/reviewers. You know, just to add suspense. Lol.)
The girls sat on Gwen's bed in their pajamas. It was getting dark out and Courtney was on her cellphone. "Mom? Hey, it's Courtney," she says, "I love you too. But I had to ask you something. Uh-huh. Okay, the guys aren't really dead. They were pretending. Could you maybe come to the island with some fake lawsuits filled out? It would totally freak Chris out, finally getting us revenge on him." Courtney pauses for her mom's answer.
"Of course, I would pretend I didn't know you so it wouldn't be obvious. You'd pretend to be my lawyer, not my mom slash lawyer," Courtney continues, and pauses again. "Of course I'm not going out with that pig!"
Another pause. "So you'll do it? Thanks! Bye, love you, Mom," Courtney says, hanging up. She bites her lip and looks at Gwen and Bridgette. Courtney sighs.
"Mom says she'll only do it if I'm not going out with Duncan," she explains, taking a deep breath. "So of course I lied. You guys got to help me not to get my cover blown."
"Sure! But who would blow it?" Bridgette asks. All of a sudden, the cabin door bursts open and all the girls already voted off flood in. Everybody (except Heather) hugged Gwen, Courtney, and Bridgette.
"Aw, girls, it'll be fine. I know they're dead, but--" LeShawna tries to comfort them. Gwen stands up.
"Everybody sit!" she demands. The incoming girls sit right where they are. "Now, our boyfriends aren't dead." The girls murmur amongst themselves.
"What?"
"Exactly," Gwen continues, "They were faking. We're getting Chris back for everything he's ever done to us." Everybody cheers. "To do that, the guys are pretending they're dead. Courtney called her mom, who's a lawyer, to come to the island with fake lawsuits. Chris will freak out, thus getting the perfect revenge. Well, not exactly perfect since he's done so much worse stuff to us than just a fake lawsuit, but it's still revenge. The only drawback is that Courtney's mom hates the idea of Courtney and Duncan going out so we can't say anything or else Chris will know she's her mom and know this is all a prank. Got that?"
The next day, Courtney's mom arrived on the Dock of Shame. She was wearing a gray pantsuit and carrying a heavy, bulging suitcase. Her mom had a tight brown bun sitting on the top of her head. "Laurie, how are you?" Courtney exclaims, shaking her mom's hand. They wink at each other. "Quite fine, Courtney. But let's get down to business. Where is this Chris fellow?" her mom, Laurie, asks. She stands taller and cranes her neck, searching the beach for Chris.
"He's in the hospital, preparing for the funerals. Follow me," Courtney proposes, walking into the hospital. Laurie follows and she shakes Chris' hand.
"Hello, I'm Courtney's lawyer. You can just call me Laurie," she says.
"I'm, uh, Chris," he replies, pulling at his collar. Courtney smirks as she sees him fidget. Her mom and Chris sit on the couch, and Laurie sets her suitcase on the small coffee table.
Courtney leans/sits on Duncan's gurney. He pinches her butt through the white sheet, and she jumps up and yelps. Courtney tries to mask her outburst as coughing. She hears a slight chuckling from the gurney. Laurie and Chris stare at her.
"I choked on, um, my saliva," Courtney excuses herself. They turn their attention back to Laurie's paperwork. Courtney punches Duncan's crotch on her way out of the room. She hides a giggle as she sees his form stiffen in pain under the sheet.
Courtney heads back in the room an hour later. "So, have we reached a negotiation?" she asks, staring at Chris' pale face.
"You want f-five m-million dollars?!" Chris exclaims. Laurie winks at Courtney.
"No, five million golf carts," Courtney says sarcastically, "Yes, five million dollars! They were my friends, and you killed them!"
Chris gulps as he looks back down at the lawsuit. "Is this really necessary?" he asks. Chris blinks rapidly. Courtney smirks.
"Yes." She walks out of the hospital to her cabin to tell the others.
"Guys, it's going fantastically! Chris is freaking out, and my mom slash lawyer is making him sweat! It's perfect!" Courtney exclaims, collapsing on the couch in the lounge room. The lounge room was a room with multiple couches, chairs, a radio, and a TV that only plays static through a door that comes from the mess hall. Every bursts out laughing.
"Really?" Gwen asks. Courtney nods, her stomach hurting too much to say anything. She gasps for breath once she stops laughing.
"Chris is soooo going down after all the torture he put us through," Katie squeals.
"Ohmigosh, I know, right?" Sadie squeals in response. All the campers become silent once they hear footsteps in the mess hall. Laurie and Chris walk into the room.
"We have made a deal," Laurie announces, "Chris will pay five million dollars since he basically killed three teens. But since I am a lawyer, it is my duty to call the police in." All of a sudden, four cops walk into the room.
"Place your hands on the wall, Mr. McClain. You are under arrest for manslaughter," he orders. Chris' eyes widen and the campers look at each other with wide mouths. They smile.
Chris turns to the wall as a cop pats him down. "I-I-I… This isn't my fault!" Chris shouts.
"Oh yes it is. You are in charge of the challenges, am I right?" the first cop asks. The whole room of campers nod.
"Bu-but, Chef helps me! He can't just get away with that!" Chris exclaims. Chef and another policeman walk into the lounge room. Chef was in handcuffs and scowling at Chris.
"You were in charge of the serum," Chef growls. The cops all look at Chris and immediately cuff him.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. If you can't afford a lawyer, one will be given to you," a cop recites. Chris just scowls and glares at the room of campers.
"You can't just let them take me away!" Chris shouts, "I made you all famous!" He stomps his foot. "You signed contracts!"
"Um, Chris, your contract said nothing about you not being responsible for any injuries caused by you," Laurie points out. Chris' knees wobble.
"Let him go," Courtney tells the cops quietly.
"Wha-what?" Chris asks. Duncan clears his throat from behind Chris. Chris turns around and nearly faints. "You're not… dead?"
Duncan shakes his head as Geoff and Trent walk into the room behind him. "Oh, by the way," Duncan says, addressing the cops, "One of your fellow policemen passed out in the hospital tent when we stood up." Duncan chuckles as four of the five police leave the room. The remaining cop lets Chris and Chef out of the handcuffs.
"I'm not arrested? I don't have to may five million dollars?" Chris asks, his voice rising. The campers laugh and Laurie shakes her head.
"Trent, Geoff, and Duncan pretended to be dead. I called my mom to act as a fake lawyer, and everything just fell in place," Courtney explains as Duncan weaves his way through the room to her side.
"Hello, I'm Courtney's mother, but you can call me Laurie," Laurie says, extending her hand to Chris. He ignores it and yells at Chef.
"Chef! In my office! NOW!" Chris shouts. They leave the room and most of the campers follow them.
"You did pretty good, Princess," Duncan says with his trademark smirk. He plops his arm over Courtney's shoulders. Laurie walks over to them and clears her throat.
"Uh, hello, I'm Laurie, Courtney's mother," she says, lifting Duncan's finger and tossing his arm off Courtney's shoulders. Courtney rolls her eyes.
"Uh, hi, I'm Duncan, Courtney's boyfriend," Duncan says, imitating Laurie's tone of voice. Laurie's eyes widen and turn to Courtney.
"Courtney?! My Courtney? She wouldn't be interested in the likes of you," Laurie sniffs, taking Courtney's arm. Courtney wiggles out of her mother's grip.
"Uh, Mom, actually, I am. He really is my boyfriend," Courtney insists. She wraps an arm around Duncan's torso and he grins. Laurie's mouth was wide.
"Courtney! I will not let you go out with that… that… green-haired, delinquent, punk teen!" Laurie shrieks.
"I'm sorry, Mom, but it's been kindof obvious that we've been going out. Do you even watch the show on TV?" Courtney asks, unfazed by her mother's outburst.
"Yes! I do! But I thought you were just acting!" Laurie protests.
"Well, I wasn't." Laurie and Courtney glare at each other for several moments.
"Fine. But I'll let you know, your father will be very disappointed in you," Laurie says in a cold voice. She stalks out of the room. Duncan wraps his arms around Courtney.
