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Gwen's POV
This bullhorn torments me! I jumped down onto the ground skillfully, and smiled reassuringly at myself. I quickly threw my clothes and make-up on and walked outside with most of the girls along with me as well. We met Chris at the clearing, where the guys were all waiting for us.
"Today's challenge will be one of epic proportions!" Chris announced to our unamused faces.
"What, our challenge is to throw you off a cliff?" Noah asked laughingly. Chris' face flattened out.
"No. It's going to be a full-on, glam-hot, mega model, fashion show!" He announced.
"EEEEEE!" Lindsay squealed with delight as she began jumping up and down.
"The challenge will be at the amphitheater." Chris said after Lindsay's squee-fest was over and done with. He motioned with his hand to the nearby amphitheater, and we all followed him over to it. We stopped at the foot of the stairs.
"Each team will have to put on a killer fashion show right here tonight! Whoever woos Chef and I with their diva show doesn't send a loser início tonight. You've got until sundown...go!" He screamed. I turned to my team.
"I should design the fashions!" Heather said. LeShawna looked at the Asian girl and wrinkled up her face in annoyance.
"Fine. I'll find the materials!" LeShawna said, walking off.
"Ooh! Cody and I could decorate, right, Cody?" Sierra asked the little teen excitedly. Cody pulled at his camisa collar.
"Uh...I guess?" He answered. Sierra's smile widened ever mais as she clutched Cody close to him and ran off, babbling on about streamers.
"I suppose I could put together a pyrotechnics show and a música track." Harold mused.
"Fine." Heather said, shooing him away.
"And I'll supervise while I make some phone calls." Courtney said, not looking up from her PDA. Heather glared at her.
"Calls to who? Your no-longer-existent boyfriend?" Heather asked coldly.
"Ha! Try my lawyers!" The brunette snarled back. There was tension in the air, and we couldn't afford to have them fighting during this challenge. I stepped in between them.
"Hey, um...what should I do?" I asked eagerly, all the while smiling sheepishly at the two girls ready to attack each other.
"Maybe you should sit this one out." Heather advised.
Confessional
Heather: What! Gwen fails at all things fashion, and we can't afford to lose two challenges in a row!
Gwen: *shrugs* It's fine por me. Nothing personal or anything, but I hate models.
End Confessional
"Fine! Just stay out of this, Gothie!" Courtney demanded of me. I stepped out of their way and started to make my way towards the bleachers when Heather grabbed my arm and spun me back around to look at her.
"Watch her like a hawk." Heather said darkly.
"'Kay." I whispered. Then she released the grip she had on my hand and walked away. I seriously think she's overreacting, but she must just be seriously paranoid since she lost the mil to zombie Zeke I guess.
I looked at the bleachers to see that I would have company. Duncan was sitting on the third bleacher from the bottom, in perfect view of his team's half of the stage. I smiled as I went over and sat down seguinte to him.
"How come you aren't helping?" I asked him.
"Geoff axed me temporarily 'cause I don't do all that fashion crap." He answered. I half smiled at him.
"Same." I replied. We were about to kiss when I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into me. I felt him embrulho, envoltório his arm around my middle back. I broke away from the kiss. "Ah ha! Take that, interruptions!" I yelled, pointing to the sky. Duncan laughed at me.
"What was that about?" He asked mockingly.
"For the past two days, we kept getting interrupted. That was the first time we didn't." I answered him.
"Whatever, Sweetheart" He said. I could feel his arm on the back bleacher behind me. I smiled as I pulled my diary out to pass the time. I could really just sit in it and write for hours, and apparently, I had, because Duncan started peeking over my shoulder. I slammed the diary shut.
"I have a feeling we've gone over this." I said.
"What?" You've sat here for two hours now composição literária in that thing! I just wanted to se how much of it was about me." He answered confidently.
"Not everything is about you, you know." I informed him.
"Eh, I beg to differ." He smirked. He pulled me closer to him and kissed me again. Gosh, it felt really good to finally spend some time with him without interruption!
"Duncan!" Geoff yelled from nearby.
Confessional
Gwen: I must've jinxed it.
End Confessional
Duncan pulled away from our make-out session and looked angrily at Geoff, who was standing on the bleacher a row underneath us.
"Yes, Geoffy?" Duncan asked through clenched teeth.
"We need your help. You know, your team? He asked. What was he trying to get at por that?
"You fired me this morning." Duncan shot back.
"Well, we changed our minds!" Geoff said through his now clenched teeth. He pulled Duncan up por one of his muscly arms and dragged him off to the stage. I sighed and looked around at my new-found lone surroundings. Ugh, why does something always have to be going on with everybody? Heather and Courtney are at war right now, and now Geoff and Duncan? Something's not right.
Dark rolled around soon and our side of the stage was really great. Harold had set up a steady stream of different colored lights that were blinking periodically. Sierra had found some streamers and a few glass shards that when hung up, reflected the blinking lights beautifully.
"Wow, guys, looks like you didn't need me after all." I said. They did an impressive job.
"Well, it obviously couldn't have been done without me." Courtney said as she smiled widely.
"In what universe?" Heather asked her bitterly. Courtney scoffed at her enemy.
"This one, you know, the one you AREN'T from!" Courtney declared.
"Oh, take it back, bi-" Chris stood in between the two growling girls.
"Let's look at your set, squids! Nice, Nice, Alright and nice!" He said as he poked around the area. "You guys are first." He then said.
"LeShawna's in the back with the clothes she put together." Heather whispered.
"I'll model for us!" Courtney said with a raised hand.
"Why do you get to model?" Heather asked defensively.
"Heather, let her do it!" I screamed. Courtney smiled and hummed as she danced to the backstage area. Meanwhile, Heather growled at me.
"What did you do that for?" She yelled.
"The mais you let her do, the less she'll feel threatened por you." I explained to her. A look of understanding floated across her face.
"I like the way you think." She said as we walked backstage to cadastrar-se the others as Chris played announcer. We only caught a glimpse of the white, floor-length dress Courtney had on as she stepped out onto the stage. We all peeked from either side of the curtains to watch Courtney strut her stuff, and let me say, she did it well. Even Heather and I were cheering her on. She confidently waltzed backstage, where We all clapped for her. She just kept the smile on her face while she began to put her regular clothes on.
Confessional
Heather: I have to admit, Courtney did good. But I would've done great.
Courtney: Yes! I just proved my worth to this team. Now they can see that there's no way they could function without me! I'll NEVER get voted off! it's perfect!
End Confessional
We all peeked through the curtains to watch our competitors try to topo, início that.
Their stage design wasn't as extravagant as ours, but they still did well, as they should have under Lindsay's direction. They had a minimalist white backdrop for their runway, and a few black and gray accessories scattered about. They had DJ following their model, which was Tyler wearing a stylish tracksuit, with a camera. Tyler started to do various moves throughout the length of the stage. He started running in place and DJ tried keeping up with him por doing the same. Somehow, one of them tripped the other, and the duo went rolling, right off the stage.
Chris inhaled sharply.
"Ouch. Really hurts. And just to add salt in your wounds, you guys are the losers." Chris said with that evil smile as always. Tyler grunted for a moment and then passed out. Meanwhile, we all cheered backstage, for had secured one mais victory!
Later at the Dock Of Shame, a few of us had become immersed in a conversation.
"I can't believe the luck! We haven't eliminated a person yet!" Sierra said.
"Well, I prefer to keep it that way unless Coutrney's going home." I said, smiling slyly at Heather. She smiled deviously back at me.
"What! NO!" A loud screech came from the ceremony. The losing team came out of their ceremony once more. Everyone but Tyler had a marshmallow. "Tyler is not leaving!" Lindsay protested, putting a hand on his shoulder. Tyler smiled sweetly at his girlfriend.
"I have to, Linds, I didn't get a marshmallow." Tyler explained to her. Lindsay looked at the white, gooey, puff in her hand and threw it on the ground while stomping on it.
"Then I didn't get one, either!" She declared.
"Lindsay, are you quitting?" Bridgette asked in disbelief.
"I don't want to be here without my Tyler." She said now hugging his chest.
"Man, you got to do something!" DJ said to Chris.
"Hey, it's fine por me." He shrugged.
"But we already lost so many members of our team!" Bridgette protested.
"We'll see about that." Courtney muttered under her breath. I raised an eyebrow at her, but decided not to say anything to Heather about it just yet. I still need mais info.
"Not my problem." Chris replied to Bridgette.
"Dude, this is not cool!" Duncan yelled to Tyler. Lindsay glared at him scarily.
"Let's go, Tyler." She said with her eyes shut. They walked silently to the barco and stepped in. We waved goodbye at the last segundo to the blonde beauty and her boyfriend.
"That'll boost the ratings. Okay then...bye." Chris said nonchalantly. I didn't like this suspicion going around to me, it wasn't sitting right. Even when I put on my pajamas and laid in my bed, I couldn't get that weird feeling to go away. That is, until I heard the leaves rustle, and a voice come through:
"'Night, Pasty."
Gwen's POV
This bullhorn torments me! I jumped down onto the ground skillfully, and smiled reassuringly at myself. I quickly threw my clothes and make-up on and walked outside with most of the girls along with me as well. We met Chris at the clearing, where the guys were all waiting for us.
"Today's challenge will be one of epic proportions!" Chris announced to our unamused faces.
"What, our challenge is to throw you off a cliff?" Noah asked laughingly. Chris' face flattened out.
"No. It's going to be a full-on, glam-hot, mega model, fashion show!" He announced.
"EEEEEE!" Lindsay squealed with delight as she began jumping up and down.
"The challenge will be at the amphitheater." Chris said after Lindsay's squee-fest was over and done with. He motioned with his hand to the nearby amphitheater, and we all followed him over to it. We stopped at the foot of the stairs.
"Each team will have to put on a killer fashion show right here tonight! Whoever woos Chef and I with their diva show doesn't send a loser início tonight. You've got until sundown...go!" He screamed. I turned to my team.
"I should design the fashions!" Heather said. LeShawna looked at the Asian girl and wrinkled up her face in annoyance.
"Fine. I'll find the materials!" LeShawna said, walking off.
"Ooh! Cody and I could decorate, right, Cody?" Sierra asked the little teen excitedly. Cody pulled at his camisa collar.
"Uh...I guess?" He answered. Sierra's smile widened ever mais as she clutched Cody close to him and ran off, babbling on about streamers.
"I suppose I could put together a pyrotechnics show and a música track." Harold mused.
"Fine." Heather said, shooing him away.
"And I'll supervise while I make some phone calls." Courtney said, not looking up from her PDA. Heather glared at her.
"Calls to who? Your no-longer-existent boyfriend?" Heather asked coldly.
"Ha! Try my lawyers!" The brunette snarled back. There was tension in the air, and we couldn't afford to have them fighting during this challenge. I stepped in between them.
"Hey, um...what should I do?" I asked eagerly, all the while smiling sheepishly at the two girls ready to attack each other.
"Maybe you should sit this one out." Heather advised.
Confessional
Heather: What! Gwen fails at all things fashion, and we can't afford to lose two challenges in a row!
Gwen: *shrugs* It's fine por me. Nothing personal or anything, but I hate models.
End Confessional
"Fine! Just stay out of this, Gothie!" Courtney demanded of me. I stepped out of their way and started to make my way towards the bleachers when Heather grabbed my arm and spun me back around to look at her.
"Watch her like a hawk." Heather said darkly.
"'Kay." I whispered. Then she released the grip she had on my hand and walked away. I seriously think she's overreacting, but she must just be seriously paranoid since she lost the mil to zombie Zeke I guess.
I looked at the bleachers to see that I would have company. Duncan was sitting on the third bleacher from the bottom, in perfect view of his team's half of the stage. I smiled as I went over and sat down seguinte to him.
"How come you aren't helping?" I asked him.
"Geoff axed me temporarily 'cause I don't do all that fashion crap." He answered. I half smiled at him.
"Same." I replied. We were about to kiss when I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into me. I felt him embrulho, envoltório his arm around my middle back. I broke away from the kiss. "Ah ha! Take that, interruptions!" I yelled, pointing to the sky. Duncan laughed at me.
"What was that about?" He asked mockingly.
"For the past two days, we kept getting interrupted. That was the first time we didn't." I answered him.
"Whatever, Sweetheart" He said. I could feel his arm on the back bleacher behind me. I smiled as I pulled my diary out to pass the time. I could really just sit in it and write for hours, and apparently, I had, because Duncan started peeking over my shoulder. I slammed the diary shut.
"I have a feeling we've gone over this." I said.
"What?" You've sat here for two hours now composição literária in that thing! I just wanted to se how much of it was about me." He answered confidently.
"Not everything is about you, you know." I informed him.
"Eh, I beg to differ." He smirked. He pulled me closer to him and kissed me again. Gosh, it felt really good to finally spend some time with him without interruption!
"Duncan!" Geoff yelled from nearby.
Confessional
Gwen: I must've jinxed it.
End Confessional
Duncan pulled away from our make-out session and looked angrily at Geoff, who was standing on the bleacher a row underneath us.
"Yes, Geoffy?" Duncan asked through clenched teeth.
"We need your help. You know, your team? He asked. What was he trying to get at por that?
"You fired me this morning." Duncan shot back.
"Well, we changed our minds!" Geoff said through his now clenched teeth. He pulled Duncan up por one of his muscly arms and dragged him off to the stage. I sighed and looked around at my new-found lone surroundings. Ugh, why does something always have to be going on with everybody? Heather and Courtney are at war right now, and now Geoff and Duncan? Something's not right.
Dark rolled around soon and our side of the stage was really great. Harold had set up a steady stream of different colored lights that were blinking periodically. Sierra had found some streamers and a few glass shards that when hung up, reflected the blinking lights beautifully.
"Wow, guys, looks like you didn't need me after all." I said. They did an impressive job.
"Well, it obviously couldn't have been done without me." Courtney said as she smiled widely.
"In what universe?" Heather asked her bitterly. Courtney scoffed at her enemy.
"This one, you know, the one you AREN'T from!" Courtney declared.
"Oh, take it back, bi-" Chris stood in between the two growling girls.
"Let's look at your set, squids! Nice, Nice, Alright and nice!" He said as he poked around the area. "You guys are first." He then said.
"LeShawna's in the back with the clothes she put together." Heather whispered.
"I'll model for us!" Courtney said with a raised hand.
"Why do you get to model?" Heather asked defensively.
"Heather, let her do it!" I screamed. Courtney smiled and hummed as she danced to the backstage area. Meanwhile, Heather growled at me.
"What did you do that for?" She yelled.
"The mais you let her do, the less she'll feel threatened por you." I explained to her. A look of understanding floated across her face.
"I like the way you think." She said as we walked backstage to cadastrar-se the others as Chris played announcer. We only caught a glimpse of the white, floor-length dress Courtney had on as she stepped out onto the stage. We all peeked from either side of the curtains to watch Courtney strut her stuff, and let me say, she did it well. Even Heather and I were cheering her on. She confidently waltzed backstage, where We all clapped for her. She just kept the smile on her face while she began to put her regular clothes on.
Confessional
Heather: I have to admit, Courtney did good. But I would've done great.
Courtney: Yes! I just proved my worth to this team. Now they can see that there's no way they could function without me! I'll NEVER get voted off! it's perfect!
End Confessional
We all peeked through the curtains to watch our competitors try to topo, início that.
Their stage design wasn't as extravagant as ours, but they still did well, as they should have under Lindsay's direction. They had a minimalist white backdrop for their runway, and a few black and gray accessories scattered about. They had DJ following their model, which was Tyler wearing a stylish tracksuit, with a camera. Tyler started to do various moves throughout the length of the stage. He started running in place and DJ tried keeping up with him por doing the same. Somehow, one of them tripped the other, and the duo went rolling, right off the stage.
Chris inhaled sharply.
"Ouch. Really hurts. And just to add salt in your wounds, you guys are the losers." Chris said with that evil smile as always. Tyler grunted for a moment and then passed out. Meanwhile, we all cheered backstage, for had secured one mais victory!
Later at the Dock Of Shame, a few of us had become immersed in a conversation.
"I can't believe the luck! We haven't eliminated a person yet!" Sierra said.
"Well, I prefer to keep it that way unless Coutrney's going home." I said, smiling slyly at Heather. She smiled deviously back at me.
"What! NO!" A loud screech came from the ceremony. The losing team came out of their ceremony once more. Everyone but Tyler had a marshmallow. "Tyler is not leaving!" Lindsay protested, putting a hand on his shoulder. Tyler smiled sweetly at his girlfriend.
"I have to, Linds, I didn't get a marshmallow." Tyler explained to her. Lindsay looked at the white, gooey, puff in her hand and threw it on the ground while stomping on it.
"Then I didn't get one, either!" She declared.
"Lindsay, are you quitting?" Bridgette asked in disbelief.
"I don't want to be here without my Tyler." She said now hugging his chest.
"Man, you got to do something!" DJ said to Chris.
"Hey, it's fine por me." He shrugged.
"But we already lost so many members of our team!" Bridgette protested.
"We'll see about that." Courtney muttered under her breath. I raised an eyebrow at her, but decided not to say anything to Heather about it just yet. I still need mais info.
"Not my problem." Chris replied to Bridgette.
"Dude, this is not cool!" Duncan yelled to Tyler. Lindsay glared at him scarily.
"Let's go, Tyler." She said with her eyes shut. They walked silently to the barco and stepped in. We waved goodbye at the last segundo to the blonde beauty and her boyfriend.
"That'll boost the ratings. Okay then...bye." Chris said nonchalantly. I didn't like this suspicion going around to me, it wasn't sitting right. Even when I put on my pajamas and laid in my bed, I couldn't get that weird feeling to go away. That is, until I heard the leaves rustle, and a voice come through:
"'Night, Pasty."
