YOU WANTED TO DO ANYTHING BUT WAKE UP THE NEXT MORNING.
much like yourself, gwen was a moaning and groaning mess as you both leaned against each other, being met with the happy cheering of your team as you entered the food hall.
"hey, everyone! it's gwen and [name]!" chris announced with a grin, you sigh, you both trekking tiredly into the hall.
gwen sat next to lindsay and you sat between noah and justin, putting your head on the table.
"i'm so tired. i can't feel my face" gwen murmured before her head smacked on the table.
confessionals
courtney ; "we are so sucking right now. okay, yes, eva was a psycho, but at least she was an athletic psycho"
confessionals off
you lazily put some food in your mouth and sigh, almost too tired to have an appetite.
"i could spoon feed you" justin smirked.
you blink, "uh, no tha-"
"pfft. you think she needs spoon feeding? how old is she, two?" noah smirked.
you grin slightly.
justin frowned and turned away.
you laugh slightly, patting his shoulder in an awkward sort of comfort and smiling at noah.
"you're funny" you say drowsily. when you were tired you generally didn't have much of a filter. not that you had much of one to begin with.
he smirks, "i know, thank you. you're alright yourself"
you smirk, "fuck yeah"
being called funny was a great compliment in your eyes.
"hey, fish-heads, way to kick out your strongest player" heather smirked.
you deadpan, slight second-hand embarrassment settling in.
why is she yelling? we're like two meters at most away from the other team..
"why don't you just give up now?" she smirked.
she moved out of the way as courtney flung some mush at her, instead it hit gwen right in the face.
you wince,
glad that ain't me
"missed me" heather smiled cheerily.
courtney looked guilty and then angry, crossing her arms in annoyance.
"okay, campers, listen up" chris clapped his hands, "your next challenge begins in 10 minutes, and be prepared to bring it"
you whine.
NOW YOU WERE ALL STOOD IN A GLASS ENCLOSURE, ON THE SIDELINES OF A COURT WITH TWO DIVISIONS. LOOKED LIKE A DODGEBALL COURT. FUN.
duncan walked in late, immediately collapsing on the wooden bench seats.
"wake me up, and it'll be the last thing you do" he points at the rest of his team.
you roll your eyes,
some of us got no sleep either, honey
"this is all your fault, you know? you and your snoring face!" courtney pointed at harold.
"it's called a medical condition. gosh!" he shouted in courtney's face and you frowned.
chef blew a whistle, walking passed all of you before back to chris.
"today's challenge is the classic game of dodge ball. the first rule of dodgeball is-"
"don't talk about dodgeball?"
you laughed at noah's reference.
"as i was saying, if you get hit with the ball-" he throws the ball to courtney, but she doesn'y catch it and is instead hit right in the stomach and thrown back.
you wince, holding your own stomach.
"ooh! ow!" she whines.
"-you're out" chris finishes.
"you can't do that!" courtney throws the ball back it.
"if you catch the ball, the thrower gets sent out and the catcher gets to bring in another team member out on the court"
"throwing balls, gee, another mentally challenging test"
you smirk.
"i know, right?" lindsay frowned.
you laughed again.
noah and owen shared a look.
"okay, now, geoff, try to hit me" he throws the ball at geoff who catches it easily.
cheff tosses another ball to chris, "if you're holding a ball, you can use it to deflect a ball. but if it knocks the ball out of your hands, you're out"
"so what do i do again when the ball comes at me?" lindsay questions, confused.
"you dodge!"
geoff throws the ball at chris, who deflects with his ball, causing the original ball to bounce back and hit lindsay square in the face.
you jump, gasping in shock.
"ooh, you were supposed to dodge!" chris winced.
"ow.. right"
you reel back as lindsay moves her hand from her head, revealing a big purple lump.
"you have one minute until game time" chris holds up his finger.
"gophers, you'll have to sit one person out each time"
you all huddled.
"okay, we can't get lazy" heather said to you all.
"the killer bass are gonna be trying extra hard to catch up. who wants to sit the first one out with sleeping beauties here?" heather pointed to you and gwen.
"all right, i'll volunteer" noah rose his hands as if he was being forced.
"now let's see all you keeners get on out there and dodge" he did finger guns before sitting next to you.
