Odd Living

Twentyone

I hobbled out of the house looking annoyed as fuck, Ian and Max came out right behind me, and George joined us after a few minutes. He was probably calming down. I don't blame him. I'm pissed about what happened not too long ago. I just want to get this over with.

My phone vibrated. Who could it be? Everyone I know is right here.

U:: Hey Mack, I'll see you at work.
M:: Who is this? What do you want?
U:: I'll see you at work.

That was all they said. Maybe it's just a prank. This is the same number that asked me about my leg. Huh...

George gave us the final rundown of what we are filming. Seems dangerous to me. At this point my opinion doesn't matter.

"The prize is Mackenzie. Whoever gets the most gentleman points, gets to date Mackenzie whether she likes it or not." George said to the camera.

"No. I refuse to play this fucked up game." Max stands up at the table. He looks directly at me, I'm behind the camera. "How can you approve of this shit Mack? These two are literally retarded."

"They can be nice when they want to." I look at Ian and he blushes. "I'm not a kid anymore Max. It's my decision and I am okay with the consequences."

Max sits back down. "If I win, I pick who gets to date Mack, good?"

"Yeah whatever." George says.

"I'll win for sure." Ian whispers.

"I guess." I shrug.

George clears his throat. "Gentleman always pay the bill. You never split it. You must always pay the bill."

George tells us that what happens next will be filmed after this "fluff". "First we will film the parts where we aren't covered in shit. Then we'll film the fun stuff." Extra emphasis on fun.

We finished filming all the more boring stuff. Max tried to smash a kettle with his fist, twice, but failed. He then hit it with a wine bottle and it broke. Ian broke a wine glass with his hand. A lot of swearing happened too. I don't know how they can swear every sentence.

We go out to the yard and pull out a huge tarp. We pour over fifty bottles of dish soap, oils, and anything slippery. Max and Ian slipped and Ian got kicked in the balls. I felt that.

Basically all that happened on the tarp was that they all rushed to get the paper, which represents the bill, at the other side. Chris, Chad, Mikaela, and I threw the groceries at them as obstacles.

Finally, it was my time to be in the video. Ian, George, and Max had to walk me to the other side of the tarp without me getting hit by anything.
We made it across. The next obstacle was a fire in the middle of the slippery tarp.

Ian won the most points; George isn't okay with that. "As soon as we clean ourselves up, because we are gentleman, we will do a final round. The shock collar round." George says to the camera. Ian looks terrified.

"Mackenzie, whenever one of us messes  up, you press the button here. It will send a little shock through the collar. Let's test it on Chad."

George brings the collar over to Chad's right bicep. He places is on Chad's arm and signals me to press the button. I do a quick press because I don't feel like hurting anyone at the moment.

Chad let's out a quick grunt. "Yeah. That thing fucking works. You can get it off me now."

George rips the remote from my hands and holds the button down; the collar still being on Chad's arm. That causes Chad to yell out in pain. Max decides to quit now while he is ahead. Smart decision.

Ian goes first. He sits in the middle chair while looking at George's laptop.
The first tongue-twister rolled off of his tongue earning him his sixth point. Ian got shocked eleven times afterward, but at least he earned his seventh point.

Up next is George. George didn't score any points, leaving him at three. However, he did get shocked thirteen times.

"The scores are in," George announces. "And the winner is... iDubbbz. Step up to claim your prize."

"Maybe don't say it like she is an object." Ian says softly.

But Ian does as told and grabs me by the waist, he pulls my chin close to his, and kisses me. Though it wasn't as passionate as the kiss when we ran into Brandon, it was a damn good kiss. Neither of us came up for air. Finally surfacing, Max coughs.

"No need to rub it in cunt." George says defeated.

The camera shuts off and everyone runs to their room so they don't have to help clean up. I guess Max is alway stuck cleaning because I can hear him from my room.

"This happens every fucking time."

I decide to be the better person and go help Max clean up the trashed yard. It took us a long time. By the time we were done, it was time for dinner.

"Can we go get some noodles?" Mikaela asks. "I really want some hot noods."

"I can go for some noodles." I respond.

Everyone else either didn't care or they wanted noodles because they went without arguing, which is rare.

A/N
I am so sorry that it took me this long to update. I've been busy with school and not killing myself. But alas, here it is.