Real World: Skeletons

9- The Truth

"Alright, thank you, bye."

Sam had just gotten off the phone with the producer of the show, Jennifer, and looked up to see Victoria, Cammie, and Zion staring him down.

"Did she tell you what's going on? What was all that about?" Victoria asked, earning eager nods from the other two curious roommates.

"We're fucked, that's what's going on."

Sam got up to walk away, and the three looked at each other before bombarding him with questions as they followed behind. "What does that mean?" "Why are we fucked?" "The hell you mean 'we're fucked'?" Sam stopped in the middle of his tracks, making them bump into his back.

"Y'all! Everybody get out here!"

At the call, the rest of the housemates made their way into the front where the others were. "What's up?" Derek asked, going to pour him something to drink. "So, I got off the phone with the producer chick, Jennifer, and we have a problem." Derek raised his cut eyebrow in question, silently telling him to continue.

"So, they had plans for Quarter coming here, and they not good. Apparently, on this season, they bringing out our skeletons."

Zion snorted before making a joke. "Well, that didn't work with Derek, they were nowhere near gettin' bones in that fight... My bad." He looked down once he saw the look on Sam's face. He rolled his eyes and continued speaking. "Not that kind of skeleton. That was also lame as hell."

Sam stopped and sighed, looking down as he tried to find a way to explain it. "They're bringing out the 'skeletons in our closets'. Our pasts. Makes sense, considering what happened with Jessica and Quale. They plan on getting stuff that we tried to hide, things we're ashamed about... sorry, Jess, that was nothing to be ashamed of." Sam spoke out quickly, trying not to offend her. Jessica nodded in understanding.

"Everyone's gonna get one-" Derek choked on his drink as he was caught off guard. "Wait wait wait... Do Dom and I have separate skeletons, or are we sharing one?" Sam shook his head. "They wouldn't tell me that. They only said that everybody's gonna have one, and-" Sam braced himself for the outbursts he knew would come.

"They have to stay for a week."

Derek spit out his drink as everyone started yelling and fussing in shock and frustration. Sam grabbed paper towels and handed them to Derek before continuing. "They said they understood why we made Quesarito's headass leave early, but he wasn't supposed to be gone until next Saturday. They said unless it's a physical altercation, no skeletons get to leave before the week is up."

Sam sighed as his roommates let out a collective groan. "Did they tell us who would have a skeleton next?" Jessica asked quietly. "That's part of the surprise of seeing your skeleton, not knowing whose is coming, or who exactly it's gonna be."

"So we're completely in the dark about this.." Dom scoffed, running his hands down his face.

"Guys, maybe we should talk about our pasts, together, so that we're not ambushed when random people pop up on the doorstep." Celothia reasoned, earning nods from everyone. "Okay, who wants to start?"

Suddenly, everybody avoided making eye contact completely.

Cammie rolled her eyes and sighed. "Well, we should probably figure out what they could possibly have in mind. For example, dumbass ex. What else could be along those lines?" Victoria shrugged. "Do you think parents count?" At this, all of the guys seemed even more squeamish, which did not go unnoticed by the girls.

"Well, the only parent I got is my mom, and ain't nothing wrong with us." Sam spoke halfheartedly with a shrug. The other guys nodded. "Well, I got my grandparents, but that's it." Zion said quietly as he looked down. Celothia reached for his hand, and he gave her a small smile.