The Newlywed Games

Bwuahaha it's another Joy and Jazzy compilation!

The chapters will alternate between the two of us, Jazzy's Chaps are Lillian (unless otherwise stated) and Joys are Terrence (again, unless otherwise stated). Feel free to ask questions as the story unfolds! I hope you enjoy our newest comedy / drama, the Newlywed Games; title having no connection what-so-ever to either 'The Princess Games' or 'The Hunger Games'. It was actually derived from the tv show.... Okay! I'm done talking! I hope you enjoy!

-Jazzeh

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Chapter One: The contestants

        “Lilian! Just jump!” Terrence called out to me, hands fisted at his sides. He glared up at me as I clung for dear life to a swinging rope thirty feet off the ground. Yes, jump, because it’s that easy. Let me see you try to jump from this height into the arms of your worst enemy.

        Did I ever mention that I was afraid of heights? Probably not, because had I known about this challenge, I wouldn’t have ever agreed to joining this show, or pretending to be married to Terrence McGavern. “Jump Damnit!”

         My nails started to dig into the rope when my sweaty fingers began to slip. I couldn’t stop shaking, even if my life depended on it. He seemed so small, so damn small, and they wanted me to jump, and expect him to catch me?

        “Hah! We’re mother effin ninjas West! Mother effin ninjas!” The woman across from me, Dayna, called out to her husband as she jumped into his arms. He twirled her around and hugged her tight before tossing her onto his back and piggybacking her in the direction of the finish line. One couple out of three had finished the Jump of Trust. They were easily the funniest and most worthy couple here. I’ll admit it, I was jealous.

        The last couple, other than Terrence and myself, was no more than fifty feet away from me. Rachel and Spencer. Rachel hung from the rope bawling her eyes out, while her high school sweetheart and now husband cooed to her, promising to catch her. “Spence, baby, I can’t do this I’m so scared, come up here and get me!”

        “Lilian!” Terrence yelled, yet again. My heart took off at a mile a minute. Could I really trust this guy to catch me? It was either that or fall into the lake, and who knew how deep that was.

        “Somebody get my wife down!” Spencer was now calling over his wife’s babbling. She was swinging the rope back and forth with her antics. I couldn’t see her face, but I could tell her her makeup was runny and she was fighting the urge to reach up and wipe at her- she gave in on the urge to reach up and wipe at her eyes. A simpering Rachel fell into the lake waters with a splash and resurfaced seconds later, kicking, flailing and spluttering. That would not be me.

        “Do you promise you’ll catch me, Terrence?” I could hear my voice crack – that would be embarrassing when the season aired. But the question still stood. Would he catch me? My eyes were starting to burn, but of all things to do I refused to look like that bubbly mess Rachel, no matter how afraid I was of falling to my doom and breaking my neck.

        “Of course I’ll catch you. Now hurry up, we’ve lost first place as it is!” My feet swung the bottom of the rope forward, and I felt the wind against my back, the rope was swinging. Once it picked enough height and speed, I stopped flexing my feet and positioned myself to jump knees slightly bent and arms locked outwards. Just as I let go springing my muscles into a leap, the wind gave a powerful surge. I closed my eyes, terrified of what would happen – I was  going to break something I knew it – and wondering how in the hell I got myself into this mess.