I’m going to die.
I’m going to die.
I’m going to die.
I’m going to die.
I’m going to die, Courtney chants in her head as she clung for bare life to the dashboard. She could hardly lift her head off the headrest of the seat, due to the intense speeds. Duncan spins the wheel and the car screeches to make a turn onto an abandoned side road. He drove down the straight-away for just thirty secondi before he lurched the car to a stop da a run-down store. Courtney’s head snapped inoltrare, avanti and she yelped. Her head landed back on the headrest and she gave Duncan a look like, What the hell?
He smirked at her before turning to face the three men sprinting out of the filthy speakeasy. “Ralph, Gunner, Will! The stuff is in the back trunk,” Duncan calls. He presses a button, and the tronco pops open. The three men each grab a barrel, hoist it onto their shoulders, and run it inside. They come back out for two più loads each before the red-head slams the tronco shut. Duncan flicks his hand in the air, like a wave, before zooming off again.
“See, Princess, that wasn’t so bad, was it? We’re done already,” Duncan tells her, looking at her. Courtney stabs a finger at the windshield.
“Keep your eyes on the road!” she hisses. Duncan turns his gaze back to the road, but he smirks to himself. Princess is actually pretty cute when she was scared, he thinks, Her eyes widen, her lips are slightly parted, and…
Suddenly, Courtney shouts, “Police!”
Duncan glances in the rear-view mirror to confermare her outburst. Six headlights were quickly gaining ground, slowly catching up to them. Six lights meant three police cars. Not too bad. Duncan had outrun seven cops before. He steps on the gas pedal, propelling them farther.
“I’m going to go to jail!” Courtney wails louder than the police sirens.
“No te ain’t, Princess. And neither am I,” Duncan tells her. He spins the wheel, and they slide around a corner, tires screeching. He barely sideswipes a huge latte truck. Duncan presses a button, and the superiore, in alto starts to unfold, becoming the roof again.
Now that the roof was up, they gained più aerodynamics and sped up faster. Duncan pressed down on the gas pedal as they approached a strada, via ahead of them that was full of hills. Duncan hangs half of his torso out of the window, aiming a pistol at the police, keeping one hand on the wheel. Duncan fires four rapid shots and turns back to the road.
The Rolls Royce ramps up the steep hill, and due to their high speed, they were airborne for a few seconds. To Courtney, everything seemed to be going in slow motion. Duncan slowly raises his fist out of the window and shouts, “Whoooooo!” Courtney turns her head to see the police behind them, their flashing lights slicing through the air… Red, whoomph… Blue, whoomph… Red, whoomph. The lights flowed da like a slow foghorn. As they reach the peak of their height, Courtney’s stomach went up into her throat. As the car slammed into the ground, everything resumed regular speed.
There were three ‘boom’ sounds as the police’s tires landed on the ground, still chasing her and Duncan. Then Duncan quickly turns a corner, and the first police car misses the turn. The other two cars still are on the chase. Next, Duncan blows through another red light, and the cop closest to them make it through the light also. But the secondo police car gets stuck behind traffic.
“We’re losing them!” Courtney exclaims happily.
“Told’ja, Princess.” Duncan presses down harder on the gas pedal, and soon they are blocks away from the police. But they could still see the flashing lights all the way behind them. Duncan turns into an alley, and stops the car. He dives out of the car and exclaims, “Quick, out of the car!”
Courtney hops out and slams the door shut. They could hear the advancing police siren. A teen leaps out of a dumpster, gives Duncan a high-five, and jumps into the driver’s seat. He drives the car out of the alley and away from the police.
Duncan kicks a wooden board out of a doorway, and the nails snap out at the wood crashes down. He takes Courtney’s hand and pulls her into the pitch-black room, which was so small that it was almost like a closet. He pulls her into his lap and they wait, panting, for the police.
Duncan’s muscular arm was gently wrapped around her waist, and Courtney could feel his warm breath on her ear. The police car suddenly pulls into the alleyway and stops. The cop climbs out, hands on his waist, and surveys the scene. Then he reaches into the cop car, grabs the radio, and says, “Car 27 to base, car 27 to base: I think we’ve Lost ’em.”
Duncan’s arm softly squeezes Courtney’s waist, and she can feel his smirk in the air. She smiles too. All of a sudden, reality hits Courtney. This could be the time where she’s finally saved from being kidnapped! All she has to do is open her mouth and scream…
But wait! Did Duncan have a gun? Surely he’d shoot me for turning him in, then the successivo person he’d shoot would be the cop, Courtney debates. She casually shifts herself in Duncan’s lap. Nope. No gun. She was sitting on his hips, so she would’ve felt the gun in his cintura loop.
The police replaces the radio in the hook, and turns to analyze the alley. He itches the back of his balding head.
So what’s holding me back, then? Duncan is a criminal, and he deserves to be in jail! But then again…he’s been nothing but nice to me since he’s, well, kidnapped me. Wait…shouldn’t a kidnapper be in jail, though? Even though he’s a nice…and hot kidnapper…does he deserve to be in jail for twenty o thirty years? Jeez, Courtney, get a grip! He’s a fucking kidnapper! Just open your big mouth, and scream. Scream for all you’re worth!
But somehow… Courtney couldn’t get herself to turn Duncan in.
After the police had drove away, Courtney climbs out of Duncan’s lap and they both stand up. Duncan looks at Courtney, who was wiping dust off of her skirt. She looks up and sees Duncan’s expression. “What?”
“Why didn’t te turn me in?” Duncan asks. He leads her out of the doorway and back into the alley. They walk out of the alley the way that the Rolls Royce had gone, the opposite way the police had gone. Surprisingly, they were right in front of the hideout.
“Well…yeah…” Courtney says, not really knowing what else to say. Duncan grins and grabs the doorknob of the front door. He opens the door, and he and Courtney immediately step right into the middle of a party. Guys immediately swarm around Duncan, giving him high-fives and patting him on the back.
“Awesome runaway, dude,” detto Damien, the gangster from the rooftop that first night. “We watched the whole thing from the tenth floor window. Very nice.”
“Thanks, man,” Duncan responds. He turns to Courtney, who has a shell-shocked look on her face. “We have a party after each rum-run. It’s kindof a tradition now,” he explains with a shrug. Courtney lifts an eyebrow and nods as a drunk gangster skips past her, spilling whiskey from an open bottle.
“Mmhmm, well, I think I’ll just go and sleep o whatever,” Courtney excuses, heading towards the staircase. Duncan grabs her arm and spins her around.
“Come on, Princess, let loose! We just gone done outrunning the cops, and te just want to go and sleep?” Duncan demands.
“Uh… yeah,” Courtney continues, “This isn’t the kind of thing my mother raised me to get involved in.”
“Fine,” Duncan replies, “Go continue being a stuck-up, goody-two-shoes rich girl.” A guy hands Duncan a bottle of vodka and dives back into the throbbing, dancing crowd. He tilts his head back, takes a big swig, and takes a step away from Courtney to go party.
Courtney reaches out, grabs Duncan’s shoulder, and spins him around. She snatches the bottle of vodka from his hands and takes a big sip of it herself. Duncan raises his eyebrows and watches in amusement. She hands the bottle back to Duncan and wipes the back of her hand across her mouth.
The vodka burned Courtney’s throat since it was so strong. It had a faint limonata taste, though she definitely knew it wasn’t. She kept a straight face even when she was tempted to wrinkle her nose and gag. She crossed her arms to hold herself together.
“Very nice, Princess,” he praises.
“Now let’s dance,” Courtney demands, pulling Duncan into the crowd. Once they reach the middle of the dance floor, she faces Duncan and a new song begins. (A/N: I know absolutely NO old jazz songs, so I’m just going to pretend our Musica was around in the 1920’s. Lol. This is Starstruck da Lady GaGa Featuring Flo Rida.)
Groove slam, work it back.
Filter that, baby, bump that track.
Groove slam, work it back.
Filter that, baby, bump that track.
Groove slam, work it back.
spazio Cowboy, just play that track.
GaGa in the room, so starstruck,
Cherry, cherry, cherry, cherry, boom-boom!
Courtney swings her hips to the beat, swinging her hair everywhere. Duncan was hypnotized, but he danced right along successivo to her. Every now and then, Courtney would reach over and take another sip of vodka. To her, the liquor gave her a pleasant fuzzy feeling in her head, plus, it tasted better with each sip.
Rollin' up to the club on the weekend,
Stylin' out to the beat that you're freakin'.
Fantasize on the track that you're tweakin'.
Blow my cuore up!
Put your hands on my waist, pull the fader,
Run it back with original flavor.
Queue me up, I'm the twelve on your table.
I'm so starstruck!
Duncan was looking hotter and hotter to Courtney... the way he swing his black hair, pumped his hands in the air, and how his tie bounced along to the beat. Courtney looks down and sees that her tie was doing the same thing, too. As the song reaches it's chorus, Courtney swings her hips harder, sending her gonna twirling around her slim waist.
So starstruck, baby, could te blow my cuore up?
I'm so starstruck!
Baby, could te blow my cuore up?
I'm so starstruck!
Baby, could te blow my cuore up?
I'm so starstruck!
Baby, could te blow my cuore up?
Either the liquor was messing with Courtney's head, o her body was slowly turning numb. Either numb, o just less responsive. Somebody bumps against the back of Courtney, and she feels a slight pinch on her butt. She scoots away from the person with wandering fingers, unknowingly bringing herself closer to Duncan.
Baby, now that we're alone, got a request:
Would te make me number one on your playlist?
Got your dirty headphones with the left side on,
Wanna scratch it back and forth, back and forth, uh-uh.
Put your hands on my waist, pull the fader,
Run it back with original flavor.
Put the breakdown first,
Up into the chorus to the verse, bick-a-bick, a reverse.
Duncan sees Tyler pinch Courtney. Strangely, some nerve is struck within Duncan, some nerve that hasn't been struck in a long time... Luckily for him, Courtney swats at the hand and scoots closer to Duncan. It was an innocent move, but it somehow made him inwardly rejoice.
Hey, lived all my life really, really is that him?
I haven't seen here before, and she got all them big rims
It's it like cash flow, my baby don't trip
Should shawty say hand over your signature right here
Like a just a dotted line, and I'm supposed to sign
How she add it up, a fanatic and I think it's going down
She's so starstruck, the gal all stuck
I shoulda had an overdose on too many Starbucks
Ain't neva seen a balla, paper that stack taller
Stunna soon let the superiore, in alto back on that Chevy impala
Hummers and all that fully loaded with two ballers
What do te call that when you're shawty with two daughters?
But that's another chapter, slow lover bachelor
I don't know me, that's part of the baby actor
Complete swagger, there go the dagger
Got what she want, shawty happily ever after
Courtney slings an arm around Duncan's neck, bringing them into closer proximity than he could have imagined. Well... scratch that thought. Duncan's imagination was pretty vivid. He smelled her breath, and smelling the heavy liquor on her breath (well, scratch that thought, too... vodka was hardly strong to Duncan anymore, since vodka was pretty much just a weak version of moonshine). Duncan knew that Courtney was smashed.
Groove slam, work it back
Filter that, baby bump that track
Groove slam, work it back
Filter that, baby bump that track
Groove slam, work it back
Filter that, baby bump that track
Groove slam, work it back
Filter that, baby bump that track
Baby now that we're alone, got a request
Would te make me number one on your playlist?
Got your dirty headphones with the left side on
Wanna scratch it back and forth, back and forth, uhuh
Put your hands on my waist, pull the fader
Run it back with original flavor
Put the breakdown first
Up into the chorus to the verse, I'm so, I'm so...
Courtney was looking up into Duncan's alzavola, teal eyes, which were practically glowing in the dim room. Suddenly, Duncan's lips collide with hers. Who leaned in first? Courtney really didn't know. All she knew was that... Duncan had really, really, really soft lips. Their lips moves with a sychronized movement that almost seemed like dance steps. This way, that way, this way again... Their bodies were jostled with other dancing gangsters in the room, but now, they were in their own element... an element that both of them really, really enjoyed.
So starstruck, baby, could te blow my cuore up?
I'm so starstruck!
Baby, could te blow my cuore up?
I'm so starstruck!
Baby, could te blow my cuore up?
I'm so starstruck!
Baby, could te blow my cuore up?
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I’m going to die.
I’m going to die.
I’m going to die.
I’m going to die, Courtney chants in her head as she clung for bare life to the dashboard. She could hardly lift her head off the headrest of the seat, due to the intense speeds. Duncan spins the wheel and the car screeches to make a turn onto an abandoned side road. He drove down the straight-away for just thirty secondi before he lurched the car to a stop da a run-down store. Courtney’s head snapped inoltrare, avanti and she yelped. Her head landed back on the headrest and she gave Duncan a look like, What the hell?
He smirked at her before turning to face the three men sprinting out of the filthy speakeasy. “Ralph, Gunner, Will! The stuff is in the back trunk,” Duncan calls. He presses a button, and the tronco pops open. The three men each grab a barrel, hoist it onto their shoulders, and run it inside. They come back out for two più loads each before the red-head slams the tronco shut. Duncan flicks his hand in the air, like a wave, before zooming off again.
“See, Princess, that wasn’t so bad, was it? We’re done already,” Duncan tells her, looking at her. Courtney stabs a finger at the windshield.
“Keep your eyes on the road!” she hisses. Duncan turns his gaze back to the road, but he smirks to himself. Princess is actually pretty cute when she was scared, he thinks, Her eyes widen, her lips are slightly parted, and…
Suddenly, Courtney shouts, “Police!”
Duncan glances in the rear-view mirror to confermare her outburst. Six headlights were quickly gaining ground, slowly catching up to them. Six lights meant three police cars. Not too bad. Duncan had outrun seven cops before. He steps on the gas pedal, propelling them farther.
“I’m going to go to jail!” Courtney wails louder than the police sirens.
“No te ain’t, Princess. And neither am I,” Duncan tells her. He spins the wheel, and they slide around a corner, tires screeching. He barely sideswipes a huge latte truck. Duncan presses a button, and the superiore, in alto starts to unfold, becoming the roof again.
Now that the roof was up, they gained più aerodynamics and sped up faster. Duncan pressed down on the gas pedal as they approached a strada, via ahead of them that was full of hills. Duncan hangs half of his torso out of the window, aiming a pistol at the police, keeping one hand on the wheel. Duncan fires four rapid shots and turns back to the road.
The Rolls Royce ramps up the steep hill, and due to their high speed, they were airborne for a few seconds. To Courtney, everything seemed to be going in slow motion. Duncan slowly raises his fist out of the window and shouts, “Whoooooo!” Courtney turns her head to see the police behind them, their flashing lights slicing through the air… Red, whoomph… Blue, whoomph… Red, whoomph. The lights flowed da like a slow foghorn. As they reach the peak of their height, Courtney’s stomach went up into her throat. As the car slammed into the ground, everything resumed regular speed.
There were three ‘boom’ sounds as the police’s tires landed on the ground, still chasing her and Duncan. Then Duncan quickly turns a corner, and the first police car misses the turn. The other two cars still are on the chase. Next, Duncan blows through another red light, and the cop closest to them make it through the light also. But the secondo police car gets stuck behind traffic.
“We’re losing them!” Courtney exclaims happily.
“Told’ja, Princess.” Duncan presses down harder on the gas pedal, and soon they are blocks away from the police. But they could still see the flashing lights all the way behind them. Duncan turns into an alley, and stops the car. He dives out of the car and exclaims, “Quick, out of the car!”
Courtney hops out and slams the door shut. They could hear the advancing police siren. A teen leaps out of a dumpster, gives Duncan a high-five, and jumps into the driver’s seat. He drives the car out of the alley and away from the police.
Duncan kicks a wooden board out of a doorway, and the nails snap out at the wood crashes down. He takes Courtney’s hand and pulls her into the pitch-black room, which was so small that it was almost like a closet. He pulls her into his lap and they wait, panting, for the police.
Duncan’s muscular arm was gently wrapped around her waist, and Courtney could feel his warm breath on her ear. The police car suddenly pulls into the alleyway and stops. The cop climbs out, hands on his waist, and surveys the scene. Then he reaches into the cop car, grabs the radio, and says, “Car 27 to base, car 27 to base: I think we’ve Lost ’em.”
Duncan’s arm softly squeezes Courtney’s waist, and she can feel his smirk in the air. She smiles too. All of a sudden, reality hits Courtney. This could be the time where she’s finally saved from being kidnapped! All she has to do is open her mouth and scream…
But wait! Did Duncan have a gun? Surely he’d shoot me for turning him in, then the successivo person he’d shoot would be the cop, Courtney debates. She casually shifts herself in Duncan’s lap. Nope. No gun. She was sitting on his hips, so she would’ve felt the gun in his cintura loop.
The police replaces the radio in the hook, and turns to analyze the alley. He itches the back of his balding head.
So what’s holding me back, then? Duncan is a criminal, and he deserves to be in jail! But then again…he’s been nothing but nice to me since he’s, well, kidnapped me. Wait…shouldn’t a kidnapper be in jail, though? Even though he’s a nice…and hot kidnapper…does he deserve to be in jail for twenty o thirty years? Jeez, Courtney, get a grip! He’s a fucking kidnapper! Just open your big mouth, and scream. Scream for all you’re worth!
But somehow… Courtney couldn’t get herself to turn Duncan in.
After the police had drove away, Courtney climbs out of Duncan’s lap and they both stand up. Duncan looks at Courtney, who was wiping dust off of her skirt. She looks up and sees Duncan’s expression. “What?”
“Why didn’t te turn me in?” Duncan asks. He leads her out of the doorway and back into the alley. They walk out of the alley the way that the Rolls Royce had gone, the opposite way the police had gone. Surprisingly, they were right in front of the hideout.
“Well…yeah…” Courtney says, not really knowing what else to say. Duncan grins and grabs the doorknob of the front door. He opens the door, and he and Courtney immediately step right into the middle of a party. Guys immediately swarm around Duncan, giving him high-fives and patting him on the back.
“Awesome runaway, dude,” detto Damien, the gangster from the rooftop that first night. “We watched the whole thing from the tenth floor window. Very nice.”
“Thanks, man,” Duncan responds. He turns to Courtney, who has a shell-shocked look on her face. “We have a party after each rum-run. It’s kindof a tradition now,” he explains with a shrug. Courtney lifts an eyebrow and nods as a drunk gangster skips past her, spilling whiskey from an open bottle.
“Mmhmm, well, I think I’ll just go and sleep o whatever,” Courtney excuses, heading towards the staircase. Duncan grabs her arm and spins her around.
“Come on, Princess, let loose! We just gone done outrunning the cops, and te just want to go and sleep?” Duncan demands.
“Uh… yeah,” Courtney continues, “This isn’t the kind of thing my mother raised me to get involved in.”
“Fine,” Duncan replies, “Go continue being a stuck-up, goody-two-shoes rich girl.” A guy hands Duncan a bottle of vodka and dives back into the throbbing, dancing crowd. He tilts his head back, takes a big swig, and takes a step away from Courtney to go party.
Courtney reaches out, grabs Duncan’s shoulder, and spins him around. She snatches the bottle of vodka from his hands and takes a big sip of it herself. Duncan raises his eyebrows and watches in amusement. She hands the bottle back to Duncan and wipes the back of her hand across her mouth.
The vodka burned Courtney’s throat since it was so strong. It had a faint limonata taste, though she definitely knew it wasn’t. She kept a straight face even when she was tempted to wrinkle her nose and gag. She crossed her arms to hold herself together.
“Very nice, Princess,” he praises.
“Now let’s dance,” Courtney demands, pulling Duncan into the crowd. Once they reach the middle of the dance floor, she faces Duncan and a new song begins. (A/N: I know absolutely NO old jazz songs, so I’m just going to pretend our Musica was around in the 1920’s. Lol. This is Starstruck da Lady GaGa Featuring Flo Rida.)
Groove slam, work it back.
Filter that, baby, bump that track.
Groove slam, work it back.
Filter that, baby, bump that track.
Groove slam, work it back.
spazio Cowboy, just play that track.
GaGa in the room, so starstruck,
Cherry, cherry, cherry, cherry, boom-boom!
Courtney swings her hips to the beat, swinging her hair everywhere. Duncan was hypnotized, but he danced right along successivo to her. Every now and then, Courtney would reach over and take another sip of vodka. To her, the liquor gave her a pleasant fuzzy feeling in her head, plus, it tasted better with each sip.
Rollin' up to the club on the weekend,
Stylin' out to the beat that you're freakin'.
Fantasize on the track that you're tweakin'.
Blow my cuore up!
Put your hands on my waist, pull the fader,
Run it back with original flavor.
Queue me up, I'm the twelve on your table.
I'm so starstruck!
Duncan was looking hotter and hotter to Courtney... the way he swing his black hair, pumped his hands in the air, and how his tie bounced along to the beat. Courtney looks down and sees that her tie was doing the same thing, too. As the song reaches it's chorus, Courtney swings her hips harder, sending her gonna twirling around her slim waist.
So starstruck, baby, could te blow my cuore up?
I'm so starstruck!
Baby, could te blow my cuore up?
I'm so starstruck!
Baby, could te blow my cuore up?
I'm so starstruck!
Baby, could te blow my cuore up?
Either the liquor was messing with Courtney's head, o her body was slowly turning numb. Either numb, o just less responsive. Somebody bumps against the back of Courtney, and she feels a slight pinch on her butt. She scoots away from the person with wandering fingers, unknowingly bringing herself closer to Duncan.
Baby, now that we're alone, got a request:
Would te make me number one on your playlist?
Got your dirty headphones with the left side on,
Wanna scratch it back and forth, back and forth, uh-uh.
Put your hands on my waist, pull the fader,
Run it back with original flavor.
Put the breakdown first,
Up into the chorus to the verse, bick-a-bick, a reverse.
Duncan sees Tyler pinch Courtney. Strangely, some nerve is struck within Duncan, some nerve that hasn't been struck in a long time... Luckily for him, Courtney swats at the hand and scoots closer to Duncan. It was an innocent move, but it somehow made him inwardly rejoice.
Hey, lived all my life really, really is that him?
I haven't seen here before, and she got all them big rims
It's it like cash flow, my baby don't trip
Should shawty say hand over your signature right here
Like a just a dotted line, and I'm supposed to sign
How she add it up, a fanatic and I think it's going down
She's so starstruck, the gal all stuck
I shoulda had an overdose on too many Starbucks
Ain't neva seen a balla, paper that stack taller
Stunna soon let the superiore, in alto back on that Chevy impala
Hummers and all that fully loaded with two ballers
What do te call that when you're shawty with two daughters?
But that's another chapter, slow lover bachelor
I don't know me, that's part of the baby actor
Complete swagger, there go the dagger
Got what she want, shawty happily ever after
Courtney slings an arm around Duncan's neck, bringing them into closer proximity than he could have imagined. Well... scratch that thought. Duncan's imagination was pretty vivid. He smelled her breath, and smelling the heavy liquor on her breath (well, scratch that thought, too... vodka was hardly strong to Duncan anymore, since vodka was pretty much just a weak version of moonshine). Duncan knew that Courtney was smashed.
Groove slam, work it back
Filter that, baby bump that track
Groove slam, work it back
Filter that, baby bump that track
Groove slam, work it back
Filter that, baby bump that track
Groove slam, work it back
Filter that, baby bump that track
Baby now that we're alone, got a request
Would te make me number one on your playlist?
Got your dirty headphones with the left side on
Wanna scratch it back and forth, back and forth, uhuh
Put your hands on my waist, pull the fader
Run it back with original flavor
Put the breakdown first
Up into the chorus to the verse, I'm so, I'm so...
Courtney was looking up into Duncan's alzavola, teal eyes, which were practically glowing in the dim room. Suddenly, Duncan's lips collide with hers. Who leaned in first? Courtney really didn't know. All she knew was that... Duncan had really, really, really soft lips. Their lips moves with a sychronized movement that almost seemed like dance steps. This way, that way, this way again... Their bodies were jostled with other dancing gangsters in the room, but now, they were in their own element... an element that both of them really, really enjoyed.
So starstruck, baby, could te blow my cuore up?
I'm so starstruck!
Baby, could te blow my cuore up?
I'm so starstruck!
Baby, could te blow my cuore up?
I'm so starstruck!
Baby, could te blow my cuore up?
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sierra and mike tried to go different ways but they could not make up there minds and who is going were.
Mike: No te go first
Sierra: No you
and they want on and on. Well up at the flags were Dakota and heather.
heather: Im going to win this
Dakota: good luck
And then heather jumped on Dakota and they were fighting and sam ran up and took a flag and was the first do finish. Now thats go back to Sierra and Mike.
Sierra:*falls onto Mike* oh sorry for tha..she stop
Mike: *Stop her with a kiss* i dont mind :)
Then chef came and hit Sierra in the back with a paint ball and Mike in the forehead.
Mike: owwww!!! that hurt
Chef: your out, go and sit over there with the other luv people
Sierra: CODY!!!!! is my CODY OVER THERE!!!
Chef: yes,yes he is
Sierra:* walk to the place were they were sitting* that red head ha rubato, stola my CODY-KINS she is so dead!!
più ideas plz i need più :)
Mike: No te go first
Sierra: No you
and they want on and on. Well up at the flags were Dakota and heather.
heather: Im going to win this
Dakota: good luck
And then heather jumped on Dakota and they were fighting and sam ran up and took a flag and was the first do finish. Now thats go back to Sierra and Mike.
Sierra:*falls onto Mike* oh sorry for tha..she stop
Mike: *Stop her with a kiss* i dont mind :)
Then chef came and hit Sierra in the back with a paint ball and Mike in the forehead.
Mike: owwww!!! that hurt
Chef: your out, go and sit over there with the other luv people
Sierra: CODY!!!!! is my CODY OVER THERE!!!
Chef: yes,yes he is
Sierra:* walk to the place were they were sitting* that red head ha rubato, stola my CODY-KINS she is so dead!!
più ideas plz i need più :)
ok so lets start :)
Sierra: CODY!! CODY!! were did te go! she yelled
Sierra ran over to cody and zoey.
Sierra: come on cody-kins lets go win this.
Zoey: wait!
Sierra: what now red!
Zoey: me and Cody are out we got hit with a paint ball
Sierra: oh.......ok and cody do not talk to that girl
Zoey: i have a name te know.
Sierra: who cares.
and then they walked off Zoey and Cody were not the only ones out Dawn and Noah were there to.
Zoey: how did te guys get paint balled
Noah: we were making out behind a tree
Dawn: what about you
Zoey: we were going to baciare and then we get paint balled
Cody: umm Zoey do te still....
Zoey stop cody with a kiss. "happy" she said.
Sierra ran into mike on the way to get a flag and i mean ran into each other.
Mike: oh sorry i didn't see te there *said rubbing his head*
Sierra: *stared into Mikes eyes* te have pretty eyes, i i i mean ok its ok.
What will happen to Sierra and mike in part 5 plz need più ideas :)
Sierra: CODY!! CODY!! were did te go! she yelled
Sierra ran over to cody and zoey.
Sierra: come on cody-kins lets go win this.
Zoey: wait!
Sierra: what now red!
Zoey: me and Cody are out we got hit with a paint ball
Sierra: oh.......ok and cody do not talk to that girl
Zoey: i have a name te know.
Sierra: who cares.
and then they walked off Zoey and Cody were not the only ones out Dawn and Noah were there to.
Zoey: how did te guys get paint balled
Noah: we were making out behind a tree
Dawn: what about you
Zoey: we were going to baciare and then we get paint balled
Cody: umm Zoey do te still....
Zoey stop cody with a kiss. "happy" she said.
Sierra ran into mike on the way to get a flag and i mean ran into each other.
Mike: oh sorry i didn't see te there *said rubbing his head*
Sierra: *stared into Mikes eyes* te have pretty eyes, i i i mean ok its ok.
What will happen to Sierra and mike in part 5 plz need più ideas :)
so were we left off Sierra was yell at Cody for winking at Zoey so thats see what happens.
Sierra: * rans over to zoey and smaks her face*
Zoey: what was that for!
Sierra: well te are flirting with my Cody-kins!!
Zoey: I was not Cody was!
So lets just leave them a lone for right now. Well the campers see its not really a race, there were people making out (Bridgett and jeff) and holding hands and talking so really its just a get to te people.
When Sierra and zoey were done fighting Sierra forgot Cody (thats a first) and mike well i think hes lost.
Cody:*walks up to Zoey* Sorry about Sierra she thinks she is going to marry me.
Zoey: I can see that she detto holding her arm
they leaned in to baciare but then chef came and got Cody in the head with a paint ball and Zoey in the are.
Chef: YOUR OUT
Cody and Zoey detto at the same time "WHAT"!
what will happen successivo :)
Sierra: * rans over to zoey and smaks her face*
Zoey: what was that for!
Sierra: well te are flirting with my Cody-kins!!
Zoey: I was not Cody was!
So lets just leave them a lone for right now. Well the campers see its not really a race, there were people making out (Bridgett and jeff) and holding hands and talking so really its just a get to te people.
When Sierra and zoey were done fighting Sierra forgot Cody (thats a first) and mike well i think hes lost.
Cody:*walks up to Zoey* Sorry about Sierra she thinks she is going to marry me.
Zoey: I can see that she detto holding her arm
they leaned in to baciare but then chef came and got Cody in the head with a paint ball and Zoey in the are.
Chef: YOUR OUT
Cody and Zoey detto at the same time "WHAT"!
what will happen successivo :)
ok so this one has 2 parts 2 it and ya so hope te like.
Chris:Noah there are no team in this ok
Noah: fine
Chris: ok so your challenge is to go to the other side of the island and get a flag,if te come back with a flag te can not get voted off,and just so te know there are only 15 flags oh and watch out for chef he has a paint ball gun and te dont want to get hit da that, and GO!!
All the players were off and Noah and Dawn stop to talk.
Dawn: te really wanted to be on my team.
Noah: umm ya a bit
Dawn:*she kissed him on the cheek* Good luck te will need it.
Noah:*he blushed* te too
Now lets go up to zoey and mike well lets just say mike 'fall' into a puddle. Sierra was looking at Cody the hole time and seen him wink at zoey.
Sierra:*she stopped Cody* DID te JUST WINK AT THE RED HEAD!!!
Cody: no......ummmm yes
Find out what will happen tomorrow dadadaaaa :)
Chris:Noah there are no team in this ok
Noah: fine
Chris: ok so your challenge is to go to the other side of the island and get a flag,if te come back with a flag te can not get voted off,and just so te know there are only 15 flags oh and watch out for chef he has a paint ball gun and te dont want to get hit da that, and GO!!
All the players were off and Noah and Dawn stop to talk.
Dawn: te really wanted to be on my team.
Noah: umm ya a bit
Dawn:*she kissed him on the cheek* Good luck te will need it.
Noah:*he blushed* te too
Now lets go up to zoey and mike well lets just say mike 'fall' into a puddle. Sierra was looking at Cody the hole time and seen him wink at zoey.
Sierra:*she stopped Cody* DID te JUST WINK AT THE RED HEAD!!!
Cody: no......ummmm yes
Find out what will happen tomorrow dadadaaaa :)
so we last seen the cast meeting each other so lets continue.
Dawn:*walks up to Noah* Hi im Dawn
Noah:*mouth open wide* h h hi i im N nnnNoah he detto luv struck
Dakota:*walks up to Heather* hi im Dakota
Heather: what ever.......im heather
Dakota: Sam were did te go this time*ran of to find Sam
Heather turned around and detto to everyone "ok the people here are really weird"
Sierra: I hope the red head does not take my cody-kins*she detto hugging Cody vary hard his face turned red
Cody:why would te say that...and can te let me go i cant breath
Sierra: oh sorry bunny face
Chris walks up to the campers and announced " time for the first challenge"
Noah yells " I want to be on Dawns team" everyone look at him he just blushed and so did dawn.
Need più ideas so plz plz plzzzz commento :)
Dawn:*walks up to Noah* Hi im Dawn
Noah:*mouth open wide* h h hi i im N nnnNoah he detto luv struck
Dakota:*walks up to Heather* hi im Dakota
Heather: what ever.......im heather
Dakota: Sam were did te go this time*ran of to find Sam
Heather turned around and detto to everyone "ok the people here are really weird"
Sierra: I hope the red head does not take my cody-kins*she detto hugging Cody vary hard his face turned red
Cody:why would te say that...and can te let me go i cant breath
Sierra: oh sorry bunny face
Chris walks up to the campers and announced " time for the first challenge"
Noah yells " I want to be on Dawns team" everyone look at him he just blushed and so did dawn.
Need più ideas so plz plz plzzzz commento :)
