Okay, I have some explaining to do.

I just won't do it now.

It's a long story, but it involves a disaster of technological proportions. I'll explain later. Just know I'm not giving up.

Here's another weekend chapter. Regular challenges start after this.

"Sigh," Marilee sighed, sadly poking at her breakfast.

None of her other alliance mates, who were the only ones at the table, responded to that.

Narrowing her eyes, Marilee said "Sigh" again, only louder and clearer. When they continued to do or say nothing, Marilee kicked Geoff in the shin from underneath the table.

Letting out a whine and bending down to rub the red spot on his leg, he looked up at his unhappy sister and asked. "Uh, something on your mind, sis?"

Marilee let out a real sigh and slumped. "I feel so bad about what happened with Selena before she left. I shouldn't have been so harsh with her. I hope she forgives me..."

"If she's not dead," Zoey quietly mumbled between bites of breakfast slop. When Duncan, Geoff and Marilee gave her odd looks, she shrugged. "She could be! Xavier says she felled off the Boat of Losers and pro'lly got eated by sharks."

"What are you talking about, kid?" Duncan asked, looking at her like she just grew another head.

Zoey drank some of her juice, then said, "I called Xavie last night and he sayed that Selena never showed up."

"What do you mean you called him?" Marilee asked.

Zoey pulled an iPhone out from her skirt pocket and held it up. "I called him with this!"

Duncan took the device from her and looked it over, finding that it was indeed real and not plastic and filled with candy. "Where'd you get an iPhone?"

Zoey slumped in her seat and looked down at her lap guiltily. "I didn't stole it from one of my lemonade people's purses and replace it with a rock so they wouldn't notice, if that's what you're thinking..."

"Dude, I want an iPhone. Can I have this?" Duncan asked.

"That's not the key issue here!" Marilee exclaimed, snatching the phone from him. "Didn't you hear the part where Selena somehow disappeared between getting on the boat and docking at-" A beep from the iPhone interrupted her and she looked down at it. "Oooh, an Angry Birds update..." She shook her head. "Still not the key issue."

"Wow. Selena's MIA?" Geoff asked, taking the iPhone from Marilee. "That's heavy, man. What if-" He paused, looking down at the phone. "Cool, a Twitter app!"

Marilee looked back at the remaining Calivers and mumbled, "I guess this is a bad time to tell you guys the alliance is pretty much done, huh?"

"Huh?" Duncan looked up from over Geoff's shoulder, who was typing away on the stolen device. "What are you talking about, blondie? We've barely done anything!"

"Yeah, and look at what happened," Marilee said, gesturing to the empty seat that Selena would have usually sat in.

Duncan rolled his eyes and stood up. "Fine. We don't need your suckish alliance, anyway." He grabbed Zoey by the back of her shirt and started dragging her out of the mess hall. "Come on, Zoey. We'll go start our own alliance. With blackjack. And iPhones. And bunnies."

"Yay, bunnies!" Zoey cheered. "They're so fluffy!"

"We're not thinking of the same kind of bunnies."

Once they were out the door, there were only two. Marilee sat back down and began talking. "Okay, you're probably wondering what that was about. Well, the other day, I discovered I may have been wrong about forming an alliance with the DiCaprios. You see-"

She looked over at her brother, just figuring out what he was doing. "Eating breakfast, Zoey stole an iPhone, I stole it from her..." Geoff mumbled as he Twittered away. "Um, I still have a few characters left. What else should I say?"

"How about 'I'm an idiot'?" Marilee suggested, raising an eyebrow at him.

Geoff looked up from his Twitter and told her, "Aww, don't say that about yourself, Mar."

After facepalming, Marilee took the iPhone away from him and said, "Geoffrey, focus. We need to find Trent and Grace and see if they'd want to form an alliance. After seeing what Grace was capable of the other day, we could definitely use her to our advantage... Right after I check my Facebook page."


Once they were out of the mess hall, Marilee decided it would be best to confront Grace alone. "You take Trent, I'll take Grace. They've got to be around here somewhere."

"If you gave me the iPhone, I could text Trent to figure out where he is," Geoff said, looking at the iPhone in her hands with great lust.

Marilee held the phone to her chest, as if she was cradling a child. "You have a cell phone."

"Yeah, but it's a crappy piece of crap cell phone!" Geoff whined. "You have a cell phone too! Why do you get it?"

"Maybe because you chopped all the hair off my Barbies when I was four!" Marilee snapped, glaring at him.

"You didn't even like Barbies!" Geoff said, defending his seven year old self's actions. "You said her clothes were gaudy!"

"Doesn't mean you had to scalp them," Marilee muttered, playing with something on the iPhone. "Now go convince Trenton to be in our alliance while I play Angry Birds and look for Grace."

Moping, Geoff said, "Fine," and walked off.

Marilee walked off soon after, still playing her game. "Wow, those birds really are angry."


Marilee finally found the young girl in the Raven's cabin, smearing some type of unknown substance onto Gwen's pillow.


Grace jumped and spun around. After seeing who it was, she calmed down. "Oh. It's just you."

"Ignoring that." Marilee sat down on Gwen's bunk and motioned for Grace to take a seat as well. "I'm gonna cut to the chase. I know that you're in an alliance with Mia."

"Am not," Grace maturely argued, sticking her tongue out at the blonde.

Marilee rolled her eyes. "Um, are too. I saw you run by the other day, so I followed you. And I think you'd be interested to know what I saw."

Grace raised an eyebrow. "Yeah right. You don't have any proof."

"I don't... Or I didn't. But then I took some pictures..." Marilee pulled her crappy non iPhone cell phone out of her skirt pocket and turned it on. "Here's an interesting picture of you forcing Mia to weight that wheel to tamper with who was going to be in the fanfiction challenge."

"So? She didn't even do it right!" Grace crossed her arms and pouted. "She made it land on Duncan and Selena and they're a bunch of dum dums."

"I won't argue with the fact that they're not the best authors," Marilee muttered. She looked back down at the camera screen and smirked. "Oh, and here's a good one of you screaming in Mia's face. I don't think Chris would approve of an alliance between an intern and a contestant. He'd kick you off if he knew..." She saw that she didn't look too frightened, so she added, "And oh, what would your precious brother think if he knew you were a big cheater?"

Grave looked frightened this time. "No, you can't tell Trent! I'm doing this for him!"

Marilee raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

"Mia and I are working together to make sure Trent wins and Gwen loses! When he has lots of money, he'll forget all about her icky face and never want to see her again!"

"Just when I start thinking you're the smartest three year old on earth, you start saying stupid stuff again."

Deciding to ignore that, Grace pleaded, "You can't tell Trent! He'll be really mad!"

"Oh, of course not," Marilee said, a little too nicely. "Not for somebody who could possibly be my future stepsister."

Grace looked genuinely confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, you didn't know?" Marilee asked, feigning shock. "Oopsies! Well, I guess I might as well tell you. Your daddy is dating my mommy. And it sounds like they really like each other."

"Nuh-uh! I don't believe you!"

"I thought you might not." Marilee pulled out the iPhone and pulled up Facebook. "Look at this picture my mom took of them."

And surely enough, on a certain Bonnie Anderson's Facebook page, there was a picture of her and a certain Vince DiCaprio, sitting together on a park bench, her head resting on his strong shoulder. Marilee almost hurled upon seeing it, but knew it would be perfect ammo for Grace, who she knew wanted the men in her life all to herself.

Grace's brown eyes widened. "No... First Trent, now Daddy..."

"But I have a way to keep them apart."

Grace looked up, hope glinting in her eyes. "Really? How?"

"You just leave that to me." Marilee smirked, setting her new iPhone aside. "But I need you to do something for me."

"Anything! What is it?"

"Join an alliance with me, Geoff, and Trent. All you have to do is not vote for me and Geoff at the elimination ceremonies and we'll take care of the rest."

Grace thought this over for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. And you promise not to tell anyone about Mia and keep your icky mommy away from my daddy?"

"Yeah, sure," Marilee unenthusiastically said.

"Pinky promise?"

Marilee rolled her eyes, linking her pinky with the small one Grace extended to her. "Pinky promise. Now do me a favor and go find Geoff and your brother." Before Grace could leave, Marilee stopped her and pointed to Gwen's ruined pillow. "Uh, what's that?"

"... Stuff." Grace shrugged and jumped off the bed, running out the door.

After she was gone, Marilee smirked to herself. "Dude, everybody acts as if that kid is so smart. I totally just outsmarted her and I didn't even have to try."

She picked the iPhone back up and glared at it. "How is that easy when the ninth level of Angry Birds is so freaking hard?"


"So, dude, what do you think?"

"I dunno, man. Alliances never really end well on this show."

"Good point." Geoff sighed. He wasn't having an easy time convincing Trent to form an alliance.

"But I guess it could work."

Scratch that.

"Really?" Geoff perked up. "Awesome, dude!"

Trent shrugged, getting up from the steps that led to their cabin. "It wouldn't hurt to have Marilee on my side. I'm pretty sure she hates me. She always looks at me like she's wishing I'd drop dead."

"Dude, trust me, that's how she looks at everybody."

Trent shrugged, figuring that was probably true.

"Trent!" he heard a tiny voice yell. He looked past Geoff to see his sister running toward him. Grace stopped in front of him, looking like she was going to explode from her excitement. "Let's be in the ally ants!"

Marilee, not far behind her, rolled her eyes at her attempt to act like a regular, not evil genius kid in front of Trent. "The kid's all for the alliance. You in, Trent?"

Trent nodded, standing up. "Yeah, sounds good."

Marilee smiled. "Great, great. We should have an alliance meeting. Shall we meet in the cave?"

"Sure. Just let me get back some of the sheet music I loaned to Selena," Trent said, walking into the girls side of the cabin.

The iPhone let out a beep, so Marilee pulled it out of her pocket. "Oh, Geoff, you have a tweet..." She looked at who it was from and raised an eyebrow. "Why are you following Greyson Chance?"

"I don't question you about who you follow," Geoff muttered, embarrassed, as he took the phone.

"Yeah, because I don't have a Twitter account. Because I'm not an idiot."

Trent walked back out of the cabin, looking puzzled. "Uh, did either of your girls do something with Selena's stuff?"

Grace shook her head and Marilee raised an eyebrow. "Haven't touched it. Why?"

"Her guitar and music folder isn't where it used to be... Or anywhere at all."

"What?" Marilee walked into the room, with Trent behind her. "It has to be in there somewhere..."

As laid on the ground to look under Selena's old bunk, Trent looked over at the dresser next to it, which had dozens of different kinds of beauty products stuffed on top of it. "Wow, look at all this stuff." Trent started picking some of them up to inspect them. "Concealer, lengthening mascara, at least twenty dfferent shades of eye shadow..." Trent smirked. "Selena must have some major self esteem issues to need all this, huh?"

Marilee stood up and after seeing what he was looking at, quietly said, "Um, that's all mine."

"... Oh."


"... Those are nice shoes."

"Just shut up before you make this any more awkward."

"Yes, ma'am."

After thoroughly searching any place that Selena could have put her guitar and stuff, Marilee started looking through her dresser... Which was empty. "It's not just her guitar that's missing... None of her stuff is here. Her clothes, her suitcase, the stash of stuff she's stolen from other people."

"What?" Trent asked.

Marilee looked up and nodded. "Oh, yeah, Selena's kind of a klepto."


"Let's just say you don't keep 'losing' guitar picks..." She sighed, sitting down on one of the empty bunks, which caused a crinkling noise. Marilee raised an eyebrow and stood back up. She saw that there had been a piece of paper where she had been sitting. "Where'd this come from?"

She took a moment to read the note, and her eyes widened as soon as she fnished. "What's it say?" Trent asked. Marilee handed him the note so he could read it for himself.

You guys can't get rid of me that easily! And you cant keep me from wearing fresh clothes and keeping other people's stuff! This won't be the last time I do a little ninjaing around here... ;D

Tell Geoff that Candace is fine. She's kind of miffed cuz I almost killed her, but she'll get over it. It's Candace we're talking about.


PS- I'm not mad at you anymore, Marilee. You can't help how much of a jerk you are. You have major daddy issues.

"Wow... I can't believe this," Trent said, sitting down on one of the bunks.

"I know... I so don't have daddy issues!" Marilee exclaimed, pacing in front of Trent. "I mean, sure, I hate my dad because he's a gigantic piece of chizz and basically abandoned his family, which I so don't want to go into detail about, but that doesn't mean-"

"Way to keep your priorities in check, Mar," Trent muttered, more to himself than her.