(y/n) - your name

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"Welcome to the kitchen and today's challenge!" I greet the campers as they walked in carrying different kinds of food. "Bass you're on the left table, Gophers you're on the other side."

"Morning sweetheart." Duncan whispers as he walks past me, winking and I chuckle. He stares at me the entire time as I explain the challenge.

"So along with Chris, I'll also be judging. Don't know why though, Chris is enough." I shrug and the campers chuckle. "Ok, so you guys know what to do?" They all nod. "Great! I'll be sticking around here to make sure there are no fires. Let's go guys! Let's Masterchef this thing!" The campers immediately split off into different groups looking after different parts of the meals and I just lean back to watch them.

I wonder how the Gophers are going to keep Owen from eating their food?

I yawn out, sitting myself on a stool as I scrolled through my phone. "Hey (y/n)."

"Hey Gwen." I wave at her as she walks over, a knowing grin on her face as she looks over at Duncan.

"I guess Courtney and Duncan are working together."

"Yeah and?"

"They seem to be getting close."

"They're teammates. They have to work together." I look over at the duo as they already started yelling at each other. "They look like they don't really like each other too so." I shrug.

"Come on, you don't feel a little jealous?" Gwen whines out and I chuckle.

"I mean, not at the moment. Plus I trust him if that means anything to anyone." Gwen pats my back.

"You're an actual softie huh. Also, please tell me what happened in the woods." I groan out but turn to Gwen feeling giddy as I move my hair slight.

"He may have gone "feral" again." Gwen squeals loudly but composed herself again.

"I'm cool, I'm cool." She breathes but starts shaking me. "Does this mean you two are going out!?" She whispers and I shrug.

"We haven't really put a label on it."

"Come on (y/n)! Go for it! Ask him out officially!" I slam my hand over Gwen's mouth before she spoke any louder.

"I'll think about it ok." She nods and I let her go. "Now don't you have a challenge to win?" I grin at her and she salutes me as she jogs back to her team. Duncan walks up to me next once the seat next to me was vacant and plops himself down. "Morning Duncan."

"What were you and goth girl talking about?"

"Nothing!" I squeak out and Duncan smirks at me, moving my hair back from my neck.

"It's fading away."

"Oi, not here!" I swat Duncan's fingers off me and he grins cheekily. "What are you doing to Harold by the way?" I see Geoff and DJ messing with him and spilling water on his clothes.

"That ass can't keep his boxers in check, leaves them lying around."

"Ew!"

"So we're teaching him a lesson."

"Don't push the guy too far but have fun." Duncan ruffles my hair before walking off.

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I was walking around, checking how the teams were doing when Owen slammed the back door open. "Jesus fucking christ!" I flinch seeing Owen all covered in wasp or bee stings?

The poor thing.

"Owen set the crate down and go to the infirmary. I don't want you asphyxiating by any chance." Owen nods and just suddenly yeets the crate of oranges at Trent. "Oh!" I wince as he gets hit in the head, dropped dead on the floor.

"Omg Trent!" Gwen helps him up and he groans.

"You good man?" He nods and gives me a thumbs up. "Keep an eye on him Gwen." she nods and I turn to Courtney as she argues with Duncan.

"Careful your big paws don't mash the pastry!"

"Careful your uptight ass doesn't curdle the custard." I snort and turn around as the doors to the kitchen opens.

"Oh my eyes!" I squeal out, seeing Harold in a male bikini. "Wheres the bleach!" I hear the guys burst out laughing and I grab a random apron, throwing it at Harold. "Put it on!"

"What's with all the noise in here?" Chris asks and he looks at Harold, flinching at the view. "3 hours and counting guys." I suddenly hear Leshawna and Heather fighting as usual and I grab a piece of their pineapple, just enjoying the chaos.

"They really are at each other's throats huh." Duncan mutters out next to me and I nod, grabbing two more pineapple pieces. I plop one in my mouth and hand one to Duncan, amused at how Leshawna was close to throwing hands if the others weren't holding her back.

She grumbles under her breath and I notice how red her hands are. "Hey Leshawna." I throw some gloves in her direction and she thanks me. I got back to scrolling on my phone and my brows furrow when I smell something burning. I look up hearing Heather scream out.

"My eyebrows!" I snort out with Gwen behind my hands as Heather continues to freak out. Harold waltzes in wearing pj's muttering something about hitting him with our best shot and I randomly break out into song.

"I'll shut up now." I clear my throat looking over at Courtney and Duncan going at each other again until Duncan squirts some custard at Courtney's face. She grins evilly and throws the bowl at Duncan, giggling. I cross my arms seeing them muck around and I shrug, brushing the interaction off.

They're just messing around...

"Time's up people! Hands down and away from the counters!" I call out and everyone sighs, backing away from their creations. "Bass will go first at presenting their dishes and then Gophers are next. Good luck guys!" I grin at them and go sit next to Chris.

"Tired?" He asks me as I yawn and ruffles my hair.

"Your meal is coming right up sir and madam." Beth acts and Geoff does the same, lighting up the candelabra.

We get presented with an antipasto and I dive straight for the olives. "Leave some for me!" Chris smacks my hand and I chuckle.

"Sorry." Chris and I both give thumbs up, rating it a 7 and the pasta is next. "Yo, that's really good. Or maybe I'm just hungry." I snicker, tasting the pasta bolognese and flashing my left hand twice since I was too busy eating.

"On a scale of 1 to 10... 15!" Chris exclaims and I nod eagerly, finishing my plate. "How will the Gophers do?" We wait for the team to present the first two courses but Leshawna screeches at Owen.

"Don't tell me you just ate that entire plate of ribs!?" I facepalm when he comes out with a plater of just bones.

"Yeah no." I let Chris eat it and he gives them a 2 out of 10.

"Ok, time for dessert!" Courtney and Duncan bring out their custard pastries and I nervously scratch my head.

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"I hate custard. Like really hate it." I wince at the camera, shuddering.

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I take a bite, wincing at the taste of the custard but I like how crunchy the pastry was. "It was good. I'm giving it a 7, you Chris."

"Meh, a 6." Beth brings in a cake as Chris relays the points for both teams.

"Is it me or does the cake look burnt?" I point out and Chris raises a brow as he stabs it with a fork. It literally disintegrates in a cloud of smoke, a small piece stuck on the fork. "I'm not eating that." I flinch back and Chris eats it. "Oh shit!" He suddenly starts choking and Own gives him a Heimlich.

Chris wraps up the challenge, declaring the Bass team as the winners as he rewarded them with a 5-star dinner under the stars. I frown as Duncan picks up Courtney and jumps around with her in his arms before putting her down when she yells at him.

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"I got nothing to say." I shrug, crossing my arms.

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