Boy, he wasn’t the only one. I’d had dreams of a rather uncomfortable nature myself, involving eating pastries off of his rock-hard abs. I flushed bright red, thinking of that. “Well, hang in there. There’s bound to be a fishing tackle reward coming up. Come on. I’ll show you what the plants look like.”
“Lead the way.”
Jendan and I walked through the jungle, making idle chatter to pass the time as I scoured the leafy floor looking for the plants. We went over the basics, like strangers on a blind date do. He grew up in California; I was an Alabama girl. He got a degree in Kinesiology - I dropped out of college and when I did go to school, my major was Anthropology. He liked hockey, I liked baseball.
Even though we didn’t have the basics in common, there were parallels between us. We were both middle children. We were both the peacemakers in our family. We were both methodical and tried to think things through before acting. And we both shared an optimistic view on life.
I felt like I knew Jendan. Even though we’d met on the island and had only spent an afternoon or two together, he was one of those people that I felt like I knew, right to my bones. This was a man I could trust. A man who was good and kind and thoughtful. It was there in his actions - from the way he held my hand to help me over a particularly large fallen tree, to the way he averted his gaze from my breasts when we talked.
Jendan was a nice guy. A friend.
It was kind of refreshing after being stranded for a week with someone like Kip. Someone that expected to get by on looks and charm alone.
“Ah, there’s a taro plant,” I told him, spotting one of the elusive creatures. I headed forward and approached it, running my fingers along the edges of one large leaf. “See these? They look like elephant ears. You want to dig up the root, though. A stick will do.”
He glanced around, and then headed off to the side. “I think I saw a decent stick over here.” As he walked forward, I admired his body. Something caught my eye, and seeing it, I froze.
There, right in front of Jendan, was a tree with a neat split right down the middle.
Chapter Nine
“Hello, my name is Jendan Abercrombie, a permanent resident of the fucking friend zone. Every damn time.” — Jendan Abercrombie, Day 7, Endurance Island: Power Players
I didn’t say anything about the split tree.
Maybe I should have, but I was playing the game for myself, right? I couldn’t show my whole hand right away. That’d be stupid for sure. I did hold my breath as Jendan dug at a taro root close to the tree, but if he realized it was forked, he ignored it.
Maybe he didn’t have the same clue I did. Maybe there was a Pandora’s Box for each team and he had a different clue. Maybe Sunnie had the clue. My head spun with all the ‘maybes.’
We dug for roots a bit longer, finding both taro and tapioca. Jendan insisted on sharing the findings with me, so we’d both have something good to eat back at our respective camps. When the cameraman notified us that the Judgment challenge would be in an hour, Jendan hugged me, which made me intensely aware of his body against mine. He thanked me for my help, and asked to meet me again the next day.
Of course I agreed. Visiting Jendan made the long, boring day go by so much faster. While things looked exciting on TV, the ‘reality’ of reality TV was that for every five minutes of interesting television, it equaled out to lots and lots of boring hours on our end. Talking to Kip always seemed to shred my temper, so I avoided him.
It was just…really nice to talk to Jendan and have someone on the same level as me. Someone whose conversation wasn’t the equivalent of “Tits or GTFO.”
Jendan waved goodbye and headed further into the jungle. I returned to camp and was immediately hustled toward the waiting speedboat for the next Judgment Challenge.
“Hey, do you have your canteen?” Kip asked me, yawning as we boarded the boat. “Mine’s empty and you weren’t around to boil me some more.”
I shot him a scathing look. “Boil your own water.”
“If you don’t boil me some, I’ll just take yours when you’re not looking.”
He would, too. And then I’d have to boil some anyway, and he’d just take what he wanted. Seething, I plopped down in the boat and didn’t speak until we got to the challenge.
That particular Judgment challenge was a tricky one, with a stair-step puzzle and an obstacle course to retrieve the puzzle pieces. Nevertheless, Kip and I performed well as a team, and we ended up in second place, safely out of danger. To my relief, Jendan and Sunnie pulled into fourth place. Jendan had put Sunnie in charge of organizing the puzzle while he did all of the physical work, and it ended up working to their advantage. In last place were Emilio/Leslie - Team Seven - and Jerry/Saul — Team 5. Kip wanted to vote to keep Emilio and Leslie out of solidarity for our own prior season. I was fine with that, since Jerry and Saul would end up being a tougher team to beat in future challenges. It seemed like we weren’t the only ones thinking that way — Jerry and Saul lost the vote and went to Judgment, and after a water-hauling challenge, Jerry went home. Saul was now playing solo.
When the challenge was over, we went back to camp. Kip immediately collapsed in my small shelter, hogging it. “If you’re heading to get water, my canteen’s by the fire pit.”
Furious, I scooped up his canteen. He wasn’t even trying to be helpful! I was just as exhausted as he was. The challenge had been a truly physical one. But we were both out of water, and I knew it was vital if we wanted to keep up our strength. I needed Kip until I saw what was in Pandora’s Box…
And now would be the perfect time to go retrieve it.
“Fine, I’ll get water,” I told him, infusing the perfect amount of sarcasm in my voice so he wouldn’t get suspicious. “Don’t work too hard.”
“Don’t worry about that,” he called back lazily.
Looping both canteens over my shoulder, I headed into the jungle. The water well was the first stop, and as I filled our canteens, I had visions of dropping Kip’s canteen in and pretending it disappeared for all time. Of course, then he’d just steal mine. I screwed the lid on and hefted the now-full canteen against my naked hip. It wouldn’t be drinkable until it was boiled, which meant more work for me….
I paused. Gazed down at Kip’s canteen in my hand, marked with a K in grease-pencil.
Maybe I just wouldn’t boil it.
I’d boil mine, sure. I wasn’t crazy. But if Kip wanted his boiled, he could do it himself. I could just passive-aggressively hand him his full canteen and let him figure out the rest. If he got a little bit of Montezuma’s Revenge because he was drinking unboiled water, he’d figure it out in a few days.
And I’d have my subtle, ongoing revenge for him writing Lousy Lay on my back.
Pleased with myself, I filled my canteen and then re-covered the well. Time to go exploring. I had about an hour until the sun was going to set, but I knew exactly where I was headed now. I made my way deep into the trees, snatched up a digging stick as I walked, and headed for the forked tree. I eyed the roots. The note hadn’t said which direction to dig in, so I was just going to have to make holes in the ground until I figured things out. I picked the most likely spot and began to dig with my stick.
“Lead the way.”
Jendan and I walked through the jungle, making idle chatter to pass the time as I scoured the leafy floor looking for the plants. We went over the basics, like strangers on a blind date do. He grew up in California; I was an Alabama girl. He got a degree in Kinesiology - I dropped out of college and when I did go to school, my major was Anthropology. He liked hockey, I liked baseball.
Even though we didn’t have the basics in common, there were parallels between us. We were both middle children. We were both the peacemakers in our family. We were both methodical and tried to think things through before acting. And we both shared an optimistic view on life.
I felt like I knew Jendan. Even though we’d met on the island and had only spent an afternoon or two together, he was one of those people that I felt like I knew, right to my bones. This was a man I could trust. A man who was good and kind and thoughtful. It was there in his actions - from the way he held my hand to help me over a particularly large fallen tree, to the way he averted his gaze from my breasts when we talked.
Jendan was a nice guy. A friend.
It was kind of refreshing after being stranded for a week with someone like Kip. Someone that expected to get by on looks and charm alone.
“Ah, there’s a taro plant,” I told him, spotting one of the elusive creatures. I headed forward and approached it, running my fingers along the edges of one large leaf. “See these? They look like elephant ears. You want to dig up the root, though. A stick will do.”
He glanced around, and then headed off to the side. “I think I saw a decent stick over here.” As he walked forward, I admired his body. Something caught my eye, and seeing it, I froze.
There, right in front of Jendan, was a tree with a neat split right down the middle.
Chapter Nine
“Hello, my name is Jendan Abercrombie, a permanent resident of the fucking friend zone. Every damn time.” — Jendan Abercrombie, Day 7, Endurance Island: Power Players
I didn’t say anything about the split tree.
Maybe I should have, but I was playing the game for myself, right? I couldn’t show my whole hand right away. That’d be stupid for sure. I did hold my breath as Jendan dug at a taro root close to the tree, but if he realized it was forked, he ignored it.
Maybe he didn’t have the same clue I did. Maybe there was a Pandora’s Box for each team and he had a different clue. Maybe Sunnie had the clue. My head spun with all the ‘maybes.’
We dug for roots a bit longer, finding both taro and tapioca. Jendan insisted on sharing the findings with me, so we’d both have something good to eat back at our respective camps. When the cameraman notified us that the Judgment challenge would be in an hour, Jendan hugged me, which made me intensely aware of his body against mine. He thanked me for my help, and asked to meet me again the next day.
Of course I agreed. Visiting Jendan made the long, boring day go by so much faster. While things looked exciting on TV, the ‘reality’ of reality TV was that for every five minutes of interesting television, it equaled out to lots and lots of boring hours on our end. Talking to Kip always seemed to shred my temper, so I avoided him.
It was just…really nice to talk to Jendan and have someone on the same level as me. Someone whose conversation wasn’t the equivalent of “Tits or GTFO.”
Jendan waved goodbye and headed further into the jungle. I returned to camp and was immediately hustled toward the waiting speedboat for the next Judgment Challenge.
“Hey, do you have your canteen?” Kip asked me, yawning as we boarded the boat. “Mine’s empty and you weren’t around to boil me some more.”
I shot him a scathing look. “Boil your own water.”
“If you don’t boil me some, I’ll just take yours when you’re not looking.”
He would, too. And then I’d have to boil some anyway, and he’d just take what he wanted. Seething, I plopped down in the boat and didn’t speak until we got to the challenge.
That particular Judgment challenge was a tricky one, with a stair-step puzzle and an obstacle course to retrieve the puzzle pieces. Nevertheless, Kip and I performed well as a team, and we ended up in second place, safely out of danger. To my relief, Jendan and Sunnie pulled into fourth place. Jendan had put Sunnie in charge of organizing the puzzle while he did all of the physical work, and it ended up working to their advantage. In last place were Emilio/Leslie - Team Seven - and Jerry/Saul — Team 5. Kip wanted to vote to keep Emilio and Leslie out of solidarity for our own prior season. I was fine with that, since Jerry and Saul would end up being a tougher team to beat in future challenges. It seemed like we weren’t the only ones thinking that way — Jerry and Saul lost the vote and went to Judgment, and after a water-hauling challenge, Jerry went home. Saul was now playing solo.
When the challenge was over, we went back to camp. Kip immediately collapsed in my small shelter, hogging it. “If you’re heading to get water, my canteen’s by the fire pit.”
Furious, I scooped up his canteen. He wasn’t even trying to be helpful! I was just as exhausted as he was. The challenge had been a truly physical one. But we were both out of water, and I knew it was vital if we wanted to keep up our strength. I needed Kip until I saw what was in Pandora’s Box…
And now would be the perfect time to go retrieve it.
“Fine, I’ll get water,” I told him, infusing the perfect amount of sarcasm in my voice so he wouldn’t get suspicious. “Don’t work too hard.”
“Don’t worry about that,” he called back lazily.
Looping both canteens over my shoulder, I headed into the jungle. The water well was the first stop, and as I filled our canteens, I had visions of dropping Kip’s canteen in and pretending it disappeared for all time. Of course, then he’d just steal mine. I screwed the lid on and hefted the now-full canteen against my naked hip. It wouldn’t be drinkable until it was boiled, which meant more work for me….
I paused. Gazed down at Kip’s canteen in my hand, marked with a K in grease-pencil.
Maybe I just wouldn’t boil it.
I’d boil mine, sure. I wasn’t crazy. But if Kip wanted his boiled, he could do it himself. I could just passive-aggressively hand him his full canteen and let him figure out the rest. If he got a little bit of Montezuma’s Revenge because he was drinking unboiled water, he’d figure it out in a few days.
And I’d have my subtle, ongoing revenge for him writing Lousy Lay on my back.
Pleased with myself, I filled my canteen and then re-covered the well. Time to go exploring. I had about an hour until the sun was going to set, but I knew exactly where I was headed now. I made my way deep into the trees, snatched up a digging stick as I walked, and headed for the forked tree. I eyed the roots. The note hadn’t said which direction to dig in, so I was just going to have to make holes in the ground until I figured things out. I picked the most likely spot and began to dig with my stick.
