Okay, this is another RaynetteXNoah one shot, and I’ve made a decision.
Raynette is now my character. I am not Raynette, the character is Raynette. When ‘Raynie’ is the name آپ see, it’s talking about me, not my character. People have a hard time understanding that. ^^;
Flames not accepted, because I don’t care if آپ like Noah too. I have a right to put my stuff up too, so deal with it. xD
Enjoy! :D

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General POV

LeShawna smirked, putting her hands on her hips as she looked into the confessional camera.

"Of course I gotta vote off that skinny, cynical li’l idiot Noah. He blamed all of us for losin' the challenge even though he didn't do nothin' to help us win. He's goin' down."

The screen went fuzzy, and now Lindsay was sitting in the confessional.

"Well, I wish that he wouldn't have to go, but he kind of, like, deserves it. I have to vote for Noah, because he was so mean to us!"

She flipped her hair, and the screen went to Gwen's vote.

"Isn't it obvious? Noah! That jerk blames us for losing the challenge when he doesn't even know what happened, since he had his nose in that book the whole time!"

Noah came into view, his arms crossed, an eyebrow raised above his forehead.

“I can’t say that I did too much of a good job ‘cheering’ in the dodge ball competition, but that was only because I thought I would jeopardize the team if I even thought of going out there.” The sarcasm in his voice came back. “I mean, don’t I look awfully muscular and dodge ball material! Well, I guess I should vote out Heather for being...Heather.” He shuddered.

Raynette appeared on the screen, and her head was propped up in her palm. She sighed.

“I know Noah’s gonna be voted off tonight, no matter if I vote for him یا not. He didn’t necessarily act as a team player in the challenge. I just wish that he’d been a bit nicer and not so...sarcastic. I’m votin’ for Heather because of what happened to Tyler.” She winced. “Someone who does that to people can’t be محفوظ on this island. And, God, poor Tyler...”

Raynette POV

“Gosh, this درخت stump is uncomfortable,” I thought to myself, struggling to keep my big butt on the stump, with my legs crossed.

“Gophers,” Chris started, the usual conversations going around in our team turning to mist as everything got quiet.

“All of آپ have made your ووٹ on who will be cast off of this island...for good.” He smiled evilly when all of us sighed at his dramatic tone. “The marshmallows will be دیا to the campers on your team who are safe. The last person that will not receive a کے marshmallow, مآرشماللو will immediately be sent to the Dock of Shame, catch the کشتی of Losers, and begone for the entire rest of the season. That means no hundred grand for you, sucker!”

“We get it, already!” Heather shrieked, crossing her arms and scrunching her face up at the melodramatic host. "Just get on with the marshmallows. The Blob over here is drooling on my new top!" She shuddered at Owen, who was sitting اگلے to her, and attempted to scoot over a bit so he wouldn't be touching her.

He grimaced at her and picked up the tin plate with the marshmallows. He chose a کے marshmallow, مآرشماللو and sighed, “Trent.”

Trent smiled and walked over to get his freedom.

“LeShawna.”

And then followed many names, leaving Noah and me as the last two to receive anything.

“Noah and Raynette!” He smirked, waving the کے marshmallow, مآرشماللو around to taunt us. “Who will be the loser, and who will be safe...for now?”

I stuck my tongue out at him. “Just do it already. I’m fine with being taken out.”

Noah raised an eyebrow at me. “You’re willing to give up that much money?”

I nodded. “Ma knows I have a slim chance of winning, anyways.”

His face looked curious but he stayed silent.

Both of us flinched as dramatic موسیقی started playing in the background.

Chris raised the کے marshmallow, مآرشماللو in the air, and his mouth opened to say something.

There was a pause.

And then...

“Raynette.”

I looked over at Noah pitifully, and he sighed. I went over and took the piece, and I heard Noah begin to ramble angrily.

“You know, آپ just voted one of the only people with brains on this entire island! I hope you’re happy!”

Everyone else threw their marshmallows at his head, except Owen, whose کے marshmallow, مآرشماللو was already half-eaten.

He glared at the group and walked off toward the dock, where his luggage lied. He was about to board the boat, where Chef impatiently waited to start the boat, when I shouted his name.

“Noah! Wait up!” I ran toward the کشتی and skidded to a stop about two inches from his face.

His face took on a look of surprise. “What?”

I caught my breath and stuttered, “I-I regret not getting to know آپ a bit better before آپ got v-voted off. I just have to say I didn’t decide to vote for you. I’m sorry آپ have to go, and I’m the only smart person here who’s going to miss you.”

I wrapped my arms around him in a hug and smiled. He still had that stunned look about his face, but a small grin appeared on his face and he said, “Thank you. I don’t think I’m going to forget you, Raynette di Selvaggio.”

And with that, he boarded the کشتی of Losers, leaving me with a hopeful smile on my lips.

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How’d ya like that? xD
Sorry if I was sorta hostile, I just hate people who are all like “OMG NO NOAH’S MINE” over and over and over and over and over and over and...
Really. It gets frustrating.

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§_Raynie Wood_§