Trevor Donovan

 She heard him questioning the drink recipe out loud so she entered the bar area and sat down at one of the stools, ” I don’t think the names really have anything to do with the drinks, I mean it is a alcoholic beverage, I couldn’t imagine the people who made the drinks being sober when they named them.” she shrugged and smirked before glancing down at his phone, ” Have fun with that one though, sounds like a good time" though she looked as if she meant it, there was an aura about her that made it obvious she was being sarcastic.

Trevor exhaled a one-beat laugh, too frustrated with the recipe to laugh longer. "Yeah, well..." Sighing and putting his phone back in his pocket, Trevor grabbed a bottle of beer. "I guess the good time will have to wait until I'm as drunk as the people who made the drink. Beer...?" He offered, raising his bottle toward the stranger.

Wesley scratched his head, looking down at the list on his phone. This was ridiculous. There was no way he was doing half of these. How could he feel comfortable enough to do it. “A body shot? Is this some kind of joke?”

"If it makes you feel any better, I don't even know what that is. Is that like some kind of target practice on another person or...?" Shaking his head, Trevor reread his list and admitted, "You know, the more I look at these lists, the more confused I get."

He gave a small smile back before dropping his gaze. "Um...I think so? They're either in this cupboard...." He announced as he turned and opened a cupboard filled with bowls. "Or not? Um...there are wine glasses downstairs and....measuring cups here...?" He continued as he closed the first cupboard and opened another with baking supplies. "Do you...? What do you want to do?" He asked, laughing nervously as he flashed an embarrassed smile.

“Why does it seem so hard to focus around here…”

"Maybe it has something to do with all the partying...? We've all basically turned nocturnal, it's a wonder we ever get anything done. Speaking of which, what are you working on?"

"Kale and…," she took the bottle, looking closer, "pomegranate?" She sighed, setting it down. "My dad used to buy this crap by the case. I thought they would’ve discontinued it by now."

"Sorry...Trevor Donovan." He introduced, holding out his hand for a handshake. "Yeah, I never really got where the sales for these things came from...but that could just be because my mom never really went for anything experimental. You know, I think there might be some milk if you want...or vinegar if you're looking to get the taste out of your mouth." He joked, opening the fridge. "Oh, we have orange juice if you want...." He paused, about to add her name when he turned back around to her.

"Ew, what is in this?"

"Kale, I think?" He squinted, grabbing the rejected bottle to read its ingredients. "Yeah...who knew MTV had a thing for questionable smoothies? I guess it's so that we don't sue them for not offering healthy food or whatever...but yeah, ew."

Chloe had been so caught up in looking around the cottage that she forgot about meeting the other contestants. Although she wasn’t big on introductions, it had to be done sooner or later. As she walked out of her assigned room and into the kitchen, someone new caught her eye.

Trevor was riffling through a cupboard in search of a snack when he heard someone ask him a question. Grabbing some crackers, he turned to face the stranger and answered with a smile: "No, I don't think so...." Fumbling with the crackers in his hands, Trevor tried to clear off a hand to offer for a handshake, but soon realized even if he freed a hand, it'd still be full of crumbs. "I'm Trevor." He introduced with an apologetic smile. "Um...want a cracker?" He asked, his head tilted to the side with an embarrassed smile.

Shane straightened his leather jacket and walked right up to the cottage. He opened the door with a bright smile on his face. He had always been very easy going. This wasn’t going to be too bad, as long as he didn’t get into any deep conversations with anyone. Shifting his duffel bag on his shoulder, he looked around for a sign of anyone. This place looked huge on the outside, it was probably even bigger. “Hello? Is anyone here?”

"I was just starting to wonder that too actually.... I guess it's not much of a surprise though. A bunch of twenty-somethings in the same place with no commitments? We're practically all nocturnal." Trevor joked, turning around from the carton of eggs on the counter to look at the stranger for the first time. "Sorry...I'm Trevor." He introduced with a smile while feeling a tad embarrassed about not mentioning his name. He was never good at small talk. The sizzling of butter against a hot pan reminded him of the breakfast he was about to make and, cracking an egg, he called over the sizzling: "Oh...um, want some eggs?"

"I think I might have packed just a little too much. I honestly didn’t even think that was possible."

"Well, if you really don't want all of your stuff, you could try selling it on e-bay...? I don't know, do people care about people on reality shows or is that just MTV hype?"

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   "No, I'm sorry...." He replied, shaking his head as he smiled embarrassedly and knelt to pick up the plate shards. "Wait, did you say morning?" He asked, rolling back onto his feet and moving into a squat as he look at the stranger, eyes darting across her face before he shook his head and continued, "Oh, crap.... I only meant to do this for half an hour just to tire myself out enough to actually go to sleep." His sigh turning into a laugh, Trevor scooped up the remaining shards, placed them into the garbage and turned off his music. "Mind if I have a cup?" He asked, looking towards the coffee pot with a faint, sleepy smile.

Natalia was starting to get good at sneaking her way throughout the cabin, finding little areas in which she can write her poetry. She spent the entire morning writing and with her head clear, she felt ten times better than she did the day she got here. She tucked her books back into their hiding space and was going to the kitchen to grab herself an apple when she accidentally scared the crap out of one of the guys. She took the apple before she knelt down to look at the plate damage. “Sorry about that. I just wanted some fruit.”

Trevor looked at the stranger's fruit and laughed lightly as he shook his head, saying, "No...I'm sorry. I mean, I'd ask if we could just pretend this never happened, but I have a feeling MTV's not going to let me let this one go." Trevor sighed as he imagined the accident playing on a loop with a laugh track over top for a solid few minutes. Great first impression. "On the bright side, this kitchen practically has an artillery of dishes so...." He trailed off, looking back to the mountain of dishes and laughing lightly, "I doubt it will be missed." Picking up the larger plates shards, Trevor placed them in the garbage before calling over his shoulder, "Oh, I think I cleaned some of the knives if you want to cut your apple, but they're pretty...malicious? I don't know, there are a lot of butter knives, but then there are these butcher-y horror movie style things and honestly, I wouldn't e surprised if there was a chainsaw in one of these cabinets...." Trevor joked, nodding and smiling as he pulled the plug in the sink, deciding he's done enough dishes for today.

Payton had dancing heading towards the kitchen with one headphone in her ear looking for something to snack on when she noticed someone doing the dishes. Who the hell voluntarily did the dishes? She was going to say something, but he turned around and dropped the plate, causing her to jump. “Holy shit,” she muttered under her breathe. “Hey, don’t be sorry. I snuck up on you, I guess. I’ll help you clean this up,” she said before scanning the room for a broom.

Looking up at the stranger with a small apologetic smile, Trevor responded, "Thanks." Realising they were both talking a tad louder than was necessary, he rushed to his iPod and turned off his music. "Sorry...." He said turning back to her as he tilted his head slightly. "Do you...maybe know where a broom might be...? I'm still kind of getting used to this place." He laughed lightly as he scanned the room for a broom. "Is there maybe a supply closet or...? Are there supply closets in cottages?" Trevor asked, not having much experience with camping or vacationing of any sort.

She had always been good at sneaking into places and she seemed to just be getting better and better at Crystal Lake. Most of the time she wanted to avoid people, even her roommates, and so she just locked herself up in the theather room- but there were those instances, like now, when she went around. And having heard the music from the kitchen, she had gone in there, and stood by as she watched Trevor. Riley really was unscareable, the breaking of the plate didn’t even get an extra blink from her; she did feel really bad about it though. “I’m so sorry- I got curious cause I heard the music and then I didn’t want to bother you." Ri worked on her bottom lip as she went to help him pick up the pieces, "I uh, dig the way you say fuck though." Smooth, she thought to herself, what an embarrassing dork. Biting her lip harder, she looked down, focusing on picking up the remaining pieces of plate and not running off her mouth.

At the mention of music, Trevor lifted his head, his mouth opening with wonder. "Really? What kind of music do you like?" The words rolled off his tongue before he had time to stop them. Normally, Trevor tried to control every one of his actions--especially among strangers--but music was his weakness. Realising how upfront he was being, Trevor returned his focus to the plate pieces to help him regain his composure. As she mentioned his cussing, Trevor laughed at himself and shook his head before looking back at the stranger and saying sarcastically, "I always was a smooth talker."

Rebecca couldn’t help but to smileas he cocked his head to the side, he reminded her of a small puppy. “Yep” She replied elongating the p. She listened to what else he has to say before letting out a genuine laugh. “Oh my gosh, you haven’t? Why not, it’s amazing. Yeah something like that, it’s like a chocolate hazelnut spread.. Seriously you have to try it.” Rebecca answered already feeling more relaxed around the guy in front of her. “I’m Rebecca by the way, it’s nice to meet you…”