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Anxious-- that's how Jace had felt ever since the newest challenge had been announced. He was never one to delve into his personal life and share his deepest thoughts. In fact, he normally avoided such things at all costs-- not that he has a dark past. To be honest, he was sure that his life seemed pretty simple compared to the others in the house, from what he's heard so far. But, despite all of that, he was still nervous to sit with Peyton and talk. They had never really had any type of serious conversation before. Nothing too serious, anyway, and he wasn't really sure how he'd be able to go about it tonight. And as if all of this wasn't enough to make him antsy, hearing how much thought some of his housemates put into this challenge was.

It hadn't even occurred to Jace that he should take Peyton out on a proper date for the challenge. The boy was so caught up in actually trying to remember that there even was a challenge, it seemed to slip his mind that maybe, just maybe, his girlfriend would actually want to go out and do something special. It was too late to change plans, though, and Jace knew that attempting to plan a date by himself would only result in disaster. So, he hoped that Peyton would be okay with hanging around the house and eating junk food with him for the night. It surely wasn't a romantic rendezvous on the beach or anything, but it was something Jace was more than capable of. He hoped it would be easier this way, too. Easier to open up to each other within the privacy of the house.

Jace made his way throughout the halls, throwing on a loose fitting, white t-shirt as he did so. He had already texted Peyton to join him in the living room whenever she felt like it, so he was unsure of how else to prepare for the night. Cursing himself for not coming up with something more entertaining, he focused on setting up dinner on the table in front of the couch-- 'dinner' being a couple boxes of pizza and assorted bags of chips with some soda and beer placed next to them. He tried to give at least a bit of variety, since he was unsure of what she actually preferred to eat and drink. That should be something he knew by now if he had paid enough attention, but clearly he needed to work on that. Hopefully tonight he could.

Marisol was nervous. This was huge. She had to tell Michael something personal about her? She couldn’t do that. She wasn’t good at telling people things. Hell, she’d barely been able to tell him she kind of liked him. Now she had to tell him a deep and personal secret? She had to admit it helped knowing that he’d already revealed something. Granted it hadn’t been on purpose - probably - and everyone knew, she knew something about him that was really deep and he didn’t know anything deep about her yet. It was comforting. She had a cushion sort of. She just generally felt a lot better knowing that she wasn’t going to be just spilling her guts to him. Still, she was nervous. She hadn’t had a picture perfect life, to say the least. She wasn’t exactly thrilled to tell her boyfriend that her life was totally fucked up. Her life was a series of secrets she could tell him. That sort of scared her. To top it off, they were going on a date. She didn’t know how serious the date was, but it was a date and she didn’t do dates. She’d gone on dates so few times she was pretty sure she couldn’t do it if she tried.

The new challenge made Isadora sort of nervous, but she didn’t want it to affect her too much. She wanted to win though, so she was going to do. There just was something about telling her deepest secrets to someone she just barely knew that set her off a bit. It felt wrong and it seemed like it was going to end badly for her. But Brady didn’t seem so bad. He was nice, funny, cute. Of course, maybe he wasn’t really nice or funny, but she thought he was. And it sort of gave her hope. What if he was great? What if he was the guy she’d always dreamed of? What if she actually got a real relationship out of this whole thing? She stopped herself. She was much too far ahead of herself. She didn’t even know Brady. She didn’t like him, but she did think he was attractive. That wasn’t what mattered though. Anyways, he might not even like her. In fact, she found the possibility more than likely. She wasn’t exactly the easiest person to like, most of the time she didn’t even like herself that much. It wouldn’t be the end of the world though. As long as they could get along and pretend to like each other, that was all that really mattered. She wanted to win, and while she didn’t need the money to survive or anything, it would help her with college. She needed help with college. Of course, if she didn’t win, she could always just keep going with student loans. Yeah, it would suck not having the money, but she’d survive. Anyways, she was pretty sure others needed it more.

Kristi mentally scolded herself as she found herself checking her appearance in the mirror.  It was dumb really, she knew she looked hot after all, she always did. Somehow, despite the confidence in her head there was another voice there, that loved to remind her that she was on national television, and tons of people were watching her, not to mention she had to fake a relationship. As far as Kristi knew a girl had to look presentable if she wanted to be in any kind of relationship, even a fake one.  Before she could yell at herself again Kristi took one last glance at the mirror, and decided she was pleased with what was in front of her.  Sure she was only in a loose green top and some green shorts, but it looked like a natural sort of pretty, plus, cooking got messy, or at least with Kristi did and these were clothes she didn't care too much about.  She glanced at the clock, realizing it was just about time for her to meet up with Luke so they could get this ridiculous challenge over, and turned away from the mirror so she could walk to the kitchen.

Peyton bit her lip as she was on her computer. She ended up daydreaming about Make It Work. The show was different and not at all what she excepted it to be. Everyone was so nice and she felt like she fit right in. She already became great friends with Summer and Kristi and she couldn’t wait for the challenges. Not to mention Jace was totally cute. When she heard that the first challenge was cooking and baking she was super excited.  Baking is Peyton’s favorite activity to pass the time. When she was younger she would always bake with her older cousins and she would always be laughing and it just made her happy. Peyton knew exactly what she wanted to bake. Red velvet cupcakes. She had an obsession with them, hence her hair color and they always came out really yummy. She got out of her daydream and she flipped her hair back thinking about what out to wear.

Peyton closed her laptop as she rolled over off of her bed and she head off to her closet. The red-head threw her clothes all over the place tying to find the perfect dress. She finally decided on a white strapless dress that she had bought in Abercrombie and Fitch because it had the same name as her. She groaned as she slipped it on. Her hair clashed with the pink flowers. Was she thinking too much into this? She slipped on her classic nude pumps and she finished her look off with her famous high ponytail and she placed a pink ribbon in her hair over the ponytail. Peyton lifted her arm up and she grabbed her luggage that she had at the top of her closet and she placed it on the bed. “Where did I put it?” She thought to herself as she opened all the pockets. She opened up the front and she pulled out a piece of paper, which she left in there when she visited her cousins. “Found it!” She said out loud as she slipped her famous red velvet recipe into her purse. Peyton then walked over to the mirror and she checked her make-up. She kept it light but she wanted to look pretty. She puckered her lips adding glass and she took a quick selfie and she texted her best friend back. She walked out of her room and she headed down to the kitchen waiting for Jace to show up.