I'm finally done with this chapter, sorry for the wait!

The next morning Topher woke up feeling anxious. Surprisingly most of it seemed to be coming from the thought of the upcoming challenge rather than the thought of what happened with Chris the night before. Topher knew if he screwed up today there was no chance he would be able to figure on what was going on with his relationship with Chris, because he honestly had no clue what it was anymore.

He felt awkward standing next to the other contestants while Chris was explaining the challenge, Chris didn't look in Topher's direction any more often than usual but for some reason they kept making eye contact.

The challenge was unlike anything Topher had expected. It was a race. A mostly normal race. Of course Chris couldn't let it be that easy though, there were booby traps all over the island, and there was a section that you had to pogostick through, besides that though, it was pretty, dare he think, normal.

The worst part was the realization that this challenge required a lot of running, and Topher wasn't very skilled in that department. Sky was in perfect condition for running due to Olympic training, Shawn's life revolved around running from zombies, and Jasmine's legs were so long she could probably cross the island in ten strides!

Topher's only option was to beat Dave, hopefully his sixty percent chance worked out.

The race started off slowly, literally. All of the competitors were jogging in an attempt to save their energy for the end so they stayed relatively close to each other. Once the booby traps started appearing was when things got interesting. Topher found himself narrating the trouble the other competitors were getting into out loud as he passed them by.

It was a great feeling to be in the lead until he found himself caught in a net hanging from a tree, not for the first time that season. It was incredibly frustrating trying to get down, and once he finally did he was way behind.

He caught up at the pogo stick section, Jasmine was having a hard time keeping her balance. Shawn was no where to be seen, Topher didn't know if he should assume he was ahead or behind. Pogo sticking proved to be a challenge, but after falling over multiple times Topher managed to make it back to the running section.

The race was almost over, and Topher had no clue what place he was in, everyone was so spread out he couldn't see them.

Chris was waiting at the finish line, along with Chef, and a few other contestants. The first thing Topher did when he finished was count up the contestants that had placed ahead of him. One two three… He wasn't in last!

He beat Dave!

Relief flooded over him, and shortly after, the realization that he was exhausted from the race. The other contestants looked just as wary as he felt, at least he wasn't alone.

Dave crossed the finish line about ten minutes later looking as if he'd walked through a hurricane. "Guess the wind tunnel didn't do you any good," Chris snorted.

Dave was sent flying about an hour later, Topher knew he had to go talk to Chris before he went back to his office for the night. He worked up the courage rather easily, and headed off to find the man.

Chris was leaning back against a tree, watching a fire that he or Chef had started at some point. It seemed to be part of his daily routine. "Hey," Topher greeted.

Chris turned his head so that they were facing each other. "What's up?"

Topher shrugged, "not much, just wanted to talk to you."

Chris nodded, "about what?"

"Oh come on don't play dumb," Topher tried not to sound rude. "You know what I want to talk about."

"Oh that."

"Yeah, that."

Chris either wasn't fazed, or he was doing a good job hiding it. "What can I say? It was an impulse."

Topher shifted his weight from one foot to the other, "so, like a one time thing?"

"Well I mean," Chris rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "That depends I guess."

"Depends on what?"

"Well it depends on whether or not you want it to be a one time thing I guess," Chris crossed his arms over his chest nonchalantly, "I could care less."

"Wow Chris it's great to know how you really feel," Topher's tone of voice was laced with sarcasm. "But um really," he said awkwardly, "I want to know what's going on between us before I get sent home. I'd hate to leave with regrets."

Chris raised a brow, "Regrets, huh?"

Topher directed his gaze downwards, "well I just mean I'd rather know for sure how you felt about me before I left."

Chris smirked. "You're an interesting person Topher. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about you."

"Well I'm just going to throw out there that I would be a great boyfriend," Topher smiled.

Chris gave him a doubtful expression, "you?"

"Hey!"

"No, but that's really not the problem," Chris admitted. "When you're as big of a celebrity as me, you can't just get in a relationship. No matter how well you try to hide it the press finds out, and when they do they just won't leave you alone. I won't be the only one they'll be questioning, you'd be put in the same position."

"I wouldn't mind it," Topher said, "I'm meant to be famous anyways."

"It probably wouldn't be the kind of publicity you want though. As far as the world's come, do you think they'd be happy to find out that their beloved TV host was in a relationship with his former contestant? His male contestant nonetheless," Chris shook his head. "Even I wouldn't do that to you."

"Chris…" Topher sighed, "I want to be in a relationship with you. I don't care what the press thinks."

Topher knew Chris was conflicted. "Just… Let me think about it then."

Topher smiled. He wandered over to Chris confidently. "Since last night I kind of froze," he explained, draping his arms around Chris's waist loosely, "I figured I owed you a do-over." Chris was watching him curiously. Topher leaned down and pressed his lips to Chris's, he hadn't kissed many people before, but he tried his best to replicate how Chris had done it the night before.

"Wow," Chris said after Topher pulled away.

Topher blushed, "was that a good wow?"

"Yes, definitely a good wow," Chris nodded, Topher's arms were still on his waist, and Chris's arms had snaked around Topher's neck while they were kissing.

"I should probably be heading off to bed," Topher realized.

Chris looked disappointed, "Already?"

Topher grinned, "does that mean I can kiss you again tomorrow?"

"Maybe if you're lucky," Chris grumbled.

"Oh there you are," Topher almost screamed, he hadn't noticed Jasmine watching him when he first entered the treehouse.

"Oh yeah, hi Jasmine."

"Where were you?" She sounded suspicious.

"Talking to Chris," Topher said sitting down on his bed.

"Why do you keep talking to him after hours?"

"Why do you care?" Topher wasn't liking her tone of voice, it was a good thing they were the only ones in the treehouse.

"I'm your friend, I'm worried for you!"

"It's not like he's hurting me!"

"He's so mean to you! How am I supposed to know he's not?!"

"Jasmine," Topher sighed, "he's not hurting me. And he's not mean to me either."

"I just want to know why you keep going back to talk to him! Is that even where you've been?"

Topher groaned, there was no way he was getting out of this without telling the truth. "He likes me Jasmine." He paused. "He kissed me."

It was dark, but Jasmine's eyes had obviously grown larger, and her mouth was hanging open.

"Oh."