None Down, Nineteen to Go - Part 2

                                    

                                          
Don: Last time on The Ridonculous Race: Nineteen teams started a race around the world. After a lot of running, waiting, even more running, confronting fears, and pushing themselves further than I thought possible everyone reached the airport and booked themselves on three different flights to Morocco. Flight number one with seven teams aboard has already departed. The next six teams are on flight two, which is about to take off. Meanwhile, the final six teams' flight will not be departing for another hour. Will one of these teams suffer the ultimate reality show humiliation and kicked off first? Time to find out! This is the Ridonculous Race!
                          
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When they finally got in the air the first flight consisted of the Ice Dancers, Best Friends, Father and Son, Reality Tv Pros, Cadets, Daters, and Fosters. While the second flight had the Sisters, Vegans, Mother and Daughter, Geniuses, Fashion Bloggers, and Rockers. Flight number three would carry the Goths, LARPers, Adversity Twins, Surfers, Stepbrothers, and Tennis Rivals if they ever leave the airport that is.
                          
It would take about nine hours to get to their destination in Morocco so most of the teams decided to take naps or get to know another team they were sitting by. After the plane had taken off (Y/n) had chosen to just look out the window while Allie turned around in her seat to talk to whoever was behind them. 
                          
"Owen, my man! How the heck are ya?"
                          
"Better start with who the heck are ya?" his much more scrawny and sarcastic partner spoke, looking up at her. 
                          
"I'm happy to meet you too Noah" the red-head smiled. "I'm Allie!"
                          
"How's it going?" Owen greeted, shaking her hand. "Who's your friend?" 
                          
"This is (Y/n)! Say hi (Y/n)!"
                          
"Yeah hi" (Y/n) spoke and turned around long enough to give the Reality Tv Pros a wave before looking out the window again.
                          
"She's really a sweet person once you get to know her" Allie explained. "I'm really glad you won the first season of Total Drama Owen! I was voting for you the whole time!" 
                          
"Hey, thanks! That show rocked!"
                          
"I beg to differ" Noah deadpanned.
                          
"Why? I mean Chris did put us through a lot of dangerous stuff, but you got to admit it was a blast!" Owen replied.
                          
"I was the third to be voted off that season."
                          
"What did you expect? You refused to throw a single dodgeball" (Y/n) spoke without looking back.
                          
"Well since you've seen the show you should remember that sports aren't my forte."
                          
"That shouldn't matter" (Y/n) replied, turning her body halfway to look at him. Some of the other team members weren't the best, but at least they participated."
                          
"Don't mind her" Allie shrugged. "I'm sure you'll both do great!"
                          
Grabbing her by her sleeve, (Y/n) pulled Allie back down in her seat so she couldn't talk to them anymore.
                          
"Don't encourage them" (Y/n) told her sternly. 
                          
"Aw come on (Y/n)! They seem nice."
                          
"I'm sure they are, but we can't let anyone distract us, remember?"
                          
"I remember" Allie sighed.
                          
~~~~Confessional~~~~ 
                          
"I wish you would lighten up (Y/n). Don't you want to make some new friends?"
                          
"No. What I want is that million dollars" (Y/n) spoke with her arms crossed. 
                          
"Why exactly do you want the money so bad?" Allie wondered. "You never told me."