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Fragmented Romance	By : Destroyahirismix666 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 3402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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-Total Drama Island-Episode 14 of 26-Brunch of Disgustingness-Heather's POV-Confessional Cam-
"Okay, I probably could've played that better, but LeShawna seriously creases me." I remarked to the camera, sighing in agitation. "That big-butted loud-mouthed…" Another sigh escaped my mouth, and I stepped out of the confessional stall, defeated. I could curse her and weird goth girl all the way to the park and back. But it would do me no good. I would have to have them eliminated.
-End Confessional-
Returning with a roll of tape to finish up dividing the room, I pointed at the tape angrily, and even after Lindsey placed her hand on my shoulder, my rage was not to be cooled.
"Yeah, that's right! You keep putting down that tape! And if YOU cross it, I'll smack you down!"
I growled. Lindsey tapped me on the shoulder again, this time probably to get my attention rather then calm me down, and I whirled around to face her. "What?"
"Heather, it's just that…I, uh…"
"WHAT!" I screamed. Rage was pouring out of me. This was the wrong time of the month to mess with me or to stall.
"Bridgette will be here shortly, and when she does…" Her voice dropped to a whisper as she shrunk right next to the bunk-beds. "She might not want to see you like this."
I held my breath, thinking over what my partner said. I needed that extra vote. I needed it bad. Chris stated earlier that today's challenge would be non-elimination, and that the teams were busted up into guy and girls. Next day the challenge would be all singular. Everyone woman for herself, and same with the men. Lindsey wasn't a strategist, puh-lease, that would be my job, but her point was sharp and spot on. I exhaled, and took the precious oxygen back into my lungs, not realizing HOW long exactly I had them closed. But with the used air went out some of the anger. Seeing Lindsey pressed against the beds like this, scared half-out of her wits, calmed me, and I wanted to apologize. If there was one thing I needed to do, I needed to STOP attacking her like this.
-Lindsey's POV-
I gave a half-smile as Heather started to calm down. At least the worst part of that had past. Still, Bridgette was a great girl, and even if she wouldn't join our alliance, I might be able to braid her hair now that we weren't on teams. Right?
"Ummm, hello?"
"Bridgette!" Heather's voice change caught me so off guard that I looked at her with a very, very strange look of shock. "So nice to have you here with us!"
"Thanks."
"Welcome to the club!" Heather nudged me in the ribs lightly, and I knew that was a sign to keep playing the game. "This will be sooo much fun. That is, as long as you do everything Heather says." A sharp pain filled my leg. "OW!"
"We have a bed already for you." Heather led Bridgette over to my bed, and I couldn't help but protest. "Hey, that's my bed…" Again Heather's shoe made contact with my leg. "OW!"
"And we could share our beauty supplies to look equally attractive." I knew THIS part was bait, Heather wouldn't even allow ME to touch her beauty kit. But looking in it I was shocked. Eyeliner, eye-shadow, lipstick, lip gloss, chap stick, brushes, combs, eye brushes, blush, mascara, oh God, what DIDN'T She have? I said a prayer then and there. "God, please let Heather be in control of the beauty products in heaven!"
"Um, I'm more accustomed to letting your own beauty shine out." Bridgette remarked, chuckling nervously.
"Heather, you have so much stuff here, I just can-" She snapped the lid shut, glaring at me. Oops. I forgot. It was all bait. All of the bait laid out to catch the girl.
"You just have to join with us. Besides, you can ask Lindsey, we'll make great gal pals!"
I took this as my que. "Yeah! Heather comes up with so many great ideas! We should like totally join together like this!"
Heather looked at me, and lolled her head back, her version of a 'face palm' as she had told me. But I never figured out what a face palm was to begin with. I watched Bridgette's blue eyes dart back and forth.
"Girl, let me warn you. She is nothing like she claims to be." That was LaShaniqua, or Shawna, or something like that.
"If you step over there, that will be the last step you'll be allowed to take on your own free will." Gwen. Definitely Gwen.
Her eyes darted back and forth, and Heather stared intently. At her. A stare that even when not directed at me, I wanted to bow before her and hide my face from that glare.
And Bridgette stepped onto the other side of the line, leaving us with the disadvantage.
"You just dug up your own grave." Heather coolly remarked. Her fingers snapped. "Chop Chop! Lindsey, Let's get some things together here!" I took one last glance at Bridgette as LeShawna and Gwen greeted her warmly, and sighed. She looked happy over there. But I was happy here. Wasn't I?

-Heather's POV-
I sat down at the table, Chris and Chef in the kitchen making what should be breakfast. Lindsey's warm body sat down next to me, and I sat my hand on her upper leg, showing her I knew she was there.
"Heather, Why didn't Bridgette join with us?" I looked at Lindsey, and sighed.
"I think it's because you made it sound like an oligarchy." I remarked, slate clean with pure fact.
"Oligar-What?"
I sighed in disappointment. Only Lindsey would make words so complicated. "A dictatorship, where only one person runs everything. But that isn't the case. Not with you, is it?"
"No." She remarked, slipping her hand under the table into mine that was on her lap.
"No." Quickly skimming over the incident in my head, and noting the dejected look on her face, I realized for her sake, I might want to take some of the blame. "Well, I might have been a bit to forceful."
"It's okay Hannah." I would of snapped at her, but instead I agreed with myself to hold me tongue despite her wrongness of names. It didn't happen often, at least, not often enough to be a real problem.
Chris and Chef's snickers drifted out of the kitchen. "Allah curse it, STOP DOING THAT!"
"Allah?" Lindsey asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I know. I'm sounding like my Uncle." Neither Lindsey, I , or Chris had heard anything further of him since he departed three days ago during the last challenge. I had no urge to meet him again, until I had won the million and hired an assassin to kill him.
Because one thing was for certain. He knew enough about Lindsey and I that he knew we were a couple. And he wanted to kill us both. As strange as it may seem, the fact that our savior had come in the form Chris was awe-inspiring in the 'no-fing-way-on-earth' way.
"Contestants…" Ugh. Speak of the Devil. "Who's up for a little Brunch!"
"Brunch! Really! Great, because I'M STARVING!" Everyone looked at Owen with raised eyebrows, and he shrunk just a bit form the stares. "Uh, I mean…we're starving. Right Geoff?" He nudged Geoff and knocked the partier's hat off.
"Um yeah. WE'RE STARVING CHRIS! WHOOOT!" I raised an eyebrow. If this was the best the males had…then I could focus all my attention on the females.
"Great. How about a 10 course meal!"
"EPIC!" The two blonde males shouted, hi-fiving.
"Oh my gosh Heather! 10 courses! I'll never get rid of all those calories!" The first two sentences were in glee, the last in horror.
"Relax. You have room to spare in LeShawna's trunk." I referenced the trash-compactor joke to earlier at LeShawna.
"Great. Who hear has the balls to do this?" Chris chuckled, and I cringed. That chuckle was a sign of things to come. "Meatballs that is!"
"Meatballs! Any spaghetti?" Owen's obnoxious mouth shouted.
"Nope. Just MeatBALLS"
"You mean…testicles?"
"Yeah."
I looked at Bridgette, who looked horrified out of her mind. "Get over it." I shouted at her. "The thing…"
"It was probably cut off for medical reasons…" Before I could accuse whoever said that, Chef sat the plate in front of our faces.
"This is unacceptable!" I shouted, standing up. "According to the Geneva…"
"This has nothing to do with any wars Heather. Sit down and eat, or be eliminated, and kiss the million big ones good bye."
Lindsey took her fork, and stuck the meat slowly into her mouth. "Oh…" She swallowed, and the look in her eyes was not the most pleasant. "Okay, gross me right out the door! But I could totally use a pedicure at that resort. My corns are growing corns!"
I forced myself to forget about that prize. I needed a one track mind. If us girls got off this island, surely I could win Bridgette over to our side. So like my dear love Lindsey, I took a bite and put the…things in my mouth.
"Ack! ACK ACK AcK!" I shouted, coughing after swallowing it. "NO way in hell am I eating a ten course meal of THIS shit!" When I used the bit of profanity at the conclusion, I heard a high pierced 'beep' noise from a remote Chef was holding, probably to censor any words said that were 'inappropriate'.
"Girls win round one! Next up You guys like pizza?"
"I could eat pizza anytime. With anything on it." Lindsey sighed as she got over the last one, how could this be any worse?
"Anything? How about live grasshopper pizza with tangy jellyfish sauce and live anchovies?"
I perked up just a bit. That was much, much better then the last thing, even if it was plain disgusting!
"Ewww, I hate anchovies!" Lindsey squealed beside me, cringing.
"Yeah Chris. This is a bit much." I remarked, joining her side of the argument. "I mean, my Ji-COD-ist Uncle eats better trash then this."
"Whatever." He remarked. "Eat away."
"Uhhaha. There is no way I'm eating that! It's not even food!"
I picked up the 'pizza' slice from hell, trying to ignore the grasshopper that was flying circles around me as I bit down on it. My stomach did a back flip, and I think I puked in my mouth a little.
Just let it out. Let it all out of your mouth. You don't have to eat it. My jaws started to slacken and I prepared to spit it all out, but then I recalled the strategy. In a total 180 degree turn, my jaws tensed and teeth sheared through the pizza.
By the time I was done with it, I looked at Lindsey, who stared at me in fear. "What?" Her fingers and eyes pointed to my ring finger…
Where a grasshoper was perched, and apparently spitting on me. That was it. I had it. "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

-9 rounds later-Lindsey's POV-
"We're down to the last course in the challenge. It's delicious dolphin wieners; hot dogs made from dolphins." The air must have been sucked out of the room as everyone, including me, gasped.
"But dolphins are our friends!" I looked at Bridgette and nodded. I had a friend back home named Donny, I couldn't eat him!
"What are you waiting for? It's already dead! If you don't eat, we don't win." Heather's harsh voice rang out beside me. She was going to drive Bridgette away! We'd never get a threesome of enjoying Heather's make-up or braiding hair…oh no!
Bridgette's voice began cracking up, her eyes shimmering from tears. "No, I can't, I'm a surfer! I swim with dolphins!"
"Eat it!"
"No! I'm not doing it! You can't pressure me!"
I kicked Heather in the shin. She looked at me, and I discredited the look at first. "Heather, don't force her! That's not nice!"
With that she grabbed me by the back of the head and forced my head into the plate of dolphin hotdogs. The meat split on impact, coating my face. This would take AGES to get off, not to mention the smell!
"I'm with you, sister. I'm not eatin' no dolphin." The guy from the other team remarked.
Chef cursed. "I slaved over a hot stove cookin' dolphin... no appreciation!"
I raised my head from the plate. Maybe I should have turned and asked Heather why she did that…and maybe she would of put my face in the plate again. SO I contended myself with trying to brush the remains off.
"Fine then. New 'final' challenge." Christa called out. I looked up at him in curiosity. "Each team chooses one team member to come up here and chug…blended cockroaches."
"Um…I've got a sensitive stomach." I protested. A guy said that earlier. Tyler right? Or was it Tina?
"LeShawna, you've got the biggest everything, and that includes mouth and gut. You go." Heather stood up and gave her a firm two handed shove. Considering that LeShawna was a lot…well, bigger then Heather, I was amazed that she had that much strength.
"Wait, I now-!" She turned around and raised a fist in the air to attack Heather, but before I, Heather, or LeShaniqua could say anything farther, Chris clapsed her fist.
"We've got our volunteer from the ladies. Men?"
"We unanimously Choose…Owen as our man!"
"Okay. LeShawna versus Owen. Chef, whip us up a glass of Cockroaches!"
"Right on it!" I cringed as a plate of those bugs were dumped into the blender, and the thing was turned on after the guy put the lid on. The sound was disgusting, and I wanted to throw up from it, seeing that green juice with black BUG pieces mixed in with it!
"Here you go suckers! Nice and freshly whipped, just for you!"
I turned my head away, not wanting to see this. I couldn't look. I just couldn't look. Looking for comfort and solace, my head buried itself in Heather's shoulder.
Who promptly shrugged me off. Something was eating at her, and she didn't want me around.

-Post Challenge-Heather's POV-Confessional Camera-
The raven-haired female bent over and unplugged the camera's recording wire with a firm tug. "I don't even know what I'm telling you this, since no one is watching or listening. But I…I'm sorry." One could of almost assumed there was a gleam of a tear in Heather's eye. "I needed to keep Lindsey off of me, make it seem in-suspicious between us. I don't know how she would view same-sex relationships, but I NEED that vote! I can't live without that money! My UNCLE WILL KILL ME! I have to do whatever it takes to get Bridgette's vote! Even if it means…hurting…Lindsey." She paused, staring at the upper corner of the confessional as a lone tear again gleamed in her eye. Then, with a fury only a women could have, she clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and shook her head. Burying her remorseful side, she plugged the camera back in. "We sucked today. LeShawna will go next time I can eliminate her. She's talking down Lindsey, talking down me. Ugh. Ghetto Glamour has got to go. NOW!" Then, her stomach did another backflip, and with (Sha-)Lighting speed, she whipped the lid of the toilet up, and puked in it, pieces of silicone and jellyfish coming up.
-End Confessional Camera-
Clinching Lindsey's hand, we watched as the five males walked down the dock of shame, coming up to the yacht. The yacht that I and Lindsey could have had. She would have loved that, I know that for a fact! But…
"Thanks to your choice, we had to lose it all." Gwen snidely remarked beside me.
My glare turned and would have melted the side of her face. "Your one to talk. I didn't see YOU eating any food in the entire challenge!" That was true. I checked the entire time, Gwen conveniently laid the 'food' under the table at every challenge.
"Yeah, but you cost us the win."
I didn't want to put up with Gothie's snide remarks any longer. "Come on Lindsey. Let's go." With a slight tug, I took her my way. My eyes locked with LeShawna's, who shook a fist at me, and I flipped her the finger.
Walking toward the cabin, Lindsey put her hand on my stomach, bending over to the side. "I think I-" And the rest that came out was green sludge for all I care. Screw the fact that Chris got our uncle away from us. He was endangering our health, our meaning mine and Lindsey's, and he would have to pay for that.
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