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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 17 of 26-Lindsey's POV-
"I'm like, SO glad that they included this grape-tastic pop in your reward Heather!" I observed the bubbles of air floating about in the drink. "It's like, the only thing I've REALLY been craving for on this island."
"I still cannot BELIEVE that LeShawna, of all things, shredded MY clothes!" Her voice was harsh and very edgy.
"Well…" I didn't want to upset her, but it did need to be said. "You DID steal Trent from Gwen. And that would be pretty major…" I brought the bottle up to my mouth again, taking another drink, allowing the flavors to run down my throat again. Sugary.
"Just shut up!" She hissed. "I had to do it so we could get farther along!"
I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. Maybe I could make her a bit happier? "Want a drink?" Removing the bottle from my lips, I held it out toward her. She glanced at it, then at me, her face softening a little bit. I couldn't help but smile as she took the bottle, drinking the same thing that always made me feel better.
"PWAH!" Like a gag, she spat the lovely stuff out onto the ground, shoving the bottle back into my hands. "How can you drink that-that Sugar-Water!?"
That invoked a gasp from me. How could she insult something like that!?
"Sorry. I didn't know you wouldn't..."
"It's okay." Her arm dragged against her face, wiping off some of the excess liquid away from her mouth. "There are just, so many better things to drink that won't rot out your teeth and brain."
"Like what?" THIS was an interesting thing. What could taste better then grape-flavored soda!?
"Like…" She looked up. I looked upwars to, but I didn't see anything up there. "Ever had a warm mug of beer? Or lemon-flavored water?"I shook my head to the negative. Besides, whoever heard of a warm beer? Beer should always be cold! Like that 'Crools Light', or however it was pronounced. "What else is there?"
Heather's gaze turned from that of the sky back down to me. "You could kiss me."
"What?"
"Surely my lips taste better then that stuff."
I looked at the bottle in my hands again. "Okay." I leaned in toward her, closing my eyes and eagerly anticipating her warm mouth against mine.
When they did meet, it was just like I remembered it. Her lips caressing mine, expressing a feeling of togetherness and companionship. However, she didn't taste better then grape flavored soda. Different from it, in a good way, but not 'better', per say.
-Confessional camera-Lindsey's POV-
"Heather is the best person anyone could ever be with! I mean, sure, she steals my food, barrows my clothes, and calls me names, but THAT is what BFF's are for, right!?" She looked at the camera with a raised eyebrow, almost expecting an answer. "Best FEMALE friends!"
The blonde sighed. "Not only that, but she really seems to respect ME and my ideas for her strategies! That's SO cool!"
-Confessional Camera-Heather's POV-
"Who cares about drinks and stuff? I still need to win a hundred G's. Drinking sugar water is not going to get Lindsey, OR I, anywhere. We need to strategize. And I know I split up Trent and Gwen's relationship, but they made up at the campfire. The two freak shows will meet up after crazy goth girl is gone, and they can carry on their freaky whatever. Lindsey should have realized that now, I'll do whatever is necessary to secure our victory!"
"Besides, in this world, there are three types of people. Shepherdesses, assistance, and sheep. And Lindsey is the best assistance I'd probably ever get herding the people on the island, these…" The Korean put hands up to her head and made a 'baah' like noise, imitating a sheep.
"Besides, even though Lindsey is a bit…lacking, in the intellect department, her flip-flops still have more brains then the competition. Sure, her ideas are helpful, but I am still the one making plans. She just helps 'prop them up' whenever they start to fall. Even if she becomes 'useless', I'm not going to just dump her!"
-Heather's POV-
"Today's challenge is to Hide, and then go Seek. Chef, my close assistant, will be the one who seeks you all out. But beware…" I snarled as the maniacal host chuckled darkly. "He's got some degrees with this sort of stuff! The dude has intense military background and degree in man hunting, so that makes him the prime candidate to make this game excruciatingly hard!"
My eyes turned to the other end of the dock we were standing on. The chef was pumping up a water gun, readying to fire it. "What's with the water gun?" Duncan asked. I would have asked the same, but I'm not really ready for the stupid reason.
"The lifeguard chair is home base." Chris pointed to a hastily constructed wooden chair that hadn't been there before today. "When Chef finds you, he'll try his best to spray you. If you can escape his blast, which is HIGHLY unlikely, you can try to run to home base. But if catches you along the way, he'll DOUSE you with gallons of water!"
"Oooh, NOW we're going to get splashed with a bit of water! Now I'm TERRIFIED!" Duncan waved his hands in the air, feigning some mock fear. Reasons like that told me that indeed, the competition had no brains.
"Why don't you demonstrate, Chef…" The large 'black' man turned around, firing a huge blast at the host. One second, Chris was there. The next, he was not, leaving nothing more then a large, unrealistic gouge in the earth leading off into the woods. "NOT ON ME DUDE!" Chris' scream echoed through the forest from whence he was forcefully departed to.
After several minutes of waiting, I asked the one obvious question. "So, how do we win this game?"
The narcissist walked up, brushing water out of his hair. "It's quite simple actually. Either make it to the home base without being sprayed, Don't get discovered in your hiding place, or lastly, once you've been caught, help Chef find other campers. Doing ANY of these three things successfully will get you invincibility. Clear?"
"Uhhh…" My significant other was interrupted.
"You have ten minutes to hide. Only ten. Ready…and…GO!"
I darted, already thinking super strategically as to where I could hide. Lindsey's screaming in panic could be heard behind me, and for a second I contemplated the idea of bringing her with me. However, such a decision wouldn't be good, as one of us would have to earn immunity, and both of us together would lower our chances.
-Lindsey's POV-
"Fooled you. This isn't even MY bunk." I retorted to Chris' poor question of hiding somewhere different.
"Ohhh, Chef Hatchet!" With a loud smash the door burst down, and the sound of a water gun pumping filled my ears.
"IEEEEEEE!" The world sped by me as I leapt from Heather's top bunk, and flew through the window in the back of the cabin, shattering the glass and running as fast as I possibly could."
-5 minutes later-
"Knock Knock."
I uncurled from the fetal position on top of the toilet. "Who is it?"
"The entire viewing world!"
I wasn't familiar with this joke. "The entire viewing world who?"
A sigh sounded from the other end of the door. "Really Lindsey, you'll have to do a lot better at hiding then this!"
The idea of Chris calling Chef on me again burned into my mind. Throwing my hands up into the air again, I tore out of the bathrooms.
-5 MORE minutes later-
I could have sworn I saw Heather sneaking into the kitchen. Maybe the two of us could hide together and file our nails all the while? Surely she'd be stoked to see me here with her!
The door opened after my hand pressed against it, and I looked around the room. Everything seemed normal, like no one was in here. "Heather?" I whispered, trying to be as careful as I could. Walking over to the freezer door, I opened it up cautiously, hoping she was inside.
"Heather!" Her head hit the roof of the refrigerator in shock. "I'm so glad to see you're here also! We're like, destined to be together!"
"Wha- What are you doing here!?" Slamming the cold door behind her, she pointed to me. "Can't you find somewhere less suspicious? This challenge is 'Hide and Seek!' Not 'Hide in easily-seen and easily heard groups, and THEN seek!"
In fear, my body shrunk backwards. "But…" I tried looking away, fighting back tears. " I thought, we were, like, you know…"
She sighed, and one of her hands turned my head back toward her. "Look, Lindsey…" Using a finger from her other hand, she cautiously wiped a tear away from my eyes. "…But being together hurts our chances!"
"But…but what am I to do?"
"I don't know! Dig yourself a hole! Disguise yourself as a canoe! There's some ideas. But you'll need to do it away from anyone else!"
Suddenly the room lit up. Heather must have gotten another great idea! "Heheheheheheay!" I looked to see who was laughing, since it wasn't Heather or me. "This is MY kitchen, also known as, FORBIDDEN territory!" I was paralyzed in fear. Never before had he looked so tall and menacing, pumping up the water gun for a hard shot.
Heather's hot breath ran down my neck. "Lindsey, Run!" One of her hands gripped mine, and the kitchen just seemed to be gone! We were tearing through the camp at full speed, the dock in sight, Heather pulling me all along. I did the only thing I knew I could do. Scream.
"AIIIIIYIIIIII!"
"Shut up Lindsey! You're going to give us away!"
As we ended up on the dock, I looked behind us, seeing a huge burst of water surging towards us. With a splash my hair was ruined, as I landed atop of Heather, my head awkwardly buried inside of her breasts while her knees were drawn up into my groin. As if that wasn't bad enough, Chef's heavy, unfashionable boot was brought down onto my back, as he chuckled with glee.
-Heather's POV-
As Chef looked around in the Mess Hall, I sat beside Lindsey once again. Well, beside would be stretching it. She seemed to be intentionally sitting away from me. "Lindsey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing Heather. Just…" She trailed away also. Yes, she wasn't nearly as smart as 'mwa', but something must be bugging her.
"If it deals with us hiding together, you know that we-"
"YAAAAHHHHH!" The glass to the window behind us suddenly shattered. "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!"
"RAAAA!"
The tranquil scenery just erupted as Psycho-Nut case tore across the campgrounds and toward the dock, Chef in hot pursuit. It took just a few seconds for me to figure out what to do. "After them!" I forcefully grabbed Lindsey's hand, only for her to trip down the steps after standing up. Instantly I began sprinting after the two of them, running off into the metaphorical 'sunset'.
It was for naught. Nutcase missed the safety set, and ended up in the water. By the time I caught up, gasping for breath, Chef had dragged her out of the water. That rendered my efforts useless.
*Pant-Pant* "Heather!" *Pant-huff* "You could have at least pulled me back up!"
I glanced over my shoulder toward the blonde. "You'll live. You don't look any worse for the wear."
"Hey girls! Any of you seen Gwen?" My attention was diverted back to Izzy, soaking wet and being held by her skirt by Chef Hatchet.
"Not yet."
"No. But why do you need Gwen?"
"Oh, well Heather told me."
I slapped Izzy on the side of the face and slammed my foot on top of Lindsey's. "Don't going blowing our plans on International Television!"
-Heather's POV-
"I had to shut them up." She takes her nail file and begins working on her left middle finger. "After all, my super secret plan is only for the three of us to know. All of you in the viewing audience out there will figure it out when everything comes crashing down for Gwenny."
-Lindsey's POV-
"Why does Heather still treat me so mean? I didn't do anything! I was just asking a question!"
-Normal POV-
"AAAAAHHHH!"
"WHHHHAAAA! OOH, I landed on my KEYS!"
Turning my attention from the two girls, my senses went on full alert as to what came from the Mess hall that Izzy had previously sprang out of. Carefully walking forward to it, my eyes stared at the door, waiting for whoever had fallen in there to reveal themselves. Shock of shocks when Owen and DJ threw open the door simultaneously. As opposed to Lindsey, both of them looked worse for the wear. "You guys, Are SO busted."
"Hey! I've got an idea!" I glanced over at Lindsey. "Since there are two of them, I'll bust one of them so we both get invincibility!"
I looked at my significant other for a second, contemplating this. "Sure. We'll do that your way, for now."
"Awesome! Owen, You're busted!"
The overweight blonde groaned. "Ah man! Can't I get a break around here!"
Walking up, I yanked the soft-hearted jock's arm away from him, virtually dragging him behind me. "Oh please girl! I'll do anything! Just seriously! Don't turn me in!"
I looked up at a bird in one of the trees. "Shut up, or I'll throw a rock at the bird."
"NO! Turn me in! I'll do anything!"
I frowned. That was to easy.
"Come on girl! I'll do anything if you'll let me go!" I looked over at Lindsey and Owen. Owen was begrudgingly walking toward where Chef would be, all the while Lindsey was trying to 'push' him, not realizing that she wasn't making him go anywhere.
"Figures." I whistled for Chef, however, he didn't turn and look at me. "Figures, again." I continued to drag my ticket to invincibility behind me, coming right up toward Chef. "I found DJ and Lindsey found Owen, both in the Mess Hall. I guess that's invincibility for us, right?"
He nodded affirmatively. "Then my work here is done…Gwen." The crazy goth girl was wrapped up in the false grass that would be put on golf courses and the like. "You're looking fetch as always."
-Lindsey's POV-
"The guys are teaming up against us. And as much as it makes me want to yak up my lunch, we'll have to vote together as a group for us to have any real chance of winning."
"I'd say we take out Duncan. He's mean, and I'd even tell that to his face." I looked out the window at Bridgette, sitting outside after what appeared to be a group of skunk had sprayed her earlier. I gave her some of my perfume, but it didn't even help.
"Sounds good to me! I don't trust that little criminal!" LeShawna, who had somehow also scored invincibility today, waved her finger in the air as if trying to emphasize her point.
"Speaking of trust…I don't trust that Owen. The way he is always happy and smiling…it's way to creepy to be natural. I say we lose him. Lindsey?"
I looked up from my nails, trying to get them not to look streaked. "Owen? Yes." I nodded. Whoever Heather thought of surely would be a prime candidate for elimination.
"But Owen is like, the nicest guy on the island!" I looked over at Lindsey, who was sitting real close to Gwen. "Anddddd, he plays a mean game at Canasta, Have you guys ever played that!? It's so fun!"
Heather hissed. This was angering her. I wish there was someway for me to cheer her up! "This is an Elimination game! Not a dance! We'll have to vote someone off to stay in the game." A few seconds passed. "Why don't you vote with us Izzy! We'll be like BFF's!"
I looked up from my nails. Despite all the compliments Heather had given me, 'BFF' was not one of them. "I thought I was your Best Female Friend."
"Oh. Best Female Friend?" The redhead girl laughed lightly. "Okay!"
"You do realize she'll just dump you after the vote."
I sighed, remembering Beth and thinking aloud. "It's true. She probably will…"
The world suddenly spun and I felt a sharp pain between my ribs after Heather elbowed me there. I fell onto the floor, my nail polish pooling on the carpet and my own fingers smeared with it. "OOOH! Heather!"
"It's just Nail Polish Lindsey. Deal with it. Are you three with us?"
I didn't see how Gwen, LeShaniqua, and Bridgette reacted, but Heather must not have liked it. "Fine! Let the chips fall, where they may." She angrily stormed pass me, and I could hear the door slam in the background as I stared at the disaster on the floor.
-Confessional Camera-Lindsey's POV-
"Okay, THAT was limited edition! I can NEVER get nail polish like that back!" A moment of silence from the blonde. "Maybe Beth was right. Maybe Heather's not for me, and maybe she's not such a nice person after all…"

-Elimination Ceremony-
"Really, there are only two marshmallows left on this plate. Again, I think some wildlife must have busted in and ate more bags of them. Heather, LeShawna, Lindsey, Gwen, DJ, Geoff, Izzy, all of you stand behind me, and away from that wretched stench!"
The two females joined with the rest of the group. Heather and Lindsey had voted for Owen. However, neither the blonde female or the female of Korean descent was unsure of where Izzy's vote lay.
Gwen had voted with Bridgette and LeShawnna for Duncan. Again, Izzy's vote was up in the air.
Duncan, DJ, and Owen had all voted for Bridgette. In this case, Geoff's vote was up in the air.
"You three all racked up a ton of votes. In fact, it was really to close to count." The narcissistic host tossed one marshmallow to Owen. "You are safe." Heather cursed, smacking her fist into her palm. Either Izzy had voted with them, keeping Heather's alliance intact and formidable, while Geoff voted with the guys, meaning Bridgette would leave. Despite being 'allied' with her enemies, Heather still saw the blonde haired surfer as a potential future ally. The other possibility would be that Duncan was gone after Izzy voted with the other three girls. IN that case, Heather's alliance with Lindsey was near useless.
"Izzy, who did you cast the vote for?"
"I'll tell you later!" The redhead whispered back. "This drama is SO exciting!"
"The last marshmallow goes to…" The two others stared at each other, and Heather began scheming again to make what could be a two-person team pay off. Lindsey just watched, like the others.
"…Bridgette!"
A large amount of oxygen was taken in from the 'safe' campers.
"Really, I'm shocked. I knew what the answer was, and even I didn't expect that."

-Heather's POV-Girls' Cabin-
"Hey Gwen! Feeling lucky tonight!?"
I shifted my attention from the mirror that I was combing my hair with to Izzy's voice. Looking in the mirror at the reflection of the cabin, I could see Gwen leaning backwards as Izzy leaned toward her, almost ontop of her.
"Wha-? What do you mean!?"
"I know you have an interest in me, right!?"
I smiled widely. THIS would prove interesting.
"No! I-I just…"
"Just like drawing revealing, lude pictures of me, right!?" I glanced over at Lindsey, on her bunk as she looked at me, and looked back at the scene that was unfolding. I took a second glance at LeShawna, who had her face buried in the pillow, snoring at a medium volume, all worn out from swimming and hiding all day. "See! Like this one!" Izzy held up Gothie's book, her finger pointing right to a very revealing image.
Gwen's face turned three shades deeper then crimson. "Please, give me that back?" She responded, her voice having dropped to the volume of a whisper, like a mouse.
"No! Check out this one here, I LOVE how you did this one, so artsy, and with a natural background too!"
The sun-fearing emo snatched the book from my living weapon. "Izzy, since when have you gone looking in my book! Besides…" She looked anxiously to her right. "You could have taken it and drawn pictures of yourself inside of there!"
"Nah. I'm not that good at drawing. But I AM good at video editing!"
"That's…great." Gwen was trying to detour away from the subject.
"So how about it!?" Again, Izzy started to lean over Gwen again. "You should know that I LOVE Goths that dress good."
"Uh…thanks…but…no."
"What If I complimented you!? Maybe that would work?" Again I darted my gaze over toward Lindsey, who was leaning off the edge of the bed in slight confusion.
"Not really. Look, I'm not the type of girl who will sleep with anyone."
"Lemme think of a good compliment here…hmmm." Her green eyes turned upward. "Nice shoes! Wanna bang!?'
Gwen backed up as far as she could, until she was pinned between Izzy and the wall. "Really, Izzy, you're a great girl and all, but I'm really not going to do that, I'm not really a lesbian, I just draw all sorts of things…and even if I was, not here, in front of all of these other people, and not on this island, where Chris' cameras can see anything!"
"It's always more fun with people watching!"
"But…I mean, it's not like Lindsey and Heather do it where everyone is watching…!" With that the goth gasped. "Oh no…Heather…I didn't mean to."
Gwen must have figured out already that by telling anyone else about Lindsey and I, I would try to dole out severe punishments. It was strange, having the one girl who was more of a thorn in my side then anyone else, trying to cover her tracks to save her chances for the money.
"Wait, Heather, when did Gwen find out about us?"
"Back…with my uncle…remember?"
"Oh."
"Gwenny, Izzy already knows all about us." I stepped away from the mirror and walked over to the other end of the cabin, peering over Izzy's shoulder as the psycho hose beast continued to try and press an advantage on Gwen. "Look at this as insurance. You don't vote again Lindsey or I, tell anyone about us, or whatnot. Otherwise, I'll go public about your relationship with Izzy."
"I don't HAVE a relationship with Izzy! At least, not yet! I'm still with Trent!"
"I know right." Feigning a sad face, I pressed my advantage. "Vote with us in the next elimination, or Trent will find out on International TV that you and Izzy are an item. OH, I just can't WAIT to see the look on his face!"
Gwen bit her lip, looking to the side. "Heather, I helped you with your family problems even. Can't you give me a break for that and call it even?"
"My, my, my. How the tables have turned."
"They have?"
"Please be quiet Lindsey. At least look at it like this. It will take your mind off of Trent. You could say that I removed one lover for another."
"I'm not…"
"Keep Izzy entertained somehow. Because even if I don't go public with the two of you, however much 'real' a relationship between you two becomes, I have no idea how far this nutcase will go to crack you open."
Gwen glanced at Izzy, still towering over her, then back at me. I had her caught and pegged. "Okay. I'll vote with you."
"And maybe you'll keep Izzy entertained?"
Gwen blushed and groaned. "This is strictly off the books."
"Oh sure, sure. Whatever you say Gothie." I turned around and walked off toward the bed Lindsey and I would be sharing. "Whatever you say." I turned my attention back to the blonde. "Lindsey, do you need anything?"
Lindsey started to say something, then closed her mouth. "I don't have all night." I remarked, pulling the covers back and crawling in beside her.
"Maybe a good night kiss!?"
…how typical. She was definitely the submissive, emotional one out of us. I leaned in toward her lips, closing my eyes and connecting hers with mine. She still tasted sweet and appealing, and with a bit of force, I pushed my tongue into her mouth, running it along her teeth like a brush before 'wrestling' with her tongue.
Her gasp filled the room as she pulled back. "Goodnight Lindsey. Sweet dreams, sleeping, whatever you call it. I laid down, and as she came down beside me, I wrapped my arms around her glorified bust, allowing sleep to overtake me once more.
"Izzy! *Gasp* Don't touch me there! We're just now on these *Groan* terms."
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