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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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As a whole, I think the story begins to improve form this chapter on. Prior it was really strangely set up. Yet it was about this point that the story's dominate First-person perspective became more mold-able for me to work with. Now I find it hard to write outside of that perspective.
-Total Drama Island Episode 7 of 26-
The early morning light beamed through the windows. The members of the Screaming Gophers all yawned and stretched. Two very noticeable figures could be spotted in the same bed together.
Lindsey had perfectly molded her body into Heather's own. Her hands were under her head in a sleeping position, her body sloping backwards to make a spoon formation that culminated at the small of her back, then retreated. Her waist was in a nearly perfect line with her head, and a line could be drawn between her knees and nose. Her legs were sharply bent backwards below the knees.
Heather was in the exact same position, with only minor changes. Her right hand was wrapped under Lindsey's midsection, coming up to meet her left hand as it was slung over the same section of body, where the two met and held tightly to each other. Heather's face was in Lindsey's hair, and like a pair of spoons, they fit together absolutely perfectly, like pieces of a feminine puzzle. Their bodies were concealed by the sheets, only their head poking above. Everyone else took no notice that the two were even sharing the same bed, or so was to be believed. Izzy saw, and her photographic memory kept that stored away tightly in her deranged mind.
Before long everyone else had left or were still fast asleep when waking stirrings struck the blonde first. As her eyes opened she smiled widely. Heather's arms were still wrapped tightly around her midsection, and her steady in and out breaths through her hair and on the bare of her neck was such a comforting feeling. She withdrew her hands from under her head, stretching them outwards. As she did her body flexed, her back nestling closer to Heather's torso. This motion woke the Asiatic female from her peaceful slumber.
"Good morning Beautiful." It took Lindsey a second to remember who stated the compliment and who it was directed toward.
"Good morning Heather!" She turned around in her arms, looking her current love life in the eyes. Heather's face was consumed with a smile such of the likes hadn't been seen before.
"How did you sleep?"
"Better then ever! You?"
"Great. Let's get moving before anyone sees."
"Right." Lindsey pulled the sheets back, sitting up and stretching her body once again. She tried to hide the stain in her underwear from Heather, although secretly she wanted Heather to notice. Of course, Lindsey had that dream again, where Heather made oral love to Lindsey in more ways then she had initially thought possible *Chapter 2*.
Heather pushed the covers off of her also. Similarly, she also had a strange wet mark on her underwear, as she hadn't bothered to put anything else on the previous night but the necessities. Her dream had been so weird, in a strange situation where the two of them had been on the floor of their cabin, rolling about while totally nude, fingers plugging into the other's sex while kissing and fondling with their free hands. But enough of that. Things had to be done today. Who knew when Chris would start his insane routine.
-One hour later-
Chris stepped out of the Confessional Camera, sighing while shaking his head. Almost as if he could read his best friend's brain, Chef spoke up.
"Something wrong with the stall?"
"Did you mess with the tapes recently?"
"No. Why, did you?"
"Only to run through them and see who confessed what. But I'm missing an entire 40 minute block of footage. That section of the recording has been taped over."
"Meaning it's irretrievable?"
"Exactly. I'll figure out what the problem is soon enough, but a note of reminder, we should keep the camera accessible to only us. Someone must have said something they didn't want us hearing."
"Well, it's only Forty Minutes. It's not Watergate or anything."
"Indeed. Let's get set for today's challenge."

-Missing Segment from the Confessional Camera-
Heather shut the door behind her, sitting down as she pulled out a kit for makeup. "Allow me. First up, the elimination from last night had made me feel SO confident! Coupled with the fact that now Lindsey is all to myself, and Beth won't surely leave the 'popular crowd' and her 'best friend' I've got a locked-in alliance to the final three. Once there, I can eliminate Beth, and then I can convince Lindsey to be subservient just one more time in her life, and I can win it! For us." She applied some blush to her cheeks as she looked into the hand-held mirror. "Without a doubt, her sex appeal, coupled with my own that I have gone to great lengths to make irresistible, will throw the males off their game unless they're gay overweight slobs like Owen or Gothic obsessed like Trent. The females Will tear each other apart in the long term, as even the closest friendships will come to a close. But Lindsey and I will be unstoppable!" She looked up at the Camera. "I don't have what it takes to pay Chris off to rig everything from here on out to the end, and I'm not even sure if that cheap cake will do it."
She looks into the mirror, opening her mouth so that way the skin under her eyes would stretch out far enough for her to examine. "I'm at the top of my game now. My looks, my love, and my schemes will get me through. Everything is right in my world."
A moment of silence passed. She didn't even bother looking at the camera. "And that's great, because I'm sick of my old life. Popular indeed I was, but I had to force everyone to like me." Her eyes drifted off to the side. "Not to mention how…" She bit her lip, and looked at the camera. She caught herself right before she spilled the thing that had kept her up and awake for months at a time. Should she say it? Would Chris use it against her?
No, he wouldn't. She reached forward, and pulled the camera out of the wall just a bit. A recording tape was running. All she had to do was destroy the section of the tape she said it on.
"How no one liked me." Her face fell. She couldn't even tell Lindsey this, even the blonde would reject her. "They called me a witch, a slob, everything. Can I help it that as a kid I was naturally overweight? Can I help it if the Acne problems I had wouldn't go away? Could I help it!" IN a fit of rage, she stood up, and slammed her fists down. "No. The voices in here." She tapped her temple lightly. "Are being seared and silenced. Lindsey loves me! I will go to any length to ensure that." Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, tinted a light gray with the slight amount of Mascara she had applied. "I Do, Look beautiful! I now look sexy. I now can seduce my way into any circle of life I need to. Lindsey will help me!" She stared hard at the camera, her lack of self-support had been for years shielded by her antagonistic personality, and now she was laying it all out. "And Lindsey will help me sear the voices with her laughs, her smiles, her screams of pleasure, her kisses of enjoyment, and anything else she does! Because She loves me not for who I was…but for what I have become!" She wiped her eyes, anger and sadness blending together and canceling each other out. "I have nothing more to say." She pulled a set of tweezers out of her bag. "Now to erase all evidence." She leaned in toward the camera, and the screen went fuzzy, until it picked back up right as the door shut.

-Heather's POV-
"Oh Trent! You must ride with us!" Beth and Lindsey strangled the arms of the guitarist. My eyes narrowed disapprovingly. They were just to close. I let out a high, shrill whistle. Lindsey understood, and came sprinting over.
"Yes Hannah?"
"Heather." I corrected. "Keep your eyes on Trent. Make sure he doesn't end up getting to close with weird Goth Girl. I don't trust the two of them."
"Unh-huh." She nodded her head approvingly.
"Good." As she went back to drag Trent into the canoe, I pointed to Owen. "Owen, Spit-spot! We haven't the time to waste!"
"But-"
"NOW!" I scowled while screaming at him, and he walked toward the canoe. I wanted Lindsey to keep an eye on Trent, and tell me what he thought about Gwen. IF those two got together…hell would have to be raised.
-Lindsey's POV-
We had been going for sometime now. With all three of us moving these oars, frankly, we would all were even with the others.
"Trent, Can I ask you something?" My voice piped up. I didn't want to disappoint Heather.
"Sure. What is it?'
"Well, you and Gwen seem to be getting it a little…close." I locked my ring and index finger together to show him what I meant. "Do you like-like her or something?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Oh…just wondering." I remarked, looking at the sky. Why was I asking? Well, maybe after I told Heather she would remind me.
"Well." His guard was let down. I could tell that Beth was even listening intently, curious on the gossip. "Sure I like Gwen and all, but she sends me mixed signals. I know it is kind of my fault though, I left her buried underground and all but…" He scratched the back of his neck nervously.
"But…?"
"I need almost a pointer form her to tell me if she's into me or not. Hell, I've seen her and Izzy chatting friendly also, and for all I know, Gwen could think I'm gay while she's having bi- fun with Izzy and Duncan." He chuckled, and continued stroking the oars across the water.
"SO you don't know?"
"I like her, but I don't know yet if she likes me."

-5 hours later-
"Do you honestly think that fork was best?" I heard Gwen ask Heather for the umpteenth time.
"I'm quite positive. Those looser Bass can't play a game of cards right I'd bet, let alone pick the right path."
I felt the presence of a female beside me, and was, quite frankly, caught off guard when Heather appeared beside me. "And?"
"I don't remember why I asked this, but I found out that Trent really likes Gwen, but she isn't telling him if he likes her back."
"Odd. She wrote about it in her diary."
"She did? How nice of her to share it with you!"
"Uh…guys?"
Turning our gazes out toward Trent, who had been leading the bunch of us, we noticed that his lower legs were gone.
"Trent!" "TRENT!" I shouted, accompanied by Beth's worried shout. I began to run to help him, only to feel a hand wrap around my wrist as it was twisted and yanked hard.
"Don't do it Lindsey." Heather whispered into my ear. "That's quicksand."
"But Tami is in trouble!" I cried desperately as Beth charged into the stuff.
She rolled her eyes. "Beth can get him out."
"But…"
"No Buts Lindsey. I love you, and I don't want to lose my angel."
"Okay Heather. Can I call you an angle also?"
"Sure, just not around anyone else."
"Okay Angel." I remarked. Then out of nowhere, a chest-high Trent and a neck-high Beth found Cody swinging through the trees on a vine, only for him to totally miss and hit a tree. I couldn't help but cringe, and then noticed how the vine was caught by Trent as it swung by They were saved! He pulled Beth out, and she began spitting out sand.
"Beth, Tyler! Are you two okay?"
"Yeah. We're fine alright! Thanks to Cody and Trent. It was so nice of them to save us!"
"Awww, how sweet."
"That quicksand sure is tricky stuff." Trent remarked.
"Onward folks!" I heard Heather shout. "I don't think anyone wants to be given the boot tonight!" With some grumbles, we all trudged forward. I noticed that as we moved Beth picked something off of the ground, but I had no idea what it was.

-4 hours later-Heather's POV-
"We need a large fire!" LeShawna bewailed.
"Then get some you Ghetto Freak." I half expected her to attack me, and that expectation was right.
The noise of her rushing at me form behind was easily picked up, and I whirled around, holding a sharp stick in my hand. It poked forward and went through her shirt, pressing against her belly.
"If you want to live, and not have your self-proclaimed luscious innards laying on the ground as our next fire-pieces, I suggest you get some wood."
"Bitch from hell." She remarked as she stormed off.
"Take it or leave it."
"That was so brave of you standing up to LaShaniqua like that!"
"Thanks Lindsey."
"You did kind of treat her rough though." Beth commented from my other side as with the stick I rolled a log over, exposing more sparks to the air as the flame danced a few inches higher.
"We don't have room for slackers. All of us need to do a job."
"Alright." Trent also remarked. "I have some more firewood here." He laid down several medium-sized logs.
"We need something ingenious." I scoffed. "But it will help."
"Don't worry! I'm sure Heather can figure something out! Right 'angel'?" My blood ran cold. IF Beth or Trent understood the meaning of that saying, either Lindsey or I were gone!
"Uhhh, right."
"Angel?"
"It's a personal joke between us." I faked a chuckle, and it satisfied Trent. That took care of that. Beth raised her eyebrow, and walked off.
"You need something ingenious!" I heard a familiar shout from behind. Izz-zzzy! "Behold, my-" She cut herself off as she threw something into the fire. I scampered away, grasping Lindsey's hand and dragging her with me as the fire leapt thousands of feet into the sky, exploding with the force of an Atom Bomb!
"A-Mazing!" Chris called down from the helicopter he was in. "I hereby declare the Screaming Gophers the winners!"
"We won!" Was the unanimous cry.
"Then let's get ready to move out of here folks." I authoritvely clapped my hands. "We don't need to burn nightlight."
"Relax Heather." Gwen's voice cringed in my ear. "We can't hardly see where we'll be going."
"…" As much as I wouldn't admit, she was right. She may be a looser, but she was a smart one at that. Few things would agg me more then that.
"I agree. Let's set up camp." Great, just great! Now the stupid guitarist was agreeing with her. Lindseyyyyy a little mutual support would be nice!
"I agree!" My face fell. She agreed with them? "With Heather." Oh, that's a different story.
"Unh-nuh. Ain't no way I'm risking the trip back there now!"
"Actuathly, we'd have a head thtart on the other team!" Beth's lisp was easily recognizable over LeShawna's.
"Owen, Izzy?"
"Why don't we stay here until we get the fire big enough that you can see it from Montreal Intl!" Izzy remarked, and Owen nodded in confirmation. Rgghhh!

-Elimination Ceremony-
Frankly, no one had any idea what was going to take place in mere seconds. Everyone was expecting the worst.
"Once again your team is at the Bonfire ceremony. Frankly, both of you didn't assist your team much at all."
Beth and Izzy were sitting on the logs, looking at Chris and his plate of one marshmallow. Izzy was eyeing them hungrily, a look of determination in her 'HUN-GRY EYES!' state.
"I only have a single one left. Beth, stuck in quicksand and yet you couldn't even help someone else. Not a bright idea girl." She looked down, biting her lip. Chris shifted his gaze. "Izzy, giving away info to the opposing team. Not a smart move girl, by any means."
"The last marshmallow will either go to Beth or Izzy." Un-noticed by everyone else was how two couples clasped hands in relief that it wasn't them. Gwen and Trent did indeed, exchanging a quick smile. Heather and Lindsey did also. Their votes, coupled with that of Beth's and LeShawna's was enough. Enough to take Izzy out of the game. And really, even if the Owen, Izzy, Trent, and Gwen voted for Beth, what was Chris going to do? Kick them both out?
"THIS IS THE ROYAL CANADIAN MOUNTED POLICE. ISABELLA, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST ON CHARGES OF…"
"YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE!" Izzy flipped the men in the helicopter a middle finger coupled with a one-finger salute, and before LeShawna could even ask a question that now began gnawing at her, Izzy ran off, taking the marshmallow off the plate as she scampered into the woods.
"Oh, Okay. Well that settles that." Chris stated, looking at the campers with a wide-faced grin. "How about it?" Everyone was to shocked frankly to respond.

-Screaming Gophers Cabin-
"Hey Lindthey, can I talk to you?"
"Sure Beth!" Lindsey walked over toward Beth's bunk and sat down on the bed with her. "What is it?"
"On Bony Island, you called Heather a certain name."
"I did? Oh yeah! Angel!"
"Why did you call her that? I want in on the joke also?"
"What's funny?"
"Why did you can Heather 'angel'?" Beth asked, ready to be impressed with a knock-you-socks off joke.
"Well Beth, she called me an angel, and she said I could call her one also."
"Why did she call you one?"
"Well, I've not been allowed to tell a soul about how since Tyler left Heather is my girlfriend and that she and I call each other nice nicknames and cuddle and kiss and things like any other couple would do." She stated factually. Lindsey looked at Beth, who had her mouth agape as far as she was allowed to. That was when the blonde caught what she had done. "Oops. Heather is going to be so mad at me…" Lindsey grabbed the end of her hair and began twirling it in her hands, staring out the window in fear.
"Lindsey, you and Heather are lesbians!"
"From the Island of Lesbo? Noooo." A chuckled emitted from her throat. "I'm from Canada just like you are silly!"
"No no no, I mean, you two are female homosexuals?"
"What's that mean?"
"You only like girls in a sexual way."
"NO! I like Tyler…when he was here. That was his name, right?" She looked up as if to remember exactly.
"Lindsey, when did you and Heather…hook up?"
"Well, We had kissed when we were all awake at the beach."
"Awake-a-thon."
"And she kissed me in the woods before she read Gwen's diary."
"Talent Show."
"And we hooked up yesterday!"
"You two…done anything?" Beth slightly girated her lower body as if to communicate what she meant. Lindsey got the picture.
"Noooo. Well, except for that Dream, but still, she's so nice!"
Beth looked over at Heather, who was removing make-up form her face so she could start sleeping. "I don't think this will go good Lindsey."
"Nonsense Beth! I'm not worried in the least bit over this!"
"Well I am. But It's your life anyway. I hope you two live long, prosper together, and have lots of kids."
"Who will be pregnant?" Lindsey excitedly asked. Beth face palmed in response. "Darn! That's what I say to couples that hook up and I hear about it. But I've never seen two girls hook up."
"But still Beth, who will get pregnant?"
"Neither of you, I think."
"What do you mean? Are we not compatible?"
"No Lindsey." Beth heaved out. "You can have sex, but she can't impregnate you, and visa versa. She doesn't have sperm. You'd have to get donated sperm."
"Oh…And I can't donate, because I don't have any."
Beth saw the disappointment in her friend's face. She didn't have the heart to leave Lindsey with that gapping hole in her heart. "Well…" She remembered something she read in the 'National Inquirer' a year or so back. "…Some scientists think that if one female could put her egg into the other female's womb while she is fertile, and if the eggs make contact and break simultaneously, it could produce a girl child form the two women. But it's only a hypothesis, of course." Beth hoped that would make Lindsey happy, who now seemed exuberant. "Great! But not right now. I still have things I want to do before I get married and have kids."
"Where would you get married at?" Beth asked raising a eyebrow.
"I hear I could do it in Ireland!"
The shorter female rolled her eyes. "Okay. Good night Lindsey."
"Good night Beth!" Lindsey looked so happy as she sprinted over to her bunk. Beth laid down just as Cody turned the lights off in the room. "Light's out everyone!" Cody called. "Then we could all talk in the dark!" He chuckled sadistically as he laid down to sleep also. Beth pulled the covers up to her chin, and rolled over. "Lindsey and Heather? I never saw it coming."
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