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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 7 of 26-
The door to the communal washrooms opened up, Lindsey walking in smiling like the world had no problems in it. "Hello Heather!"
"Hello Lindsey." Was the courteous response give back to the blonde. "Will you please apply some of this on my back?" The Asiatic female tossed a bottle of skin brightening cream at Lindsey, who caught it just as it landed in her hands.
"Sure Hannah! Where do you want me to apply it?"
"Honestly…" Heather discarded the robe she was wearing, revealing nothing underneath besides her brazier and her dark purple thong. Why ever she was wearing that for, escaped Lindsey at the moment. "Any bare skin that you see on my back will work fine."
"Okay then." Lindsey popped the lid off and put a dollop of the stuff on her hands. She rubbed her hands together lightly, and then attached them onto the back of her love life. They were positioned at the nape of her neck, and using the very tip of the index fingers the blonde massaged the stuff deep into the non-existent cracks and crevices in her back. If one had thought that her skin could be used to glide a snowboard off of before due to its smooth complexity, now it would give no friction at all after it was thoroughly massaged. "Is this working?"
"Yes." She replied, very relaxed. She had been very, almost abnormally relaxed around Lindsey these last few days, although she was still her same, antagonistic self when around others.
"How does it feel?" Was the follow up question as the cream was worked firmly into the section of skin directly underneath the shoulder blade.
"Good. Very good." Lindsey didn't notice, but Heather almost unexpectedly wrapped her arm around her own back, and unclipped her bra, letting the material fall to the floor, leaving her bent over, yet still top nude. One might expect that the bubbly blonde wouldn't even notice, but in truth it stuck out at her like a flashing green light. Daring, just daring to go down to her torso.
Her hands traced slowly in a direction that would move there, but just as Lindsey's hand were even with Heather's sides, just an inch or so away from what should be the pair of marvelously swinging female glories, she realized she was out of cream, as it had been so thoroughly massaged, not to mention how much of the inaugural application had soaked into her own hands. Curiosity was put on an agonizing hold as Lindsey put some more cream on her hands, and massage deeply and smoothly again. She relocated her hands just below the scapula, or at least the part that could be seen on her back, and dragged her hands downward with a nice, clean, swift motion until they hit her very noticeable tan-line. Lindsey knew how tight that Heather had worn her braziers, as she had seen her dress the other day much to her secret pleasure, only to see that Heather's massive cups, a set which had to be D's, were tightly pushed up against her body. Otherwise…
Heather suddenly realized what kind of ability she had just acquiesced to Lindsey. Her long, feminine fingers were running down the sides of her upper rib cages, stretched out as far as they could go, prepared to start wrapping around…
Lindsey cut to the chase. Neglecting anything to deal with creams, she jolted her hands forward and planted each firmly on the matching breast. They were more then a handful, to be sure of. At the least the section which Lindsey was holding was perfectly rounded, the only part not rounded as such would be the nipples.
The blonde leaned her body on top of Heather's own, her head laying sideways on the back of Heather's skin, as she extended her tongue and dragged it across the tan line across the rear. A light moan was heard from the female as such skin which had rarely been disclosed was paid attention to.
Lindsey used her thumb and index finger to start massage the now horrent tips of what was Heather's large mounds. Rather then being like a thin switch that stuck outwards to be flipped like her own, the pattern that the alliance leader had was much, much more complex. It was circular on the outside, the diameter had to be at least 2, maybe two and a half centimeters. But the inner most section seemed to cave in rather then raise outward, as if one would poke the very tips of their fingers into this depression in the center of the tits. One could compare the structure to the top of a volcano, just more perfectly rounded and without the molten rock. Not able to resist the temptation any farther, Lindsey extended her middle finger the stiffest she could make it, and poked the very tip of it into the depression. Another amalgam intruded out of Heather's mouth, and Lindsey rubbed her legs together. A familiar heating sensation was building up in her hips.
"ALL CONTESTANTS HAVE TWO MINUTES TO REPORT FOR THE NEXT CHALLENGE! I REPEAT, ALL CONTESTANTS HAVE TWO MINUTES TO REPORT FOR THE NEXT CHALLENGE! THAT'S AN OUT!"
"Danm you Chris!" Heather cursed as she leaned farther down and grabbed her bra. Lindsey tried hard to catch a glance of her marvelous feminine glories, but Heather had the top on in a split second, and reached into a nice pile of folded clothes she had apparently brought with her, dressing for the day's challenges. Lindsey internally frowned. She turned around and walked out the door, but just as she opened it up Heather pushed through. Despite how it looked, it wasn't nearly as rude as it seemed, as Heather used the opportunity. "Tomorrow Night, Dock of Shame. 11 o'clock." The Blonde nodded in approval, excited about what would be their first 'official date'!

-Heather's POV-
I crossed my arms again. Of all things, I was chosen to be a deer! A bloody deer? Beth and Lindsey were standing to my right and left sides, like a set of less-then-perfect bodyguards if there ever were any.
"I wonder how long we'll be here." Beth remarked. "When will the challenge end?"
"When our loser teammates bag all of the opposing team's deer." I remarked, putting extra chill in the reply. I was more hen angered that what we had been…commencing earlier was interrupted. The waiting was wearing thin on my nerves. "Beth, go see if you can fetch some berries and a bag of chips for us. And make sure they are NOT Barbequed! I hate that stuff!" A wicked smile spread across my face as she walked off. Good. She was gone.
"I hope she can find some Blueberries." Lindsey's follow up remark was, to say the least, pointless.
"Yeah…" Dry was the return statement. And we sat there and waited.
And waited…
And waited…
And did I bother to mention that because Beth was taking SOOOO long, we waited some more.
"I'm bored" Lindsey responded. "How about we go looking for some deer!"
"And walk right into a trap?" Lindsey frowned. She hadn't thought of that obviously. "Let's face it. As long as no one can find us, we will be okay."
"Like how no one could find us in the communal bathrooms? Or in the…" Tuned out. I do not need to hear her constant mouth running.
-Normal POV-2 hours later-
"And remind me again…how did you find these?" The Blonde asked, taking another BBQ chip and chomping downwards on it.
"Chef was off going swimming! He looked so dorky in trunks!" Beth laughed.
"Heather. Do you want any?" I called for the third time. She still had her back to the duo, staring into the forest.
"I wonder what she is thinking."
"It's got to be something important, right?"
"True. But what?" If either girl knew that Heather was contemplating the damage that Beth was causing to her, they'd be singing a different tune. Lindsey had told in her monologue that Beth knew about their relationship, and that was to be a problem. A very big problem.
Not that she was worried in the slightest about Chris, Chef, or any of the other idiots on the island. Lindsey had proven herself to be to nice, and if it was revealed the two were in more-then-friendly terms, respect should naturally flow to her. Even if it didn't, she could use the 'discrimination card' that many minority groups used all across Canada and the United States. That wasn't to be a problem whatsoever.
Rather, the problem proved to be much more then that. Chris would inevitably bring her murder if that happened. She had learned that a long time ago her parents found her a bother, a nuisance. All they had wanted were sons to help them work around the house and carry on the family name. Despite the fact that her ancestry was Korean, her parents acted more like the Chinese, hoping desperately to have as many males as possible. Her brothers and sisters obviously didn't like her, and she made sure that she made their life miserable.
That wasn't the main issue though. Her parents wouldn't protect her from someone else in her family. Her mother's brother, who had also been Korean, was a recent convert to Islam. Not the common, watered-down western type that could live in peace with other religions and races, but he was one of those very few radicals.
In fact, he had became so radicalized that he admitted to trying to set a bomb in a Taxi cab several weeks prior to her joining the show. Furthermore, the Asiatic female could tell that he strictly followed Shaira law, and under those guidelines, women were viewed as cattle, and that homosexuality was forbidden. SO forbidden in fact that anyone who was caught in the act was to be killed. The thought of being killed didn't exactly run over with her well, and with Beth knowing about their relationship, how long before she of Lindsey slipped, and allowed Chris to find out about it. Likewise, how long would it be before one of McLean's cameras caught them doing something, kissing or what-the-not.
Hence, why she needed to win the money. A desire to win it wasn't as dominant in her head as it had been when she first joined. Now, if she had it, she could possibly hire a bodyguard, and move out of Montreal and to Toronto, or even better, possibly south of the border to the states. Maybe even take Lindsey with her? That should put enough distance between herself and that radicalized uncle of hers.

-Lindsey's POV-
"Heather, do you want any chips?" I politely asked, tapping the alliance leader on the shoulder. Heather snapped out of it.
"Thanks Lindsey." The antagonist smiled at me, giving me that warm fuzzy feeling inside. She turned around and taking the chip, crunching down on it.
"Grrrr!" Lindsey had no way of knowing that for Heather, this was the perfect moment. Allthough Lindsey would put her life in Beth's hands, Heather couldn't trust Beth anymore, and now she was going to kick her out of her alliance, and send her spiraling to her downfall. "I told you to NOT get Barbeque!"
"It was the only thing lef-"
"And not to mention, you spend hours talking to Lindsey, not even bothering to try and protect me or anyone else for that matter!"
"I was watching the scen-"
"Hannah, what's wrong?" I called out, trying to break the fight. The glare that I earned from my lover scared me.
"You have proven yourself repeatedly, time and time again, to be a waste, not only to this alliance, but to my whole team!"
"Well, Your not exactly a team player either!"
"Beth, as Alliance leader, I have sole ability to do one action that you have warranted. I am booting you from my alliance! You can't rely on my help dragging you through anymore"
"Fine!" I looked as Beth now popped the lid on her anger. "I don't have to! I can spend the rest of today at least hunting deer, trying to HELP the team, unlike you! I QUIT!" Beth threw the bag of chips into the air, not knowing what downfall she set up for the gap-toothed geek named Cody, and stormed off.
Heather sat back down, and smiled. But, I couldn't take it.
"Heather! What is wrong with you!"
"We had to get Beth removed somehow." She curtly responded.
"Why! She has done everything you asked of for her, and now this!"
"She knows to much." Heather looked up. "Who else have you told about our relationship."
"Well…" I looked upwards, trying to remember.
"Stay with me Lindsey!" Her long fingers snapped in front of my face. "I NEED to know!"
"I think…that's it."
"Then we are good."
"Good! What do you mean?" The smile on her face didn't help tales any.
"If no one else knows, there is nothing hindering us from making the finals. Also, no crazies will come after us and try to kill us." What? Izzy is off the island, and I can't think of any other crazy people.
"Maybe we can go back to Beth and apologize. It IS the right thing to do." However, Heather's interest in apologizes were piqued.

-45 minutes later-
Heather tapped Beth on the shoulder. The short girl sighed in disappointment, then turned around. "What is it Heather? I have deer to bag."
"We've been talking about you."
"We have?" The busty female asked in confusion.
"Zip it, Lindsiot." Heather jabbed back.
"I don't have time for this." Beth turned back around, only to see her target was gone.
"Well then, MAKE time!"
The disbanding female sighed in dissapointment. She decided now to try and show Heather just where the problem lay. "Do you know why we keep losing challenges?"
"Because they're lame and stupid?" Heather half-asked, half stated
"No, because you're so busy being mean that you don't even try. All you can think of is bossing us around!"
Heather was firmly fed up with Beth at this point. So much for 'apology'. The reasons that Lindsey had used to try and coax back Heather and Beth were now exempt from her mind. She yanked her deer nose off, and gave it a hard throw, the décor bouncing off of Beth harmlessly, but explained the point.
"Oh, that's it!"
"Bring it, dweeb!"
Just as the two females would of started a fight, something smacked Heather in the leg. "What the?" She turned around and reached down, wiping some of the paint off. "LeShawnna!"
"Nearsighted."
"Oh! I'll give you Near-sighted all right!" Before Heather could begin to rant on the female, she was shot at from behind by Beth. "Lindsey, your gun."
"But I-"
"NOW!" Lindsey reluctantly handed it over, and Heather shot at Beth with stunning accuracy, hitting her in the forehead as she went down. LeShawnna went down into a sniper pose, shooting up at Heather, but the Korean female unleashed her next rounds all across her sworn enemy. Beth then returned fire, and the greatest inter-team battle was on.

-Campfire Ceremony-
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Stealing from Chef, eating chips in the woods, being mauled by bears... Do you know what I see here? I see a very undisciplined group! I see a disgraceful mess! I see a massive waste of paint product! And I have to say, that... was... awesome! When you guys opened fire on your own team? Wicked TV, guys." Chris' smile was spreading as wide as the moon. "There are only seven marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper…" The narscistic host was cut off
"Who does not receive a marshmallow must immediately return to the Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers and leave. Can't we just get this over with it?" Gwen angrily interrupted.
"Fine, whatever. Spoil the moment. Trent, Lindsay, Owen, Gwen…"
Heather shot a glare at Beth, who caught it. Just to torment her farther, Heather drew her finger across her neck, resembling decapitation by a knife cut.
"LeShawna, and Beth." The tables turned. Lindsey looked worried earlier, but now her face was fear-stricken. Cody just stared contently. Heather shot a glance at Beth, smiling devilishly at her marshmallow, then at Cody, and back at Chris, worry etching her face.
"And the loser is…Cody." Heather stood up as she caught her marshmallow, and whirled around to face her team. "Folks, this is NOT over! I will indeed triumph over my enemies!" It sounded like a speech that was ill-prepared, but it got the message across.
War. And silently, Lindsey understood the deeper meaning. Nuclear War against anyone else who would find out about the two of them.
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