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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 8 of 26-Normal POV-
Frankly, since the last elimination ceremony, Lindsey had been scared. She had seen Heather mad and angry before, but never infuriated like this. Her fear drove her away from the Asiatic beauty, and with no other REAL friends to talk to, Lindsey was almost a loner.
That changed on the third day since Cody's elimination. Lindsey had been contently brushing her hair in the girl's cabin when the door flew open, and in walked, you guessed it, Heather.
"Heather! Oh, I…." Lindsey was certain she was in trouble, and as the raven-haired female approached, Lindsey shrunk back in fear. Her eyes were darting from side to side, hoping desperately that whatever punishment her love may have had in mind, would be light.
Heather leaned over, grabbed Lindsey by the back of the neck, firmly, but not injuriously, and pulled her in, kissing her on the lips. The two females shared this position for about 12 or 13 seconds before Heather pulled back. "Lindsey, could I brush your hair for you?" Her voice wasn't authoritve, commanding, rather peaceful and slightly tranquil, although not drugged or anything.
"Um, Sure!" Lindsey handed the brush over to the Alliance captain, and Heather sat down on the bench, not using the mirror that Lindsey had been using, but her own eyes, turning her body so she could slowly, smoothly, brush the matted knots out of the flowing blonde hair.
Of course, this wouldn't stay this way very long. Within a short amount of time, Lindsey had pulled out one of her own brushes and was slowly moving it through Heather's own hair. Neither girl would admit it for various reasons, but both of the females envied the other's texture, more so for Heather, who often needed to use various gels, moisturizers, and special shampoos for herself. As Lindsey didn't know that, the totally smooth texture seemed natural, and she thought it was better then her own.
"I think I found one." Heather remarked, twisting her tongue just outside of her mouth.
"What?"
"A Knot." The female pulled the brush down a bit, and Lindsey felt a light tug as the hairbrush snag on the mass of clumped hair.
"Ohhh, that's such a shame. Can you fix it?"
"I can yank it as hard as I want to. Or, I could just try and untie it."
"Please, don't yank it. I want my eyes to stay where they are."
Heather chuckled at the Blonde's naivety. "Ok." She pulled downward on the knot slightly, and her left hand grabbed the bunch. Just as she did though, a trumpet went off outside. Heather jumped at this, fearing a simultaneous cry from her uncle of 'Allah Akbar!', and henceforth she yanked Lindsey's hair, and although it undid the knot, it also yanked Lindsey's head downward with it.
"Oww! Heather! That really hurts!"
"Sorry. I thought it was…" She decided to stay mum. If Lindsey knew that by chance her crazy uncle would start trying to kill them, Lindsey for sure would leave her, and that would douse the flame of peace in her life. "…Chris, calling for a challenge."
-Lindsey's POV-
I ran my hand through my hair one more time as we walked up the steps to the Mess Hall. Heather had done so well, my hair felt better then it ever had before!
"Head chef. Called it, get it." Heather's soothing, still firm voice remarked, ending any debate on the team.
"I don't think this is a dictatorship"
"You want to argue with me?" I looked at Heather and LeShawna, who were staring at each other with intense looks in their eyes.
"Girls! Girls! Girls Please stop!" I answered, putting my hands between the two. "We can do this. Heather can be head chef like she wants to be, and LeShawna can help cook!" The idea seemed simple enough.
-Heather's POV-Conffestional Camera-
"I had to take the leadership role. Hello, we're on a losing streak... and really, everyone else on the team is pretty useless." She sighed, and then bent over, disconnecting the recording wire. "I'm going to have to treat Lindsey a bit harsher on Camera, so that was my insane uncle doesn't stone me when I get back. But no need to worry, everything between us will keep going just fine."
-Normal POV-
"We'll have to make a Pineapple Margarita and some type of ribs probably for the main dish. It shouldn't be to hard for a bunch of incompetents to make!"
LeShawna yanked her bowl of pineapples out of my hands. "Fine. But II Work on this." She began stirring intensely, Beth standing beside her and cutting up pineapples. "That scrawny girl can bite my ass for all I care." Strutting back over to her, I held up a frying pan. "Are you aware that these cast-iron frying pans will, indeed, put a deep, deep dent in your head. I'd recommend you shut up, unless someone on your team has a gun on you right now."
Lindsey looked at Heather oddly. What was eating at her lover? She seemed to be happy, fine, content even around her, but whenever she was with someone else, she spewed venom like no one else' business.
"Lindsey, Gwen, Trent, you two stand ready for any assistant jobs I'll need." Then the antagonist pointed at Owen. "Owen, You'll be our Go-to guy. Whatever we need, You get it."
"Yes sir-Um Ma'am! I mean Ma'am!" He saluted and tried standing tall.
"Good. If we just stay organized, we'll take out the opposing team."
-One Hour later-
"Come one people! Chop-Chop!" Heather clapped her hands together. "Trent, You start putting the barbeque on the ribs, Gwen, Get the Oven heated! Owen, you get the oranges!"
"On it!"
"Lindsey, I need you over here." Lindsey put down her knife, and started walking toward her alliance captain. "NOW!" That scared her, and the blonde ran over to the Korean female, slightly trembling.
"Y-Yes?"
"Come with me. I need to discuss, privately with you."
The two females stepped outside the cabin. "Heather, have I done something wrong?"
"Outside of the fact that you told Beth about our relationship, no. But to make things look less suspicious, I might treat you just a bit…harsher around the others." A twinge of guilt hit Heather, a feeling she frankly wasn't familiar with. "Ummm…" She tried to remember the words. "I'm sorry."
Lindsey leaned in and wrapped her arms around Heather, as the dominant female returned the embrace, trying to keep tears from falling from her eyes. As odd and strange as it sounded, Heather didn't want to be mean to the one person who had given her life fullness and fulfillment. But what had to be done, had to be done.
Lindsey hugged and squeezed Heather tightly. "I understand Heather. But why?"
Heather wiped her eye with her left hand, observing the singular tear drop. Looking through it, she saw Owen trudging up, covered in red dots and carrying a tub of oranges.
"Lindsey! Inside, quick! We can't be seen like this!" The two girls separated and ran inside, returning to their stations.
As Owen kicked down the door, it was obvious that it hadn't been a walk through the park.
"Well Come on, Throw them over here!" Heather snapped. Owen threw the tub, which sailed through the air. Lindsey and Gwen ducked, but Trent wasn't so lucky, and it smacked him full in the face. He dropped the bottle of Barbeque sauce, and fell to the ground, his brain shutting down and then rebooting from the incident.
"Oh! He's got a concussion! Quick! Get some medical help!" Gwen shouted, kneeling at Trent's side. "Trent, Trent are you okay?" NO response. "Stay with me man, Stay-With-ME!"
-Heather's POV-Confessional Camera-
"Things are going perfectly, except for Owen's hornet stings and Trent's concussion, which means he's out of today's challenge. But still, this challenge is totally ours." She then smacks her forehead in dissapointment, groaning.
-Normal POV-
After Trent was led away, Heather turned to the other two females that had shown any type of affection today. "Pay attention, girls! This is how you flambé. Step one: pour the flambé liquid, which you did manage."
Lindsey was hurt by this shrewd remark, but reminded herself somehow that Heather was trying to keep their relationship secret.
"Step two of two: light it!" At this point the head chef pulled her lighter out of her pocket, and she lit the flambé. However, the molasses within it had been loaded with Whiskey, something Chef had been drinking behind the scenes, and it instantly ignited. The explosion released a nicely sized black cloud, covering Heather's face.
Regardless of who it happened to, Gwen and Lindsey fought, fought very hard to keep from laughing. Lindsey felt as if there was on wrongdoing from laughing, as she would have done the same thing had it been Gwen, LeShawna, Owen, Trent, or anyone else.
The grease in the pan was still clean, and Heather looked in it to see her reflection. What she saw was terrifying. Instantly a gut reaction and memory kicked in from when she had been much, much younger. Run away, cry in a corner, hope that none of the school bullies would make fun of her acne, her freckles, now her missing eyebrows. And just as soon as that memory was triggered, she forced it down, standing firmly, but still screaming in anger. "Ahhhhhhhh! My eyebrows! OWEN!"
At this point Owen slid up to the Queen Bee. "Is it finally lunch time?"
Heather scowled. How could he think of lunch in a crisis like this? "No! Go get my makeup bag from the cabin!"
The chubby blonde cringed. "But... the bees."
Heather pointed with her frying pan out the door. "NOW!" As Owen scampered out, she fell over onto the counter, screaming. "Ugh! It's like I'm on a team of morons!"
-Lindsey's POV-
"I feel sorry for Hannah, I mean, Heather. Regardless of what she does to me or anyone else, no one deserves to have their eyebrows burnt off!" She sighs. "Poor girl."
-Normal POV-
Owen walked in a second time, his face now totally swollen from the hornet's stings. Heather tapped her foot impatiently, then stomped it when no one moved. "Danm it Owen! Don't just stand there! Give it!"
"Verba ger fish baggie-" He dropped the bag then, and he fell on the floor himself.
Heather walked over to get it, but before she got there Beth picked it up. "Don't you think of rummaging through it!" The Asiatic female stormed.
"Okay." Beth lisped through her braces. "LeShawna!" The short, glasses wearing female tossed the bag to the self proclaimed 'bootylicious' female, who caught it with glee.
"Lindsey!" Next moment, Lindsey found the bag in her hand, Heather starring her down. "Don't you dare." She remarked.
"Throw it Lindsey!"
"I'm Open!" Beth called out. Gwen was watching the scene unfold with curiosity.
"Don't throw it back at them…GIVE IT TO ME NOW!" Lindsey became terrified from Heather's tone of voice, and cringed as she threw the bag. Her total lack of paying attention sent it hurling into the freezer, and LeShawnna ran over to it, slamming the door shut just as Heather ran in after her bag. The Ghetto female smiled evily with glee as she locked the door. "She's Outta here!"
Lindsey cast a worried glance at the freezer. "Do you think Heather's really mad at us?"
A series of dents began appearing in the freezer door. "I WILL DESTROY YOU ALL!" Was shouted from inside the cold realms.
LeShawna snorted. "She'll get over it. Girl need to learn how to chill. Let's serve it up!"
-Three hours later-
Her team had already lost. Her eyebrows had been drawn back in. Heather was slowly walking out of the kitchen, shivering until the sun's rays hit her body, melting the ice that had formed on her shoulders.
Meanwhile though, in the Gopher's cabin, Lindsey and Beth were chatting about the incidents of the day. They didn't realize that Trent, Owen, LeShawna, and Gwen were all deciding on voting against her due to bringing the Tiki idol curse.
Beth was sitting on her bunk, Lindsey on her own. "Lindthey, who are you going to vote for?"
"I-I don't know."
"After all the mean things that Heather'th done to you? Open your eyeth Lindthey! She thould be going!"
"I would, but I can't. I, I love Heather!"
"Lindthey." Beth walked across the room and sat down on the same bunk with Lindsey, wrapping her arm around the blonde. "I realithe that you and her are very, very tight. However, she's been using you, using me thith entire time."
"Beth, you don't get it." Lindsey shook her head. "During today's challenge she told me that she would be treating the entire team a bit more cruel because she wants no one to find out about her and I."
"But her love ithn't real. It'th hollow."
"Says you!" Lindsey stood up, offended. "She had done so many kind things to me. Brushed me hair, comforted me, held me, and more. You can't understand that, as all you do is kiss you pillow and hope for your dream guy to show up!"
"Lindthey, Heather will hurt you! When it finally cometh down to her or you, the'll lose you."
"Beth, I want you to shut up. If you can't support Heather and I, we are no longer BFF's." Lindsey turned her back to Beth, crossed, her arms, and stuck her nose in the air.
"But Lindthey!"
"No Beth. Get out of here. I don't want you here any longer."
Just then the cabin door opened, and Heather walked in, still slightly shivering. "Girls?" She asked inquisitively.
"Nothing Heather. Beth was just, LEAVING, wasn't she?"
Beth sighed. "Fine. Goodbye Lindsey. I hope you'll reconsider." Beth walked out, slamming the door behind her.
Heather walked up behind Lindsey. "Lindsey, let me get three things straight to you."
"They would be?"
"One, I want there to be, in absolutely no way, shape or form, anyone else finding out about our relationship. There are some…not so respectful people that will hurt you if they find out." She laced the words 'hurt you' with malice to get her point across. "And I don't want that happening to your pretty body, do you?"
Lindsey shook her head to the negative. "Secondly, I know you and Beth are good friends, but our bond goes deeper then friendship. Can I ask you to forfeit your freindship with Beth and vote for her for our protection."
"We're not best friends anymore. Beth is gone." Lindsey stated, turning around. Heather smiled widely. Her uncle wouldn't find out now!
"Oh, and if you ever team up with LeShawna against me again, I'll cut off all your hair while you're sleeping!"
"Really?" Lindsey suddenly asked, terrified.
"I'll take measures necessary if I have to. This is a relationship, we are supposed to love each other, not backstab each other ever turn and corner in the road we get to."
"Okay Heather. I understand. I'm really sorry." Indeed the Blonde was much more understanding.
"Good. I accept your apology." Heather leaned in and kissed Lindsey, who gladly returned the favor.
-Confessional Cameras-
Heather sat down, filing her nails. "Today's vote was really hard, but only because there were so many annoying people to choose from."
Lindsey had slight trails of remorseful tears trickling down her face. "I can't believe we locked her in the fridge! That seemed so cool at first, but afterwards, I felt really, really bad. I hope she'll forgive me for this."
Heather clicked her tongue, and then continued. "LeShawna is a royal pain in the butt, and Owen completely screwed up everything for us, not to mention that Trent was no help at all."
Lindsey frowned. "Her eyebrows look so bad now. I'd kind of like to vote LeShawna off, but I'm going to have to vote for Beth."
Heather stated simply. "I vote for Beth because of her curse and she knows to much."
Owen burped in contentment. "Beth." He remarked.
Beth crossed her arms. "So now my best friend, Lindsey, is my ex-best friend, deciding to ditch me for her lesbian lover. How lame and ridiculous is that? I have no problem with her being a lesbian and all, but I don't want, in any way, her to end up in a wrong position. So let Lindsey have Heather, her lesbian lover and all, but I'm voting for Heather!"
As Beth walked down the dock on the TV screen, resigned to her fate, a hand reached down and clicked the remote. He had recorded the entire show, and now rewinded back to Beth's confessional.
"So let Lindsey have Heather, her lesbian lover and all, but I'm voting for Heather!"
The man sat up from the couch, picking up a dusty copy of the Koran. "It seems that my niece has not only left the faith, but has deliberately indulged in evil acts." The darkness of the room shadowed him from being easily visible from human eyes. "The Koran is explicit against same-sex relationships. As a loyal follower of Allah, it is my duty to show my neice where she erred before I eliminate the sinners." His hand picked a long, shiny, yet slightly curved knife off the table. "First up, I need to go to Camp Wanawakwa."
Chris leaned back in his chair, juggling a pair of balls. Chef walked in just then, holding a clipboard.
"Hey Chris, did you see Beth's strange confessional?"
"Yeah. Saw them all. Why?"
"According to her, Lindsey and Heather are lesbians of some kind." Chef raised an eyebrow. "You've got anything on that."
Chris kicked the chair back even farther, laughing. "Heather? Lindsey? Lesbians! Hahahaha! No way! Trust me Chef, if there were any lesbians on the island, I would have filmed them engaging in lesbian sex by now! It's not happened yet, And I have a feeling it's not going to happen period. I think Beth was trying to insult them. You know how close minded teenagers are."
"Oh." Chef was slightly deflated, as he wanted to see some Girl on Girl action.
If Chef had any idea that he should just walk into the Gopher's cabin, he would have been proved right, he might of died in shock. Heather raised the sheets as Lindsey crawled into the bed with her, both only wearing some skimpy panties and a brazier.
"Goodnight Heather."
"Goodnight Lindsey." Heather kissed her girlfriend on the ear, and in the same spoons position they had been in before, the duo drifted off toward sleep.

Just for your information: Allthough up to this point every episode starting from Episode 2 has been covered, I will not do the Episode 'Basic Straining'. I did not see the point when I first wrote this story, I still don't see a point now. Nothing of note happened to Lindsey or Heather.
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