Total Drama Surprise!

A/N: I'm sooooooo sorry if this sucks. Also, I'm not sure if this should be a crossover because the character isn't exactly the same, but based off of a characte from a book. Anyways, it isn't currently relevant because you don't know who the character is at first so... Anyways, I hope that you enjoy this and I hope you review with constructive critiscism! AleHeather FTW! :D
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1 year after the finale.

Heather

I groaned the second I got the call. Of course, stupid Chris McLean wanted me to do yet another life-threatening season of the world's least intern-friendly reality show. And of course, it was in the contract from the first goddamned season. I was so freaking tired after the first three seasons, and my hair was finally at my shoulders, even though it was kind of choppy. I didn't want to do this again.

I still wore the same old clothes, but now I was little more toned, I wasn't scrawny and breakable anymore. I wondered what everyone else was like now. Did Duncan still have that ridiculous green Mohawk? I hoped not. It looked nasty. Did Bridgette still smell like ocean spray and hibiscus? I hoped so. It was her one redeeming quality. Was Cody still a weakling? There was no hoping there, he probably still was. Was Alejandro still…? What did I mean to ask? Was he still burnt? Was he still hot? Did he still love me? I shook my head no. No. I couldn't think about that. Not when there was more than money on the line. Not when my heart was still so fragile. I couldn't even read Sierra's stupid blog on his recovery because it hurt too badly.

…...

Chris brought us to the cheap-ass motel where we'd be staying. 'We' meaning the contestants. Chris was staying at a five-star hotel a little ways away. I haven't seen the others yet, he's saving that for later. 'Later' meaning the second he can get a camera on us. I fell back on my bed. The rooms here weren't marked, per request by Chris, I was sure. I remember him greeting me.

"Heather-Feather! You look so… It's so great to… Welcome back!" I was about to punch him when I remembered that if I did, he'd make my life hell for this next season. Heather-Feather? Oh hell no. And that little bit after that…he's so infuriating. Then Chef blindfolded me and dragged me to my room. I could hear muffled complaints from across the hall from…Courtney? Of course. She was likely fuming about that kiss on the stupid volcano. Of course she'd be close to me. Oh God. Alejandro was probably next to me, too. Oh shit-

A knock on the door breaks me out of my thoughts. It's followed by; "Hea-ther!" In Chris's sing-song voice. I hear Chef grunt. "It's time to meet the other contestants. We have a special surprise for all of our contestants." He snickered. I swallowed. I knew what was coming. Me and Alejandro.

…...

Everyone was there. I searched out Alejandro, who was –thankfully– looking normal, but he was avoiding my gaze. I saw Duncan, Bridgette, Geoff, LeShawna, Cody, Sierra (with more hair), Lindsay, etc. I even saw Trent. I smiled at some, scowled at others, paid no attention to a few, and I threw a couple choice glowers at Courtney and Gwen. They were bitches. They better not be on my team this year…

"Here's your surprise! We aren't doing teams this year!" Chris announced. My heart sped up. Yay, yay, YAY! No more putting up with 'team' challenges and being dragged down by stupid people like Owen or Harold or Cody. I was just about to break into my happy dance when Chris caught my eye and winked. "We'll be doing this year in COUPLES!"

I froze; my blood dropped to absolute zero and froze in my veins. I could feel my smile dripping off my face as Chris motioned the cameras to be on me. Because of course this was for me. Or, to be specific me and Alejandro. Oh sure, there were others to fuck with people. I heard him reading off the names. One boy, one girl for each. Gwen and Trent, Duncan and Courtney, Sierra and Cody, Owen and Izzy. All looked royally pissed. Bridgette and Geoff practically dry-humped each other when they found out they were partners. A few shot sympathetic glances at me.

"Heather and Alejandro." Snicker. "That's all for today. Your rooms are now marked, so you know where to find your partners." A look at me and Alejandro. Chris reads off the rooms. I'm 9. Alejandro's 11. He reads off all the numbers but 13, and this confuses me, but I don't ask about it.

"And remember; this is 'Total Drama Surprise!' so there will be several surprises, each worse than the last. Why don't you think about that while you get acquainted to your partners?" Snicker. "Bridgette and Geoff; your tongues are already acquainted, so why don't you try talking?" Then he walks away.

Alejandro goes straight to his room. I go straight to mine. An unspoken rule is clear: Don't interact unless it's absolutely necessary.

Midnight-ish

Alejandro

Heather blushes and mumbles an excuse. I say something about taking over the world together. She says she may feel something. She looks up at me with big gray eyes and I kiss her passionately. This moment is perfect. Then, I notice in the background that there is a volcano. Suddenly, Heather's open eyes squint, her mouth a devious grin as a knee crushes into my pelvis. I yell, she pushes me onto an ice cube and I know I am about to slide slide slide down the volcano. This is when I realize that something is different. There is another girl here, one I do not recognize. All I can hear is the horrible, deafening sound of her sucking loudly on a lollipop. That's all I notice before I slide down down down the molten mountain and into an emergency room where I am repaired after 9 long months. I still here that indecent sucking when…

I wake up in the shitty motel room, when I notice a dark figure standing across the room, one who looks suspiciously like a girl I vaguely remember. Heather? Maybe. She stalks toward me with a grace Heather does not possess, and stands before me. I cannot see her features, only noting things that are anatomically typical to a girl my age. He figure is hourglass, and her breasts are too large to be Heather's, but too small to be Lindsay's. I cannot see the color of her eyes, only that they are masked by sunglasses. I notice she is sucking on a lollipop. I start to ask her who she is, but she cuts me off with a finger to my lips. "Shhh." She removes her lollipop and leans forward on her tippy-toes to kiss me on the lips.

She smells like…like…some weird mix of apples and attractive pheromones that is strangely intoxicating. She tastes like cherries. From the lollipop, my brain notes absentmindedly. My lips part in surprise. And in invitation, I realize in shock. Her lips curve into a grin that, for all intents and purposes, seems a bit malicious. She pulls back, and lowers her sunglasses, her eyes flashing a deadly green. She shakes her head and disappears silently from my room, like a panther.

I'm left wondering if she even existed, or if she was just a dream.