A/N: So, first multi-chaptered story on the fandom :D Since my MalxScarlett oneshot went fairly well, I decided to write about another fanon couple of mine :3 I'll try to update frequently but nothing's guaranteed. Thanks for reading and please do give positive feedback or constructive critic :D That is all.

Also my title is lame, I'm lame, I couldn't do titles today, okay-

Conveniently Compatible.

Chapter One: Cafés, Cars and Cut Allowences.

Six months after the finale of Total Drama Pahkitew Island…

Everything seemed quiet and relatively peaceful at the household of the twin sisters, majorly known from their appearances as players in the latest season of the reality series of Total Drama: Pahkitew Island. Their simultaneous and somewhat early elimination had earned them both some popularity as well as recognition around their hometown in Toronto, and during the months apart from the show, Amy and Samey's previous tense relationship had lightened and become less hostile (from Amy's side) now that the younger twin had learned to stand up for herself and become a more self-confident girl.

It was now mid-summer with a clear sky, a beaming sun and green surroundings from where the vegetation bloomed majestically around the small and seemingly identical neighbourhood houses.

Samey was mildly jogging around inside their house, the sound of her high, leather boots clicking against the floor as she scavenged around, trying to find something. After having looked under their large, white couch in the living room three times now, she pulled her head up and blew the unsorted bangs away from her face in mild frustration by her fruitless search. Fortunately, it was just seconds after that her twin sister walked past her towards the kitchen, currently holding Samey's belonging in her possession. Or rather, around her neck.

"Figures that you took it without asking," Samey said and hastily retrieved the headphones around Amy's neck without a second thought. They were a light pink with tiny, but many plastic diamonds embedded around each earplug.

"Excuse you, I was actually listening to something," the sister replied, the hand holding her Iphone clutched it tighter as the girl put her hand on her hips, clearly displaying her annoyance.

"Yeah, well, I got a car waiting outside to be ready for and frankly; you have your own money so buy your own," Samey shrugged, disappearing into her room while Amy walked over to check the fridge, finding nothing better than a few containers of strawberry flavoured yoghurt.

"A car? Wait, are you packing?"

"Yeah," Samey replied, appearing again with a small, black suitcase pulled across the floor. She stopped before taking a container for herself as well. "And this is my yoghurt, thief."

"Oh my gosh; did mom and dad finally agree to adopt you away? And so what; I could care less."

Samey narrowed her teal eyes in response to that comment, her face losing its frown as the honk of a car was heard outside. Then her cherry-red lips stretched into a smile, confusing the other twin in the progress.

"No, but you know what they agreed for me to do? Take a few of my new friends and go on a vacation down south to the states. Away from you. For five weeks," she grinned, taking the handle of her suitcase and approaching the front door in long strides. "If that's not the sound of heaven, then I don't know what is."

Amy scoffed, nearly chocking on the spoonful of her cold treat and stared at her sister in disbelief. "What? Why didn't anybody bother to tell me about this?"

"Because sadly for you, you don't control anymore, Spare-Amy!" In no time, Samey had brought her suitcase to the waiting car, stuffed it in the back and joined the teenage girls who sat at the backseats with their cans of soda and sunglasses. "So you can kiss my precious butt, because I'm officially on summer vacation! Shouldn't be a problem; you got your own fatter copy of mine!"

"I hope you die in a car crash so I won't ever get mistaken for a failure like you!"

"Love you too! Bye bye!"

xxx

When the mother to the twins entered the kitchen, she didn't expect to see her oldest daughter crunching down a mouthful of cereal with the meanest look on her face that could break spirits. She sat on the dining table with the bowl tightly clutched, silently staring down the table in a manner that made the blonde mother think that she might actually be able to walk unnoticed in and snatch an apple. Apparently, that wasn't case. At all.

"Why didn't you tell me that you've let Samey go on a vacation just like that? You never give me that kind of treatment," Amy huffed, trying to blow her cheeks up in a manner that'd make her look adorably sorrowful to her parent. Sure, she was the older sister but she always got what she wanted this way so she didn't see how it could fail now. Unfortunately, the reaction she received what not the one she'd wanted at all.

"Honey, it was only fair to let Samantha have some fun with her friends," her mother answered with a sigh, her lips tugged upwards just a little. "You know how she always manages things on her own, let alone asks anything from your father and I. She deserved to go."

Amy gasped for dramatic effect, her blue eyes widened in disbelief. "And I don't?"

"Well, you've definitely asked for whole lot of things this year," the mother drummed her long fingernails on the table, chin titled upwards to gaze onto the ceiling. "There was this expensive hand-bag that you were certain you couldn't live without and the five new pair of shoes that you insisted were for you and your sister, the latter of whom I've never seen wearing any. Oh, and a new wardroom, make-up mirror, a brand new MacBook Air and then let's not forget how much petrol you spend on that car of yours-."

"Mom, please; you can't blame me for living," the blonde girl rolled her eyes, dropping the innocent act and rested her head irritatingly on the palm of her hand.

"I'm just trying to tell you just how much you demand from us compared to Sammy. Now, you can live however you please, just don't except Daddy or me to pay for any of your expenses from now on."

Amy gasped once more, now truly more horrified by the idea of not having to rely on her parents economical benefits anymore. "Mom, you can't just – you can't just do that all of a sudden! How am I going to pay for all of my stuff?"

The older woman smiled in response, placing a perfectly manicured finger on her chin as she pondered over this easily answerable question. "Sweetie, go and get job."

"Am I getting pranked?" Amy asked accusingly, crossing her arms as she did. "Because I don't think this is funny at all."

"A job isn't particularly a punishment, Amy. It helps teaching you about responsibility, something that you clearly lack. Sammy has a job, you know, and she likes it."

"Samey enjoys working because she was dropped on the head as a child," Amy muttered bitterly, gaze set on the table.

"Amy, your allowance is hereby cut and I don't want to hear a word of complaint from you. There are many places in town that offers job applications for young people like you; you should try and go there to find someplace that works for you," Amy's mom suggested kindly, raising herself from the table to take her leave when she stopped and turned her head just a little with a smile of amusement. "If you wanna survive, that is."

The blonde teen tried to slip another word through; anything to make her mother reconsider but it proved to be a futile attempt as she had already left the kitchen. Amy clenched her fists in frustration and tried to muffle any screams that threatened to escape her lips, knowing very well how her neighbours would whine about the noise as they always did.

This isn't fair. How can Mom think that I'd ever in a million lifetimes, willingly go and – and work for other people? Like some poor nobody who publically shows how they need to be stamped on by other people and probably have no social status whatsoever. It's people like those who're featured in acne-related commercials and such. Tch. If she thinks she can treat me like Samey, she's got another thing coming. To be honest, I think this is all just a big, fat joke to scare me into doing everything she says but it's not working.

xxx

Newsflash: she wasn't kidding.

The spoiled twin sister had decided to take a trip to the mall where she could do a little shopping and maybe – just maybe watch out for job applications while she was at it. Truth be told, now that she was aware of just how severe her own economical situation was due to her allowance cut, she was fairly conscious about whatever item she was itching to buy and that angered her to no point. After walking around for a little while, Amy caught sight of a new establishment that she hasn't been aware of as of late.

It appeared to be a rather new catering company that served as a café as well. It was painted in bright, lively colours, the furniture the girl was able to spot inside appeared to be rather fancy as well, and the menu that hung above the counter attracted the gaze of several people outside. It appeared that they sold more bakery goods so it didn't appear to be a fast-food joint, much to the relief of the twin. The sign outside read; Café Catherina in cursive letters and as Amy brought down her stylish sunglasses to take a closer inspection, she discovered that the café needed employees, judging from the smaller sign that hung on the window. After taking a quick look to see any familiar faces nearby, Amy rushed inside in her small heels.

The insides were even more impressive than the outside. On each table was a vase with a bouquet of elegant flowers, the curtains were beautifully fashionable as well were the decorations surrounding the windows and the carpet that Amy walked upon. It seemed more like a wise decision from her part than a forced sacrifice in order to survive enough for Samey to return. Then hopefully, Amy would be able to convince her how splitting the former's money was indeed crucial to her survival.

Amy immediately spotted a woman who appeared to be the employer and focused on appearing as confident and mature enough for this position as possible. Not that any effort was needed.

"Hello," she greeted with a sweet smile that definitely wasn't by choice. "I happened to see that you were looking for employees and I'd like to apply here for that position." And as icing on the cake, she titled her head to give an innocent side-glance to magnify her sweetness tenfold. "Please."

It worked like a charm. The woman was desperately in need of a staff for the café for their grand-opening tonight and had already accepted a few already as workers in the back. All Amy needed to do was fill in the application forms and answer a few quick questions before a uniform had been handed to her, much to the blonde's dread.

Although, this kind of uniform was definitely not what she had anticipated.

It was a light pink to match the custom look of the café but the female wear was a dress-blouse with a similar skirt that went to her thighs, the back of the skirt having two ribbons embedded into the sides where the tails were rather long. A cap followed with it, the name of said café written in elegant silver across the top.

Amy was positively surprised. "Did you design this? It's kinda adorable."

Her employer simply laughed at this, dismissing it with a wave of her hand. "Not at all. I had something way different in mind but my newest recruit completely changed my mind. She's-."

"Miss, I can't seem to decide what topping the cupcakes should have," a light voice suddenly said at the storage room. "Bubbly blue balls are so refreshingly pleasant, but cherry red hearts go in such a nice contrast to the cakes that I simply can't choose which!"

It was at that moment that Amy wanted to bolt straight out of that damned place because now everything suddenly made so much sense that it was downright infuriating.

"Ella."

A/N: x'D I don't quite now about the start but the ending was rather intended. Please tell me what I could do better and if not, see you next chapter!