This is based off of Lily Allen's song 'Sunday Morning'.

I was listening to music while I was typing my starring you story, One Strange Summer, when Sunday Morning came on, and I got an idea for a story! It's kind of cheesy, but oh well!

Oh well, here it is anyway!

PS: Joel is an Oc I made up just for this story!

PS2: I'm pretending Heather's parents are divorced in this story, and were divorced pre-Total Drama Island (which they are not in the show).

It was Sunday when it happened.

I was lying in the soft white sheets of Joel's bed. I raised my head from his muscular chest for a moment to look at his face. Half-lidded eyes. Dreamy smile. Dimples. I smiled at him, probably for the first time since we'd started dating last year.
The he said it. It was just three simple words, why did it affect me so much?

"I love you, Heather."

I stopped smiling. I opened my eyes wide. I sat up. I looked at him for a long time, then I scooped my panties up off the floor.

"Heather," He was watching me with confusion and hurt in his beautiful amber eyes. "What's wrong?"

I slipped into my panties and stepped into my jeans. I grabbed my jacket, zipped it up, and walked out the door with my shoes in hand. Before I left, I looked back and said, trying to put as much emotion in my voice as possible. "I'm sorry."

I walked straight home after that, wondering why I had just run away. If he loved me, that was a good thing!

Right?

Why was it such a big deal. people had told me they loved me before.

Right?

I racked my brains for one time when someone had told me they loved me. My parents told me they loved me... until they split up... until I grew up. My sisters had told me they loved me... before I turned into such a brat. I don't know if they'd say they loved me now that I'd changed, I can't see them, they live with dad.

I felt a small tear falling down my face, and I wiped it away.

I don't think anyone has said they loved me since I was 13, and now I'm 21.

I don't think I've told anyone I loved them since I was 12. Since mom and dad divorced.

I don't know what I did wrong, he thought.

Joel was sitting in bed still, eyes frozen on the half-open apartment door. He blinked, and shoved the sheets off his still naked body.

He dressed, and looked in the mirror, wondering if he just wasn't good enough for Heather Chen. He looked the same as always, tan skin, amber eyes, slight black stubble, and hair just long enough to get in his eyes.

He looked back towards the bed. Did I do something wrong last night, he pondered.

He slipped his shoes on and looked out the window. Heather was gone.

He pulled on his shirt and walked out the door, not even bothering to lock it.

He loved her, and he wasn't going to give her up.

The doorbell rang exactly fifteen minutes after I got home. I wiped my eyes, checked my makeup, and opened the door.

There was Joel.

"Hi," He said.

"Hi," We stood there for a moment, then I stepped aside to let him in.

He hugged me.

"I love you, Heather Chen."

To my surprise, I hugged him back, breathing in his scent (Spearmint and some expensive shower gel).

He loved me, and he wasn't going to leave me like my family did.

"I love you, too."