Aleheather Oneshot
It was the season after Total Drama All-Stars. Heather perused the aisles of Macy's, looking for the perfect homecoming dress. She was in her senior year at Toronto High. She spotted a cute white, silky halter top with a black, flowy skirt. Perfect. She grabbed her size off of the rack. Now she needed shoes. She was walking down an aisle towards the shoes section when she tripped over a box someone had left out in the aisle. She landed on top of someone. He had shoulder length dark brown hair and tan skin.
"Sorry senorita." He muttered.
"Wait a second." Heather said. She scooted down, looking him full in the face. "IT'S YOU!" She screamed.
"Ahh... Heather." He said, looking her up and down. "You always wanted Alejandro, didn't you?"
"NO!" She yelled.
"Then why are you still sitting on top of me?" He asked. She blushed. She was sitting there with her legs wrapped around his waist, their chests touching. She sprang off of him.
"Sorry." She said, rolling her eyes and walking away.
He stopped her. "We were together, and very close at the end of season 5. Why not now?"
"Because, well... okay, there really is no reason. Do you want to go out again?" She asked faintly, straightening her halter top.
"I knew you'd say that eventually." Alejandro said, smirking. Alejandro might have projected that he didn't want her that much, but that wasn't true. He wanted her. And not just for her beauty, even though she did have a beautiful face, wavy, long black hair, and a supermodel body, but because she was clever, smart, and sarcastic, just like him. Without her seeing it coming she kissed her, full on the lips. She didn't even see it coming. They were leaned up against a shelf for 10 minutes, just kissing. When they finished the make-out session, both Heather and Alejandro stood there, smiling.
"Well... bye." Heather said, walking away
"Call me!" Alejandro yelled after her.
"Sure, sure." Heather muttered, smiling and walking back to the woman's shoes.