The Empty Bus Seat Part 1

"She looks so lonely over there." Gwen, Bridgette, and Lindsay started incredulously as LeShawna gazed over at Heather who was sitting all by her lonesome. She didn't look too bothered by it, but the loudmouth knew better due to previous experiences with her during Total Drama Action. Everyone was willingly sitting with someone. LeShawna was with Bridgette, Gwen surprisingly sat with Lindsay. Even Alejandro was sitting with someone. The only other person who was sitting by herself was Courtney, who did that freely.

They were all on a bus to a hotel in San Diego for another season when the fans begged for the first generation cast to return for more, for longer. And Chris wasn't the type to refuse such a request. Now, they were being forced onto another show that was practically set on humiliating them. Only, it wasn't like the other seasons. It was called, Total Drama Reality: Totally Real. It was like most of the other reality shows LeShawna had seen. The ones about real life, lifestyles, and the like.

"LeShawna, you can't be serious. I know you're still kind of buddies with her but, no." LeShawna didn't pay much attention to Gwen's words. She was too busy being a little concerned when Heather looked back at the twenty-three other contestants. Her eyes locked with the loudmouth's before turning back around and sighing.

"I have a conscience." That was the only answer she had to that. Even though she and the Asian had a strained friendship now, she was still obligated to care. A hint of something flashed through her eyes.

"Oh, no. LeShawna, I see that weird glint in your eyes. I don't like that." LeShawna ignored the goth's protests.

Lindsay chimed in with Gwen. "You sit with Hannah, it's like social suicide!" Gwen stopped in mid-rant to scold the dim blonde.

"I let you sit here so you wouldn't have to sit with Heather. Don't think that makes you automatically privileged enough to join in on our conversations." Lindsay didn't seem the least bit put off by the goth. She just smiled and turned back around to whatever it was she was doing. There was something wriggling in the back of LeShawna's head that said that Gwen let the blonde sit next to her not just for sympathetic purposes.

She quickly dismissed the idea, by dismissed she really meant put away for later thinking, when she felt someone looking—no, staring—at her. She turned to their general direction. She ended up locking eyes with Heather. LeShawna raised an eyebrow as she whipped her head back to the front. Heather was staring at her? Whoa, wait. Was that a blush creeping up her cheeks?

The ghetto girl stood up. She had to go sit with her now.

Crap, she was blushing, really, really badly. And she was sure LeShawna had seen it. She was also sure the voluptuous teen—woman, Heather always had to remind herself of that—had seen her staring. Now she was going to think she was a weird-ass freak and never going to talk to her again.

Heather still had it so, so bad for LeShawna. Total Drama Action didn't help with that either. In actuality, her crush escalated during the season. It was especially apparent in a few…questionably intimate moments. One was when LeShawna had switched bunk beds and ended up under her.

Flashback:

Heather stared up at the dome of the trailer. She couldn't sleep. It proved hard to sleep without a bed partner. She shifted, shuffled, tossed, turned, and groaned in that exact order. Wash, rinse, and repeat.

She felt a tap on her arm. She inwardly growled. Who dared disturbed her while she was trying to sleep? The queen bee rolled over to face this person. Her scowl eased into slightly widened eyes and her mouth gaping. LeShawna.

"I heard you from the other side of the room. Sounds like you can't sleep."

Heather regained her HBIC attitude and grimaced. "So you just decided to interrupt my almost beauty sleep? Bravo, LeShawna, bravo." Instead of retorting like the loudmouth normally would, she smirked, which caught Heather very off-guard. She blushed ferociously when LeShawna leaned in incredibly close to her face. Not enough to be kissing her, mind you, but closer than normal.

"You looked a little, uh, lonely over here. So, I'm just gonna slip into this bed under you and that'll be that. Ok?" She didn't wait for an answer. Heather was too mesmerized by how strangely seductive she sounded. LeShawna patted her arm and got into the bed underneath her.

"U-uh…u-um…I-I-I…W-why…LeShawna?"

"Stuttering like a fool ain't gonna help you get to sleep." Heather could hear the smirk in her voice. And oddly, she didn't want to react with a biting comments like usual.

All Heather could do in response was blush like an idiot and wonder what the hell just happened.

End Flashback

She was shoved out of her thoughts by a familiar tap on her shoulder. Heather gazed out of the corner of her eye and saw a full figure. She swiped her curtain of hair behind her shoulder. The former queen bee turned her head slightly towards LeShawna to at least acknowledge her presence without seeming desperate. "What do you want, Queen Latifah?" She wasn't going to full-on look at the woman, because if she did that, she wouldn't be able to keep from pressing up against her and kissing the hell out of the ghetto girl. From the neutral look on her face, it seemed that she was doing a perfect job of keeping cool.

LeShawna was talking, but Heather wasn't even trying to listen. She must have picked up on this, because she paused for a couple of seconds and looked at the Asian with a scrutinizing glare before continuing. Oh, sure, she could listen to what was being said, but LeShawna would probably just bring it up again. Though she did catch a few choice words.

"You looked a little, uh, lonely over here." She was eyed suspiciously, but the loudmouth didn't seem to notice. She didn't even wait for Heather's consent before moving the purse in the empty seat to the floor and flopping down in the chair.

LeShawna flashed her a tiny smile, crossed her legs, and looked straight forward.

Heather sighed and glanced at her seat partner out of the corner of her eye. She was wearing less weave than when Heather saw last time. It was to her shoulder with a gentle wave to it. It fit her really nicely. She was tempted to twirl a clump of it around her finger. Maybe it was the sun leaking from the window, but her face had a glow to it that wasn't there before. LeShawna obviously ditched the tacky t-shirts before the season was announced. It was definitely a welcome change.

Apparently, LeShawna noticed all the indirect staring, because she turned her head to look fully at her. Oddly, she didn't say anything and only had a hint of a knowing smirk playing at her lips. It was almost as if LeShawna knew Heather would look at her with a sprinkle of lust.

Heather absent-mindedly fiddled with her black pleated skirt.

"A pleated skirt? I never thought you would wear pleats."

"Yeah, this, paired up with my blouse, makes me look like a Catholic school girl. At least I look like a hot one."

"Mm." Heather couldn't tell if that was just a form of a generic response or if the ghetto girl was agreeing with her. She caught LeShawna eyeing her. She swore she could have seen a flash of desire in those almond eyes. Oh yeah. Definitely agreeing.

Heather looked behind her yet again and saw Lindsay staring at the two of them before Gwen turned the blonde's attention towards herself.

"Why?" There was no need to clarify what was meant. LeShawna knew.

"I felt like moving." Heather's eyes narrowed. Not a good enough answer. She had made a mental note that the loudmouth was acting very oddly ever since the start of TDROTI. Though, now that she actually thought about it in depth, Heather herself might have been partially at fault for that.

Flashback:

For the first time in a while, Heather genuinely smiled. And beauty of it was that there wasn't any malice behind it at all. They were finally free from Chris's clutches. She was standing on the dock where the yacht came in. It was about early evening, around six. She always had a secret fondness for sunsets. It had stemmed from her childhood, but Heather wasn't about to tell anyone a single thing about. Faint laughter could be heard in the background. Heather turned around to see LeShawna chatting on the phone.

"You're still picking me up, Jas?" She looked in Heather's direction and paused. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. Her eyes never left the queen bee's. "Yeah, see ya." She hung up and inched her way over to her.

"Hey." A small smile slipped onto the former queen bee's lips. She moved in closer, leaving space between the two of them that was more than friendly.

"Hi." LeShawna was suddenly more interested in her shoes. Wait, was she being shy? LeShawna...shy? "Look, what happened in Germany-"

Heather put up a hand to stop her from talking any further. Surprisingly, it worked. "Just stop. It's not nesscessary."

"I just-"

"LeShawna-"

"But-"

"Ugh, you talk a lot. Try working on that. You got a piece of paper?" She didn't wait for an answer and took out a napkin. It was almost as if she planned this encounter. Heather seemed to have taken out a pen out of thin air and started scribbling something down. Before LeShawna could question it, Heather came up and hugged the voluptuous woman.

LeShawna swore she felt a delicate hand dip down into her back pocket, but it was quickly taken out and placed itself on the small of her back. She had only seen that trick when someone discreetly put something in there that was meant only for the two people.

Heather buried her face in the crook of her neck. The heat from her slightly opened mouth leaked onto LeShawna's shoulder. The loudmouth made a mental note about how well their bodies fit together. She placed her hand on the middle of her back. She rested her other hand on the Asian's head, pulling her closer if that was even possible.

"God, I'll miss you," she heard Heather mumble. "Fighting with you, that is." They pulled away and stared at each other. They were also sort of holding onto each other intimately. LeShawna's hands were now resting on Heather's shoulders. Heather's hands had slid down to the ghetto girl's hips.

LeShawna cupped the former queen bee's cheek. Her eyes went from Heather's charcoal gray eyes to her lips and back to her eyes. She smiled slyly. Heather couldn't even register what was happening before the voluptous woman leaned in and meshed her lips with Heather's.

End of Flashback

"We need to talk."

"What about?" Heather pinched the bridge of her nose. Now she remembered why she also slightly hated LeShawna. She mainly hated how nonchalant she could be about almost anything, even if she had no idea what she was being nonchalant about like right now. Then again, it was also one of the reasons she adored her. Her confidence was nice, too. Very nice.

"You kissed me!" It was practically yelled out. Thankfully, no one paid them any attention. Heather wasn't normally so blunt, but there was no other way to say it.

LeShawna's faced scrunched up in confusion. "I did?" A few seconds later. "I did!" She chuckled to herself. "Girl, if you weren't here to remind me, that memory would've flown completely out of my head."

The former queen bee stared at her, a tad bit wide-eyed. "Why did you kiss me?" The question was said out of slight frustration.

"I...don't know..." Heather's ears perked up at LeShawna's uncertainty. Could she...

The Asian didn't reply and instead became interested in what was going on out the window. She could feel a blush blossoming on her cheeks yet again.

This is a remake of Love is a Dangerous Thing. I am planning on deleting LDT a week after this is posted. Think of this story as the better version of Love is a Dangerous Thing, as it will be updated much more often, and make many more references to 'Why Her?', just not in this chapter. This chapter just relied on flashbacks that came to me out of nowhere a few months ago. In other words, sorry for 4-month hiatus, and this is what you get in return.