One of my most popular stories! I decided to upload it on here. And I LURRRVE AlejandroxHeather! I hope they become canon!

It was after the challenge at the Alps. LeShawna had been voted out, Owen was eating (possibly the ones he threw up) sausages, and the cast was enjoying their limited free time on the plane.
Well, almost everyone. Heather was sitting in a corner, rubbing her bruised eye and feeling around the hole in her mouth where LeShawna smacked her tooth out. Man, the horrible pain, and it came from the knocked out tooth area too. But Heather's hurt could be focused on any less as she was remembering how Sierra had knocked off Alejandro. Why had she been able to-
She gasped. SHE HADN'T! Alejandro let her knock him off! Proving he was trying to show his "admiration" for her! Just like he did with Bridgette and LeShawna! So they could form an alliance and then he'd turn his back on her and throw her off the plane. "That bitch!" she muttered. "I've gotta do something to show him I'm stronger than he could ever be and punish him. He'll never manipulate me, because I'm the Devil here. Now, what's a suitable way to torture him? Although it would be harsh, since he is the perfect, incredibly hot-STAY FOCUSED!" she slapped herself, wincing because she hit her mouth.
"You ok Senorita?" asked the Spanish teenager as he sat down next to her. "You seem to be angry. It brings out your perfection."
His response was a raspberry. "Wow, and you appear to lack maturity," Alejandro said. "I could live with that."
Heather was getting pissed more than ever. "I know you are evil you know. I know what you did to Bridgette and LeShawna, and you're trying to do the same to me! Well, it'll never work," she answered, poking Alejandro in his chest.
Alejandro chuckled. "I have no idea what you are talking about. Bridgette fell on the pole, and LeShawna is sensitive. I did nothing to them, only showed them my heart."
"Well," growled Heather. "If you don't wanna tell me the truth-"
"Yo! Al!" yelled the sarcastic nerd on Alejandro's team. "Get over here and get some dinner before the big oaf here eats it all!"
Alejandro winced and stood up. "I am telling the truth, beauty. You are trying to deny your feelings for me" he said, taking Heather hands and gently rubbing it.
She pulled her hand away and wiped it on her shirt. "My true feelings are that I know you're the Devil, and I'll get it out of you, NO MATTER WHAT IT TAKES. Got it, you man-whore?"
"And a potty mouth." He headed over to his table and sat next to Noah. "And how many times do I have to tell you guys, please don't call me Al?"
"Ooh, I love guessing games!" cried the redhead on his other side. "Let's see, 2, 4, 6, 10-"
Heather took this in. He didn't like being called Al? Why didn't he like a simple abbreviation?
"Heaather!" Heather smacked her head on the seat while the biggest Total Drama and Cody fan jumped next to her. "I need to tell you more about what pictures I found of Cody without a shirt!" Sierra was creepy, but Heather had to deal with her.
"As much as I'd love to, I'd rather ask you a question." Heather thought she could get some dirt about Al if she asked someone who had traveled to the airport with him. "Um, I noticed Alej-"
Sierra now looked dissapointed. "Please don't remind me of Al. He is not hot and not cool. And he hates Lady GaGa just because of her song based off of his name. What a loser."
Heather's brain begin ticking. "Wait, repeat that?"
"He's a loser?"
"Before that."
"And he hates Lady GaGa-"
"Because of the song 'ALEJANDRO'!" Heather took this in, and smiled evilly. She had a way to get him to admit everything he had done. But first, she'd need her MP3 player, some handcuffs, and her anger.

"Beddy-bye time!" exclaimed Owen as he buckled himself to his bed. "So then we can have brekkie after one sleep!"
"I always have dreams about bombs!" replied Izzy out of nowhere.
"How about we actually GET to sleep," muttered Noah, pulling on his pajamas. "Instead of obsessing over food and bombs? We don't need nightmares, right Al?" He turned to the window.
Alejandro stood there, watching the stars as they passed by. He winced. "Noah, I also don't need nightmares with you calling me by-that name."
Noah shrugged. "Why does it bother you so much? O whatever, I'm too tired to care." He fell on the bed and slept.
"Al-oops, ALEJANDRO, aren't you coming to bed?" asked Owen, turning to him.
"Um, I'll be there in a bit. You guys doze off. Dont mind me." Alejandro shouldn't be too worried about Heather, not as strong as he was, threatening him, but he had to keep watch-out, just in case. Because-she wasn't just feisty.
"Gnight." Owen and Izzy dozed off, Owendrooling and naming every food he could think of in his sleep, and Izzy munched on her pillow, muttering "Gotta chew our way out, sir!"
Alejandro stared at them, but then went back to looking out. Wow, he was tired, after a day at the Alps. Maybe a little snooze couldn't hurt-
He felt something grab his shirt. He tried to yelp, but some tape was clamped over his mouth. Alejandro kept trying to scream as the person dragged him into the confessional. When they were inside, the door locked, the person handcuffed Alejandro to a cabinet and turned to his face.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"