So I missed out on this challenge last month. Which sucks, but I don't like Coderra anyway so I'd've had a hard time with that.

ANYWAY, this month's pairing is Gwen/Heather, and I'm so excited because I LOVE GWEATHER. I can't say I'm too thrilled with what I've written, but it's Gweather so I'm satisfied.

FEMSLASH WARNING. Don't like, don't read.

TDA and TDWT do not exist here.

Yeah :D

The Love of Your Life

I sigh and sit back in my chair, twirling a pencil in my fingers. I stare at the papers on my desk.

Stupid fucking papers.

I pick up the assignment and read it for what must be the hundredth time. I wish the words would change, but no. It still says the same thing.

Write about the love of your life.

Should be simple.

Your piece should focus on three words that describe the love of your life.

Shouldn't be challenging at all.

Hell, I don't even have to take this seriously. We can write about...food. Or whatever.

But for some reason, I'm having a hard time not taking this seriously.

My mind flies back to all the guys I've ever kissed, dated, or fucked. I feel like maybe one of them could be considered "the love of my life."

This is so hard. I don't believe in love, do I?

No. Of course not. I'm Heather. If I'm not cold and detached, I instantly lose the ability to manipulate. If I'm cold and detached, I can't love.

Should be simple. But it's not.

I go back to thinking about the guys in my life. Hopefully I'll find an answer.

Damien. Manwhore. I hope he'll go jump in a lake someday.

Edward. He came out a few weeks after I dumped him. I was never into him anyway.

Adam.

Jared.

Dean.

James.

Alex. Probably the only guy I don't regret dating.

There's also so many guys whose names I don't even remember. Faces I've long forgotten.

Total Drama Island should have had plenty of guys worth kissing, or pretending to like. There were only two I ever bothered with.

Duncan. One night stand. He's not good for much else.

Trent. Kissed for the sole purpose of screwing with Gwen's head.

I decide that I'll write about Alex. Maybe I almost loved him, and maybe I didn't, but he fits best.

I pull out a blank sheet of paper, totally prepared to write. But nothing comes. My mind is totally blank.

I think, and nothing comes.

I'm distracted. Someone else I met on the island keeps coming to mind.

I force my mind to focus on Alex.

Nothing.

I can't stop thinking about her. Dammit.

Fuck.

Think about Alex. Come on, you can do this!

But I can't. All I can think about now is her.

And then, suddenly, I've got my three words.

Weird Goth Girl.