This is the prologue of a strange new fic I'm thinking of writing. It will be alternate universe, so Total Drama never happened, and will be a multichap. In this, Heather and Courtney will actually be friends, but I will try and keep them as in character as possible. This chapter is a FLASH-FORWARD. So a lot of stuff will be explained later on, like how they got there, etc.

A. I do not own total drama.

B. I typed this on my Ipad, so please excuse any weird errors due to autocorrect.

Prologue

Heather's head was pounding as she looked up groggily. The brightly coloured walls seemed to be spinning, and she could smell puke that she really hoped wasn't hers. Besides her she could see Courtney stirring, make-up smeared disgustingly over her tanned face. It took both girls to acknowledge their surroundings; they were lying on a completely trashed hotel room floor, surrounded by reeking alcohol spills and a multitude of strange items; Heather could have sworn she saw a rubber chicken lying in the corner, while hanging from the headboard of one of the two ransacked double beds in the room was what appeared to be a rather damaged sequinned leotard...

"I can't believe it!" Courtney shrieked from beside Heather, before both girls winced at the loud noise; it drilled into their severely hung over brains. The Hispanic girl pushed a chunk of matted hair from her eyes, before surveying the rooms, panic welling up inside her.

"This wasn't supposed to happen!" her hand swept the thoroughly messed room, suddenly frantic. "How did I get drunk? I have a reputation to uphold! I was a C.I.T, and I-"

Heather cut her off with a weak groan, propping herself onto her elbows and blinking thickly at the light streaming in from the windows, which were probably the only things in the room that weren't broken. "Ugh- drunk in Vegas." she stressed, voice still slightly slurred with the last remnants of alcohol in her system. "What a clichè..."

Courtney, who had been slightly less intoxicated than her friend and was therefore a little more active pulled herself shakily to her feet, propping herself up against a now-broken bed frame. This was her worst nightmare; a girl who had always been top of the class, a C.I.T. and was training to be a lawyer has just found herself drunk, in a hotel room, in another country...

Before either of the girls could even properly contemplate what to do, the door to their room flew open, and a guy stumbled in, blue eyes wide with horror as he let out a stream of profanities. Both Heather and Courtney glared at him, Heather picking snippets of what she gathered to be confetti out her hair as she staggered to her feet.

"This is all your stupid fault, Duncan." she accused him viciously, tiny swirls of memory returning to her recovering brain; it had, after all, been the delinquent's idea to go for one round of drinks after another with two girls he barely knew, leading to whateverhappened the previous night... Heather couldn't remember much past her fourth or fifth shot of vodka, though she had a few weird disjointed memories still playing in her throbbing head...

As Courtney glanced up at Duncan, she couldn't help giggling a little, even though she knew she probably looked just as bad; the guy was shirtless, but wearing a pink feather boa loosely around his neck, his green hair messed up with what looked like ketchup congealed in it, his shorts ripped down the back... However, none of his wasted attire could compare to the complete look of panic on his face.

"Shut up, Okay? This is serious!"

Heather shrugged, rubbing her forehead in a pathetic attempt to dim her headache. "Ugh, so what? We trashed the stupid hotel room? My parents can just bail me out of this one..."

"No!" Duncan hollered, before all three winced at the additional strain it brought on their headaches. He pulled a torn piece of paper that was stained with something that seemed disgustingly like vomit from his shorts, thrusting it in Courtney's face.

"Ew!" She complained, wrinkling her freckled nose. "I don't want to touch something someone's puked on!"

Duncan groaned, eyes still wide with panic. "Just read it!"

She narrowed her bloodshot eyes, attempting to make sense of the smeared and stained words. However, when she saw the clause printed in bold at the top of the paper, the girl stopped dead in her tracks, eyes almost bugging out...

"I MARRIED you?"

Her scream echoed across the whole building. Heather, despite gritting her teeth at the loud noise, couldn't help laughing cruelly at her friend's dismay.

"Nice going, little miss perfect," she taunted, while Courtney began attempting to claw a terriffied Duncan's throat out. "You spend one day in America, and you manage to get totally wasted and married to someone you've only known for one night?" She couldn't help giving a haughty laugh. "Wow, you really messed up..."

Courtney glared at the girl who was supposed to be her friend, ceasing from strangling Duncan for a second. "Don't ever say that!" She cried loudly, folding her arms tightly across her chest. "How do YOU know you didn't get married, either?"

Heather snorted, flicking her hand to show she felt the very notion absurd. "Puh-lease. There is no way..."

However, a very irritated Duncan peeled another slip of paper out his pockets, and shot it in front of Heather's face. The Asian blanched, eyes growing wide with fear.

"No way... Wh-who did I marry?" She attempted to stay calm, knowing that if she let out all her frustration it would just worsen her hangover. However, as she stared at what was clearly another marriage certificate, she was also praying that this would just be some nightmare she could awake from...

With a groan, another figure stumbled into the wreckage of the hotel room, his green eyes displaying the same horror as everyone else's. Heather froze, dropping the damaged marriage certificate.

"Please, NO..." She choked.

"Hola, Mrs Burromuerto..." Alejandro responded weakly.

There was a moment of silence, then the room erupted in ear-splitting screams of horror.

To clear up confusion:

1. That prologue was a flash forward: in the chapters to come, it'll explain how Courtney and Heather met Duncan and Alejandro, why they were all in America and what they did while they were drunk that led to the, getting married.

2. This is an AU, so none of them have met before this vacation.

It seems pretty lame to me, I'll post another chapter or two to see if I want go continue or just drop the idea. I hope you enjoyed this random rubbish that came from my head.