I'm Still Into You

Summary: After all of this time, they still stuck together. Whether it was because of the popularity or simply because the other was a source of entertainment-they'd never know. Because after all of this time, they were still into each other.

Rating: T

Pairings: AlHeather, Gwuncan, Mike/Zoey, and Sam/Dakota

AN: Just an aftermath of all my favorite couples thoughts after the first episode of Total Drama All-Stars. I adored the first episode already, mostly how Alejandro made his entrance and Heather muttered, 'Stupid handsome jerk' under her breath. A fan girl can get so much out of this show.

~Nat

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Heather was quick to retire to her room, or her designated quarters at least for the night. Although her plans were definitely to stay here more often, she could get used to this. Even if most of her luxury dinner that she had received had gone uneaten.

Not because Alejandro was back - definitely not that. Her mind didn't revolve around that, pfft. She wasn't drawn back to those stunning green eyes or that sweet tan skin, or the fact his scruff had over-grown and made him look like the most attractive homeless man she'd ever laid eyes on.

'NO! Bad Heather. Ugh, what are you thinking?' She chided to herself and threw back the sheets of her bed, flopping down into it angrily. Her face was disgruntled and donning a deep scowl.

Although she wouldn't admit it, Heather was feeling the most impeccable feeling in the pit of her stomach since laying her eyes on him again. The fact that he had been that robot-that had been practically hanging on her hip ever since she arrived, gave her hope that maybe-maybe he had the same amount of feel-

"Okay, I really need to stop doing this." She sat up and propped her pillow up, fluffing it violently before leaning it back with the same amount of booming, huffing momentum. "Why do we have to have private rooms? At least if I had Goody-two shoes or Mr. Man in here with me, I wouldn't be thinking like a fool." She observed.

Sighing, she tucked her knees up to her chest. Heather hated having to be back here, with him now. She wanted the money, that's it. She didn't want anymore friends, she didn't want to be seen as the nice girl; frankly, she loved her mean girl status. It kept people away-and she didn't get hurt.

Heather tucked her hair back and set to dressing herself in the makeshift pajamas she'd brought. Due to experience, she knew to bring winter clothes, a swimsuit, skimpy clothes in case there was intense heat, extra pairs of EVERYTHING, and plenty of shoes and hair bands.

She'd even been able to sneak her phone in the cup of her bra, stupid Chef had been fumbling as he searched her suitcase and he'd missed it. 'Sucker.' She'd thought with a smirk.

As she pulled the tank top over her head, she'd heard a faint rap of knuckles and immediately groaned. "Ugh, who are you?" She pulled it down her torso and stomped over to the door, flinging it open. "What do you," She paused, glancing around and seeing no one was there. "Want?"

Then her expression screwed up in annoyance. "REALLY DUNCAN?! THAT'S REALLY MATURE OF YOU! DON'T YOU HAVE GWEN'S FACE TO SUCK OR SOMETHING?" She screamed down the hallway, before slamming her door and leaning against it, crossing her arms in yet another huff.

"God, these people can never grow up. What are they? Five." She muttered to herself and propelled herself off the door, neglecting to lock the door and heading back to her bed, flipping off the light switch and flipping on the TV.

As her eyes scanned the screen, she said: "Might as well catch up on some of the drama." Snickering at her own pun and leaning back, releasing a sigh and finally feeling as if she had the time to relax.

Within fifteen minutes, Heather's eyelids began to close and she felt suddenly tired. She was surprised she hadn't obliged to the exhaustion earlier, her body having not been used to this since two years ago.

Her eyes finally shut and her breathing evened out, but she was a light sleeper and was able to hear that husky laugh that had haunted her dreams since the last time she'd heard it.

"Mi amor, you look angelic. It's so uncharacteristic, it's nearly precious." Came the taunting tone that made her sit right up in bed with an angry gasp, clutching the sheet to her chest.

There in all of his glory, was Alejandro. His face was now cleanly shaven [minus the goatee he always sported] and his hair was cut to its normal length, his normal attire he'd worn the majority of Total Drama World Tour clinging to his form. He still looked absolutely handsome.

"What are you doing here?" Heather scoffed with the greatest amount of malice she could muster. Maybe it could cover the insane feeling of happiness blooming in the pit of her stomach.

Then came that chuckle again, that deceiving, condescending chuckle as if he was still one step ahead of her; even if he had still been latched into a metal corpse a few mere hours ago.

Alejandro dusted off the comforter and took a seat, causing Heather to slide to the other side, as far away as she could without falling off, clutching the sheet in a vice tight grip.

He raised a coy eyebrow, smirk threatening to twitch over his lips. "What is wrong mi amor? You seem so tense." The last word rolled off her tongue and made her shiver, not in a bad way.

God what he did to her.

Her eyes narrowed. "Maybe because I have my WORST enemy in my room when he's supposed to be on the boy's side. Or he could go in the garbage can too. That would actually be better." She spat out indignantly through ground teeth.

Alejandro smiled slyly. "Your words may say one thing, but your eyes are quite the opposite." She snapped her eyes shut automatically, groaning in frustration.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?!" She growled at him, reopening her eyes to glare at him, gray eyes like shooting daggers.

"Hm, that is a good question." He leaned back against the headboard of her bed and crossed his arms, a thoughtful expression on his face. "When one is trapped inside a robot body for nearly a year or two, immobile and only able to move around and beep sporadically, one has a lot of time to ponder things. Such as-what I ever saw in you." His tone more rueful in the end.

Heather scowled, but he continued. "And it seems there are a lot of things. If it is not your beauty or your intelligence, but your acts of defiance and your difference. You may have rejected me, and threw me off into a magma filled chamber death, but yet-" He turned his head towards her, meeting her eyes dead on.

"I still have the same feelings for you that I expressed that day."

Heather gulped and had to feign a scoff, for old time sake. "-T-That's ridiculous."

Alejandro shook his head. "No, no, it is quite true. And I've also come to terms with the fact I am clearly crazy, to feel for her a girl who put my life in danger, yet-lied to herself about her feelings. Blatantly I might add." Causing a smirk to slowly envelope his face and Heather's to sour even further.

Maybe it was because his prediction was on the money as it always was, or the fact she wasn't able to get into his head - or maybe, she already was in his head.

"So you can see my predicament, mi amor." He drew next to her, their shoulders blades brushing and causing Heather to turn her head away. "I am in love with a girl who very well hates me, yet feels the same. And refuses to let herself exploit that weakness and play it out." Heather refused to look at him, frankly, her shoulders were shaking right now and she didn't want to appear weak in front of it.

His breath ghosted over her shoulder and he pressed his chin to her shoulder, tucking a few grasps of hair back and whispering in her ear, "Your strength has only ever drew me in, mi amor."

Heather glared at him the best she could. "Call me mi amor one more time and I swear I'll pummel your handsome face to a handsome pulp!"

His mouth made a little 'o'. "So you think of me as handsome?" a cocky sheen ever so present in his eyes as he said it, only making her face burn with anger.

She batted at him and crossed her arms, huffing. "As if."

"Do your words lie, mi amor?" And this time, he emphasized indignantly.

"UGH!" Heather groaned and swung her head to the side to glare at him. "Can't you just leave me alone? I'm not interested, I never was relatively interested, DIDN'T YOU GET THE MEMO WHEN I SHOVED YOU INTO THE VOLCANO?!" She demanded, watching as the light dimmed from his eyes and his face grew blank.

He almost looked-sad?

Alejandro didn't answer, he turned his head to the side and swung his legs over the bed, resting his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees.

Heather's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion and she raised a hand to tap his shoulder, but refrained from doing so. What was up his butt now?

"Alejandro?" She said his name questioningly, almost-gently.

"Heather." He said in a low voice, clasping his hands together and rubbing at his face. "Are you aware of the burn scars I now don from your little game on the volcano? My body was once a temple, and now it is reduced to the allure of a piece of burnt toast."

Immediately she began to scrutinize. "Are you kidding me? So what, you have a few scars. They healed, stupid."

Alejandro whirled around, fire in his eyes, throwing his arms up. "Are you aware of the physical pain that is still being exerted on my body when I move? My muscle tissue was stretched to its limits!" He closed his eyes. "I am merely lucky the Burromuerto family is a family of quick healers, enabling me to recuperate quite quickly." He reopened his eyes. "But the wounds that were given to me that day, do not compare to the pain I still feel."

Heather waved her hands demeaningly. "Please Alejandro, tell me what hurts so very much." Her tone oozing with sarcasm.

His jaw tensed visibly and he exhaled through his nose. "The pain I still feel from your immense rejection, in my heart." Immediately, he could tell Heather was disbelievingly, but he was more than quick to continue. "Now Heather, I believe I haven't stressed enough the rarity of my brand of love for you. It is a muy difficulty to even-express such things of such clarity to someone like you."

He began pacing. "You are bitter, vindictive, demeaning, and quite the competitor." He added with a wry smile. "But yet, I continue to love you as much as the first day of Total Drama World Tour, now."

Alejandro paused, thinking. "My thinking may be deemed erratic, given the persistence I have effortlessly showed in courting you, even when your response is less than-satisfying. But, one cannot control love, yes? That is very evident." He scratched his recently shaved cheek, humming. "And even here, as you continue to reject me and continually remind me of my slip, I still love you."

Finally, he stopped so she could get a word in edge wise. She was as blown away by his declaration as he had that he had had the audacity to say it after everything. "Are - you - kidding - me?"

Alejandro shook his head. "I am afraid not, mi amor."

She threw the sheets back and stomped over to him so she stood in front of him, jabbing a perfectly filed nail into his chest. "You played girl after girl after girl! You made practically every female on this show, fall for you! And you expect me to believe this little-charade?! You're determined to get back at me, aren't you? This is your sick form of revenge! Ugh! You Spaniards are so frustrating and forgetful and-and-and-"

He raised an amused eyebrow. "And what mi amor, and what?"

Realization dawned on her and she looked at the floor, jaw slack. "And I think I'm in love with you too." Alejandro looked at her with a puzzled expression, yet she continued. "That would explain all of these ridiculous thoughts about you. And I mean all of the time. It's like-I knew you really well or something. And all the stupid worry I felt considering I haven't seen you since what? Two years ago? Ugh." She threw her arms up, before crossing them again. "And don't even let me mention 'the dreams'." She air-quoted, blowing a strand of her hair out of her face. "It has to be the only possible rational answer to it. That or I really hate you." She looked at him, shrugging absently. "It's probably that-MMPH!"

Heather gasped against Alejandro's lips, which were firmly placed against hers; now in a passionate kiss that made her curl her toes. This time, she was more than happy to oblige and fisted her fingers in his shoulder length brown hair, willing their bodies to be closer.

Alejandro quickly read her mind and pressed his hands into the small of her back, wedging their bodies together and he nudged them over to the bed. He leaned her over so her body was beneath his and let his hands roam bluntly - though not too bluntly. The last thing he wished to do was scare her away.

It seemed she didn't mind because she was quick to reciprocate the groping, circling his shoulders with her arms and pressing her thighs to his sides, crossing her ankles. She felt his hand wander up her thigh and just grasp, pinning her there with his weight.

Her hands roamed to push the red jacket off his shoulders, revealing his white wife beater; her smooth, flawless digits ghosting over the rings of scar tissue on his back, feeling his new imperfections - because of her.

In a way-it was enthralling, to know that this once perfect man was now flawed because of her.

She could feel his back tense beneath her fingers, as if he was ashamed of the new scars he donned, but she felt them and explored them like they were an asset. It made him pause in his intense kissing, pull away to merely lean his forehead against hers and stare into her gray eyes, watching tentatively.

Heather only smiled and said. "I like them." And soon a grin was washing over both of their faces.

"And after all this time, I'm still, into you."

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AN: Part one of story of the night after the first episode of Total Drama All-Stars with my favorite pairings.

~Nat