A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please comment and tell me if you like it. It's also my first time even considering this pairing. I do not own TDI or TDA, but I do own this story overall. I hope you like it!

I walked quickly through the halls. I knew I wasn't wanted, but it actually felt good to be there. Sure I was kicked off leaving weird goth girl and the human eating machine to fight for first place, but I felt I belonged. It was a luxury resort, for crying out loud! I stepped into my assigned room, and brushed back my long, black hair. Nothing would bring me down today. Just then, I heard a knock on my open door. "What do you want," I said.

"To come in." a voice replied. I knew that voice. That annoying voice. It was him.

"Go away, Harold!" I screamed. He walked through the door I had foolishly left open, and hid behind my bed. What was he doing? "Harold, what are you doing?" I asked. It better be good for having to tolerate his Haroldness the day of my elimination.

"I'm hiding from Courtney. If she finds me, I'm dead!" he practically squeaked. This was pathetic.

"Well you can't stay here. Out!" I yelled. There was no way a nerd like him would be staying in my room for any amount of time. He might get germs all over it.

"But-" he started.

"Out! Now!" I wasn't going to bargain with him any longer. He needed to leave.

"Harold! When I find you, you are going down!" I heard someone scream in the distance. Then I heard footsteps running near my new room. Excellent. If I can't get rid of Harold, Courtney would do it for me. "There you are!"

"No! It was a misunderstanding. He didn't do anything wrong." I heard myself say. Wow, I said that? I can't believe I stood up for him.

"Fine. I'll spare him today. But Harold, if you annoy me one time, I'll have to hurt you." she said. Wow. That random bunch of words actually helped. Courtney walked out the door slamming it behind her. Does she have any manners out of competition?

"THANK YOU HEATHER!" yelled Harold.

"Don't mention it. EVER." I sneered back.

"Yes, milady!" what did he just say? Probably nerd speak for 'sure'. He ran to my door forgetting it was shut, and hurt himself. He's so stupid! "Gosh!"

"Harold? You have to open the door, you know."

"I kind of figured that out." he said while opening the door for a second try at exiting. What a geek. Strangely, I almost enjoyed his company. He was funny, and sweet, and- what am I saying?

"Wait! On second thought, you don't have to leave." I said. What came over me? I'm being nice to Harold? Well, he is kind of cool when you get past the rest of him. He can be a really sweet guy. I was just the first to figure it out.

"Sorry, but I've got to go anyway. Le Shawna's waiting for me to see her. She says we need to talk." Le Shawna? He's leaving me behind for her?

"Fine. Go see her." I told him. "But don't bother coming back here."

"Okay." and then he left. He left me alone. I walked over to the gaping door and shut it walking back to my huge, fluffy bed. I grabbed a magazine and started to take a quiz.

Who is your perfect guy?

1. Your friends describe you as:

(a. a good friend (b. funny (c. what friends?

I picked (a. I'm obviously a good friend. Right?

2. In a competition you would place:

(a. first (b. second (c. third

Well I did come in third place…

3. You have been asked out by:

(a. tons of guys (b. a few guys (c. no one

…I've never actually been asked out before. Now for my results.

If you picked mostly (c.'s, your match is: a nerd!

No way.

A nerd is sweet and loveable. You will enjoy talking and have interesting conversations. A nerd will always be there for you when you need him.

This quiz must be rigged. There is no way possible that I like Harold.