Me: The first chapter of this story did better than I thought it would. I got four very positive, very encouraging reviews, and I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations. You're going to learn a tiny bit about Gwen and Trent's relationship (which is not going to be like Romeo and Juliet), and about Heather and Gwen's friendship. Also Chris Mclean, by the way, is still the same sadistic asshole we all love to hate. He's just a bit more pleasant to the people he cares about. Please review and, if you like, favorite me and the story.
Oh, there's also some semi-arousing crap in her, ya know, people reaching first, close to second base. I'm not gonna be one of those people who stress out over every little romantic detail, but I just wanted you to know there's going to be some major making outage in this chappie.
;3 You've been warned.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gwen or any other Total Drama characters.
WARNING: There are going to be some serious adult themes in this story! DRUG USE, STRONG LANGUAGE, and SEXUAL SITUATIONS are just a few of them, but if you have a problem with any of these things, I strongly suggest you click the back button. This story's Rated M for a reason, people!
"Miss me, beautiful?" Trent asked a loving smile on his face as he admired his famous girlfriend. He put down Gwen's vanilla frosted chocolate birthday cake and opened his arms wide. The goth girl enthusiastically ran into his arms and nuzzled her face into his chest.
"Like crazy," She answered inhaling deeply. Trent smelt of Axe body spray and cigarettes. While Gwen normally hated the stink of cigarettes, on her boyfriend it somehow smelt good. Then again, she found a way to make everything bad about Trent wonderful. The way he chews with his mouth open, ("It's cute after a while." Gwen explained to Heather, who just rolled her eyes.) the way he snores and takes up the whole bed, the way he forgets to put the seat down…
Okay, so maybe she couldn't find a way to justify everything, but she could try. Besides, there were many grand things about Trent that Gwen just adored. How he always got her a birthday card. He opens the door for her, pulls out her chair, gives her his jacket when she's cold, all the cliché stuff like that.
One of Gwen's favorite things about Trent was his amazing ability to kiss. It took her breath away when he-
Gwen gasped as Trent pressed his lips against hers, hard and heavy. Speaking of becoming breathless, Gwen lost all ability to think, move and do anything except for return the passionate spit-swap she'd become accustomed to. Trent snuck his tongue into her mouth, running the muscle across hers. His hands moved from her shoulders, down her back, and onto her bony hips, squeezing them lovingly. Gwen gripped onto his shirt and turned her head so she'd get more access to his mouth. She bit his lip, just how he liked it and he groaned into her mouth. His hands dipped down to her backside and squeezed gently. Gwen giggled and the couple completely forgot that they had company.
"Alright, that's enough." Heather hissed in disgust. It was no secret to Gwen that Heather despised Trent, and despised her relationship with him even more. The young singer could never understand her best friend's hatred toward her lover, and it broke her heart that Heather never made any effort to fix the not-friendship. But the ballet dancer never made any attempt to sabotage her relationship with Trent, so Gwen wasn't really going to say anything to her.
Trent glared at the Queen Bee and flipped her the bird, which she happily returned. Gwen rolled her eyes and pushed her boyfriend away. She walked over to the table her cake rested on and swiped some frosting off of the corner, putting her finger in her mouth and sucking on it delicately. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head in ecstasy as the sugary goodness shocked her taste buds.
"Ohmygod! Who made this cake? It's delicious!" She cried out gleefully. Chris, who had been awkwardly silent, smiled and stepped forward.
"I can answer this one! My personal chef used to be a professional cake maker, but he got fired after a disastrous event. He swore to never make another cake again but I bribed him to-I mean "raised his pay" so he'd make the most fabulous cake in the world!" The manager bragged, causing Trent to roll his eyes and Heather to huff "yeah right" under her breath. Chris' expression darkened and he glared at the doubtful duo.
"I also threatened to make his balls into a necklace and I'll happily do it to either of you douche faces if you question my greatness ever again. Got that?" Heather and Trent nodded, both to terrified to point out that Heather did not have testicles. There was a twelve second awkward silence before Trent cleared his throat.
"I uh…I think it's time to sing to the birthday girl." He announced, smiling at his long-time girlfriend. The starlet simply sighed and rolled her eyes. The only thing Gwen hated about her birthdays, before and after fame, was the singing. Each year somebody (weather it was her brother, Chris or her boyfriend) thought it'd be funny to play a recording of her singing Happy Birthday to herself when she was only six years old. Many of the words were mispronounced, and she couldn't hold a key at all back then, but at the same time her voice still sounded semi-good. Either way, Gwen hated it and everyone KNEW she hated it. But that didn't stop them for doing it anyway.
"Can we please skip the singing this year? I mean it's rather pointless at this point." She pleaded. Heather smirked at her and said,
"And what, miss out on the look of misery on your face? Fat chance Gwendolyn." The goth's face fell, and Heater felt her eye twitch.
'Damn it Gwen! I was kidding, and you know it! I'm going way to fuckin' soft today…"
"Alright, alright, we don't have to do the damned singing. But I swear on my life Gwen, if you don't go shopping with me immediately after this mediocre party I'm going to fucking kill you!"
"Thanks Heather." Gwen said with a smile. The Queen Bee waved her away.
"Whatever. You'd better get Chris' credit card because we're going to spend up a storm afterwards." Said manager groaned after hearing this.
"When I said you could borrow my card whenever you wanted Gwen," He lectured as he handed her his beloved golden card. "I didn't mean every single day."
"I promise I'll get it back to you before the day is over!" Gwen told him. Chris just shook his head.
"Keep it. Blaineley's got millions of 'em. Think of it as a birthday gift from me." Gwen gasped.
"Really, Chris? Thanks! I owe ya one!" She threw her arms around him in a quick, one sided hug and pocketed the card. She'd be sure to pay him back later on.
"I remember a time when we ate the cake first and then we opened presents." Trent chuckled, handing Gwen a small rectangular box. "But I think I like this tradition better." Gwen opened the gift slowly, and uncharacteristically squeed when she saw the diamond earrings inside.
"Oh Trent thank you!" She breathed, close to tears. "These must've cost a fortune!"
"They did, but nothing's too good for my girl." The older musician cooed and wrapped his arms around Gwen from behind. She nuzzled her head into his neck appreciably and kissed his lips.
"Thank you so much." Kiss. "I love you," Kiss. "more than anything in the world."
"Do you two do anything other than suck face?" Heather asked rhetorically. Trent smirked at her.
"Yeah," He answered, looking suggestively at Gwen. "But if you don't like seeing us kiss, then you'd hate seeing us do that."
"Ugh, you disgusting pig! I cannot believe my best friend is in love with you!" She screamed. Chris sighed and leaned next to Gwen.
"I told you this would happen if we invited her."
"Shut up, Chris!" Both Gwen and Heather hissed. The manager shrugged, unaffected by the sudden hostility.
"I'm just saying, if we had sent her a badger in the mail instead of an invitation like I had said, this wouldn't be happening." Gwen slapped him on the back of his head.
"Sadistic bastard." She growled at him and walked over to the fuming Heather. She put a hand on her arm.
"Hey, Queen Bee. Why don't we grab a piece of cake and head off to the mall?" She asked her, soothingly rubbing her friend's skinny arm.
"That cake is like, a thousand calories." Heather huffed, but cut herself a small piece anyway. She stuffed the whole thing in her mouth, and shivered as she tasted the sugary sweetness. Gwen couldn't help smiling when she saw her die-hard-dieter friend get two more pieces.
"Wet's go! I don't whanna hit twaffic!" Queen Bee called out, mouth completely full. She pulled her keys out her pocket and left for the parking lot. Before Gwen could leave with her, Trent pulled her into a hug.
"See ya later, baby." He whispered into her ear. "Maybe later we can properly celebrate your twenty-first b-day, if ya know what I mean." Gwen giggled and pushed him away.
"Whatever you say Mr. Subtlety." The goth starlet stole the plate of cake Chris had in his hand, hugged him tightly and ran off to catch up with her friend.
"What is it with women and shopping?" Trent chuckled, sitting down on the couch and checking the messages on his cell phone. One from Cody, one from his mom and one from-
"Who the hell is "Hot Throat"?" Chris exclaimed, peaking over Trent's shoulder. The musician let out an unmanly scream and shoved his phone back into his pocket. He glared at the manager, who glared back.
"What are you doing reading over my shoulder?" Trent hollered.
"What are you doing talking to girls named Hot Throat while dating my little gi-my client?" Chris hollered back. There was an awkward silence that a now terrified Trent broke.
"Please don't tell Heather!" Chris laughed at him.
"I find it amusing how you don't want me to tell Heather, but say nothing about me telling Gwen."
"Heather would kill me if she found out about this!"
"And Gwen wouldn't?"
"Well…I mean she'd hated me, but Heather would actually kill me and you know it!"
"So you admit that you've been cheating on Gwen?"
"Ugh, no, I'm not cheating on her! But I don't want anybody finding out that I have…this person's number on my phone, okay?" Chris glared at him, but eventually sighed and shook his head.
"I am going to regret this; I just know I am…"
"Hey Gwen, come over here! Look at this one!" Heather called out, holding the white satin dress up against herself as she grinned at her reflection in the mirror.
For the past two hours, Gwen and Heather had been all over the mall, going in and out of each and every store and buying almost everything. They had recently walked into a bridal shop, and Heather fell in love.
"Isn't this just fabulous?" She asked her best friend. Gwen shrugged.
"It looks to ordinary on you. Why don't you get the one with sequins over in the corner?" The goth suggested, pointing to said dress. Heather narrowed her eyes and crinkled her nose at her friend's poor choice in dresses. She threw the item she was currently holding to the side and went back over to the rack.
"Don't you want anything?" The dancer asked, not taking her eyes off of the expensive pieces of clothing in front of her. Gwen groaned and plopped down on the chair that sat in front of the dressing rooms.
"No! I just want to go home and take a nap, maybe have some Chinese food…" She answered, causing her friend to huff. "What's wrong now?"
"Do you know how many calories Chinese food has?" Heather growled as she walked past Gwen and into a dressing room, purposely kicking her BFF's black boot on her way. Gwen snickered.
"I doubt I have to worry about getting fat!" She joked, gesturing to her extremely small waistline. Heather glared at her and in all seriousness said,
"That's not funny, Gwendolyn." She slammed the dressing room door shut and didn't speak for about five minutes. Gwen mentally kicked herself in the ass.
'Gwen, you fucking idiot! You know better than to joke about your anorexia in front of Heather. She hates it when you do that!' She thought to herself, face palming. Her best friend wasn't an uptight person, but there were certain things that were off limits, even with her. For one thing, Heather did not joke about Gwen's "health issue" (as she so graciously called it) because it wasn't appropriate. Heather also didn't like talking about her family, and in return she didn't make Gwen spill every detail about her family either. The last and most important thing was relationships. Heather and Gwen weren't like most best friends who gossiped about everything they've done with their significant other. They didn't talk about the last date they went on, they didn't talk about how "in love" they were, and the only time they talked about their sex life was when they were joking or making fun of each other.
Gwen never understood why Heather didn't talk about relationships, when she seemed to be the motherfucking Love Guru. She knew when to ask somebody out, the right moment to kiss somebody, how to get the relationship to the next level without making the first move and, if necessary, the right way to break up with somebody in front of their family in a public area.
'Only Heather would need to know how to do that last one…' Gwen occasionally thought. 'Then again, I don't think she's ever had a real boyfriend in the seven and a half years we've been friends. Poor girl, maybe that's why she doesn't want to talk about guys.'
"I'm going to buy this for you." Gwen nearly jumped out of her skin when Heater's voice broke through her thoughts. She received a strange glance from said female, but was more concerned about what she said than the odd look she was receiving.
"Wait, what? Why?" Gwen questioned, admiring the silver laced silk dress that tightly clenched Heather's C-cup chest and her semi-large butt. She was not only twice Gwen's size, but her curves were something Gwen was not blessed with. The dress would hang on her like a shower curtain.
"Because I think it'd look nice on you, and what I think goes. Besides, I forgot to get you a birthday present so this is gonna make up for it." Gwen shook her head and stood up, placing her hands on Heather's shoulders.
"No, no, please don't waste your money on me!" She cried. Heather looked at her like she was crazy.
"Waste my money? After almost eight goddamned years of friendship, dealing with your damned health issue, and being there when that asshole Trent broke your heart a thousand times over, you think me buying you one $7,000 dress is wasting my money?" She asked, rolling her eyes. "You're a fucking psychopath."
"But shouldn't you be the one buying a dress? I mean, you're more likely to get married than I am!" Gwen told her and blushed when she saw her friend unzip the back of her dress. "At least go in the dressing room…" Heather grabbed her wrist and tugged her into the room with her.
"You really think I've got a better chance at getting hitched than you do? Ha! Trent may be a complete failure at life, but at least your relationship is stable! I haven't had a real boyfriend since the eighth grade." The Queen Bee stated. "And even if I did get married, there's no way in hell I'd wear something from this store. Everything here makes my hips look way too big."
"That's because your hips are way too big!" Gwen joked. "In fact, everything on you is way too big. You need to give me some of cleavage. Maybe then I'll get into the clubs for free." Heather rolled her eyes, but smiled anyways.
"There is no amount of cleavage in the world that could get such a goody-goody like you in the clubs, Gwen." She laughed. She pried off the dress and shoved it into the goth's hands. "Here, hold you present while I get back into my pants. Speaking of getting into my pants, have you seen that new model that works with Justin? He's gorgeous!"
"Isn't his name, Fernando or something?" Gwen asked.
"Alejandro is his name, you shithead. Hopefully he's not gay like Justin is. Did you hear he got fucked in the butt by Owen last week?"
"Eww, Heather! I don't whanna hear that!"
"And the week before that, he and DJ were going at it?"
"STOP IT!"
And that my friend, is the second chapter of All Washed Up. Did you learn anything? If not…that's my fault because this chapter wasn't nearly as descriptive as I wanted it to be. In the next chapter, I'm going to clear up everybody's occupation, you're going to learn about Chris' family life, and see some more GwenXTrent smuttiness.
P.S. I feel bad when I read a story and see that the author of it took a long ass time to update, but over that time they were actually working on the story piece by piece. I wrote this all in two days. I feel like I'm not dedicating enough of my time to it, so I'm gonna start getting into this goddamned story! Until next time, PEACE!