Opposites But Not

Disclaimer: I don't own the show, characters, excluding Rey and Heather. I only own the plot!

Hey! I didn't update for months! You can all have a grudge and look upon me in disdain!

To be honest, I still love to work on this story. As of now, I'm on break, so I'm able to work on this.

If y'all have been caught up on the show, we're already in season 3. To clarify, this story is set during season 2 so everything after that season will not happen.


Before they left, Charlotte and Henry had a heated but not too vicious argument pertaining to what he was supposed to tell Heather. The blond boy attempted to think of a sentence starter that wasn't too offensive (not on purpose, of course) or too awkward. At the moment, nothing came to mind except that.

"How about I'm sorry?" Ray intervened, glaring at the two. He stood impatiently near the door, wanting Henry to get the apology done with.

"Too plain," Henry replied, shrugging. "I need something that will really make her forgive me."

"That's why you say I'm sorry for doubting you," Charlotte suggested.

The blond grimaced. "That's too cliché." At that, the curly-haired girl nodded. "You're not wrong," she stated.

Ray rolled his eyes. "Just tell her a quick apology and hear her response, then we go."

Charlotte raised a brow. "Why are you so persistent?"

"Because Henry's taking a long time to think of a stupid sentence!"

Henry stomped his foot. "Do you want me to be mad all the time?"

The brunette man shrugged. "It's entertaining to watch." The blond glared at him, and Ray turned away, pretending that he hadn't said anything.

"If she forgives me, then all this drama won't happen anymore."

Ray crossed his arms over his chest, before a thought appeared in his head. "What about Jasper? Shouldn't he know about this too?"

..

"Darn!" Henry yelped, stomping his foot again. "We gotta tell Jasper."

Charlotte grasped the edge of the table in the middle of the room, her grip on it tightening. "Right. When do we tell him, though?"

"Tell him after we go to Heather's," Ray pitched in, and the curly-haired girl raised a brow at that.

"Is it too soon?" the blond questioned.

The brunette sighed heavily. "It's been days, Henry. I think it's time he'd know the truth."

"Problem is, I only learned about this today!"

"So?" Charlotte asked Henry. "That shouldn't stop you from telling him." Ray nodded at her statement.

Ray gestured to the door exasperatedly. "Then let's go."

The curly-haired girl sauntered over to the steps, looking over at the blond who still stood near the counter with hesitation. The brunette groaned, descending down the stairs and grabbed Henry's arm. Henry yelped, attempting to anchor his feet to the floor, although to no avail. When Ray reached the stairs again, he dragged Henry up as if he was a rag doll, evident irritation on the boy's face. Charlotte watched in amusement, and she held open the door for them as they exit the building to head to Clothes Landing.


"I still think he didn't die."

"Come on, how could he have survived that earthquake? Barely anyone survived in the show."

"Except him. Plot convenience, of course," Heather reasons. Rey nods, accepting her statement. They both sat Indian style in their living area, sharing a bowl of popcorn on the floor as they continued to talk about various topics. Going from shows on TV, movies, events, indirectly mentioning Henry on Heather's behalf, boys, and back to TV shows. So diverse.

A beeping sound was heard, and the brunette woman turned her head to the screens. She was able to get surveillance installed, not that it was that necessary. From where she sat, she could see a young girl with curly hair, a blond boy, and a brunette man. Rey stood up from her position, sauntering over to the panel and closely watched the three walk in the shop. Heather did the same, watching Henry, Charlotte, and Ray enter Clothes Landing. She raised a brow- what were they doing here? The blonde froze in her stance, realizing that the brunette woman hasn't met them yet, and that she might make a big deal regarding the recent incident.

"Uh.." Heather began. "I'll- I'll go downstairs and check on th- the customers!"

Rey shook her head. "No, it's fine. I'll go."

"No!" the blonde yelped, and Rey gave off a perplexed look. "I mean- uh-"

"Heather, it's ok. You can stay here if you want. I'm not going to force you to go."

She knew that she wouldn't be able to get her way at this point. Heather had to suffer through this. "Alright." And the brunette woman nodded, heading to the exit of the second floor, to the stairs. Heather watched her, chewing on her lip nervously. She mentally calmed herself. It'll be ok. It's not like Rey will try to verbally kill them.

Right?


"So, it's just clothes," Ray stated, looking around the store with a lack of enthusiasm.

"Well, it's called Clothes Landing for a reason, Ray," Henry replied, rolling his eyes.

He sighed. "Other than the colorful walls, nothing else is really anything to look at twice."

The blond boy lightly slapped Ray's arm. "Will you stop? Don't be mean- what if Heather can hear you? She won't forgive me."

Ray groaned again. "Come on, she should be aware that there's nothing in her shop that's interesting. Constructive criticism."

"Most of the products in Junk N' Stuff is weird, Ray. The customers know, they don't mention it," Henry states.

"So customers here know that this shop is pretty basic, but they don't tell Heather," Charlotte continues for him. "Besides, Henry's right. She'll probably get offended that you're saying that."

Henry nodded. "At least Charlotte gets it."

Charlotte leaned against a table with folded shirts, crossing her arms over her chest. "Yeah, probably." At that, Henry stared at her blankly.

Few minutes have passed, with the three standing in the shop awkwardly. Ray started to whistle, hands in his pockets. Henry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. The curly-haired girl craned her head around, eyeing her surroundings to look for Heather, or even her mother. Soon enough, the faint sound of footsteps was heard from the back of the room, and the three turned their heads to the door. Charlotte's eyed widened, seeing the shadow of a tall female, and soon enough an actual woman that walked into the room. The brunette woman was initially startled, observing the bunch, but she then shrugged.

"Uh, hello," Rey spoke with a friendly tone, putting her hands on her hips. The brunette man stared at her with a dazed look, absolutely entranced by her. She smiled and winked at him, and he was about to melt right where he was. Henry and Charlotte eyed the two with confusion and slight disgust.

"Um.." The blond and the curly-haired girl started in unison, still eyeing the strangely similar adults.

Ray straightened his posture, clearing his throat. "Hello, beautiful, gorgeous, physically attractive woman-"

"Ray," Henry scolded, rolling his eyes. The brunette glared at the boy, before turning back to Ray.

"Well, hello," The brunette woman replied in a purposely sultry voice, and Henry choked. Charlotte intervened between the two, raising her arms to signalize a pause. "Ok, ok. Stop it, you two weirdos." Rey shot her a disgruntled look.

The brunette woman shook her head, transitioning back to her normal self, smirking. "What can I help you with?"

"Do you know anyone by the name Heather Charleston, by any chance?" Henry asked, raising a brow. That smirk plastered on Rey's face fell, her groomed brows furrowed.

Blond hair, 14, kind of tall, confident yet.. worried posture..

Henry!

"No, I don't," Rey retorted, now glaring at Henry. He was confused. Why was she suddenly upset at the question?

What is he doing here? Heather doesn't want to see him. She hates him. He never believed her. He's the epitome of betrayal here. Henry shouldn't be here. He needs to leave. Now.

"Ar-are you sure?" the blond asked the woman. "I'm pretty sure you're Heather's mom. Now, what kind of mother doesn't know her own child?"

Charlotte stomped over to Henry, slapping his arm. Ray whipped his head to the blond boy, giving him a scolding look. Henry only shrugged nonchalantly.

"Excuse me?"

Ray accidentally pushed Henry back behind Charlotte, where the boy nearly fell on top of the curly-haired girl. He now faced Rey, smiling.

"Uh- he.. didn't.. mean that."

She raised a brow, not convinced. "Uh huh. And he might be Henry Hart, right?"

Henry was startled by her question. How did she know?

Oh, right. Heather.

"Well, yeah," Henry replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm him." Ray turned back to Henry, now confused, wondering where this would lead to.

Rey's nostrils flared, attempting to hold refrain from her anger being spewed out and onto him verbally. She failed for the most part.

"It-It's you!" the brunette woman yelped, pointing a finger of accusation at the boy. "You're the one who-who hurt Heather!"

Henry pumped a fist in the air, making a face of victory. "Yes!" he yelled, pointing a finger back at her. "So you do know Heather Charleston!"

"Of course I do, I'm her mother!"

It was Ray who spoke this time. "So, why didn't you say that the first time?"

..

Darn this handsome man's question. I was hoping to avoid that

"Well.." Rey began, a sheepish look plastered on her face. After a brief, yet awkward pause, Rey continued, changing the subject. "You're not denying that you hurt her! Stupid boy!"

Charlotte and Ray's eyes locked, jaws slack. Henry's frustration was rising at her words, hoping to get his own out before he continued to insult him.

"Wait-! Mrs. Heather's mom, I-!"

"I'm not married, don't call me a Mrs.! Yet!" she retorted, and Henry's face had confusion written all over it.

The curly-haired girl intervened again, sighing exasperatedly. "Mrs. Charleston, Henry wants to apologize to Heather!"

She scoffed. "Like I'd believe that. Do you plan to hurt her again, boy?"

Henry shook his head, mouthing No to her.

Rey took in a heavy breath, rubbing her temples. This is quite overwhelming. I don't know whether to trust him, his friend, or this handsome man.

..

Footsteps were heard again, and Henry, Charlotte, Rey, and Ray all turned to the back door to find a blonde girl saunter through it. She could hear the hubbub from upstairs and her face was enough to tell them that she was confused by it. Heather's eyes immediately set on Henry, and her breath hitched. Brows furrowed, eyes hardened as the two blondes stared. Her face turned sheepish, and so did his.

"Heather," Ray spoke. "Thank goodness you're here, your mom was about to yell at Henry."

Rey whipped her head back to the brunette accusingly. "I was not!"

"No offense, but you looked like you were going to," Charlotte stated, crossing her arms over her chest. Rey nodded in agreement, shrugging.

"Okay, okay," Heather started, putting her hands up to signal a stop. "What's going on?"

"Heather, listen," Henry began to speak to her, walking to the girl. Initially, she stepped back, not ready for whatever he was going to do or say, but Heather realized from his body language and facial expression that he genuinely didn't want to harm her. Hopefully.

"I came here.. to apologize."

..

Apologize.

He wants to apologize?

That's rich. Really funny. Considering that you just wanted to wrestle me back at your shop, and you also believed that arrogant girl Melissa and not me, who, trying not to sound conceited and all, is way more trustworthy than her!

You know, maybe I should be lenient with him. Maybe he actually wants to apologize.

Heather brushed off that thought.

Hah! Yeah right! He hurt you. What other evidence do you have that he wants to apologize now?

Maybe he's manipulating you!

Heather internally screamed at her thoughts.

Gah! Shut up, brain! Something tells me he really wants to..

She snapped out of her thoughts.

"You want to apologize.. to me?" she asked, her mouth suddenly going dry. Henry nodded, his head then bowed for a bit and it rose again.

"Yes.." the blond boy stressed, holding her shoulders with a tough but gentle grip. "Listen, I want you to know that I am so, so, sorry for the way I've treated you for weeks, ever since the whole Jasper and Melissa incident."

"But.." Heather began, but turned her head to Charlotte. "How do you know it wasn't me?" Henry also turned his head to the curly-haired girl who gave off a I told you so aura.

"I explained everything to him," she spoke. "He didn't believe me at first, but as I told him all the details, everything started to unfold."

Heather nodded. "I understand."

"Jasper's been my best friend since we were really young," the blond boy continued. "I've been very protective of him, and when Melissa lied to make it look like you hurt him, I was so blinded by her deceitfulness that I never realized that you were right the whole time. I ended up hurting you, and strained all of our relationships with each other, not only us, but also with Charlotte and Jasper."

"Henry," Heather spoke, gripping his shoulder and locking eyes with him. "Don't blame this on yourself. If anything, it was definitely Mel's fault for breaking the trust we had with each other." He nodded, and Ray, Charlotte, and Rey did as well.

"But- Heather, I put you in danger. If I didn't find out any sooner, I could've done worse to you."

"Well, you did say you wanted to do worse to her," Charlotte stated monotonously, and Henry glared at her as Heather raised a brow at her statement.

"That was when I was angry with Heather. But.. now I'm not."

Henry shook his head. "Now, I'm just asking this from you, Heather. Please forgive me, for everything I've done and said to you. Let's forget that this ever happened and put it all behind us. Okay?"

That was.. moving.

He definitely is a good person. When he's not mad. At me.

"I.."

"What do you say?" the curly-haired girl asked Heather. "Do you forgive Henry or not?"

"Yeah, please say your answer," Ray complained, groaning. "I wanna go back now." At that, Charlotte whipped her head at the man and glared, and he stepped back.

Heather's brows furrowed further, contemplating. After another pause, she spoke.

"I forgive you, Henry."

..

"Yes!" Charlotte and Ray cheered in unison. Rey smiled at the two, knowing that there, the drama between them was officially over.

Except..

Henry had a big grin plastered on his face, his grip on Heather a bit tighter. The blonde smiled right back at him, flashing her teeth. They both laughed, and for gratitude, Henry stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her. Heather embraced him, enjoying the small moment she had with him.

Soon enough, a rush of energy flowed between them and-

"Ah!"

"Wha-?"

They both yelped, and jumped away from each other, having equally confused faces. The other three stopped chatting and stared at the two blonds, now wondering what the heck just happened.

"Did you see that?"

"There- there was a spark between us!"

Rey and Ray turned to each other, raising brows. "Do you know what just happened?" the man asked her.

"No clue. But.. I don't know if it's supposed to be a good thing or not," she replied.

"Henry, Heather.." Charlotte began, eyes turning to each of them. "What happened?"

They both shrugged simultaneously. "I have no idea," Heather breathed out, still feeling a light surge of electricity through her. What did just happen between them? And why?

"It happened when we hugged.." Henry suggested. "But why was it only when we hugged? I was in contact with her before, I put my hands on her shoulder, and she did the same to me."

Ray squinted at Heather and Rey. He felt like something was going wrong, albeit he didn't know what.

"Listen," the brunette man began, holding Rey's arm and locking eyes with her. "What did your daughter do?"

Rey furrowed her brows. "I actually don't know. Don't ask me." She didn't mean to sound so snarky, but it made Ray more suspicious.

"Don't talk to me like that."

"I'll do that if I wish."

"Excuse me? I don't like rude women."

Heather glared at Ray. "Hey! Be quiet, old man. Don't talk to my mom like that."

Ray ignored the blonde girl, and only paid attention to Rey. "I'm pretty sure you know something. What happened between Henry and Heather."

"No, I don't. Stop asking me!" she retorted, now getting irritated.

"Stop avoiding this question!" the brunette man nearly yelped. "What happened?!"

"Oh my God, stop asking me this stupid question." Rey was definitely at the brink of anger, and Heather, Henry, and Charlotte could tell.

Heather stepped away from Henry and grabbed Ray by the arm, and she looked up at him, immensely annoyed. "She doesn't want to answer! And you wanna know why?! Because she doesn't know what happened! Are you trying to accuse her of something?"

The brunette man stared down, aghast. "Accuse your mom of knowing that you could've hurt Henry but refuse to admit it? No!"

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Obviously, she doesn't know. Even I don't know how it happened. And you're making her uncomfortable, stop."

At that, Ray immediately stopped, and stepped away from Rey, putting his hands up to signalize surrender and I'll stop accusing you. Heather nodded promptly, and turned back to the group.

"Look. Whatever just happened, probably shouldn't be something to lose sleep over. Lets forget that it ever happened."

Out of the blue, Henry hugged her again. This time, the spark was worse and Heather refrained from yelling out.

"Why did you hug me again?!"

"I wanted to see if it wasn't a one-time thing."

"Well, you got your answer now." She drawled, rubbing her arms.

"Maybe it's punishment for forgiving her," Ray retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. Henry brushed off the stupid comment, but because they're in Swellview, and he's been working with Captain Man, he's not new to this kind of stuff.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Ray, that can't happen." He only glared.

"Do you think it happens only when we hug, or we make that kind of contact?" Henry suggested, turning to Heather, and her eyes twinkled in consideration.

"Probably. But, why would it happen?"

Everyone else shrugged.

Heather took in heavy breath. "This shouldn't be too much of a deal. Henry and I get electrocuted when we hug. Nothing big." Rey stared at her, dumbfounded. That's not a big deal to her?

"Besides, we should worry on more important stuff," Heather continued. Charlotte raised a brow.

"Like confronting Melissa about her dumb lies?" the curly-haired girl suggested.

"Actually, I didn't think of that first, but I'll add that to the list," the blonde girl replied. "I meant like telling Jasper."

Henry's eyes widened at the suggestion. "Right! We planned to do that after you apologized and forgave me."

"Oh, so you assumed that I'd forgive you?" Heather asked, a playful glint in her eye. Henry shrugged, smirking.

"Well, I'd prefer if you did," Henry replied.

"And what if I didn't?"

Ray spoke up. "Then we'd stay here longer because Henry, here, would be on his knees crying and begging for your forgiveness."

Henry glared at the man, and Heather giggled as Charlotte smirked. "Aw," she cooed. "How sweet of you, Hart."

"Yeah.." the blond boy muttered, glaring daggers at Ray as he smiled back at him.

"Anyways," Heather continued, going back to her original subject. "I hope you guys tell Jasper soon. He seriously needs to know the truth. I miss talking to him."

At that last sentence, Henry and Charlotte shared a look, one that Heather couldn't identify very well, but it spoke volume.


"Should we invite Jasper over tomorrow to tell him?"

"That'd be best. Over phone, I don't think he'd believe you."

"True, true. But even in person, looks can deceive."

Charlotte put a hand up, raising a brow at Henry.

"Were you really sincere in your apology?" she asked, suspicious. Henry glared at her.

"Of course I was! Unless you think this face-" Henry paused to show her his neutral, yet upset and pitiful face. "-isn't trustworthy!"

The curly-haired girl paused, a sheepish look on her face. He mocking gasped.

"Okay! I was genuine! That statement didn't apply to me, Char!"

"Mhm."

Henry groaned. Charlotte snickered.

"I was kidding, duh. I knew you meant it."

"Thanks," he spoke, annoyance edging in his voice.

"You're welcome, Henry," Charlotte drawled, smirking at his face.

Henry, Charlotte, and Ray were back at the Man Cave. Ray went off to where ever, and the two teens sat on the couch in the main area. Charlotte's legs were propped upon the table provided, and Henry slouched in his seat. The blond boy felt like he had a heavy weight of obliviousness had been lifted off when he apologized to Heather. He never acknowledged said weight, but it was there and it ached. He felt a lot better after it, knowing that he and Heather were on good terms now. Charlotte and Heather were alright before, so they'd only have to tell Jasper now. If he'd bother to listen. Henry's hoping that he does.

Sitting in silence for a few, Ray sauntered into the room, irritation etched on his face. Charlotte was the first one to notice.

"Ray, what's wrong?" she asked.

Initially, he shook his head, eyes set on the floor. But Henry's and Charlotte's seemingly incessant stare annoyed him more.

"Rey and Heather. Also, I'm pretty sure Rey is a male name."

"Actually," Charlotte spoke up. "It's for both genders." Ray scoffed.

"It's cooler for a guy." Henry ignored that, he wanted an explanation to Ray's first statement.

"What's wrong with Heather and her mom?"

"That's the thing," Ray continued, furrowing his brows. "There's something.. off.. about them. But, darnit, I don't know why!"

Henry rolled his eyes. "Heather has gone over this with you. Her mom doesn't know why that electricity thing happened between Heather and I."

The brunette shook his head at that. "It's not only that, but especially Heather." Charlotte perked up at that, wondering what Ray was going at.

"I feel like she's not trustworthy."

..

Henry actually had to restrain from slapping him upside the head.

"Come on, Ray!" the blond boy stated. "That was literally the problem we had! And we resolved it, but no, you now think that she's evil or something!"

"Okay, I didn't have evil in mind," Ray began, eyeing Henry. "But I'm just warning you."

"Of what?!" Henry asked, raising his brows. "I can assure you, there's nothing wrong with Heather and her mom!"

"Just.. just stay away from them, Henry. You too, Charlotte."

Charlotte stood up from her seat, perplexed. "Hold up, we just got Henry and Heather to become friends again. Why do you want them separated all of a sudden?!" Henry gestured to her, as she elaborated on his point.

"Exactly! Heather's harmless! I know there's nothing going on from her and her mom. If there was, they would've told us."

"Untrustworthy people don't tell you their secrets, they lead you to find out yourself!"

The blond boy groaned. "They're trustworthy!"

"Well, then. Prove that!"

Henry was still trying to not slap Ray.

"We were just at the shop. They were just as trustworthy as Charlotte and I think!"

She was startled at this. "Leave me out of this."

"What, are you siding with Ray?"

"I'm staying neutral."

Henry and Ray shrugged at her comment, before turning back to each other.

"Ray, they're not bad. Believe me, please."

Said person sighed heavily. "Okay, okay. Whatever you say. But, let's say you find out something from them. Like, a secret. That they weren't supposed to tell anyone but somehow it got out, but then it all becomes a mess between all of you. Again."

Henry only scoffed at his comment. "I don't think they're hiding anything, especially Heather. She would've come clean to me. I just know she's that type of person."

..

Heather looked out of her bedroom window, staring at the night sky, entranced by the darkness yet the contrasting small light that were the stars.

They still can't know about it. Even if I've rekindled my friendship with Henry. I'm not letting Girl Danger come into the equation, no matter how close we are. I don't need anymore problems.


Hi! I'm on break, so I decided to upload this long-awaited chapter! Thanks for all the reviews you guys have given me on this story. Obviously it's still a work-in-progress, but soon enough the actual plot will unfold, leading to more drama and all that jazz, heh. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome!