Hello! It's been ages since my last update on this story. It had been so long that I had to go back and re-read and re-read and re-read all of my chapters so that this one would come out just right. And I think it did. I'm sorry it's not longer, but I should be updating again really soon. I hope you enjoy!
I don't own Total Drama Island, unfortunately. I wish I did.
I also don't own the wonderful movie He's Just Not That Into You. But I do own it on DVD. XD
Heather smoothed out the faint wrinkles in her short, pink dress as she waited anxiously in the waiting room outside of Justin's boss's office. She was really nervous for her encounter with Mr. Hallaway. Heather woke up that morning at five thirty to perfect her appearance for him.
She wanted this job more than anything. She remembered wishing for an opportunity like this ever since she was a girl, flaunting herself in front of her bedroom mirror. Heather smiled at the memory. If all this goes well, you can say goodbye to teaching yoga forever. Heather beamed at the inner thought.
"Heather." A musical voice sounded from behind her. Heather turned in her chair and her eyes locked with those familiar ocean blue ones.
"Justin!" She exclaimed in both surprise and excitement. "I wasn't expecting to see you here." She quickly ran a hand through her hair as Justin walked around the assortment of chairs until he was standing directly in front of her.
"Well, I thought I would take the time to wish you luck before you went in there." Justin smiled, and Heather's heart nearly melted. "Although, I'm pretty sure you don't need it." Heather could feel the warmth gathering in her cheeks at his remark and looked away quickly, staring at the secretary seated in a desk a few feet away from them.
The secretary was looking at them suspiciously, and Heather shot her a glare. The girl instantly looked away.
"You're too sweet, Justin." Heather replied, plastering a large grin across her face. The two of them stared into each other's eyes for a moment before the door to Heather's left opened and a tall, rather muscular man with dark hair and light eyes stepped out.
"Miss Greene?" He questioned. Heather rose up instantly and took a step towards him. She gave Justin one last glance before turning her back towards him.
"That's me." Heather responded, still smiling brightly.
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Greene, I'm Alexander. Alexander P. Hallaway." Mr. Hallaway held out a hand and Heather took it.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Hallaway." Heather said. She was shocked by the sweetness her tone of voice carried. Rarely did she used such a sweetness in her tone and actually mean it.
"Please, call me Alexander." He said, his eyes light gray eyes drifted from Heather's and landed on Justin. "Hello, Justin."
"Good evening, Alexander." Justin replied deeply.
"Let's take this into my office, shall we?" Alexander asked, leading a hand through the door of his office. Heather nodded and took a step into the room. Alexander followed closely behind and closed his door carefully. "Take a seat." He said motioning towards the chair that was placed before his desk.
Heather elegantly sat down and took in her surroundings. There was a large window behind the desk displaying the perfect starry night outside of the large office. Everything in his office was black and silver. The walls were covered with various magazine covers and photographs that Heather could only assume were of his models.
Alexander sat down behind his desk and opened up a binder in front of him. There was a long silence as he stared at the binder, obviously reading something. Heather became more anxious as every second of silence passed. "Well, I'm very pleased you were able to join me today." He said closing the binder quickly. He folded his hands on top of it.
"Me too, actually. It's always been my dream to work as a model." Heather replied. She cursed herself inwardly, hoping that she didn't seem too desperate. Alexander smiled, and Heather assumed she said something right.
"Mr. Justin Salvatore out there speaks very highly of you." Alexander went on, pointing at the door. "I can see why." He looked at Heather with expression she couldn't quite read, and Heather smiled at him. "Justin doesn't speak very highly of anyone."
He leaned forward, and brought down his tone to a whisper. "Have you seen his wife?" Alexander's tone sounded like one of disgust and possible hatred, Heather couldn't tell. She shook her head and Alexander laughed.
"What's wrong with her?" Heather asked out of curiosity. It wasn't a good kind of curiosity, she noted. She wanted anything she could to destroy the Mrs. Salvatore.
"She's absolutely nothing like you." He said rising up from his desk. "She could never, ever be a model." His tone was disgust. Heather smiled, knowing that what he said must have been a compliment towards her and not towards the dreaded Mrs. Salvatore. She must be ugly, Heather thought to herself. She focused her attention back to what Alexander had said.
"So are you saying, I can be a model?" Heather asked with a hint of both surprise and joy in her voice. Alexander laughed again.
"I like you, Miss Greene, I like you a lot." He paused and then stood up, walking towards one of the picture covered walls. "Do you think you have what it takes to be a model?" Alexander traced his index finger along one of the photographs. Heather nodded, a serious look on her face.
"I do. I think I've always had what it takes. I've just never been in the right place at the right time. I've never had the opportunity." Alexander took a step towards Heather and he smiled down at her in her chair.
"Well today, Miss Greene, you're in the right place at the right time." Alexander paused as Heather's expression turned to shock. "And I'm giving you the opportunity. I would be glad to offer you the honor of becoming one of my models." Heather gasped and her hand flew to her mouth.
She couldn't explain the rush that coursed through her body. She stood up and wrapped her arms around Alexander tightly and he laughed.
"Oh thank you," She nearly screamed, "Thank you, Alexander!"
"You're welcome, you're welcome." He replied as Heather backed away from the embrace, slightly embarrassed at her outburst. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, eight o'clock."
"Looking forward to it, Sir." Heather was trying her best to keep from jumping up and down.
Alexander opened the door of his office and Heather stepped out, beaming with joy.
Gwen opened up her door quietly. She could hear her phone ringing as she stepped inside her apartment. She ran to it quickly and picked it up. "Hello?" She answered groggily, she was exhausted after such a long night.
"I got it! I got the job! I'm a model!" Heather yelled ecstatically through the other end. Gwen winced at the loud noise and held the phone an inch away from her head.
"That's great, Heather! I'm so happy for you!" Gwen replied with false excitement. If she wasn't so tired, it could have been real. Gwen slipped off her shoes and walked over to close the door to her apartment.
"And Justin even came to visit before I went in to speak with his boss. Isn't he sweet?" Gwen yawned and shuffled her way to her bedroom where she shrugged off her coat and dropped it on the floor.
"That's great. He sounds like such a nice guy."
"He really is." There was a long pause, before Heather continued. "I should really get to sleep. I have to meet up with my new boss tomorrow morning. What do you say we meet up for lunch tomorrow and you can tell me all about the lame ass party you attended tonight?" Gwen smiled, recalling the surprisingly not so lame ass party. Trent.
Gwen knew she wouldn't be able to talk to Heather about him. Even though Heather had completely moved on from Trent, Gwen was positive Heather would get extremely jealous if she started showing an interest for Trent. That's just how Heather was. Gwen had seen it beore, just not aimed towards her personally. A jealous Heather was not a good thing.
"Sure that sounds great, Heather."
"Okay, I'll call you tomorrow." Heather exclaimed happily.
"Goodnight." Gwen pressed the end button on her phone and threw it on her nightstand, plopping down onto her bed, drifting off to sleep instantly.
Courtney slipped on her pajamas, smiling. She couldn't get over the happiness she felt for the good deed she performed at the party. Bridgette and Geoff were together again, and now everything was back to normal.
Courtney had her apartment all to herself.
Bridgette was spending the night at her own place with Geoff, and Courtney could only imagine the things they were doing to each other that very instant. Courtney sighed and stepped into her living room, picking up the blankets that were all over her couch that Bridgette had used.
She placed each blanket into a huge laundry bag that she would have to take down to the launder mat to be washed.
She looked at the disarray that was still her living room. Bridgette's things were still scattered about. The mess was bothering her, and she had to remind herself that Bridgette would be by to get it all in the morning. Courtney went back into her room and hopped into her bed, pulling her blankets over her.
She flicked off her light and leaned back into her pillow. Her last thoughts before drifting off into sleep were of the teal eyed bartender who had become her partner in crime for the evening. Duncan.
Trent picked up the last of the red plastic cups that covered the floor of his apartment and carried them over to the garbage bag that Duncan was holding. "Another good party." Trent said happily, placing the cups in the bag.
"Yeah, you can always tell by the amount of trash that's left around." Duncan complained. He hated cleaning. If Trent wasn't his roommate and such a clean freak, he might have just left his apartment like this until...he didn't even know when. Duncan smiled at the thought.
"What are you smiling about?" Trent asked, placing his hands on his hips.
"Nothing that would interest you, that's for sure." Duncan tied the garbage bag closed and placed it on the ground.
"It wouldn't be about Courtney would it?" A look of pure amusement crossed Trent's face. Duncan froze and looked up at Trent.
"What are you talking about?" Duncan crossed his arms.
"You two are totally into each other." Trent said, rolling his eyes. "It's obvious."
"Are you kidding me?" Duncan blurted out, laughing a bit. A fake laugh, no doubt. Duncan honestly couldn't think of another response. He was speechless.
He couldn't be into Courtney. Sure she was hot, and feisty, and different, but he wasn't into her. Or maybe he was into her. He could be into her, but just not have feelings for her. Yeah, that was it. Besides, he just liked messing with her, right? Nothing else.
"I just like messing with her is all." Duncan echoed his thoughts in a quick defense.
"Okay, okay." Trent offered up his hands in surrender and began walking away.
"What about you and Gwen, man?" Duncan challenged. Trent stopped and turned around. He did like Gwen, but he liked Heather more, didn't he? He wasn't so sure anymore.
"Gwen and I are just friends, Duncan. Nothing more." Trent thought for a second. "I like Heather." Duncan rolled his eyes.
"Heather." Duncan said through his teeth.
"Gwen and I are just friends." Trent repeated calmly.
"Courtney and I are just friends." Duncan mimicked, now placing his hands on his hips.
"Okay then." Trent turned around headed for his room.
"Right." Duncan nodded before also heading for his own room.
So? Any thoughts? I'm glad to be back, and I actually have some pretty solid ideas as to what's going to come next for these lovely characters. I hoped you liked it!