Disclaimer: I have never (sadly) owned Alejandro, Heather, Duncan, or any other Total Drama Franchise characters that might appear.

Authors Note: Wow, lame title. I wasn't sure what to call this or where this exactly came from. I just like to mess with character personalities and this is somewhat...different. I love the little nicknames Heather gives and poor Duncan. He's not a bad guy and I love him. However, this one is an Alejandro/Heather story although I probably will write one for Duncan since most of the time I write Duncan as more...emotional.

Heather walked in, ready for some exercise. She got her favorite bag, her tunes were all stocked and she got to be able to scan for hot guys while burning off fat (not that she had any anymore, but she couldn't take any chances and by now it was habit and she enjoyed it). She had been fat once and she wasn't going to go back there anymore. It was yet another new town and this one she planned to be on top unlike the others, where no one knew her and she could be somebody different. She paused a second scanning the room under her shades. As expected, mainly guys working out and girls pretending to but more chattering and attempting to look nonchalant while studying them and it would take a really obtuse or absorbed in what they're doing person, or the common guy, Heather thought wryly, not to notice that. Then, most guys Heather had known were about as dumb as a bag of rocks, which was an offense to rocks everywhere considering that at least rocks were more useful and knew when to shut up. Oftentimes they were better looking as well, which was pretty sad because she wasn't talking about pretty stones like amethyst or lazuli. No, just common grey sediment rocks. Her luck with guys was nonexistent though many drooled over her. But she didn't want just anyone. She wanted someone…extraordinary.

She turned and accidentally walked into a solid chest that was coming in the opposite direction. Dazed, Heather embarrassedly landed on her butt while brick wall had the pertinence to remain completely unphazed. A hand reached down and she grabbed onto it as he helped her up. She looked up for a second and her breath was completely taken away. Green brilliant eyes peered worriedly over her. Long flowing dark hair, perfect nose and cheekbones, nice body hugging leather pants (not just anyone could wear those) and insanely built body that could be seen even through his red jacket that was open exposing a white tank top and bull necklace. And she also knew how (deliciously, she always had been a sucker for big guys) muscular he was considering she almost ran into him and knocked herself out, which would have been embarrassing. Actually, it still was. He was staring at her now and she realized she had been unconsciously still been holding onto his (very fine) hand for a bit too long. She quickly lets go with a gulp and tries to calm her speeding heart. It was just a guy, she told herself. Just a huge attractive guy that towered over her with rippling muscles and dark hair, like in a romance novel, just as she always dreamed would happen. But he was ordinary, not going to sporadically sweep her off her feet and carry her while he…shit, that wasn't where she wanted to go. Leaning back she saw his confused start to narrow into an irritated grimace. He grunted, shifting his own bag.

"I hope you're okay, sorry for making you fall. Now if you'll excuse me…" he tried to step around her as she stepped to the same side, trying to let him by so they ended up in front of each other again. She saw his eyes narrow and his mouth start to downturn as he tried to get by her again and she accidentally stepped in front of him, again. She could tell he was beginning to get angry and she quickly backed backwards out of the way as he stalked away from her, every sexy inch of him taunting her despite the anger radiating off him. She went to the water fountain to get a drink, having suddenly found herself very thirsty. She also found herself literally banging her head against the wall asking why as some very creeped out girl watched her. She couldn't believe what a fool she made of herself and she'd probably die of mortification if Mr. Sex God (as she dubbed him until further notice because he was the hottest man she had ever seen, of any age) saw her again. He had been pissed when he left her and she couldn't believe she kept accidentally blocking him which probably sent unintentional stalker signals to him. Embarrassingly, she openly knew that if she was able to without being viewed as creepy, she would love finding out about him. It's just too bad she blew any chance of ever talking to him again that she had. Curse her guy luck, why did she always either wreck anyone who might have been good and always had to be a creeper disgusting guy magnet? She remembered the last guy who had been interested in her. Apparently he had been watching her through peep holes and was a known pervert. He had somehow got a hold of her underwear and added it to some girl panties shrine. He had been arrested just right before the Aaronson's moved so she got to find out all the sordid little details that were mentally disturbing. And the guy before that had been a drunk football player who only wanted to get in her (and everyone else's) pants. And before that a kleptomaniac who was arrested for repeated shoplifting. She didn't understand what made her so appealing to such creepy people. Did she seem that desperate or something? She'd rather meet nobody at all than to continually be a magnet for the kinkiest, scummiest, lowest, dirtiest, animals that were barely even human. What had she done to deserve that? Was it because she had once been fat? She couldn't see how that was relevant but nor could she see any connection as to why she kept attracting weird people, most of whom she didn't even know which was even creepier. Ugh…

Making her way back, she saw Mr. Sex God (so f-ing hot that it still made Heather excited) doing a bench press of some…350 lbs. She stopped and backed up. She counted the plates again. 50, 50, 50 on each side and if the bar was 50, that made…350 pounds. 350 pounds? She couldn't imagine a guy his age (couldn't be more than what, 17-19? Not much older than her and she was 18) being able to lift more than 300, let alone an additional 50 pounds, and still be able to do more from the looks of it. He wasn't exactly having an easy time of it, but not a hard one either. None of the sexy grunts, groans, and other noises as they pump their muscles to the max. He could definitely do more, especially since who she assumed his workout buddy (some seriously buff biker looking guy with a Mohawk and a couple of piercings who she might have found attractive despite the criminal type look if she hadn't already seen Mr. Sex God, indeed she did find him somewhat so but not as much) was kind of not really paying attention. He was the only other guy in the gym who even looked big enough to even be able to help get a weight like 350+ up off should an accident occur or something. At one of her old schools, their strongest athlete (football player naturally, they really loved football their and admittedly while she didn't care much for the sport itself she loved the hot players) Jordan had a max of about 310 bench press, which seemed pretty impressive considering the next strongest had been about 240 max. Jordan had been big too, but next to Sex God, he wasn't all that impressive. The clothes had actually been misleading and now that he had taken the jacket off and bared his arms, she could see just how misleading. The jacket had somehow (where he actually found one to be that big on his size she did not know) been able to be big enough on him to disguise his size since his arms were just massive python size. And his chest and pecs were very wide and broad. She was certain he must have had a very deep 6 or even 8 pack beneath his shirt considering his flat belly and mass. And, thankfully since most spent very unequal proportions which turned it from hot to disturbing to see the lower part, his legs were well in balanced proportion to his upper body and didn't look all off. Needless to say, legs were huge and his pants were very sexy hugging.

He finished his set and Mohawk guy seemed to suddenly be awake as he added another 7.5 on each side (since it was only 7.5 it must be near or at his max). This time as the bar went up, Mohawk was alert and ready although it turned out unneeded amazingly. As slow as it went up and down and the evident strain in the arms, with all of a sudden a lot of grunting which Heather couldn't figure out because it was really just 7.5 more than before and it hadn't been difficult then but she didn't know all about these things, Sex God managed 6 reps before jerking it and having Mohawk rack it up again. So that made…365, a probable 370-75 max of one rep. Holy crap. That was impressive. Mohawk helped Sex God up and all of a sudden both were bombarded by girls, or rather, Sex God. Mohawk managed to back away and no one really seemed to notice him surprisingly. Mohawk caught her eye and winks as he leaves the throng, clearly telling her he was going to not be near that dog pile. Heather winked back and Mohawk smiled as he walked off, giving her a good luck gesture as he pointed at the mass of girls. She shot him a confused look but he ignored it, just giving her some cryptic motion she had no idea what was supposed to mean. It looked like brushing crumbs off an imaginary table and eating something. Or maybe she was way off. Either way, she had no idea what the heck it was supposed to mean. Shrugging, Heather looked back, at Sex God besieged by girls who only came up to his shoulders. He looked ruefully around, his eyes begging for mercy as they all chattered at him at once. Heather felt a bit sorry for him but she smiled sweetly at him when his eyes found hers. His eyes blazed as he glared at her and she felt compelled and chastised to rescue him as she pushed through them and pulled him out saying "sorry ladies, but me and my brother need to go". One confident girl had the guts to actually walk up and trail her fingers down his arm as he again stood their awkwardly and Heather became very angry at her, feeling a bit possessive. Not that she technically had any right to be but he didn't seem to know what to do so it was up to her to put trampy back in her place.

"Hey, no touching allowed," Heather hissed at her. The girl turned and looked at her, surprised for a second for it didn't seem she was even aware Heather had even been there. She was kind of pretty, Heather supposed, if one happened to like trampy dumb looking blondes, which Heather decided all of a sudden she didn't. This was one of the types that used to make fun of her back in Ridgewood, all because she had been a little…overweight. It wasn't that bad, okay it was, but she didn't deserve that kind of treatment because she looked like…like that. It had gotten so bad and there had been that thing with that creepy stalker pervert, that Heather's family decided to move and Heather decided to reinvent herself. She went on a diet and training regimen and after a year had lost over 120 pounds and actually looked hot now, something other guys admired (other than for being looked at as an easy slut target for some reason since no one else would want a fat person) although…she still knew what they wanted and while she did want that as well, she didn't want it with some sleazy bastard who would leave her afterwards. She wanted someone who cared for her. Dumb blond Jane (she didn't care what any of their names were, she was just going to call them all Jane Doe) was giving her the death look. Heather returned one (better) and Jane looked away. Hah! Take that bitch! You don't mess with Heather and her man…uh, never mind that last part. Yet. Maybe in her dreams. But like she was going to let blonde mess with her! Pulling Sex God behind her, she sped walk away, making sure to dodge other girls who might want to mob him. He followed meekly behind her, obviously terrified of all the other girls who were only half his size which was really funny. Glancing nervously behind them, he kept rubbing his bull necklace muttering something under his breath that sounded like Spanish which was never a class Heather had really ever been good in unfortunately. Finally when they escaped the girls (hadn't he ever done this before? Surely he must be mobbed everywhere with looks like that and he looked like a regular attendee at that gym or at least knew Mohawk!)they went to a park bench and sat down for a rest. Suddenly he spoke to her something in Spanish and when she didn't respond, switched to a (also sexily, was there anything he did that wasn't? She was beginning to wonder) heavily accented English.

"T-thank you, my name is Alejandro, Alejandro Burromuerto." Burromuerto? While Heather wasn't good with Spanish, she recognized the word muerto which was death or dead or something. And she knew what a burro was. So his last name was…dead donkey? That was…different. Alejandro was blushing lightly after he said that. People probably always came to a similar conclusion when they heard his last name. He shrugged. "It is…a good name. A bit….embarassing….but it has family history you could say. What is your name?"

"Heather, Heather Aaronson." He gave a slight smile.

"Heather? That is a pretty name for a…a pretty girl," he said shifting nervously. Heather couldn't believe it but he seemed…nervous. He kept looking at her from under his eyelashes but so that it was hard for her to look directly at his eyes now. This was very different from how he had been in the gym when they collided and he pulled her up. Then his eyes held a blazing fire. Now they were just on a shy young looking face on a huge body. He was rubbing his wrists uncertainly, causing the muscles to flex and un-flex which was very distracting and begged to be jumped on. Before she did so, Heather asked him what she was wondering and to take her mind off of the…uh…interesting marvel.

"So Alejandro, how old are you?"

"18?" he said making it sound somewhat like a question. "Y-yeah, I'm going to have my birthday in a few days and am going to turn 18. So right now I'm 17." That wasn't as hard to believe as it would have been before considering he seemed to have little to no experience in talking to girls with the way he froze up in there and how nervous he was with just her. She guessed he either didn't get out much and had been a mama's boy or spent all his time with males or both." He looked at her breasts for a second, stiffened, and quickly looked away. It was a disadvantage for him to be so tall and not look at her.

"So, uh, thanks for um, you know, help-helping me back there. I don't know why they all just came over like that. Duncan didn't warn me or mention how…how aggressive girls are there. Usually I meet him elsewhere but for some reason he wanted me there today." So Mohawk dude had a name. Duncan. That name sounded oddly familiar but she couldn't imagine where she heard it or how she would have possibly known the buff biker punk guy.

"Would…would you like to come…come to my birthday party?" Alejandro asked stumbling. Oh god, Sex God was afraid of girls and still called it birthday parties (in the way a little kid does), asking it as a question. Clearly he was going to need help when it ever came to dating (unless he was gay but for some reason she doubted it, Mohawk dude…um, Duncan, on the other hand with the way he was scanning Alejandro over earlier probably was, or at the least bisexual) and he'd probably resort to getting advice from probably family or some other guy who'll probably give terrible advice. Alejandro was going to need her to save him from that. And if she got to have an additional benefit then that's good too. While she had hoped he would be her dream guy (so dang close except the fact that he didn't have much of a spine against girls and wasn't demanding or confident yet), she could at least be a friend for now and help him gain the needed confidence.

"Sure. When and what time?"

"It's at…at 549 Willow Acre at 5:30 to an unknown time. Mostly family will be there, and a few friends. Duncan will be there." He said excitedly. That explained Duncan. A friend. She did wonder if Alejandro knew of Duncan's…interests.

"How long were you and Duncan friends?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant. He didn't seem to notice a thing.

"Oh...about a year now. He's 20 and really cool. My brother Carlos brought him over to fix a roof, part of Duncan's required community service or something. Me and him hit it off real fast. He's real funny and nice. You should get to know him because I'll bet you like him." She thought of that wink he had thrown her as he left and odd hand gesture. What was that all about and why did he leave him when Alejandro had no experience at all with girls? Surely he must have either known or talked about it at least once with him.

"I'm sure I will. I'm sure." Heather said uncertainly although Alejandro didn't seem to pick up on it as his smile widened.

"It's going to be so much fun! You'll meet Carlos, Duncan, Papa and Mama, Julio, Julain, Santiago…" Alejandro started rattling off the whole list of relatives and friends which she tuned out as she would never remember that may names. The fates must hate her. The guy she liked seemed to have the mentality of a 5 year old. What did she do wrong?