Expect the Unexpected

Chapter Three

Pranks and Celebrations

On the quiet streets below the world was just waking up. The sun was still rising, the shop keeps were lifting up their display windows, the birds were chirping, and everything always felt so peaceful. Currently, Heather was wrapped up in a blanket on the fire escape watching the sun rise. She woke up early that morning to do a few small things before her big audition later that evening. Though for now, she was content just sipping her coffee and feeling the approaching autumn winds nip at her nose. Then, like clockwork, a loud yell alerted Heather to Duncan waking up. She gave another sip of her coffee before standing up. Today was off to a beautiful start.

Heather stepped off the fire escape and into the apartment, right when a boiling Duncan stomped into the living room . "What the hell did you do?" he screeched at her, his body practically sizzling.

She gave him a look over, pursing her lips in thoughts. "I should have tried to talk you out of buying those boxers. They're hideous," she sighed, hiding her smirk behind her mug. "I always thought you would be a brief's man, but you surprise me every day."

Duncan trampled across the living room towards her in a fit of rage. "I'm not talking about my underwear," he snarled at her, "I'm talking about this!" At his words, the angry man pointed right up to his, now separated, unibrow. "You shaved me in my sleep?!"

Heather just leered at him before brushing past him, making their shoulders collide. "I told you," she reminds him, walking to her room, "you shouldn't have put that spider on me." Heather is a lot of things, but forgiving wasn't how people usually described her. Duncan truly should have planned better.

The young tattoo artist just groaned as he watched her walk away. He should just be happy that he was even able to keep his eyebrows, especially with Heather. No matter, he would get her back eventually.

In fact, he got his revenge not even twenty minutes later.

Heather was in the bathroom, starting her morning off with a nice, warm, shower to wake herself up more. She always felt like it was important to start the day off clean and refreshed. Her fingers guided her smooth black hair back once she finished her second conditioning. Ever since Total Drama she took great care of her long locks, and made sure it got the healthiest of products into it. Even if Duncan constantly complained about how much space her items took up.

A shower was just the escape Heather needed from her crazy life. It was the only time when she could just relax, let the warm waters scatter over her, and pretend that the amazing water pressure was due to the fact that she was off in Bora Bora- not some city apartment with an annoying roommate. She let out a sigh of contentment, pushing her wet hair back. The lavender scented oils made its way into her nostrils, making her feel much calmer than she originally was that morning.

Then her little paradise was quickly halted due to the sound of porcelain meeting porcelain echoing in the bathroom. "What the fuck," she mumbled before moving the curtain back. She immediately spotted Duncan, well his back actually, currently using the toilet.

He turned his head slightly to look back at her. "What? I gotta piss!" he rolled his eyes at her as his stream of urine finally began.

Heather scoffed in annoyance. "You're such a pig! Couldn't you have waited for me to get out," she questioned, clutching the shower curtain tighter to both conceal herself and to hold back her anger.

"Would love to, but you take forever Queenie," he explained, giving himself a little shake. He could hear Heather mumble something along the lines of him being a 'bastard' before going back to her shower. With that, he leaned forward and smiled as he flushed the toilet. Duncan knew that when the toilet flushes while the shower runs, the toilet flushes with a stream of cold water, and because the toilet shares a cold water line with the shower, the shower loses pressure from the cold water line. Without the cold water to even out the hot, the shower can become insanely hot. Which was then proven right by Heather's sudden scream. He adjusted his zipper and turned around right as Heather was practically leaping out of the shower, the steam suddenly clogging the room. He let out a loud belly laugh, clutching his midsection as he did so.

Heather, now soaking wet, glared at him before grabbing the soap bar and chucking it right at him. It probably was the only thing in the bathroom that wouldn't actually hurt him, but it still got her point across. "You're such an asshole," she cried out.

"Well you deserve it for shaving my eyebrows," he reminded her, wiping a tear from his eye, "and for hogging the shower."

Heather crossed her arms as she stared at him with pure disdain. The fury was just bubbling in her chest. "Didn't you learn shower etiquette in prison?" She knew it was a low blow, but the kid deserved it! His little joke nearly burnt her skin off! Duncan's face visibly tensed at her remark. His eyes didn't move from her own, and Heather wasn't budging either. She had won more intense stare down than this in the past, and Duncan was no-

"You're naked by the way," he smirked right at her. This of course won him their little game. She let out a little scream as she looked down. Suddenly remembering how she literally jumped out the shower to yell at him, Heather hopped right back in to hide her dignity- well whatever was left of it. "You have a great ass by the way," Duncan called out as he turned toward the door, "one of the best I've ever seen."

"Get the fuck out," Heather yelled at him, nearly feral with anger. She really couldn't stand him! Who the fuck did he think he was to comment on her butt?! She was seething with anger, even when she heard the door shut. Heather tried to rinse herself off with the now stable water. Once she completed that, she practically pranced to her room; with the towel wrapped tightly around her. She needed to get ready for her big nutcracker audition anyhow. She wouldn't let someone as stupid as Duncan distract her with his little jokes.

Heather got herself prepared for her audition as efficiently as she could. This was her first audition since living in the city, and she wanted it to be perfect. She knew she would have it in the bag if it was up to her dancing, but some things in the industry didn't rely only on dance alone. It was a complicated industry, but it was her passion. She needed to be competitive to succeed in the world of dance, and everyone knew if Heather was one thing- it was competitive. She got dressed in her pink tights, black leotard, of course she picked out a pair that would arch high on her hips so that her hips would be longer, and made sure her hair was sleek back in a proper ballerina bun. She walked out of her room, holding her dancing bag tight, before leaving the apartment.

The process of auditions could go on for days, but thankfully for Heather this director has only about four select choices for the part of The Sugar Plum Fairy. Heather wasn't even particularly sure how this high end director found out about her, but when she got the invitation to audition she couldn't pass it up. Heather assumed it was most likely her old ballet teacher, who was insanely connected, that got her the spot. She was only three years old when her parents found Jean Val Petit, a french man who moved from Paris to Canada for unknown reasons. He was world famous for his ability to teach the best of the best ballet, so, of course, Heather was one of his first Canadian students.

She had in fact run into him only weeks ago, back when she lived at home with her parents. She mentioned that she had trouble finding good auditions. He insisted that he would end that matter quickly for her. Now that she thought about it… Jean definitely got her this audition.

The auditions went pretty quick to Heather's surprise. She had the steps memorized since she was a little girl, so performing it now as an adult was like sleep walking; natural. She performed the selected choreography that the casting director sent to her beforehand. Then the others performed, and although they were good, they weren't Heather. Of course, they kept switching the girls in and out of doing the dance as solos, duets, and even once or twice as an entire group. But to Heather, it didn't matter how they wanted her to perform it, because she was going to be better than the rest either way.

It took about eight hours just to watch, analyze, and deliberate which of the girls got the part. Although she would never admit it to herself, Heather did get somewhat nervous as the number of girls trickled down. The crew must have figured out what they wanted and kept sending one girl home after each new time the dance was performed. Till finally, she was the last woman standing, and the director announced that they have decided to go with her for the role. "I got the part? I got the part!" She cheerfully smiled before giving a thank you to the director and casting manager. She couldn't drop the grin from her face, even when the director was going over the details of their practice dates and other information. She easily was able to keep her formal attitude up, but inside she was still jumping for joy.

Once dismissed, Heather started a fast walk home. She just wanted to celebrate, even if the only person she knew in this city was the last person she should be going out with.

She opened the door to the apartment with no time to wait. She found Duncan had also just gotten home from his work at the tattoo parlor; his little sketch pad laying on the table was a dead give away of this. He never went anywhere without that thing. She originally would have never pegged Duncan as an artist, but he seemed to be quite busy with his clients. Which had to mean something right?

Before her eyes could linger on the sketch pad any longer, and before curiosity could take over, Duncan walked into the living room from his bedroom, wearing nothing but his black boxers. "What are you smiling for?"

She sat on the edge of the sofa, her legs crossed over one another. "Because I got the part, which means I want to go out tonight," she explained to him rather bluntly, "and since most of my friends have significant others or children, you're coming with me."

Duncan raised his, now separated, eyebrows at her. He took her in for a moment, trying to see if this was some sick joke. Why would she want to go out with him? They hated one another! "So, because you have no friends- I have to go out to whatever lame place you want to go tonight," he repeated, seeing if he saw the situation correctly.

Heather's smile finally flattened into a thin line, well as thin of a line as her plump lips would allow. "I do have friends, dickhead! It's just that none of them are ever able to just go out at the drop of the hat. They're all- coupled up, or need permission from their significant other, and I don't feel like dealing with that tonight. Which means I have to suck it up and take some shots with you of all people."

Duncan's interest was now raised at the word 'shots'. "Deal, but you're paying," he agreed before grabbing his sketch pad and heading to his room. As much as Heather irked him, he wasn't the type of guy to give up the opportunity to drink. Especially if she wanted to go to a club. He needed some fun in his life, and a club was just the place for him to find his fun in the form of a hot girl to take home for the night. He wasn't necessarily sex starved, in fact before Heather was living with him, he had a new girl every other night. But now, he needed the release.

As the rest of the afternoon turned into the night, Heather and Duncan both exited the apartment building together. Heather was wearing a black, leather skirt, with a matching black leather bra for a shirt. However, over the bra she wore a black, mesh, tiny pearl bead embellished top that went from her neck to the wrist. It didn't exactly cover her at all, but she looked hot and that was all she cared about. Duncan on the other hand wore a nice fitted pair of black jeans, with a notched collared, black and green with tiny white lines separating the two colors, vertically striped shirt.

"You're surely giving off a lot of douchebag vibes tonight," Heather stated as they climbed into the cab.

Duncan scowled at her as he sat next to her. He looked her up and down with a shake of his head. "Well, you look nice," he complimented, thus throwing Heather off.

She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she looked at him, trying to read whatever was about to come out his mouth. "Really?" she asked.

"Yeah, you look good," he nodded at her, seeming sincere. He looked ahead at the cab driver, telling him the address of the club they planned on going to. He leaned back into his seat and looked back at Heather, "but I really preferred what I saw in the bathroom this morning."

There it was; there was the Duncan she knew. Heather hit him in the arm with her clutch purse. "Pervert," she insulted before huffing out in annoyance. Living with Duncan definitely earned her a drink or two; well actually about ten drinks if she was being honest.

The cab came to an abrupt end pretty quickly. Heather wasn't really sure what this club was, but from the line of people outside of it, it must be very popular. She exited the cab to hear the music practically pounding inside of the club. She took a step towards the line before feeling a hand pressed against the small of her back. She looked back to see Duncan, who was now leading her towards the bouncer. "What's up Derek?" Duncan smiled at the large man at the front door.

The large man turned his head towards them. The only thing Heather could say to describe him was that the man looked as though he could swallow DJ whole, and still have some room for a protein shake. "My man," the bouncer, now known as Derek, fist bumped the former- maybe even current- delinquent with a smile. "Thanks again for the tat, my daughter loves it."

Duncan nodded his head in understanding, "for sure, dude. You know I do the best work. Just make sure to come back next week for me to finish that coloring." Heather couldn't help but look up at Duncan in quiet amazement. He had connections?

"You know I'll be there, now come on in," Derek insisted before opening the rope for them, "make sure to show the lady a good time." Duncan sent a teasing smirk in Heather's direction before leading her inside. The crowd behind them seemed to get unsettled on how they got in that easily, but neither Heather nor Duncan listened to them. Duncan said a quick thank you to the bouncer before they got stuck inside.

The lights were shifting between green and red at a very fast pace. Heather figured if anyone with a serious medical issue even glanced inside they would be in trouble. But all she cared about was the music. She loved to dance, and ballet wasn't her only form of expressing this passion. "We'll do two rounds of shots then I'm dancing," Heather reminded him as they both made their way to the large bar in the center of the club.

Duncan looked at her as they finally reached their destination. He was practically shouting just for her to hear him over the music. "You'll be dancing by yourself then. I don't dance, Queenie," he said, leaning into her ear to inform her of this.

Heather rolled her eyes at him before having a bartender come in front of them. She lifted up four fingers and proudly pronounced the words 'tequila shots' to the bartender. To which the bartender just nodded before pouring four shots of what Heather believed to be Patron into the shot glasses, and placing them right down in front of her. Duncan lifted two of them and handed the other to Heather as she gave the bartender her card for a tab. "To you and your little ballet thing. I hope this means you'll be out of my hair more," he toasted, hitting their glasses together.

Heather leered at him for a moment before tossing her drink back right as Duncan did. The pair put their glasses on a table with a loud thud. The alcohol suddenly sent a warm feeling swirling in Heather's stomach till it eventually went around her entire body. "And this one will be to you finally having two eyebrows," she smirked, lifting her own glass up.

"That may be what you're drinking to," Duncan shook his head as he held the tequila shot up, "but I will be toasting to the fact that I got to see your boobs today. Now it'll just be me, Harold, and Alejandro in the 'I've seen Heather's rack' club." Duncan could feel her deadly stare as he downed the shot, but at that point he just found her anger to be hilarious.

His joke caused Heather to shoot her drink down much faster than her first, now just fueled by her annoyance for him. "You are so going to regret that," she threatened before turning away to the dance floor, looking to forget about her troubles for the night.

Duncan didn't think twice about her little comment. He was just happy that she left her tab open. He continued to drink by himself for quite a while, putting several Crown and cokes on to Heather's bill. He didn't even realize it had been about an hour and half of him just enjoying his drinks and people watching, until finally a very lovely woman slid up next to him.

"Hey there," she questioned him, twirling a piece of hair around her finger. care to dance?" If her body language didn't que Duncan in on her flirting, her eyes definitely gave it away. Just because he was suddenly feeling tipsy, didn't mean he was an idiot who could pass by on such a hot dame.

"I don't dance sweetheart," he regretted informing her. He leans slightly towards her, his voice now thick and dripping with lust, "but I wouldn't mind buying you a drink."

Heather was on the opposite side of the situation, she kept denying the sleazy men trying to get behind her to dance. She was a solo act, and none of these men were even worth her time. When she finally pushed away what felt like the tenth guy of the night, she turned her head to see Duncan chatting with some chick. That's exactly when her little revenge scheme came into play.

Duncan was slowly wrapping an arm around the girl, who's name he still forgot to get, "well, if you want to get out of here or just go somewhere quiet-," he began to hint at her. But suddenly, his arm was grabbed by someone else.

"There you are," Heather exclaimed with excitement, holding onto his arm, "oh baby I've been looking for you all night." Although her face may have shown sincerity, Duncan knew her well enough to see the wickedness dance in her eyes. "You just look so good tonight," she complimented him before turning to the girl, "doesn't he?"

"Baby?" the woman repeated, showing concern. "Is this your girlfriend," she asked with a hand on her hip and a scowl on her face.

"No!" Duncan immediately shook his head, holding his hands up in a defensive position.

"Yes! How could you say that, baby" Heather turned towards him. She stared up at him with wide eyes, and pretended as if she was naive to why he'd disagree with her.

Duncan sent a fire filled scowl at Heather. If looks could kill, she would be lying as dead as a doornail on the floor. "Seriously? You want to go down that road," he challenged her.

Heather's jaw dropped as she looked at him. If he didn't know how good of an actress she was, he would think she was really hurt by his words. "Why are you being like this? You weren't saying that last night when we made love, remember that?"

Duncan's once possible lay for the night sneered at him. She lifted her drink and splashed it onto Duncan's face. "Pig!" she insulted before looking at Heather, "do yourself a favor and leave him sweetie. I know his type."

Heather didn't drop her concerned face until she turned to see the chick melt away into the crowd. Only then did she let go of Duncan's arm with a laugh. "Ha! Serves you right for coming into my bathroom."

Her laugh died down only slightly when she turned to see a still piping mad, and now wet, Duncan glaring at her. "You are so dead when we get home," he warned her. He then turned and waved down the bartender to close them out. He was more than ready to leave.

Heather moved forward once the bill was placed on the counter top. She signed her name and made sure to leave a tip before looking back at Duncan. Maybe it was the buzz she felt from all the shots she took from the floor service, but she felt oddly brave at that moment. "What are you going to do? Spank me?" she raised an eyebrow at him. Duncan grabbed her wrist, surprisingly gently, and made way to the exit. Heather was tailing after him with her heart beating quickly in her chest.

However the excitement vanished once they got into a cab and sat in awkward silence for the remainder of the ride. They barely spoke even with Duncan's annoyance now diminishing. She could feel his rage just die down the closer they got to the apartment. When they finally pulled up to the complex, Duncan finally let out a little laugh.

"What?" Heather raised an eyebrow at him as she opened her door. Her face washed over in confusion. This man truly was a mystery to her. One moment he was piping mad and cutting the night short, the next minute he's laughing in the back of the cab.

Duncan hands the cab driver the fare as well as a tip before exiting the vehicle with Heather. He patted at his pants to find his keys while walking over to the front doors. "Oh nothing," he shook his head, finally deciding to answer her, "you're just funny."

Heather's confusion didn't seem to disappear at that answer. "What exactly does that mean?" she crossed her arms over her chest while waiting for the elevator doors to open. She didn't exactly care for him laughing at her. She got him good! He was supposed to be upset that she ruined his chances with that girl! That was how the game worked!

Duncan looked into her eyes for a moment, noticing the glossy overlay. He was pretty sure that he didn't see Heather take anymore drinks at the bar, but he wouldn't have been surprised if she had gotten some from the dance floor service. It was then, noticing her own drunkenness did Duncan suddenly realize how dizzy he felt. "It means that you got me in a funny way," he comments, leaning over for them to get slightly closer. "Take the compliment, Queenie. You won."

Did she always smell like cinnamon? Or did she just sneak in some fireball between dances?

Heather stared at him for a minute, noticing the little room between them. For a moment she felt a heavy tension between them. She normally could have just been happy with the mention of her winning something, however the scene of Duncan practically dragging her out of the club made its way back into her mind. And worst of all.. it wasn't humiliation she was feeling!

Damn shots.

The bubble of tension suddenly popped as the elevator rang before opening its doors for them. The pair of intoxicated roommates shuffled inside, hit the button for their designated floor, and waited in silence. Neither spoke another word as they stumbled their way out of the elevator, down the hall, and into their own little apartment. They both gave one another a courtesy wave of goodnight before retreating to the safety of their rooms. The moment the pair fell onto their beds, their clouded thoughts seemed to get worse; the effects of alcohol always did turn bad once you finally laid down. Each of them separately thought back to the day's events that led them to this unspoken tension.

Duncan remembered the memory of finally seeing the woman he once lusted after naked in the bathroom. While Heather felt an odd itch on her skin as she thought back to Duncan's dark eyes on her at the club. Neither could place exactly what that meant for them. They both knew deep down these moments would fade from their memory once they woke up the next day, but it didn't feel good in their drunken moments to be focusing on their very annoying roommate.

Especially, an annoying roommate that they once kissed.. well kissed twice if one included their kiss for the challenge on Total Drama Action.

Authors Note: Once again, thank you all for the favs, follows, and comments. I won't lie, seeing that this story is getting some love definitely fuels me to keep writing. So, I have officially decided to try and make myself upload a chapter every Monday. I am thankfully very far ahead which means I have a lot of content to give!

Did anyone catch on to what I mean by that last sentence? ;) Don't worry, all will be revealed in Chapter 4.

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