Amazons were in first class, again. Gwen was reading a book, sitting opposite from her was Courtney who was thinking, god knows what. Heather had stood on the golden couch, and opened up the air vents, climbing inside, Gwen and Courtney were confused, and stared.
What is she doing?" Gwen asked Courtney.
"Beats me." Courtney said unamused.
"Unless she has suddenly turned into Izzy and is looking for elves I'd say it has something to do with Alejandro." Gwen said to Courtney, looking up at Heather.
"If I didn't know any better, I would think Heather liked him." Courtney cocked her eyebrow.
"Ha, ew." Gwen laughed. "That;s like, the grinch having a crush on somebody." Gwen gigled, putting her book to the side.
"I know, yuck! Picture her dried up, black, little heart fawning out, lighting up with love." Courtney said teasing Heather. Heather banged her head in the air vents, than twisting and turning. "I am not in love!" She yelled, it echoed through the air vents. She stuck her head out to look down onto Gwen and Courtney. "I am thinking about our team. I'm trying to sneak back into loser class to eaves drop." She wiggled her pointer finger. "With DJ back there with him, Alejandro has free range to make an alliance." She moved around in the air vents. "Ugh! Why'd we have to win in dumb Paris." She growled.
"Sorry, we can stop trying." Gwen answered, putting her off.
"Eww gross, what is this?" Heather whined, showing them a purple toothbrush, Sierra squealed saying she had been looking for Cody's new toothbrush, as Cody groaned.
"Ok Heather, I think you need to consider, chilling out?" Courtney said, she was worried for her, she hadn't been acting like herself lately. Heather scurried through the air vents, with a pencil and sketchbook in her mouth, crawling to economy.
"I don't know what to say to him." Owen pointed his pointer fingers together, thinking about what to say to DJ. Alejandro had really gotten through to them all. "I've always been the alliancey, no the alliancer."
"It's like asking a girl out, only she's a guy." Noah said to Owen, who pretended to understand.
"Oh, ahem." Owen coughed. "Uh, Hey DJ, hey." He waved to DJ who sat on the opposite side of the plane. "uh you wanna go for hot dogs with my buddy Noah? He said your legs are nice." Owen than precoded to wolf whistle. DJ looked worried, and gulped.
"Yeah, because that's exactly what I told him to say." Noah said sarcastically, half asleep.
"One can not blunder into an alliance, friends." Alejandro spoke up, crossed arms facing Noah and Owen.
"Why couldn't you go so Lindsay could still be here!" Tyler said angrily and forceful to DJ who frowned.
"Anger also doesn't help." Alejandro pointed out.
"Listen I'm sorry I tried ok. But you only have to put up with me for one more day." DJ shot back, the squeak in his voice showing how scared he was.
"Going somewhere DJ?" Alejandro asked, he was faking sincere.
"I'm losing the next challenge." DJ squinted his eyes and crossed his arms.
"What!" Heather fell out of the air vents, with a pencil and sketchbook in site. "Ow." She said hitting the ground with Alejandro's face lighting up with a smirk.
"What have we here?" He asked slyly.
Heather picked herself up to her knees, sniffing around before realising it was Owen's feet. "Eww." She plugged her nose before Alejandro could cut in.
"Doing a little spying, are we?" He asked rhetorically.
Heather started to stutter out of nervousness. "I uh, uh dropped my pen." She said picking up her Pen and sketchpad. "See, no scheming, just scribbling. Owen, I am issuing you a ticket for fashion crimes." Heather scribbled something down on her piece of paper, handing it to Owen. She thought it would get Alejandro's mind of her "spying." "Your socks reek."
"Oh am I wearing socks, ha." Owen laughed. "I can't even see my feet." Owen looked at his feet. Heather got up off the ground, before Alejandro could wink at her, she walked back into first class, angry.
"How was it?" Courtney asked. Alejandro was attractive, everyone could see that.
"I hate him." She growled, before sitting back down on a golden char. Courtney giggled, placing her hand up to her mouth.
The challenge was coming upon them, and they had no idea that Chef would be throwing everyone out of the plane, into water. It was terrifying really, Alejandro got pushed out with his team mates, who were a wreck when they got into the water, splashing everywhere and screaming. He didn't see Heather though, too say he was worried was an understatement, his forehead wrinkled and he looked for the girl, who finally got thrown out of the plane, holding a golden cushion from first class.
DJ started to splash around, and looked like he could drown, so Heather swam over to him, with her cushion, giving the cushion to him, and then asking to be in an alliance with him. Alejandro frowned, and swam after her.
"Care to join me in an alliance?" Heather asked DJ. Alejandro went up behind her, tapping her shoulder, she turned around with a smile, but frowned when she saw him.
"You're asking him that now?" Alejandro said to Heather, he wasn't really asking, more putting on a show for DJ.
"You're just jealous." Heather growled, poking Alejandro's chest, which brought her pain. "Because you didn't think of it!" Heather smirked, looking happy with herself on how smart she was.
"Acutally, I would've asked him before delivering the cushion." Alejandro smirked back. "But you do what's right for you." Heather looked around nervous, she was worried about how good he was, he was, great.
In the confessional, Heather sat looking dazed, smiling, cheeky. "Oh he is good." She sighed, bringing her hands together, clasping, and holding them near her face lovingly. "I want the tape, give me the tape! How do you open this thing?" She shook the camera, trying to get the footage.
The race to the finish line was tough, not only did the Amazons not show up, but Heather was the only one from the Amazons there. Team Chris and DJ where there, but she was alone. She hated losing, Alejandro was doing the arrogant smirk at her, making her feel uncomfortable as she wiggled around trying to hide herself, her clothes felt wrong when he looked at her like that, she wanted a jacket, or maybe a scarf.
"Where are they?" Heather hissed, she looked around for her team, but they weren't seen. Heather had her hand covering her face, looking out for her team. Alejandro giggled, it caught his team off guard, they've never seen him so cheery before, he was laughing at Heather. Noah nudged Owen, who just said an "Ow." and looked very confused.
"Ok Everybody, it's time for the next leg. Since team Amazon were the big losers they're out." Heather gasped, her team couldn't do anything right. "They'll have to clean the fish and the lobsters the other teams brought in, and shuck all these giant clams!" Chris announced, sounding excitedly evil.
"When the whole team gets here right." Heather snarled, she wasn't going to do the job, and Alejandro couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah, but you're here." Chris pointed at Heather with a Clam in his hand.
"Not as a team, I'm just here as me." Heather put her hand on her chest.
"And I'm here as a guy hosting a schwinky beach shindig in a couple of hours which he needs some clean and beautiful clams for. Shuck em up sister." Chris threw the clam, hitting Heather in the face. Alejandro had to bite his lips, it was hilarious to see her get so angry.
"Eugh, they are going to pay!" Heather called out at sea, knowing her team couldn't hear her.
"I thought the team who brings in sea food gets a special reward." Alejandro spoke up, you could practically hear the arrogance come out of his mouth
"You do, you get to watch Heather shuck clams, how's that for an award?" Chris asked sarcastically.
"Fair enough." Alejandro nodded his head with a large, stupid grin on his face. Heather growled.
Team Chris and DJ had all gone aside, either to the shore, or around the land, apart from Alejandro, he was watching Heather shuck clams. "Can you leave?" Heather demanded him.
"I would, but watching you shuck clams is more interesting." Alejandro sat on the table, his legs on the seat around the table, while Heather sat on the seat.
"Go!" She pointed, speaking louder. Alejandro just shrugged, until Heather threw clam guts at him and giggled. "Now go." She smiled innocently. Alejandro was shocked, she's never done anything like this before. He knew she was joking around with him, but could she really be doing this, now? It was a competition.
"Really?" Alejandro asked, cocking his eye brow. Alejandro grabbed one of the clams and threw it at her.
"Gross!" Heather shrieked, nudging Alejandro, he tilted backwards.
"Hey!" Chris yelled at them, the next challenge is starting, get inside." He announced. Chris mumbled "Damn teens." as Alejandro and Heather walked inside, trying hard not to laugh.
Although they might of been getting a long, sort of, for a few seconds, it didn't stop Heather from putting Owens dirty, smelly, sock into his dish."
So I was thinking the next chapter could be the party? But I don't know yet, it'd probably be really short. :) Thank you for reviewing it means a lot and I wish you guys all the best for 2013. I know my 2013 is already looking so good. :)