Author's Note:

Warning: Alcohol, Sex and slight Cursing mentioned (it's not really that bad but ya know, I mentioned it… Don't drink kids.) Anyway, seems like Heather has realized the one thing we all knew from the very beginning. And it only took 8 chapters of blood, sweat and tears for me to make her admit it.

Heather:

Heather was still thinking of the horrifying discovery she had just made for exactly what she felt for Alejandro, when reality brought her back. Namely in the form of Ricardo repeatedly saying her name over and over again.

"Heather? Heather! Hello! Earth to Heather!" Ricardo abruptly shouted into her ear.

Reality was louder than she remembered.

"Ack! Okay I'm back now, happy?" Heather snapped, putting a hand over her left ear, and cut off any noise for a few seconds while her ear adjusted to the volume.

"Actually, yes I am." Ricardo nodded, unable to hold back the smug smile dancing on his lips.

"Keep that smile on your face any longer and you'll be out like a light." Heather threatened, effectively dropping the smile into a little frown.

Heather smirked and took in her surroundings. Things seemed to be going quite well. All the guest seemed happy enough, no one had yet come and accuse her of trying to kill Alejandro. The girls had taken the liberty of splitting themselves into separate jobs for the evening, Lindsay handling the guests, Courtney organizing the schedule with different music and foods that would be shuffled in and out of the ballroom, Bridgette handled the front area where people dropped off their cars and would be let in if they were on the guest list (with the help of the body guards Heather had graciously hired for their protection), and Gwen was making sure the decorations inside and out would hold for the next few hours, and would make modifications if needed. She hated to admit it, but for once, Alejandro had actually went and helped her out. Only a little of course.

She was about to walk off to do go and boss the girls around for fun, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her. She turned and found Ricardo nervously looking at her, rocking his feet. "Would you care for a dance this evening?" He asked, with a small goofy smile on his face. Heather laughed and said in mocking tone, "Of course, gardener."

She set the clipboard down on a table near by and with both of her hands free, placed her left hand on his shoulder, and the other, clasped his hand. Ricardo then placed his hand on Heather's hip while she warned "Go and higher or lower and you're so dead."

He laughed, "Of course, I'm not a total slob you know." "Mhmm" Heather hummed, rolling her eyes.

They did a little waltz, which led them into the garden out the back door. Heather could tell Ricardo was struggling to keep rhythm, something she found very funny. She laughed under her breath, taking the lead, which Ricardo had no complaint over. She even twirled and dipped him, as he awkwardly tried to keep pace. He had subdued himself into the girl's position in this waltz, being lead by Heather.

Heather laughed again. But a dark thought had crossed her mind, something she thought Ricardo should consider before he made a move on Esmerelda. She took a deep breath before asking, "Ricardo, I know you really like Esmerelda, and you do care for her. But what happens if she doesn't return your feelings? Or even worse, she finds it so disgusting and weird that she doesn't want you as a friend anymore? Are you really willingly to lose your friendship with Esmerelda with a potential romance that even you aren't sure could work out?"

Heather waited for his response, she waited for him to say how right she was, or how that could never happen, that even if they can't be lovers, he'd be fine with "just friends". She didn't hear him say anything. Ricardo was still thinking over what Heather had thought of, showing through his facial expressions: confident, contemplating, realization, worry, fear.

His voice cracked when he replied, "I honestly don't know, I don't know if she'd be disgusted by my love for her, but I also don't know if she might even feel the same way for me." Sighing, Ricardo had his answer, "I may not know, but I love her too much to never try to find the answer. Heather, I'd never be able to live with myself if I was too scared to even try."

Blinking in both shock and respect for Ricardo, Heather answered back in a mutter, "Wow, that's probably the wisest thing I've ever heard you say."

Raising an eyebrow, Ricardo then took in a breath of his own and asked the one question Heather had hoped he would never ask "Okay then, I need to ask you a question… What are your feelings for Alejandro Burromuerto? And don't eventry to act like I haven't seen you look at him before Heather, I know something's up between you two."

Ricardo had this look of certainty on his face as if he just knew. As if she shouldn't try to lie or deny. She did anyway.

"I don't have the slightest idea of what you're talking about…" Heather nervously answered, cringing at her voice cracking under the pressure.

Ricardo figured that Heather wasn't ready to talk about this just yet. And if he pushed her about it, she may just shut him up about it completely. So he dropped the subject. They stood there for what seemed like years, until a happy voice brought both of them out of their thoughts. When Ricardo looked up, his eyes went wide and he gulped as he tried to eye Heather into getting out of here. Heather hadn't caught the message, so she turned her head to find Esmerelda and Joséstanding there.

She mentally slapped herself for not catching on any sooner.

"Hello, you must be Heather." José said, with a hint of knowing in his voice. He gave her a sinister smile, intending to scare her with the possibility of sharing her little secret to the entire family. Heather only glared back in return, unafraid, but worried. If José wanted to, he could ruin everything.

He slowly walked up to Heather, leaned into her face, and whispered "I have to say, I enjoyed your betrayal and rejection for Al very much. Probably the worst thing that ever happened to him, really. It was quite the sight to behold." as he chuckled darkly to himself. He must have some twisted satisfaction with Alejandro failing… The bas****. His twisted words took its toll on Heather as she tried to back away. She needed a quick way to distract him fast… And speak of the devil, Courtney had picked just the right time to bother Heather with the wires having a malfunction on the speakers.

"Courtney! Just the girl I wanted to see." Heather said completely relieved.

"Yeah, whatever, listen up, one of the wires for the speakers isn't working and I need you to-" Courtney tried to explain until Heather cut her off.

Roughly pulling Courtney towards José, Courtney practically slammed into José, causing both of them to blush. Heather quickly introduced the two to each other, making them awkwardly stand there trying to start a conversation while Heather slipped away, taking Courtney's clipboard in the process. When she was but a few feet away from them, she saw that Courtney and José had really hit it off.

"Hey, I'm Courtney…" Courtney said holding her hand out for José to shake.

"It's a pleasure to meet you miss." José said back, a sly smirk playing on his face.

If she didn't know any better, she'd say that they actually enjoyed each other's company right now. Smirking for another ingenious escape, she huffed and looked over the notes Courtney made. Neat handwritten notes in their own categories, she saw that the speakers needed to be fixed or replaced.

Grumbling to herself on the stupid technicians who couldn't even fix a lightbulb if their lives depended on it, she quickly made a call to a repair shop that could send someone over in the next 10 minutes to look over the speakers.

With that handled, Heather won't have to worry about the horrible older brother for some time, which was a huge relief on her part.

She took out her phone and texted Gwen: Repair guys should arrive soon to check on speakers, help them and don't screw up.

She then got a reply from Gwen: Got it, and I don't screw up btw!

Rolling her eyes, she put her phone away, and thought about getting a drink at the bar.

Alejandro:

Alejandro had met up with many of his aunts and uncles who all complimented him on his fiancé. A few cousins of his, who still acted as if they were in the 6th grade, congratulated him on such a "hot girl" and how much fun the sex was going to be. Things he certainly didn't want to think about. Besides, it's not like any of them have even come close to holding a girl's hand, at the very least. Even the elders seemed so supportive of his extremely early marriage, talking about how they, themselves had married young and were very happy. It all disgusted him.

He was obviously not getting a single rebuff on the matter, and that was that.

He was just about ready to go to the bar and order a vodka or any alcoholic drink that would make this experience less painful when he ran into his obviously drunk cousin, Marcos. Marcos was the sort of guy who could always keep everyone happy, quite the comedian actually. But right now, he was well through his 8th drink of wine and giggling uncontrollably as he swung his arm around Alejandro's shoulders. He hiccuped a few times and mumbled something about fruits. Alejandro rolled his eyes in distress. Wonderful, now I get to drive my drunk cousin home. Marcos actually lived not too far from here so it wouldn't take long but Alejandro was in no mood to be helpful to his bumbling idiot of a cousin.

Like I have a choice… he sighed as he dragged Marcos the best he could down the stairs leading to the garage. Kicking the door open, he picked the sliver sports car and grabbed the keys. When the car unlocked, Alejandro quickly opened the door and threw Marcos into the back seat. As he regained himself, he straightened out his suit and got into the driver seat. Starting the ignition, he pressed a button on the roof of the sports car, opening the garage door. As he backed out, he saw Bridgette with one of the body guards as she was letting people in. She turned her attention to the sports car, and recognized the face instantly, smile turning into a shocked, opened mouth, and wide-eyed expression, as he sat smug in driver's seat. He did a little salute, quickly getting out onto the road with the turn of the steering wheel.

He laughed to himself, the look on her face was absolutely priceless. Making a few turns, and stopping at some stop lights. He was at Marcos house in about 7 minutes. In a somewhat slow and difficult process with the fact that Marcos was struggling to stand up straight. Alejandro dragged him to the front door of his home, took the house keys out of his pockets, unlocked the front door and finally placed him on the couch. With everything Alejandro had just gotten through, he couldn't wait for Marcos's hangover to kick in the next morning. In the kitchen, he took a bottle of fine wine that he contemplated on drinking, but knew it would be no good if he was caught driving drunk. So he just grabbed a plastic bag and placed the bottle in it to bring back home.

On the way out, he grabbed a paper and pen and wrote:

You were drunk so I took you back home.

Next time, don't drink too much, it was bad enough

without you talking about a tomato

being a fruit.

- Alejandro

P.S. I took some of your wine, don't tell my parents. After

what you did drunk, you better hope I don't blackmail

you.

Grabbing some tape, he stuck the note on Marcos's face, while Marcos snored loudly. Driving back up the driveway and into the garage. He made sure everything was back into place before he tried to sneak the bottle of wine into the house. If he was caught with it, either he'd be scolded for being irresponsible and that would look bad on his parents, or forced to share so he wouldn't be told on. Making his way upstairs, he heard an all too familiar voice.

"What? What do you mean you have no more wine?" Heather shouted, looking annoyed, while the poor bartender tried to calm her down.

"Hey look, I'm sorry but some other guy was here and bought practically all of the wine we had. Now I could get you something else or-" He tried to say before Heather cut him off.

"I just want some wine pal. Get me some or you're dead" Heather growled through gritted teeth, glaring murderously at the bartender. The bartender squeaked, unsure of how to handle the wrath of a 16-year old girl with a serious attitude problem. Alejandro decided to spare the poor man and come to his aid.

"Hello Heather, I couldn't help but notice your dilemma. Perhaps I can help?" he smoothly said, plastic bag behind him.

Rolling her eyes, she said bluntly, "I don't have time for you, I'm annoyed, stressed and would really like some wine right about now." looking back at the bartender.

He just sighed as he pulled her away from the bar and up the stairs. When they were upstairs all alone, he revealed the bottle of wine to her, her glare softening. "Oh…" she said slightly ashamed for snapping at him so quickly.

"Yes, it appears I have just what you're looking for, and I'm more than willing to share with you." Alejandro responded with. "Of course if you'll…" he added, hinting.

"If I what?" she asked him, skeptical of what he was going to suggest. "Careful with what you say, I had my nails sharpened." Heather warned him.

"Well, I was just going to suggest a picnic over on the other side of the city, at this park I used to go to as a child. It would be so much fun." he explained, grinning.

He watched as she thought his offer over. "Might I add that there would be no way for us to be caught? We'd be perfectly safe." Sighing, Heather asked "I'm still going to come whether I like it or not, won't I?"

He shrugged his shoulders mockingly, "Perhaps."

"Fine, I'll come." She said, gritting her teeth for agreeing so easily.

So he asked that she go back and change into different clothes, but bring their evening clothing with them in a bag, in case they needed to change back quickly. And explained for her to go down to the garage when she was done and wait for him at the sliver sports car.

And with that they quickly departed, getting ready to spend some time together.

When he made it back downstairs again, he saw Heather wearing a black tank top, blue jeans and her red flats, her long raven hair loose from the bun and oddly enough curly, which was a nice change for her.

"Jerky guys first." Heather said as she opened the car door for him.

Smirking, he got in and waited as Heather took the passenger seat next to him. When they both had seat belts on and he had the car started, they made off onto the road, heading up north to Alejandro's old childhood memories.

Authors Note:

Well, …here's something new and not stupid for me to write. Hurray! So what awaits them? Will I make it cute and shit or will I darken up the story?