"Last Time on Total Drama Ultimate, a heatwave hit the island and the campers decided to get some soft serve. The Running Roosters set up a meeting and decided that they wanted to take a Catfish for their team. The challenge was about to start, but before that, the Roosters decided to take Carrie under their wing. For the challenge, the teams had a couple of hours to produce a fun little play. The play had to involve a kiss and four actors. At show time, I revealed our four special judges! Eva the Total Drama AfterMath reporter, Anne Maria the tan in a can from Revenge of the Island, and Max and Dave from Total Drama Pahkitew Island. Our worst rated season! Wait… where was I? Oh right! Once Sky saw that Dave was going to score her team, she decided that the best thing to do to keep her safe was to tell Dave the truth… ish. She told Dave that she had switched to the Goat's team and not the Catfish! So with that, Dave gave a sad score of 5 to the Goats, causing them to lose! Before the Ceremony, Kitty and Emma decided to sit and have a chat. But after a little too much playing around, Emma fell into the water and was saved by her little sister. At the shocking ceremony, Kitty was eliminated due to Blaineley's tactics. Leaving Emma by herself. Who will take the dunk today? And how soon will Carrie get trapped into the arms of the Roosters? Find out Right here! Right Now! On Total… DRAMA… ULTIMATE!"

Theme Song (Chapter 10)

Heather shot out of bed and screamed. "Devon!"

Bridgette sat up on her side and looked over to Heather. "Heather, are you okay?"

Heather wiped the single tear of her face, not knowing why it was there. "Yeah! I'm fine."

"Did you scream… Devin?" Bridgette asked.

"N-no! I don't even talk to him."

"Okay..."

"What time is it?"

Bridgette looked at her alarm clock. "It's 3:27."

Heather nodded and sunk back into the bed. She rolled over and looked at the wall. "Okay, thanks. Goodnight Bridgette, sorry for waking you."

"Goodnight, Heather."

Heather Confessional:

"I had a dream about DJ! Well, with how it went, was it a dream? Or nightmare?"

The sun was at the brisk of rising as Jazelle got ready for the day. She put her hair into a single ponytail, put on her pink crop top hoodie, and a pair of black leggings. She put on three gold bracelets on her left arm and a pair of diamond earrings.

She sat on her bed with her mini mirror set against the wall. She reached over to her bag and looked over at Kitty's empty bed as she pulled her makeup palette out.

Jazelle Confessional:

"I don't see why they voted her off. She was such a good player and a really fun person. Obviously our team has zero taste in anything. You know, I wouldn't be surprised if Blaineley was behind this. She's not exactly known for her good taste anyway."

Jazelle finished doing her makeup with a stunning smile on her face. He looked into the mirror as her bright blue eyes sparkled in the reflection. She put on a pair of tennis shoes and grabbed her phone from the charger. Then, she reached back into her bag, after putting her mirror and palette away, and grabbed out her pair of bluetooth earbuds.

Blaineley and Sierra were still sleeping, as it was only 6:45 in the morning. Jazelle walked over to the door as she turned her music on and walked out of the cabin. The morning breeze felt nice against her body. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, taking in the scent of the morning.

She walked over to the guy's side of the cabin and knocked on the door. Cody opened the door, wearing a plain yellow t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants.

"Jazelle? What are you doing up this early? With a full face of makeup."

Jazelle shrugged. "I want to take a morning jog. And I was coming to see if Lightning was up."

Cody nodded. "I'll go wake him up."

Cody closed the door behind himself as Jazelle waited outside. Lightning came back to the door and opened it. He had on a pair of dark blue basketball shorts and was shirtless.

"Why are you up so early, girl?" Lightning asked as he closed the door behind himself.

"I want to take a jog. Figured why do it alone? So, I wanted to see if you'd come with me."

"Do I look like a morning person?" Lightning questioned.

"No… but you do look like an athlete. One with a rather flabby belly."

"Flabs? What flabs?" Lightning asked as he looked down at his stomach. He looked up and smiled at Jazelle. "I'll be back out, let me go get dressed."

Jazelle simply nodded and sat down on the porch. She looked at her phone and went to her notes app. In a bold font, it read, "Ask Out Lightning."

Jazelle sighed and put her phone back in her pocket. "Well… maybe that'll have to wait."

Jazelle Confessional:

"I don't know how to describe my feelings for Lightning. You know? He's a bit caring, he's really funny, he's honestly as dumb as a bag of rocks. But there's just something about him. Maybe it was the kiss? Maybe I'm halucinating into making dumb mistakes? AH… I need to hydrate! Water! Water!"

Scott layed down on the edge of the dock, sleeping as the breeze brushed against his face. Many other people found it to be odd, but Scott saw it as his own little paradise.

Heather walked up to the dock with a blanket wrapped around herself and a light sweater on. She saw Scott laying there and cleared her throat.

Scott rolled over without opening his eyes and smiled. "Morning, babe."

Heather rolled her eyes and began to step on his hand. Scott's eyes shot open as he saw Heather standing there with a dead stare. He shot up to his feet quickly. "HEATHER! I'm so sorry! I thought you were Courtney."

Heather looked at him and rolled her eyes once again. "Scott, it's almost 8! What the heck are you doing?"

"I was just laying here, until you came by and stepped on my hand!"

Heather scoffed. "Well, it's the least I could do after you call me babe."

"So why are you here so early?" Scot asked.

Heather sighed. "Well if you must know, I had a bad dream… ish. And I can't think straight now."

"The big bad Heather was scared off by a bad dream?" Scott questioned. "We're not five anymore."

"It was more than that though. I was… getting married to someone! But I'm not comfortable with it!"

"You're not comfortable with love?" Scott asked.

"I'm not comfortable with feelings! My feelings. I also don't like talking about them."

"You kind of just told me."

Heather's eyes widened. "You're right! Quick, tell me why you're here and add a deep and personal meaning to it!"

"Um… okay? So when I was a kid, back on the farm, we had a wooden deck near the stables. Every morning after I was done cleaning the stables, I would lay there and fall asleep from around 7:30 to 8:30. I found it calming and this brings me back home in a way."

"Well… I was going to call that stupid, but it was kinda sweet at the end. So kudos to that."

Scott smiled. "You know, have we ever talked before?"

"I don't think so…"

"Hm… cool."

They both stood there in silence.

"Well, as much as I love awkward situations, I think I better go." Heather said. "I'll see you around."

Bridgette walked into the kitchen where DJ was whisking up some pancake batter.

"Bridgette!" DJ exclaimed as she walked towards him. "How have you been?"

Bridgette smiled. "I've been well. How about you?"

"Not too shabby if I do say myself. Which, in fact, I just said."

Bridgette giggled. "So, I need to talk to you."

"Talk to me about what?" DJ asked, putting the bowl down.

"How's Heather?"

"Heather? She's been fine. We've been talking lately and we're really good friends. Why?"

"Has she ever tried to hurt you?" Bridgette asked.

For the first time, DJ grew a little angry. "Why don't you get to the point, Bridgette? Why are you trying to get dirt on Heather? So you can vote her out? She's been on her best behavior lately and you don't even give her a chance. Just… get out! Now!"

Bridgette looked down at her lap and tried not show much emotion to what he had said. "Fine… goodbye."