Man, it's been too long since I updated this. Not gonna say much, my FF motivation was pretty much zero for a couple years. Because of this, I didn't have any little drabble ideas...until now!

Alright, let's get this started!

Chapter Five: Viewing Party.

Setting: After Heather's elimination in Total Drama All-Stars while she is at Playa Des Losers. During the "Suckers Punched!" challenge.

Genre: Romance.

Pairing: Alejandro/Heather.

Heather sat on the couch, her arms crossed. She was currently surrounded by four big-time losers: Lindsay, Lightning, Jo, and Sam. They were all watching the raw footage of the next episode of Total Drama: All Stars.

Bile churned in her throat, and she dug her fingernails into her arms to keep calm. It was so. Un. Fair. The fact that she was sitting here, when under 24 hours ago she was the most powerful person in the game, made her want to scream. All because she had been stupid enough to not keep the Invincibility Idol on her person. Why, because she didn't have appropriate pockets to hide it? Her fingers dug into her arm a little harder. And Alejandro...

Alejandro.

He had stolen the idol. Fine, fair enough. Heather was arrogant, sure, but even she couldn't deflect the blame from herself for making such a dumb mistake. Alejandro had been spying on her and capitalized. Whatever. It was a problem, but not catastrophic. But then...then he had taken it too far. Heather's plan had worked too well, curse her brilliant mind, and everyone on her stupid team had voted for Alejandro. That was her mistake. In her arrogance and victory, she voted for Alejandro unnecessarily. She had a majority without her vote, and if she had been smart and not caught up in her pride, she would've voted for someone else to force a tie in the event that Alejandro had the idol. Then, she would've crushed whichever loser went up against her and still been in the game.

This time, she couldn't keep the disgusted scoff contained. Sam shot her a weird look from his place beside her.

"Uh, everything okay, Heather?" The gamer asked nervously.

Heather glared daggers at him, "don't talk to me, nerd." She looked at the screen briefly and saw Scott getting beaten up by a shark. Good.

She dove back into her stormy thoughts. She wasn't sure if she could ever forgive Alejandro. He could've come to her with the idol and bargained a deal to call off her elimination plan. He could've voted off one of the others as a warning not to test him. He could've done ANYTHING but force her to endure a fourth loss. Not just a fourth loss, but her most pathetic placement yet in the most prestigious season ever!

She stood up. "Ugh, why am I even here watching this crap? Can't this stupid show be over already so we can go home?!" She knew her voice lacked its usual bite and was sadder than usual, but that just made her angrier. She stormed towards the door, intending to go up to her room and sulk.

As her hand was on the knob, she heard Lindsay cry out.

"Wow! Alejandro is fighting his brother Johnny!"

Heather froze. Emotions battled inside her. She had heard much about this mysterious, seeming perfect older brother of Alejandro but never seen him. Maybe if he's so perfect, he'll beat Alejandro to a pulp. She turned around and headed back to her seat.

Jo raised an eyebrow at her from the floor, "back to see Alejandro's fight? Why am I not surprised..."

"Shut up," Heather hissed, "I'm just here to see him get his butt kicked. It's the least he deserves."

"Girl, he kicked your butt," Lightning told her from his seat next to Lindsay, "get over it!"

Heather just ignored him, and focused her attention on the screen.

"Buenos Dias, Al," Jose greeted, "you look tired...and in need of exfoliation."

"I exfoliate once a week," Alejandro spat, "and the only thing I'm tired of is you."

The scene switched to show Alejandro in the Confessional, looking defeated.

"I knew my dream was a sign! Jose is better than me at EVERYTHING!" He exclaimed, "Academics, sports, and yes...even personal grooming!" He suddenly grows determined, "but NOT this time!"

"Wow, Jose is actually hotter than Leggy Mc-Latin," Jo observed, "who'da thought?"

"Uh, you know Alejandro isn't in a wheelchair anymore, right?" Sam asked her.

"Yea, so what?"

"So the nickname..." Sam gave up and sighed, "never mind..."

"Enough with the touching family reunion!" Chris screamed from outside the ring, "start punching each other!"

The two began to exchange blows. However, they only hit each other in the chest.

"Why are they only going for body shots?" Duncan asked. "It's weird!"

"Let me guess," Heather scoffed, "they don't go for the face." Sure enough, the show footage confirmed this as the two brothers admitted just that in the Confessional.

"What a bunch of wussies," Jo agreed.

The two continued to duke, and Jose began to taunt Alejandro.

"Your technique is almost as embarrassing as the way your girlfriend with the unattractive personality burned you on national television!"

The room erupted into laughter at Heather's expense, but the Queen Bee was too focused on Alejandro, who had suddenly gotten very angry indeed.

As Jose laughed, Alejandro rushed forward and nailed his brother in the gut, knocking him back. "That's for always calling me Al!" the Spaniard barked, hitting Jose again, "and that's for always hogging the bathroom mirror!" Another hit, "and for replacing my soap with a urinal cake!" He began a super wind-up punch, "and this..." he said dangerously, his arms whirling furiously, "and this...is for calling any aspect of Heather...unattractive!" He soared forward and annihilated his brother.

Chris declared Alejandro the winner as he pumped his fist in victory.

The room in the Playa was silent as everyone stared at Heather.

Great. The stupid conflicting emotions were back. Sure, Alejandro had flirted with her before, but she had always chalked that up to strategic manipulation and playful banter, which was how she felt...mostly...sorta. Yeah, just manipulation and banter!

But this...Alejandro had payed her a genuine compliment...gotten actually angry when someone slighted her name...all while she wasn't there. There was no need for manipulation and banter since she was already gone.

"..and," Chris added smugly, and Heather quickly focused her attention back on the TV, "now we all know how Alejandro REALLY feels about Heather."

Heather, despite her best efforts, felt her cheeks heaten up. It didn't help that the other morons in the room were catcalling and making fun of her.

Then the Confessional switched to him, and there he stood, smug and victorious.

"Heather...I know you're watching," Alejandro said. He put his hand up to his ear. "Call me."

The hooting and hollering from the others was getting to be too much.

"Go get your cellphone, Heather!" Lindsay said, the only one not making fun of her. "He wants you to call her!"

"He doesn't have a phone there, stupid," Jo scoffed.

Heather jumped to her feet, and the others quieted down as the episode continued. "Listen up you losers," she barked at them, "Alejandro is just being a slimy jerk as usual. Stop being idiots and falling for him."

"I don't think we're the ones falling for him," Sam chuckled.

Heather realized her potentially damning slip-up. "Stop being idiots and falling for it!" She corrected. "You know what I meant!"

"Oh, we know what you meant," Lightning smirked.

She couldn't deal with the idiots any longer. Her stupid face wouldn't stop glowing and she was gonna freak out due to all the conflicting emotions inside her. She turned on her heel and stormed out with an angry huff, ignoring the laughter of the others. She stalked down the hallway towards her room, yanking the door open and slamming it behind her. She kicked off her shoes with real oomph and they soared across the room, slamming into the wall. She flopped down onto her bed and buried her face in her pillows, replaying the scene she had just watched in her mind.

"This is for calling any aspect of Heather unattractive!"

ANY aspect. Not just her beauty. Not just her popularity. Not just her wealth. Everything. Her downsides as WELL as her many, MANY upsides. She was no idiot. Alejandro had let slip in the heat of the moment. Spewing his true feelings as he fought his older brother finally let Heather know how he REALLY felt. After all the back-and-forths, the scheming and plotting, the betrayals, it was out in the air...at least on his part.

He liked Heather. All of her. The annoying, arrogant, manipulative, smart, devilishly handsome jerk liked her.

Call him? She just might.

There, in the safety and solitude of her pillows, she finally let loose her happy squeal.

Just a little AleHeather drabble I thought of. I love them so much.

Hopefully I'll update this more often, but for now I hope you guys enjoyed!

Ciao!