Thanks so much munchkins! For the positive reviews, guys. It really inspired me to write, not quickly which I apologize for, but it still I updated. Surprised?

Anyways; I have changed my pen name, cause BeautyKills was for starting to lose it's magic for me, and my new pen name: Reality Isn't Working For Me, which is based on the the truth.
I write stories to escape the stress and boredom of the real world.

Enjoy, munchkins. ^^

-W.

Continuation -

As I walked out the confession; Trent's good-luck in my mind and his turtle green orbs haunting me; simply and magically, through the quiet walk back to First Class Cabin.

At this point, I didn't view of him as my boyfriend or even a crush. He was someone that I could rant about life's issues and someone that I could connect with. Well, I couldn't talk to him about girl.. er... things; because it would just get awkward, but he was something I needed so much and wanted so badly.

He was. A friend.

Feeling oddly refreshed after the conversation, I once again trudged down the hall. I was so refreshed and fizzy; that I bumped into a golden-toothed Heather. She sneered at first; then glanced swiftly at my laptop, finally returning back to face. Perhaps to blackmail to me?

"What are YOU doing here, Courtney?" Heather asked, her voice crackling a bit around the edges.

"Nothing of your concern." I hurriedly replied back, wanting to get this over with.

"Look, Courtney... I know I'm not... the most trusted person here, but somethings up... with Gwen." Heather said suddenly. Somehow now, her eyes didn't seem so cold and evil, it was warmed with confusion for her. After the sentence was uttered out, Heather looked down at her wedges; a awkward moment for her indeed.

Silence entered though the cabin. Courtney being speechless from the direct speech Heather had given to her and Heather having a sinking feeling of tension in her mind.

"Heather,... I don't know what to say... but... this is Gwen. Sure we had arguments and such,... but we're on friend-ish terms right now. She wouldn't do something I don't approve of behind my back." Courtney said shaking off the doubt.

"Alright, Courtney, as you. But, remember, there IS another reason why I hate Gwen." Heather countered. She stared at Courtney for a moment, pulling in her emotions. Then, she swiftly tried to walk away. Tried.

"What a odd, wondrous event, to see two equally radiant ladies." Accidentally getting bumped into by Heather; Alejandro appeared from the shadows.

Even though he said the words to both of us, he was looking directly at Heather. I noticed Heather had turned a light pink, salmon color on her cheeks. But she then quickly consumed the blush of her cheeks and returned to her usual skin tone.

"Alejandro. You scumbag man-whore." Her fists were put together, showing that she was prepared for a battle, if the opportunity strikes.

"Heather. A unforgiving, seductive vixen. How hard it is not to love you."

"What!"

"I mean, the sky is blue, just like you."

"That makes no sense at all."

"Only those with a creative mind for the desired literature will understand."

"Okay, then..."

Alejandro winked slyly at Heather, then walked away into the losers cabin. The pitter-patter of his rubber soles made a small reminder of the ended conversation.

"I hate him." Heather breathed out silently. Her arms crossed together around her chest, defensive position. Heather huffed through her mouth; causing a strand of hair to hover around her head for a second, then drop back to the her head shape.

"You like him." Courtney argued playfully; it reminded her of herself, back when she was in denial of her silly, school-girl crush on a certain obnoxious punk. Denial didn't really help her back then, and she wished she would have admitted it sooner. She didn't, although, regret the how she closely watched Duncan. She knew he was going to cheat. It was just a matter of time. But she wouldn't give up on him, till she saw the accusation turn into the truth with her own eyes.

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"I HATE him."

"That's what they all say."

"FINE! I like him, a bit. Not really. Just a smudge. Tiny, tiny bit. Not alot." Heather finally, concluded. The blush had once a reached the endpoint of her cheeks. Heather's arm crossed together.

"He likes you too. You should go talk to him."

"But, what if he plays me like Bridgette? God, Courtney, what if he laughs at me?"

"If he does, I'll send his Spanish ass to Saturn. I promise." Courtney claimed, her eyes were deep in admiration; Heather was doing something she won't have even dreamed of with Duncan. She was a a bit jealous of her bravery, to be honest.

"Really, or this just... some other way to-" Heather looked quizzically at her, studying her face to see any lies that had to be brought forth to the surface.

"I swear upon Chris' grave. God, how I wish that jerk was dead."

"Alright, but if you lie; remember what happened in TDI with Harold? Same thing over again." Heather threatened, fire in her eyes were simple to see; Courtney backed away defensively.

"Yeesh, Heather; back off. Look, even though this might be a considered a stretch- I'll be be your undercover friend."

"Really?"

"Well, sure... just don't tell anyone."

"Believe me, I won't."

Now just a warning; this fanfic bashes DxG ALOT. So this might turn out be a TxC romance fic, possibly. There is plenty of AxH romance though. To DxG fans; don't read, don't review. There is Heather x Alejandro romance in this. READ. :D

Trent is my favorite male charrie on Total Drama. He's AMAZING, yes? :] I worship him. No lie. xD