Heather's tears were running down her face fast. The hot tears didn't help with the heat. The heat of the volcano was still lingering in the air. She ran as fast as her shoes could take her. She dodged the remains of the plant life around the volcano.
Finally she saw it, the beach. She quickly took off her wedges. She ran all over. Picking up pieces of wood, and plants checking to see if he was under it. No sign of the man she loved was anywhere. She felt her tears build up faster and faster at each piece of junk she threw aside. Was it over?...
To anyone who reads TDWT: my version, sorry guys, but I can’t update, cuz my computer broke down, so, I decided, to write this one-shot on my parents computer, sorry I don’t think that I can update soon, sorry :,(
P.S. Here it’s after TDWT, Heather moved into a town, where nobody knew TD, and she won (TDWT SPOILERS), oh and Al wasn’t in a robot, Heather actually had the money.
: Heather’s P.O.V:
AUGH! I hate Halloween! All we see its children who dress as withes, skeletons, ghosts etc.… JUST FOR FREAKING...
Oh my gawd, Aleheather, I'm so sorry I've abandoned you..curse you Hetalia -_-
It was late afternoon in Gallagher High. For the Total Drama group, it was the last class before lunch time.
Ugh. I'm sick of looking at the same clock all the time.. Heather muttered in her head. She looked around for something else to mindlessly gaze at, when she saw a certain figure.
This figure had dark hair, that was short in the front and long in the back, and was unbeilevably shaggy. He wore a red jacket, with the words Marìa on the back in gold.
Heather stepped onto the island, dripping wet. She looked at the burned remains of the island. The sand was now molten magma, and the bleachers were charred. The confessional was a pile of dust.
And, laying right next to her, were the remains of her dummy she made, along with a burned pineapple.
A pineapple...if I hadn't thrown it into the volcano...none of this would have happened...I'm such a..such a...
"IDIOT!" She picked up the blackened fruit and threw it on the ground, watching it break into pieces. She felt her eyes water, but tried to hold...
Alejandro: i really hate to let this moment go
touching your skin and your hair falling slow
when a goodbye kiss, feels like this
Heather & Alejandro: don't you wanna stay here a little while
don't you wanna hold each other tight
don't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight
don't you wanna stay here a little while
we can make forever feel this way
don't you wanna stay
Heather: lets take it slow i don't want to move to fast
She needed him. Having someone who said "I love you" too much to count and giving you things was fine, but having someone who would practically die for you, that was something precious and valuable.
Something Heather hoped to never let go.
But life and career came first for Alejandro, and since his father had wanted him to inherit his career, he had to put one thing away forever.
That thing was her.
On the first day, she was devastated. She had screamed at him, told him she hated him a milliion times, begged him not to go, crying about not knowing...
It was just like normal on the Total Drama plane. Team Victory was getting along fine, there was-once again some pointless tension between Team Amazon, and Team Chris was hanging out. Chris had snuck into the cockpit and was flying the plane.
"So, Noah. You want to hear a joke?" Owen asked.
"Uh...no." Replied Noah.
"...¿Me quiere ....?"
The two of them turned to Alejandro, who was giggling in his sleep.
"Uh..what's up with Al?" Asked the overweight one.
I won the million dollars!! Well, sorta. Stupid Golem Zeke had to go off and jump into the volcano with the case. Right after I shoved Alejandro off of the volcano. Heh, that was funny. But then he got lava poured on him... and he got trampled... by everyone... Then he got put into a robot... Poor guy...
AHG, no, Heather, you are NOT being sympathetic towards... *shudders* HIM...
Well, anyways, I've been pretty popular so far on the magazines, and TV, and at school, pretty much everyone wants my autograph. All of my friends treat me like a...