Sierra, Cody, Trent, Gwen, and Courtney were standing outside the door to economy class. The superfan was knocking furiously on the door.
"HEATHER! OPEN THE DOOR! I'M GONNA COUNT TO THREE!" She yelled.
"Go away! Just leave me alone!" Yelled Heather from the other side.
"This is so ridiculous, Heather! So what if Alejandro doesn't like you?" Courtney asked.
"I NO LONGER WISH TO HEAR THE NAME OF THAT ASSHOLE! YOU HEAR ME?! NEVER SPEAK OF HIM IN FRONT OF ME AGAIN!!"
The CIT trembled in fear and hid behind Trent, who sighed. "Look, Heather, if I were you, I'd seriosuly quit this pity party, and just admit you got your heart broke."
"I won't because I didn't!!" Screamed Heather.
Team Chris Is Really Really Really Really Hot came in, and looked at the group. "What's going on?" Owen asked.
"Heather's depressed and pissed off. She's deprissed off." Cody replied.
"And I thought Duncan was the only jerk around here." Trent looked at Alejandro.
"What did he do?" Noah asked.
"Let me answer with this; just because Courtney's single doesn't mean she wants to mess around with this show's fourth biggest douchebag!" Answered Heather. She sounded like she had practically crying a river, to her team's worry.
"You need to talk to her." Noah looked at the Spanish lad again, (who wasn't really a douche, but he was sure feeling like one) who nodded.
"Stand back, guys.." Alejandro warned, then knocked on the door. "Heather...?"
"GO THE HELL AWAY YOU MOTHERFUCKING CUNT MAN! YOU NO GOOD MALE SLUT!"
The other teens ooohed, and even giggled a little. "Wow, Heather's got a bigger vocabulary than you, Noah." Owen remarked.
Alejandro stared blankly at a while, then looked at the others. "Do I seriously have to do this? She sounds like she wants to kill me."
"Mmmm-hmm." Replied his fellow campers.
Ding!
"Oh, are you serious?!" Everyone yelled at once.
"Don't fret, this one's all Al! But feel free to sing backup if you want!" Chris yelled into the icon.
Alejandro glared at it for a moment, then started to sing.

maldita sea Dios, niña
Deja de llorar.
No era mi intención para que se sienta triste.
Odio admitirlo, pero no puedo dejar de pensar
De la cola de caballo lado lo que tienes.
Porque, maldita sea!
Te amo y me siento como un imbécil.
Así que deje de llamarme nombres, y acaba de salir.
Por lo tanto, puede besar y follar incluso.
Maldita sea, maldita sea, maldita sea!

Everyone simply stared in confusion and admiration. Everything was quiet for a while, until Heather came out...and kneed Al in the kiwis.
"I forgive you, you dumbass. And you're not Kanye West." She kissed his cheek.