Requested by: heathers_tooth

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Heather scowled at herself in the mirror. She couldn't stand the red wig she was practically forced to wear on the show. Yes, Heather had a choice, but it was either that or exposing her bald head on international TV. And now she regretted giving that caveman to LeShawna. She glanced at all the pretty dresses hanging in the closet reflected in the mirror and slowly smirked. "Total Drama may be unbearable, but the aftermath set isn't."

Heather spun around in her chair and stood up. She stepped across the floor, staring at the outfits like they were dessert. A long, red, sparkly dress caught her eye. She ran her hand across the sequin-like fabric before lifting the hanger.

"What do you think you're doin'?!" LeShawna's booming voice nearly made Heather jump. Heather shot her head to the left and saw her frenemy standing in the doorway, her eyes narrowed. "The producers said these were off-limits. What makes you think those rules don't apply to you?"

Heather scoffed, taking her hand off of the rack. "I don't see why we can't just try them on!"

"Because there are cameras everywhere on this damn set! You never know when one might be on you. And if I can't try on those dresses, you can't either!"

Heather laughed. "As if you'd be able to fit in any of these."

"Oh, girl, I know you did not just say that after all we've been through this season!" LeShawna marched toward her.

"Say what?" Heather played dumb.

"Make some rude comment about my weight!"

Heather took a small step back when LeShawna got right next to her. "I can't help it; you're basically a walking airbag!" She crossed her arms, stifling a laugh.

LeShawna clenched her jaw. She pursed her lips in thought before looking her in the eyes. "And what makes you think you can fit in any of those dresses? They're probably too big for your flat ass and chest! You might as well wear a suit and tie because, without any hair or boobs, anyone would mistake you for a man!"

Heather's jaw dropped. "You really have some nerve!! I am so much prettier than you'll ever be, big hoops!"

"If that helps you sleep at night, half-off!" LeShawna referred to her crop top.

"At least my body is pleasant to look at!" Heather hissed.

"I think people would much rather look at my luscious hips than your meatless bones!"

Heather laughed, feigning confidence. "Well, at least—" she paused, realizing she had run out of things to say. "—Whatever," Heather muttered. She crossed one foot over the other.

"Ha, you have nothin' left because you know I'm right." LeShawna held her chest high.

"So? You still won't be able to fit in those dresses!"

LeShanwa furrowed her eyebrows. "You know what? I don't care. I don't care if I'm not a size two or zero. You know why? Cause I actually feel good about myself, and I don't feel the need to put other women's bodies down—only reason I said all that to you was to show you what it's like. Does it feel good to hear that, Heather?" Her eyes watered.

Heather stood there, not knowing how to respond. The truth was, Heather found LeShawna immensely attractive. She always wanted to have curves like hers. And she was super insecure about her chest, which was why it was humiliating when her shirt came off in Total Drama Island. Heather felt embarrassed. LeShawna beat her in this feud, and worst of all—Heather found her even more attractive. Her confidence was alluring.

LeShawna stared Heather down. "Wow. So you have nothin' to say, huh?" Heather looked at her as blush crept onto her cheeks. She felt a strong urge to pull her close. It was confusing. Heather was supposed to hate LeShawna. Where is this feeling coming from? She thought, fiddling with her hands.

"Knew it," LeShawna laughed. "You're just insec—" She cut herself off when she felt Heather's hands on both sides of her face.

"Can I—try something?" Heather panted. Her heart raced like a river, and she couldn't calm it down.

LeShawna was speechless for a moment. Her lips slightly parted as she looked into her eyes. LeShawna always thought Heather was beautiful, but she was even more gorgeous up close. "I—what do you mean?"

A sly smile grew across Heather's face. "Just close your eyes, and you'll see."

"You think I trust you enough to do this?"

"No, it's nothing bad," she tittered.

LeShawna glanced at her pink lips, admiring the way they curled up when she laughed. "Alright, I'll do it." She closed her eyes. "But Heather, I swear to God, if you try anything—"

Heather silenced LeShawna with her lips. LeShawna's heart jumpstarted when she felt Heather's plump lips on hers. She kissed back and gently wrapped her hands around her tiny waist.

Heather slowly pulled away, keeping her forehead against LeShawna's. "Why did I like that?" She whispered.

LeShawna was too flustered to reply. She needed a moment to take in everything. One minute, she and Heather were fighting. The next minute, they were kissing. And she enjoyed it.

"Ok, so—you know what you said whenever I was eliminated?" Heather asked. LeShawna nodded, her lips slightly parting in a stunned manner. "We're going to do the same thing right now." She leaned in and whispered in her ear, "If any cameras are on us right now, we'll say this was all CGI."

Shivers danced down LeShawna's spine. She thought she hated Heather's voice before, but now, it was making her all kinds of crazy.

"Everyone needs to think we're just friends. Or enemies. Or no, frenemies." Heather smirked. "...Which we are. I just—I did that because I was curious." She blushed. Heather awkwardly backed away. "So—yeah, that was what I wanted to try." She looked to the red-carpeted floor.

"I agree with you on the CGI thing," Leshawna finally spoke. She touched her lips. "Wow, that was—unexpectedly good."

"Y-You liked it too?" Heather stammered.

"Yeah." LeShawna nodded. "I think I did. Strangely."

Heather looked her in the eyes. "It was all CGI, right?"

"Yes. All CGI."