A/n- So I read some of this chapter out loud to myself and I'm crying with laughter😂😂

Cameras are on

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"I believe the correct term is 'Seven Minutes In Heaven,' Harold stated after Chris had just announced the challenge for today.

"We all know that Harold," the host replied, annoyed. "The point of this game is to see how long each one of you can spend in a closet with the person you hate the most here. And no, you will not get to choose who you're going to be in there with, cause that's cheating. I've already come up with a list of pairs. And, as you all know, a few of you are hated by so many people, so some of you will be going more than once. I will pick a team representative who will be going in the closet every time. The representatives are the most hated people here. Whoever spends the longest in the closet wins 10 points for their team."

"Wait!" Alejandro raised his hand. "What's the point for calling this game 'seven minutes in hell' it the maximum time is infinite?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. "Couldn't come up with another name for it. Anyways, I'm going to list off the team reps you all hate. Team 1: Alejandro."

"Of course," he smirked.

"Team 2: Gwen."

"What?!" The goth said. "Why me?"

"I think you should know by now," Chris chuckled. "Team 3: Heather."

Heather could've sworn she heard José laugh as she took a step forward. Normally, she'd be honored to be named the most hated of her team, however, she knew of someone more deserving of that title now. He is not getting away with this!!

"Team 4: Harold."

The geek simply shrugged. "At least I still have LeShawna."

"Team 5: Scott."

"Hey!" The farm boy glared at his teammates. "You're all gonna pay for this one!"

"And lastly, team 6: Noah."

"As if I care what you losers think of me," said man replied.

"Now," Chris started. "I am going to call out a pair for each representative. There are going to be more than one person that hates most of you, so there will be multiple rounds. Is everyone ready?" The room was silent. He sighed. "Geez, What does it take to get you guys excited? Anyways, the first pair for team 1 is going to be Alejandro and José." Both men groaned.

They opened the closet door and reluctantly stepped inside. "Dang it," muttered Alejandro. "I can still see your face!"

"Do you think I am enjoying this any more than you are, Al? It was already bad enough having to live with you for nearly 18 years."

"It could have been 16 if you wouldn't have waited to move out until you were twenty! But I guess that's where a low paying job gets you."

"You are not winning this challenge, Al!" His brother growled.

"Just watch me," he glared.

"Watch you?" He smirked. "Like I watched Heather get dressed this morning-"

"You did WHAT?!" Alejandro reached for his shirt collar and slammed him up against the wall.

"Hermano, chill out. I was only kidding! Or was I? I guess you'll never know. Either way, we're still in the same cabin-"

"Shut the hell up!!" He yelled, face turning red and veins popping out of his forehead. "I don't care if you were kidding or not. I don't want you looking at Heather at all, got it?!!" He roughly let him go and opened up the closet door. "I'm done Chris!"

The host blinked. "That was a total of...three minutes." Everyone laughed. "Good luck beating that, guys," he said, laughing along.

"I told you that you weren't winning this competition," José sneered, passing his brother. "Good luck with your next round."

"Anyone would be better than you!"

"...Alright," Chris said. "Well that was that. On to team two! Gwen and Sierra!"

"Oh no..." the goth face palmed.

"You are going down Gwen! I'm taking your team down!!"

"Sierra, please, we don't have to-ahhh!" The fangirl jumped on her and shut the closet door.

"Codykins is mine!!!! Mine mine mine mine!!"

"Hey-Sierra-get..." she pushed her arms away. "...Off of me! I do not like Cody in that way!!"

She squinted her eyes suspiciously. "You sound like you're lying."

"Well, I'm not! Cody has been trying to get with me since Island and I'm sick of it!! Tell him that, ok?! Then he'll never hang out with me again!"

Sierra paused, then took a breath. "Hmm...that does sound very convincing, but I'm gonna need you to tell him that to his face."

"I already have, Sierra," she groaned. "But he just won't listen. Maybe he'll listen to you."

Her face lit up. "You think so? You really think so?!"

"Yes!" Gwen nodded.

"Eeeep!!" The purple-haired girl quickly stood up and went towards the door handle.

"Wait, no-"

"Cody!!!!" She screeched. "Guess what?! Gwen doesn't like you! Thank means we can be together forever!!!" She ran towards said man and captured him in a bear hug.

"Wait, did she tell you that?" Cody asked, looking heartbroken and uncomfortable at the same time. Sierra nodded.

"Yes!!!! Yes yes yes!!"

"Alright!" Chris interrupted loudly, quite irritated. "The time in the closet was a minute and 19 seconds. I guess you guys hate each other more than José and Al," he smiled crazily.

"Seriously, Gwen?" Courtney whined as her teammate came out of the closet, looking worn-out.

"I can't help it if she's insane!"

"Up next, team three will be Heather and Lindsay!"

"But Chris," the blonde stayed. "I hate Heather!"

"That's the point, idiot!" Heather yelled. "Now come on and help my team win!"

She frowned and did as she was told. Whenever the closet door shut, Lindsay scoffed and turned away from the Asian. "I don't think I'm ever gonna forgive you for what you did on Island."

"Ok, that's totally fine, cause I don't care," Heather crossed her arms. "It was so obvious that I was using you, you know. Even a rock could've figured it out."

She gasped. "Are you calling me dumber than a rock?! That is so mean! Rocks have the smallest brains!"

"Ugh," she rolled her eyes. "The boy reason I'm tolerating you right now is so that my team can win."

"All then...me too! You can't make me mad, Heather! I'm staying in here for my team!"

The Asian opened her mouth to point something out, but quickly shut it, trying her best not to burst out in laughter. Lindsay, you are totally setting up victory for me! She smiled. "You're totally right, Linds. Your team deserves to win. I've heard that...who was it on your team again?"

"...Owen?"

"Yes, Owen! I heard that his, uh...mother is about to get a huge surgery done this fall, and they don't have enough money for it. It would really be a shame if your team lost, so we should probably find a way to tolerate each other for as long as possible."

"Oh no, poor Owen..." she placed her hands on the side of her face. "Alright, but I'm only pretending to be nice to you because he needs it."

"I completely understand," she nodded. Hello victory.

Five minutes had passed, then ten minutes, then fifteen when Heather finally decided it was enough. She was done hearing all of Lindsay's stories about how her and Tyler met or the time she went shopping and accidentally came out of her dressing room naked.

"Wow!" Chris exclaimed when both girls came out. "That was 15 minutes!! I'm surprised, Heather. How did you handle it?"

"Oh, it was easy," The Asian replied, blowing on her nails. "We just talked about all kinds of girly things."

"Well so far, Heather's team is in the lead!"

"Wait...Heather's team?" Lindsay scratched her head, confused. "I thought my team won. That's why I stayed in there for so long."

"I'm afraid it doesn't work that way," Chris snickered.

"What?!"

"Sorry, Lindsay," Heather shrugged. "I guess you and I were both wrong."

The blonde gasped. "You tricked me again!!"

"This is why I didn't wanna be on this team," Said Noah.

"Next up is Harold and Duncan!"

"You're going down, pipsqueak," Duncan cracked both of his knuckles.

Harold's face turned pale. "Wait, uh...no! I'm done, Chris!"

"Really?" The host raised his eyebrows. He nodded. "Alrighty then. Come back over here, Duncan." The punk growled, walking back to the rest of his team. "And it really sucks, too. That was your team's only shot, considering everyone else on your team is not hated by anyone."

"Wait, what?!" Geoff said. "Come on, man! Someone has to hate one of us!" He looked around. Everyone just shook their heads. "This game sucks! Come on, men! We've got better things to do!"

"Like what?" Tyler asked, and was smacked upside the head.

"I'm relieved, actually," DJ sighed after they exited the cabin. "I'm glad no one hates me."

"You're right," agreed Tyler. "It's better to lose."

"Ugh, no it's not, man!" Geoff argued.

"Guys!" Harold interrupted. "Let's just all calm down." His team turned to him, looking at him angrily. "And...it was my fault we lost...got it!" He laughed nervously.

~Back in the cabin~

"Next is Scott and Courtney!"

"Why?!!" The farmer complained, looking up. "Why do you hate me, God?!!"

"Oh, suck it up!" Courtney snapped, walking towards the closet. Scott pouted, slumping his shoulders and following her.

"Let's get this over with..."

After a moment of silence, the farm boy spoke. "So Duncan, huh? That tattooed, face pierced weirdo?"

"So Dawn, huh?" Courtney clapped back. "That aura-reading creep?"

"Hey! Don't talk about her like that!"

"Then don't talk about Duncan like that!"

"Hmm...interesting how you're defending him. I heard you two were already broken up again!"

"We are not! And since when has that been any of your business?!"

"That's it!" Scott yelled, throwing his hands up. "Not even winning is worth spending another minute with you in a closet!" He opened the closet door. "I'm proud to say that I. Am. Done."

"Right back at you!" Courtney glared, pushing past him.

"You guys had a total of 2 minutes and 1 second. Congrats on beating Gwen and Sierra!" Chris exclaimed. "Now the last pair for round one is gonna be Noah and...Izzy!"

"Whoooo! I love closets!!"

"Fantastic," Noah said. "But compared to most of these times, I should be able to get second place at the very least."

"You think you could spend more than 15 minutes with Ms. crazy town over there?" Heather laughed. "I'd love to see you try!"

He shrugged. "Never said I was going for fifteen, but if I get to ten, I might as well try."

"Hey!" Scott said. "Aren't they on the same team?"

"Yeah, so," Chris replied.

"So...that's cheating!"

"Not necessarily. I have another pick from the same team in round two. If they hate each other enough, they won't want to be in there for long."

Izzy slammed the door excitedly and Noah sighed. "Oh my gosh!! I can still see! I think I have night vision? Do you think I have night vision? Oooo...this is almost like a cave! And..."

Noah simply stood there, not listening to anything she said. Maybe if I just close my eyes and pretend I'm somewhere else, the sound of her annoying voice will go away.

"...And then I fought the biggest spider in the world! It tried to eat me, but I jumped on it's back and rode it like a horse! Yeehaw!" The redhead giggled.

How long has it been? Noah groaned internally. "Alright, Izzy," he said. "I've heard enough of your stories. We're done now." He opened the door.

Chris looked up at them from his watch, and stopped it. "You two got 5 and a half minutes! And that concludes round one. Heather's team is in the lead with 15 minutes! Can anyone beat that? Find out after the break!"

A/n- lol, I think I forgot to include the break on every chapter before this one. Oh well😅

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"Welcome back to Total Drama Reunion! We just finished round one, and if you thought that was rough, say hello to round two!" The host turned towards the players. "The first pair will be Alejandro and...Duncan!"

The punk growled at the Spaniard. "You are gonna pay for everything you did!!"

"W-Wait!" Heather interrupted. "Make sure he doesn't have that pocket knife!"

"Don't worry, mi amor," her fiancé replied. "I can handle him."

Duncan marched up to the closet, shoving him inside, and slammed the door. "You're lucky I accidentally left my knife in my cabin, Cucaracha!"

"Please don't call me that, amigo." Alejandro calmly pushed Duncan away.

"I am not your amigo! You tried to-"

"Alright, I am going to say this one more time: I did not do anything to Courtney. If do not calm down, I'm going to have to place a restraining order on you and tell the cops on this island that you need to be sent back to prison. Because I cannot have you constantly threatening Heather and I like some crazy maniac. Got it?"

Duncan didn't seem phased at all. He simply kept staring daggers at him. "Courtney got mad at me yesterday because of you! She's mad because she thinks you're innocent, but I know the truth!!"

"No you don't! I do!!" He nearly shouted, looking him right in the eye. "I know exactly who did it and until I'm able to get him kicked off this island, I cannot tell anyone!"

"So you saw it happen and you didn't do anything about it?!!" Duncan lunged forward, but Alejandro grabbed him by the wrist and twisted his arm back. "Hey!! Let me go!!" He struggled.

"Not until you calm down," he replied firmly. "Now listen: I did not see what happened that night, however, when we found the mask, I knew whose it was. And if what Gwen saw is true, that means I have found the culprit."

"Then who was it, huh?!" The delinquent retorted, still trying to get out of his strong grip.

"I told you already, nobody can know until he's gone. It's too dangerous."

"Then I don't believe you."

"Ok, then. That's fine. Just don't attack me next time." He released his arm, and Duncan immediately opened the door.

"I'm not letting you win this one, I'm done!"

Alejandro just rolled his eyes.

"And that, my friends, was a total of 4 minutes, 16 seconds!" Chris piped. "And I'm surprised no one's dead. Anyways, Gwen and Trent, you're up next!"

"Huh?" Courtney raised an eyebrow.

"Chris," LeShawna started. "They don't hate each other. Last time I checked, they were all over each other."

"Oh, really? Cause I overheard that intense fight they had yesterday about her and Duncan."

"What?!" Courtney gasped. "What is this about?!"

"It was nothing!" Gwen scoffed. "Trent heard from someone that Duncan and I hooked up, and I told him it wasn't true, but he didn't believe me!" She glared at the musician.

"Well maybe I would have if you two weren't being so friendly during breakfast that morning!" Trent yelled.

"Dude!" Duncan joined in. "You're girlfriend can talk to other men without flirting, you know!"

"Yeah, I know! But when it's with you, I'm not so sure!"

"Guys, stop!!" Gwen yelled. "We're supposed to be playing a game here!"

"Exactly!" Chris agreed. "So save the drama for yo mama and get playing!!"

Gwen immediately crossed her arms, looking away from her ex boyfriend when he stepped into the closet.

"Gwen..." he started.

"Save it," she retorted.

"You know what? No. Because I don't know what 'save it' means to you. Save it for later? Save it forever? I don't know! Imagine someone left you for another girl, and then they say they're just friends, even if it's a few years later, but you also hear a rumor about them hooking up? How would that feel?"

"I didn't leave you for Duncan, you idiot. I left you because the game was getting in the middle of our relationship, just like it is now. Being on this show together has done nothing but make us fight. I've tried to move on from you, and being with Duncan did ease the pain for a while, but when I saw you here again, I felt so terrified that those feelings would come back, and they did. They came back almost too fast. And...I didn't mean what I said to you yesterday about...going to hell and stuff...I really don't hate you, Trent." She smiled half heartedly. "But...as long as we're here, I don't think we can continue what we were doing. A relationship will just have to wait...friends?"

Trent paused, his face falling a bit. But he figured having something with her was better was better than having nothing. He smiled back. "Friends."

"Now..." she took a deep breath. "We need to stay in the closet for longer than 15 minutes. Do you think we can do it?"

"Definitely."

So Trent and Gwen stayed in the closet, just talking about the things Hey normally talked about. And Trent found that just being friends with Gwen was easy. In fact, it was way easier than being in a romantic relationship. Maybe they just weren't ready for that yet.

"You can still come meet my family, you know," Gwen laughed after telling him another one of her stories. "My little brother will love you! And that's a stretch, because he doesn't really take interest in much. Neither does my little sister. But hey! I didn't take interest in much either until I met you. Uh-I mean..." she blushed. Trent blush's as well, scratching the back of his neck.

The goth bit her lip, looking away. And dammit! She felt that electricity again! Just stop already! As if her body had a mind of its own, she found herself leaning in. Please say something, Trent! She begged him in her mind. Please do something to stop this! But alas, he didn't.

Their lips met.

Staying is friends is going to be way harder than I thought.

Once they stepped out of the closet, everyone was giggling. "What?" Gwen asked.

"We heard your whole conversation, girl!" LeShawna answered. "It is impossible for you two to stay friends!"

"Dang it!" Chris frowned. "I wanted drama! Anyways, your time was 15 minutes and 1 second."

"What?!!" Heather yelled. "Ugh!! That should be tie, right?!"

"Nope," Chris smiled, shaking his head. "And ooo...I almost forgot. Heather still has someone who hates her almost as much as she hates him. José!"

"What?!!" She said. "But we're on the same team, Chris!"

"And I warned ya, didn't I? You two should've known I was planning this all along." He laughed. "This one's gonna be good!"

"Alright," José smiled. "I'm sure I can deal with the ice queen long enough for us to win."

"Pffft, doubt it," Duncan chuckled.

Alejandro looked worried as his brother came up to her, a devious smirk across his face.

Heather didn't say a word until the door was shut. "So what's your next plan? Nuke the whole island?"

"Why would I do that?" He asked. "That would just kill everyone."

"It's called sarcasm, asshole."

"Heather," he gritted his teeth. "You are so lucky that there are cameras on right now."

"I am?" Wait. There are cameras on! I can expose him! She smirked. "You're right. I am. But you're not."

"Huh?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Once everyone knows your dirty little secret, you'll be done for-mmmph!" The Spaniard placed a hand over her mouth and lowered his voice.

"If you speak one word about what happened, you and Al will suffer for it. I promise you that."

Heather glared at him, but there was a tint of fear and uncertainty in her eyes. She pushed his hands off with her slightly shaking ones. "I'm...not scared of you," she breathed.

"You are, Heather," he laughed. "Soon you'll realize you are."

"Get away from me," she warned sharply.

"And lose the challenge? I don't think so. Gwen and Trent are in first with one second more than you and Lindsay had."

"I don't care, just stay away, douchebag!" She kicked at him, but he moved.

"I am staying in here with you whether you like it or not!"

"No you're not!" She opened the door and shoved him out. "I'm done Chris!! I am done!!"

"That was a minute and 18 seconds. Ooo...so close to team two!!"

"See what you did?!" José snapped at Heather. "We could've won!!"

"What I did?!!" She yelled back. "You're the lying, scummy piece of shit!!"

"And you're not? Bitch added?"

"Shut up, José!" Alejandro retorted.

"That's what you two are always saying: shut up, shut up, shut up! You like shutting everyone up, don't you?! You don't want people knowing your dirty secrets, so you tell them to shut up!!"

"I knew it!!" Duncan jumped up. "I knew they were hiding something!"

"He's lying, Duncan!" Alejandro glared at his brother. "That's all he's ever done! Ever since we were little!"

"How am I supposed to believe you after you did what you did in World Tour?!"

"And here we go again! Thinking I'm some kind of murderer!!"

"Duncan, shut up!!!!" Courtney shouted.

"No! Not until this Cucaracha is gone!"

"Uh...hello?" Chris waved. "We're kind of on a time schedule here..." But no one paid much attention.

"Well I'm breaking up with you if you don't stop!!"

The punk frowned. "But Courtney..."

"No! I don't want those stupid puppy dog eyes! You can..."

Heather looked around as more and more people joined in the argument. Her head felt as if it was going to explode with all this noise, and her vision became blurry. She felt her heart beat quicker by the minute and it became hard to breath.

"Guys..." she croaked out, but no one heard. "Guys, please...stop..." she grabbed her head and pulled at her hair. She started hyperventilating and her head felt light. Oh god... her world turned black and she struggled to stay standing.

Everyone stopped yelling at each other when they heard a loud thump on the floor.

Courtney's hands flew to her mouth. "Oh my god!!"

"Heather!" Alejandro ran towards his unconscious fiancé and gently cradled her in his arms.

Chef sighed. "I'll go get a medic."

"Is she ok?" Asked Lindsay. "I mean, I don't really care because I hate her, but...is she?"

"All that arguing and yelling probably stressed her out!" Said Zoey. "It's easier to feel stressed when you're pregnant too!"

"Will she be fine?" Bridgette asked worriedly.

"She should be," the redhead answered. "I've fainted before and I woke up feeling a little groggy, but I was able to walk shortly after."

When the medics arrived, they lifted Heather, placed her on a bed, and quickly wheeled her towards the medical tents. Alejandro followed suit.

"So..." Scott started. "Are we gonna finish the game, or..."

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Of course, Chris had them finish the game with Scott and Zoey having to be in the same closet. They had a time of 4 minutes. In the end, it was team 2 that won the challenge with a total of 16 minutes and 20 seconds. Team 1 followed close behind with a total of 16 minutes and 18 seconds.

"See? Told you guys that we could win!" Courtney said her and her team got to enjoy a yacht ride out on the lake.

"Yeah, girl power!" LeShawna smiled. "Thank you Gwen!"

"I am so glad I didn't have to do that," said Bridgette. No offense to Courtney or Gwen."

"It's all good," The goth replied. "At least Trent and I made up."

"Ooo girl, I think you did more than just make up..." LeShawna wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Yes," she sighed, face palming. I do admit it, we kissed, but I just want to try and keep things between us friendly. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Then why did you kiss him?"

"It was an accident! I wasn't thinking!"

"Sure..." Courtney smirked knowingly.

"I'm serious, guys!"

"Hey, that's how I wanted to keep things between Geoff and I before we got together," Bridgette pointed out. "But we're married now, so..."

"So stop!" Gwen squeezed her eyes shut. "Can we Please just talk about something else?!"

"Ok then, Courtney," the surfer began. "Let's move on to you and Duncan. Did you actually break up with him like you said you would earlier?"

The C.I.T. sighed. I should've seen it coming. "No, no we didn't. We're still on break, though."

"I don't blame you, girl," LeShawna said. "The guy's an absolute maniac right now."

"I know," she rolled her eyes.

"But that just means he loves you," Bridgette smiled.

"But he never listens! He doesn't get that I'm totally fine without getting 'revenge' or whatever."

"I know exactly what you mean," Gwen joined. "I tried to talk Duncan out of it yesterday, but he only got angrier and swore he would get his revenge on Alejandro. And that's when Trent came in and accused me of sleeping with the idiot. And he wouldn't tell me who told him that!"

"Probably Alejandro or Heather," LeShawna rolled her eyes. "They're just trying to start shit up like always."

"Have you noticed that we've blamed everything on these two?" Bridgette stated. "I mean, what if it really wasn't them? What if it was someone who we thought was nice but really isn't?"

"No kidding," agreed Courtney. "Ever since they started dating, they've been total saps compared to what they used to act like. Besides, Heather's having a baby."

"Didn't she want to get rid of it though?" Asked Gwen, one eyebrow raised.

"I heard that she changed her mind. Sierra kind of spread it around to everyone. Well, I guess to only the people she liked...oops."

"Ugh," LeShawna groaned. "Why are we talking about that selfish, mall shopping, ponytail wearing girl?"

"Because...Gwen wanted us to talk about anything but her and Trent, and that's what we're doing?" Bridgette answered.

"People like her shouldn't be allowed to repopulate," the goth said, laughing a little. "It's just a fact. Their kid is going to be pure evil."

"You're so right!" Courtney laughed with her.

Bridgette frowned. "Guys...I know Heather can be really...rude at times, but she's not nearly as bad as she used to be, and I think she's trying."

"Trying?" Gwen caught her breath. "Trying to do what? Make our lives miserable again?"

"Well...she did stand up for me that one time when everyone hated me," LeShawna said.

"Exactly! Can anyone else think of something nice she's done? Courtney?"

"Hmmm..." the brunette bit her lip in thought. "Heather did make me leader that one time when we were paddling in those boats. I remember that!"

"No way," Gwen shook her head. "That girl has been nothing but mean to me."

"People can change," Bridgette said.

"Does Heather really couldn't as 'people' though?" Courtney and Gwen began laughing again.

The surfer sighed in defeat. "Well, I'm going to visit her when we get back...see how she's going. Anyone wanna come with?"

"I guess I'll go," LeShawna rolled her eyes. "I do owe her."

**

Heather woke up feeling groggy. Ugh, where the hell am I? She blinked a few times before her vision returned back to normal. She heard a tiny beeping sound to her right and turned to see a heart monitor. What the- she turned the other way and saw Alejandro, Mike, and Zoey all sitting in chairs. Her fiancé was he first to see that she was awake. His face lit up and he immediately grabbed her hand.

"Heather, mi ángel, are you alright? How is your head feeling?" He gently placed the back of his hand to her forehead. "Any dizziness? Any-"

"Alejandro," she cut him off, removing his hand. "I'm fine. What happened?"

"You fainted, mi amor. I guess when we were all fighting in there, you got stressed out."

She sighed. "Fantastic. Now I won't be able to do anything without freaking out and fainting!" Her eyes began to water.

"Heather, I think you're overreacting-"

"I am not!"

"Heather! Just relax-...Heather?" Alejandro frowned when she started crying.

"What's wrong?" Zoey stood up, looking concerned.

"No!" The Asian covered her face with both her hands. "Don't look at me! Get out! Everyone get out!! No, not you Alejandro!" She pulled him back by his arm.

"Mi ángel," he ran a hand though her hair. "Why are you crying? The doctors said you and the baby would be fine."

"I-I don't know why I'm crying!" She tried gritting her teeth and even glaring to make it stop, but neither of those seemed to work. The tears kept spilling out. "I-I just feel r-really...e-emotional. God, I can't stop!!"

"Heather," he gently placed his hands on both of her shoulders, rubbing them soothingly. "It's alright. Just cry. I'm right here."

She pulled him down so she could bury her face in his neck. "I'm so sorry you have to deal with me like this..."

"I'm not," he smiled, knowing that with her emotions all of her place like this, she won't be either.

"...Heather?" A voice came from behind them.

"Go away!" She snapped.

"Alrighty then..." Bridgette slowly backed up out of the tent with LeShawna. "Looks like she's not hurt too badly."