There was nothing else in Heather's frozen yogurt cup except for gummy bears and Chris sighed and shook his head and laughed as he added some Oreo's to his yogurt. That's how it was every time they went to get yogurt, that's all she ever filled the cup with and that's how it's been since she was 10 years old.
"Are you going to get some else on those gummy bears?" Chris laughed. "Like I dunno... frozen yogurt?"
"You know I love gummy bears." Heather laughed. "At least I'm not like you and pile a bunch of crap in my yogurt to the point that I can't even tell what flavor I'm eating."
"I like a lot of variety." Chris shrugged. "The least you could do is get some yogurt since we're in a yogurt shop."
"Pay attention to your creation and less to mine." Heather laughed as they made their way to the counter and Chris paid and then they went and sat down and Chris ate a spoonful of his ice cream and Heather started picking out gummy bears from her cup and eating them. "So Dad, when are you going back to film Total Drama?"
"I don't know Heather." Chris mixed his yogurt a little more. "I'm waiting on a call from the producers but it should be any day now that I head back to the island."
"When are you going to let me be on the show?" Heather asked eating another gummy bear. "You've been telling me for years that I could be on the show and spend more time with you while you work."
"Heather, you can't be on the show." Chris sighed. "I know I promised that you could be on the show and just let me think about it, okay? The challenges aren't exactly made to be safe."
"I didn't want to be on the show anyways." Heather laughed.
"Suuuurrreeeeee." Chris laughed. "Says the girl whose obsessed with it and asks me all the time."
"I'm not that bad with it." Heather laughed and then got a text message alert and groaned. "It's Alejandro again."
"I thought you broke up with him." Chris smirked and then ate a spoonful of his frozen yogurt.
"We did break up, it's just that he like refuses to find someone else." Heather sighed. "We're still friends, he was just texting me to let me know that everyone is hanging out."
"You should go with them." Chris told her as he looked at his phone. "I need to call Chef anyway, he's having problems with the plane."
"This is our night though." Heather reminded him. "You're just as cool as my friends, only you have better parties."
"Heather, we went to see a movie and we went to the mall." Chris reminded her. "We had junk food for dinner so I'm good. You should go and I'll see you when you get home."
"Are you sure?" Heather asked.
"Yep." Chris spooned the last bit of his yogurt up. "I'm done anyway and you can just shove the gummy bears in your pocket and get the hell out of here."
"Thanks Dad, I'll be home in three hours." Heather got up and hugged him. "Bye! I love you!"
"Have fun." Chris chuckled as he watched Heather push the door to the store open. "Love you more!"
"Not possible." Heather waved as she quickly ran to her car to see her friends and her ex boyfriend.
When Heather got to the park where her friends were, everyone was standing by the gate that was now closing the carousel they all loved riding on at night. Heather looked at the sad group of friends around her and smirked before reaching into her purse and pulling out a bobby pin.
"We're not letting a gate ruin our fun." Heather kneeled down in front of the gate. "I can't believe the owners shut it down for the summer! What kind of assholes shut a carousel? They didn't do it because we've been hanging out here, right?"
"No Heather." Alejandro placed his hand on her shoulder as they gate unlocked and Heather stood up and pushed open the gate and walked in while everyone followed her in, watching her press buttons and pull levers on the ride. "They locked it up because of teenagers having sex and getting wasted on the ride. There was an article in the paper about it. Teenagers are leaving beer cans everywhere."
"Sooooo..." Heather laughed as the lights came on and the carousel started to spin and play it's music. "It's because of us? C'mon guys let's just enjoy the night! Summer's almost over."
"Is your father going to be home?" Alejandro asked Heather as everyone started talking while the carousel spun round and round. Heather climbed on one of the horses and Alejandro leaned against the horse while she was on it. "If he's not home, maybe I can hang out at your house?"
"We're broken up." Heather reminded him. "I'm not hooking up with you. We're friends Alejandro, why don't you date LeShawna? She's cute and she's really into you."
"I don't want LeShawna." Alejandro told her. "You're the only girl for me."
"Shut up and give me a joint." Heather held her hand out. "I know you have some."
"If I give you a joint, will you give me a kiss?" Alejandro reached into his pocket. "C'mon Mi amour."
"Give me that." Heather grabbed it from him and reached into her pocket and grabbed a lighter. "You know my nights go better when I'm mellow from this. Don't you just love it? The feeling of us smoking together and just feeding off each other's energy?"
"Give me a hit." Alejandro grabbed it from her as Heather made a ring of smoke come out of her mouth.
"This is nice." Heather reached down and grabbed a can of beer she put down earlier.
"It would be nicer if we were able to go at it on the merry-go-round." Alejandro winked. "Just like old times?"
"You know what?" Heather smirked. "I think I may just have to take you up on that."
"You have no idea how happy this makes me." Alejandro ran his fingers through her hair.
Heather leaned in and allowed him to kiss her, his breath smelled like weed and he blew some of the smoke in her mouth as his tongue entered her. Heather didn't love him but he knew that he wanted her and he wasn't going to stop so being friends with benefits may not be a bad thing, it's not like Chris hated Alejandro, he allowed him to sleep over many times before and they would watch movies too.
"Hey Geoff!" Alejandro broke away from the kiss. "Amigo, would you happen to have the scotch with you?"
"Yeah bro!" Geoff swung from the pole of the horse he was riding. "It's in my car!"
"Getting Heather drunk?" Scott laughed. "I don't know why you two don't get married. We all know you two are going to hook up, you've broken up how many times?"
"This time it's permanent." Heather sighed. "Look, Alejandro mayb-"
"Alright everyone stay where you are!" they all heard someone say, when they turned around they found a cop who turned the carousel off. The cop looked around at Geoff, Heather, Alejandro, Duncan and everyone else who was hanging out and blocked the only way out, this also included Geoff who never made it to his vehicle. The group sighed and looked nervous as another police officer also got out of the car and started searching them.
About an hour after being searched by the cops and locked up for possession of drugs and underage drinking the group found themselves in a large holding cell and everyone was pacing around.
"I can't go to juvie." Scott sighed. "You know? If I get sent away my paw! is going to make my life hell."
"Relax, they won't do anything to us." Heather laughed. "They're just going to let us off with a warning."
"I don't know about that, Mi amour." Alejandro sighed. "It's not like we have clean records."
"Stop calling me your amour." Heather looked at her fingernails. "It makes you sound desperate. Do you think I should get a manicure when we get out of here? I think I should get one, my polish is chipping."
"I think my parents are going to kill me." Geoff sighed. "I guess I'm not going to that party this weekend."
"I'm still worried they're going to press charges with trespassing." Scott paced around. "I can't afford this to happen! My paw is gonna kill me!"
"Alright kids." a cop approached the holding cell and unlocked the door. "Here's what's going to happen, I took all your info and called your parents and we're letting you off with a warning and your parents are coming to pick you up."
"Dammit! I'm so grounded." Geoff almost sobbed. "I'm going to miss the most amazing party!"
"Forget about the party, Ma is gonna kick my ass" Scott mumbled.
"Told you we would just get a warning." Heather walked out of the cell and the police officer stopped her.
"Not you." the cop informed her. "I'll need you to take a ride with me for some questioning."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Heather crossed her arms. "Is this what you're making me do while I wait for my Dad? You know he's Chris Mclean, right? I mean he's the host of that reality show so you should already know who I am. How much money do I need to give you to leave? I can get the money, it's not an issue."
"We can discuss you and your father when we get to the holding room." The cop told her. "Now you'll just need to follow me and we can talk about some things."
"Whatever." Heather sighed. "Let's just get this over with."
The drive was pretty weird for Heather, she was forced to sit in the back of the car and the officer didn't say anything to her or why this holding room she had to go to was at another building. When they finally parked the police car the officer left Heather out of the car and took her inside the building, up three flights of stairs and down a long hallway. When they got to the end of the hallway there was one door at the end that the officer opened and that was a small section of offices with about 8 desks and another cop stood up and escorted her to a small room in the back and shut the door behind her.
"Heather Mclean?" The female agent stood up. "My name is agent Jones and this is my partner, agent Smith."
"It's great to meet you, Heather." The male agent stood up and shook her hand. "Now if you wouldn't mind, please have a seat, we have a lot of questions to ask you."
"I have a lot of questions for you too." Heather sat down, crossed her arms and glared at them. "Who are you and why am I here? Is this a joke that my Dad put you up to so you could freak me out and I'll learn some kind of lesson?!"
"We're special agents who work for the FBI, Heather." agent Jones informed her. "We have a few questions to ask you about Christopher Mclean and we would like you to answer them honestly. Let's start off with asking you if he's touched you inappropriately? Has he ever made you do things for him and his friends that made you uncomfortable?"
"Your questions make me uncomfortable." Heather glared at her. "If this is his idea of a joke, it's not a very funny one."
"Does he usually joke with you in manners where you don't feel safe?" agent Jones asked her. "Do you know any other names that he goes by?"
"Why would he go by anything else?" Heather sighed. "Dad, this isn't a funny TV show stunt! Come and get me out of here! It's going to cost you so much more then a pair of shoes for this stunt!"
"Heather, calm down." agent Smith told her. "You see when the cops brought you all in they decided to run your finger prints and that brought us to all kinds of information like your dental records."
"I smoked some pot." Heather laughed. "Is it that bad that you felt the need to look at my dental record? Is that standard procedure for this type of thing?"
"Usually it's not." agent Smith sighed and showed her a file. "You see your records matched a girl named Melissa O'Halloran who went missing when she was two years old."
"Then it's obviously a mistake." Heather flipped her hair. "This is ridiculous and if you call my Dad he can explain everything to you and clear all this shit up!"
"We're working on finding him." agent Jones told her. "His phone is off and we found his best friend, a man named Alexander Hatchet who is also a professional Chef on that show he host? His phone was found thrown off the side of the road."
"Are telling me I'm stuck here until he comes to get me?" Heather groaned. "Look at my nails, they need to get done and I need to get the hell out of this place! My Father is leaving soon to film the new season of Total Drama and he's not going to be in the area and I'm not staying with you people for 6 to 8 weeks while you figure this out! This is a misunderstanding and I shouldn't be forced to stay here."
"You won't be." agent Smith smiled at her. "We have a picture of Melissa O'Halloran here and we have a picture of you from when you were five that we grabbed from online of you with your Dad and we're going to run a DNA test but we believe that you're that missing girl, Melissa and while we wait for the results we called your Mom and Dad over and they're waiting to see you."
"Excuse me?" Heather asked them. "Chris Mclean is my father and I can guarantee that you'll all be sued when he hears about this."
"Heather..." agent Smith sighed. "We looked through every record of Chris Mclean that we could possibly find and he doesn't even have a birth certificate for you. He's not your Father, he's your kidnapper, we looked in every document and it's says that he's never had any children. We're not sure why he picked you or if you dealt with any trauma in your life but everything is going to be okay and you'll be back with your real parents who missed you and never stopped looking for you. I know this is going to be hard for you to take this all in so quickly but if you're ready we have your parents right outside the door and they're waiting to see you."
"Don't you think this is all too sudden?" Heather asked. "Just an hour ago I was living in a mansion and having an awesome life and now you're telling me that you're taking this all from me in minutes and I don't even get to hear what my Father says about this first? I think he should be allowed to defend himself."
"He's not your Father, he's your kidnapper." agent Smith told her. "You have real parents who want you in their lives. When we find Chris Mclean, he's going to jail for a long time."
"For what?" Heather stood up and slammed her fist down on the table. "Raising me?"
"Meliss-" agent Jones went to address her again but Heather wanted no part of it.
"Don't call me that." Heather glared. "I'm going to punch you in the face if you do."
"Let's just bring her parents in." agent Smith decided and walked over to the door. When the door was opened a blonde woman in a Red dress rushed in and beside her was a man with black hair and a black suit rushed in and hugged Heather."
"Melissa?" The woman looked at her up and down. "Do you remember me?!"
"Don't call me that." Heather pushed her away. "My name is Heather and I don't want to go with you. You both look like stuck up assholes and not the rich kind. I don't even know you."
"Oh..." The woman sighed. "My name is Blaineley O'Halloran and this is my Husband and your Father, Josh O'Halloran and we've been hoping that you would come back to us for so long!"
"It's nice to meet you but I'm not going with you." Heather told them.
"Don't be ridiculous, your sister can't wait for you to get home." Josh told her. "She's at home, straightening up your bedroom that we're preparing for you."
"Not only are you telling me that my Father isn't my Father but now you're telling me I have to deal with the hassle of having a stupid Sister?" Heather sighed. "This is officially the worst day of my life."
"She's your twin Sister." Blaineley told Heather.
"I have a clone of me walking around?" Heather smirked. "Great, you can keep her and I'll go back home with my Father and we can all just call it a day."
"Fraternal." Blaineley told her. "She looks more like me and you look like your Father."
"Her name is Bridgette." Josh added in. "Why don't we go home and see her? Get you all settled in?"
"Go with your parents, Melissa." agent Jones told her. "We're going to do an investigation at the mansion and we'll collect everything from your old room and then we can always bring it by later."
"Call me Heather." Heather reminded them. "I can't believe this is happening. The new season is starting soon and I'm going to have to step in and do it if my Dad can't do it."
"Do you recognize this man?" agent Smith held up a picture of Chris to Josh and Blaineley. "This is the man who had your Daughter."
"Chris Mclean?" Josh was surprised. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Oh my god..." Heather groaned. "Of course you know my Father, he's famous! It's not like he's a nobody on the streets."
"I worked with Chris Mclean." Blaineley told everyone. "Josh and I both and when we were all interns together I would bring Bridgette and Melissa with me and Chris knew the girls, he always said they were pretty but then he got assigned somewhere else and I didn't see him again until he was on TV."
"I can't believe she was in plain sight this whole time." Josh was amazed. "The important thing is she's safe and now we can be a family again."
The car ride home was awkward for Heather, her whole life had been stolen from her in a matter of hours and now she felt like her whole world was crumbling. Chris was always going to be her Father no matter what anyone else said and she wasn't just going to accept this new life no matter what these people who were claiming to be her Mother and Father said to her. The way in the front door was horrible, they were swarmed by paparazzi and news reporters all over the front lawn. Blaineley couldn't yell at them because she used to be one of them so she did understand but she didn't feel like talking to any of them so they quickly managed to get Heather in the house and slam the front door shut
"Melissa, this is your house." Blaineley told her the second they opened the door. "Do you remember the tire swing you had? You used to love to be pushed on that."
"No." Heather crossed her arms.
"Bridgette!" Josh yelled. "Get in here! Melissa is home!"
"Yeah, can we not do the whole 'Melissa' thing?" Heather sighed. "I grew up being called Heather and that's what I want to be called now."
"Okay..." Blaineley agreed. "We can try that if that's what you want."
"I want to see my Dad, the one who raised me." Heather told them. "This place is a dump."
"We live in a very wealthy neighborhood, this house is huge!" Josh told her. "It's not like we're middle class, look at how nice the area around us is."
"When I lived in my mansion up until a few hours ago, we had 4 bathrooms and I had my own room and I had my own TV room with surround sound." Heather told them. "This may be what you call a mansion but this place is a dump from what I'm used to."
"Melissa?" a Blonde girl in a ponytail walked in the room and looked at her. "I've heard about you almost all my life and I don't even remember you that well. I'm Bridgette and we have the same Birthday."
"You can call me Heather and I don't remember you at all." Heather looked at Bridgette's face. "I'm sorry? I mean you seem nice but thi-"
"You don't have to say anything." Bridgette smiled. "I understand, this isn't how you were raised and everything is happening like totally fast."
"At least someone understands." Heather glared at Blaineley and Josh.
"Why don't you show Melis-Heather her room?" Josh suggested to Bridgette.
"I can't." Bridgette told him. "You two need to get going soon if you plan on making it in time for the show and I'll have dinner ready when you guys get back but after dinner I'm going surfing with some people."
"I can show her where her room is." a heavier set Blonde boy said from the doorway. "I'm Owen and I'm your brother."
"I have a brother too?" Heather looked at him. "Alright, let's get this over with...Owen?"
"C'mon, you'll love it!" Owen grabbed her arm and dragged her upstairs. "You're going to love it! Did they forget to tell you about me? I think sometimes they forget I even exist but did I mention that you're going to love it here?"
"Yeah, like three times." Heather told him in an annoyed tone.
Owen pulled Heather all the way up the stairs and then down a hallway and flung open the door and shoved her inside and clapped excitedly.
"See?!" Owen opened the door. "It was the guest room but when you were a baby this was your nursery but then Mom turned it into the guest room and the best part about this is now you and I are right across the hallway from each other!"
"How old are you?" Heather laughed at him. "I think you're way too old to be excited about this."
"I'm 15." Owen told her. "I think sometimes they forget about me because they've been looking for you. Now that you're back I think that they'll be happy again and pay attention to me. Do you like games? I wonder if we could get our parents to have a game night! That would be fun."
"This room is mine?" Heather pointed to the room.
"Yep!" Owen told her.
"I'll be in my room." Heather told him as she went into the room and slammed the door shut and locked it.
"I'll see you at dinner!" Owen yelled from outside the bedroom door.
One Heather heard Owen's loud and obnoxious feet stomp down the stairs and she knew that she was finally alone, she sat on the floor in front of the door and banged her head against the door before she starting crying quietly to herself.
"What the hell, Dad?!" Heather asked herself. "How could you let this happen?! How am I stuck here?! I don't know what's going on but I hope you have a plan to get both of us out of this horrible situation! You could have just told me this, I would have understood, I just want to go back to my old life but the stupid cops won't let me."
What do you guys think? This fic is based off a new show that I'm totally obsessed with on MTV called 'Finding Carter' and I'm adding my own little twists to it! I know everyone knows Blaineley but I wanted to remind everyone that Josh is her Co-host from that aftermath show they did at the end of season one because everyone seems to forget who he is. I know right now Heather with the name switching may be confusing now but by chapter three she'll just be Heather and I'm not giving her a random new name. I'm really excited about writing this and I hope you guys like reading this as much as I like writing it. See you all at the next chapter!