AN: This is sorta my story "Hate OR Love" re-done, and trust me it'll get interesting…

Enjoy the DJ x Heather!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.

The beach, my haven the place I liked to go whenever I needed to escape.

The full moon and bright twinkling stars shone onto the smooth Lake Wawanakwa, creating a mirror image on the lake's surface. For a moment, I was reminded of my homeland, Jamaica.

I rubbed my hands through the white sand, and felt the childhood memories run back to me. I felt the warm Jamaican waters splash against my skin. And I longed for the feeling of that water splashing on my skin again.

I pulled off my shirt and my beanie, and then jumped into the lake's waters.

I was cold at first, but then my body began to get used to the icy waters. I felt so at peace, as if I reached my nirvana. I swam to the shore, and pulled myself out of the water.

Lying on the shore, I closed my eyes, and let the thoughts rush through my mind.

How will I stand being here?

How will I prove to everyone that I'm not some big sissy?

How will I?

I opened my eyes and pulled myself up. Grains of sand covered my skin, but I didn't care to brush them off.

The wind then began to howl and the breeze sent cold jolts across my wet skin. I grabbed my t-shirt and hastily put it on before running to the communal washrooms.

Despite the filthy state of the shower, I used it. The temperature was turned up as high as it would go.

The stinging shower droplets reminded me of the Jamaican rains, and how I used to run around in circles playing in them, and how my momma would yell at me for getting my church clothes wet.

After only five minutes in the shower, the water began to run cold. But, I didn't mind too much, the grains of sand were washed off, and I was warm again. Quickly dressing , I realized my beanie was still at the beach.

I trekked back to the beach to get it. I scanned the white sands for my hat. I spotted and grabbed it.

Just as I prepared to turn in to the Bass cabin, a figure in the distance caught my eye. It was a shadow, and the shadow seemed as if it was further down the shore.

Following the shoreline, I saw who was creating the shadow.


Being a curious individual, I rushed over to her.

"What are you doing?" I asked while placing a hand on her pale shoulder.

"Nothing." She choked out while pulling my hand off of herself.

"Don't lie to me." I harshly stated, while staring deep into the windows to her soul .

She was taken aback by my sudden harsh nature.

"I… I'm sorry I didn't mean for it to come out like that." I swiftly apologized after seeing her shocked expression.

"Don't apologize DJ, you were just being assertive." Heather sighed while placing a manicured hand upon my shoulder.

"Oh so that's being assertive is, I never knew." I said while tracing in the sand with my index finger.

She laughed a little, and that was the first time I ever heard her laugh honestly.

"You have a cute laugh." I said while looking at her sparkling almond eyes.

A rose-pink blush formed across her high cheek bones.

"And, you're acting very… Un-Heatherish." I chuckled.

"Well, I'm not bitch all the time, if that was what you were trying to get at." Heather bluntly stated while playfully slapping my cheek at the end of her statement.

"Oh, no, no, no that's not what I was saying. I meant …" I rambled while trying to cover up the fact that she pin-pointed exactly what I wanted to say.

"Yea, DJ, you can't lie to me." Heather joked while poking me in the chest.

I laughed this time.

"You never told me what you were doing down here." I said while lying down and propping my hands up behind my head.

"I wanted to see you." She simply stated while straddling me.

This completely shocked me; I began to feel extremely nervous, and I couldn't help but notice the look of lust in her eyes.

"Why?" I asked while tensing up.

"Because, I like you DJ." Heather flirtatiously confessed before placing a gentle kiss onto my neck.

I swallowed hard and looked up at her with innocent eyes.

"Why?" I asked through chattering teeth.

"Because Noah and Cody are gay, Trent is taken, and Owen is just, gross." Heather explained while pressing her body against mine.

I wanted to tell her to stop, I wanted to tell her to get off, I wanted to tell her to wait; but, one thing stopped me, the fact that, I wanted her.

"Take off my top DJ." Heather gently commanded while pulling herself up.

I was hesitant.

She sensed my hesitance, so she pulled my hands up to her neck, where the straps lie.

I wanted to untie them, I wanted to.

The urges overwhelmed me, so I did it. My momma wouldn't be proud; but, what momma don't know won't hurt her.

I pulled the maroon fabric from her, and tossed it aside.

She looked into my eyes as if she was trying to search for something, "You're a virgin aren't you DJ?"

"Yeah." I whispered barely audible over the crickets and other nocturnal forest creatures.

"Oh," she said while placing my hands on her chest," Well I'll try not to round to many bases with you tonight."

A devilish smile crept across her face, as she began to rub my hands back and forth across her breasts.

A small meow or moan would escape from her lips, everyone few motions.

Suddenly she pulled her hands from my wrists, to allow me to try pleasuring her on my own, but, I couldn't.

I pulled my hands away from her abruptly.

She moaned from the lack of contact, and looked deep into my eyes," Meet me here tomorrow at midnight."

I nodded my head; she got off of me and grabbed her halter top from the sandy shore.

She pulled it to her chest, not bothering to put it on; she began to walk back to her cabin, but not before she blew me a kiss.

I sat on the sandy shore for about fifteen minutes after she left.

And all I could think was,

Did that just happen?


I really need that cold shower.

AN: I think this is another HIT! I'm not sure, so tell me please! Give suggestions too, and you know what I just thought about Heather just basically molested DJ. XD

Oh yeah, tell me if they were OOC, because I think that they were.


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