Total Drama World Tour: Miranda's Way

Chapter 23: "Your Arms Are My Castle"

TDWT: Miranda's Way (Episode 23: Aww Drumheller!)

Alejandro's POV:

She broke the kiss to pull at my shirt.

I smirked. "Eager to play, mi dulce?"

She chuckled. "We've wanted this for weeks, don't act like it's just me."

I shrugged. "Touche."

With that, I pulled off my shirt, leaving Miranda to let her hands do their magic.

"Is this even real?" she asked playfully.

"What do you mean?"

"Like...these abs. Are they real, 'cause it doesn't feel like it."

I smirked. "Oh, they're real, and they're all yours, sweetheart."

She blushed. "Didn't you say what yours is mine and what's mine is yours?"

I chuckled, remembering New York. "I believe so. And that means..."

I pulled up her shirt and caressed her chest. "These are mine, are they not?"

She blushed, biting her lip to hold back a moan, to no avail.

I chuckled, watching her reactions. It was the little things she did that made me fall for her over and over again.

We kept at things like this until she stopped me, panting and red.

"I don't want to go any further. I'm not losing my virginity yet."

I smirked. "Fair enough. You must be exhausted anyways."

So, I picked her up, laid down, and put her on top of me.

She smiled, snuggling her head into my chest.

"Comfy?" I asked.

She nodded. "Very."

She yawned, closing her eyes.

I smiled at her, scratching her back gently. She seemed to be at such peace, and I couldn't help but feel it because of this.

So, I closed my eyes and started to drift off to sleep.

Miranda's POV:

Everything felt perfect.

Until my dreams took over.

My worst fears were coming to life right before me, it seemed.

Alejandro was yelling at me. I couldn't make out full sentences, but I could hear little things.

"How could you?"

"I trusted you!"

"You bitch!"

I tried to run away, but his voice chased me whenever I went.

I soon hit a dead end, the voices louder than ever.

Before I could scream, they stopped and was replaced by a sly female chuckle.

I turned to see Courtney dressed in a wicked black dress, smirking at me.

"What do you want?" I asked angrily.

"I want your suffering to continue." she answered in a smoothly evil tone.

"I told you he didn't care about you. You may think he trusts you, but I think it's clear that he's using you to win. He wanted me, that I could tell."

I shook my head. "He used you! He told me. He never loved you."

She scowled, sighing. "Well, even if that's true, he probably doesn't love you either. I don't blame him. He wouldn't get much good out of dating you."