A Different, Better Timeline

Something to Do

"Lindsay, it's the principle of it. Heather has no right to tell you who you can and can't hang out with," Bridgette explained as she brushed her hair. "And she definitely has no right to tell us we can't hang out with you."

Lindsay nodded, "I know, but I don't want to get voted out. I want to be your friend, but Heather doesn't like that." She smoothed down her hair before setting her bandana in place.

"Who gives a shit about what Heather likes?" Bridgette asked. This conversation had been going on for thirty minutes now. Lindsay had shyly walked into the bathroom, where Bridgette and Courtney had been getting ready, and announced that they couldn't be friends anymore, that Heather didn't want her hanging out with the other team. Needless to say, both bass girls had a problem with that, and they were trying their best to make Lindsay see why.

"I do. I mean, I don't, but I don't want her to vote me out, either. I want to win," Lindsay sadly said. "I told you, she said she'd vote me out if I kept hanging out with you."

Courtney shook her head. Normally, this wouldn't matter to her, but she liked Lindsay enough to want to continue their friendship, and she definitely disliked Heather enough to want to go against her on this. It wasn't cool three days ago when she warned Bridgette and Courtney to stay away, and it wasn't cool now. "Okay, just one question, does Heather even have the votes to get you out? From what it seems, no one on your team even likes her. Even you, her closest ally."

"No, no, no!" Lindsay exclaimed, furiously shaking her head. "I like Heather! I do. I just like you guys, too. I want to stay in this game. Heather's been really good to me! I could have already been eliminated tons of times, and I'm still here! Like, maybe she's not nice or a very good friend sometimes, but she's always been trustworthy to me."

Bridgette put down her hairbrush and walked the short distance to Lindsay. She placed a comforting hand on the other blonde's shoulder. "I get it. She's your friend. She's your ally. You want to stay true to her, but you have to be able to do what you want. I don't want to be mean, but she's manipulating you here. I'm sure she's kept you safe in the past, but I don't think she has the votes to get you out now. And, even if she did, I don't think she would want to. Linds, she needs you."

"Yes, Lindsay, her threats are baseless." Courtney hopped off the counter she was sitting on and walked over to the blondes. "You're the only person on this island who likes her. She's not getting rid of you. And unlike Bridgette, I have no problem getting mean, if you can even count what she said as mean. Heather's a terrible human being, and I've told her this. She thinks the best way to get things in life is by stepping on other people. It isn't, by the way. I don't understand why you or anyone would align themselves with her."

Lindsay placed a hand over her heart as she thought this over. They could be right, her teammates certainly didn't seem to like Heather most of the time, especially Leshawna and Gwen. Heather and Leshawna always fought, and Heather always did things to hurt Gwen. Surely they wouldn't vote with her. Trent probably wouldn't either. He liked Gwen, and Heather was the meanest to her. Maybe Owen would, but that was only one person. Maybe Heather's threat wasn't real after all!

"You think so?" Lindsay asked, hope in her eyes. "I can be your friend and still stay in the game?"

Bridgette nodded, "I mean, I can't promise they won't vote you out, but I'm pretty sure it won't be because you're hanging out with the other team if they do. Heather will be mad, but you have to ask yourself: is it worth it? Do you want to be our friend?"

"Yes! I love hanging out with you two, you're so much more fun than my team! Of course I want to be your friend!" Lindsay earnestly said. "I didn't want to stop, but Heather told me I had to or she would vote me out. If she's not going to vote me out, then there's no reason I can't be your friend, right?