Heathers Requests/One Shots

Duke and the Duchess

I really love the wordplay in the chapter name. I live for wordplay, even when it was made by a sleep deprived mess at midnight. TW for a brief mention of eating disorders. Hope you enjoy!

I put on some new lipstick. Dark berry, it had said on the label. I turned to Mac and Heather. "What do you think?" Mac's eyes lit up. She reached up a finger and touched my bottom lip. Her touch sent thrills through my body.

"It's so amazing," she cooed, admiring me. I wanted her attention more than I ever wanted one of those football idiots to look at me. "It makes you look so much older. Sophisticated. What do you think Heather?" We turned to Heather, with her big red scrunchie and critical eyes.

"It would be good for a funeral," Heather scoffed, going back to her magazine. Mac turned to me, while I was already blotting it off with a tissue. Mac frowned as I put on plain gloss. I liked it and Mac liked it, which was all I wanted, needed, but Heather had the final say.

I threw it in the trash while I went out the door. Mac and Heather were having a sleepover, while my mom needed me home. "Bye Heather, Bye Heather." Heather waved flippantly while Mac waved enthusiastically.

"Bye Heather!" she chirped, halfway through sharpening her pencil. Yellow, just like her. Nearly as thin as her too. I wanted to be thin like that. My stomach protested my mind, who wanted to get rid of my last meal.

I left, trying to feel my hipbones through my skirt.

When I left for Heather's Ferrari 365, there was a small bag at my feet. It wasn't red and it wasn't yellow. It was dark green, with white stripes and gray cellophane. I picked it up, digging in it for whatever was inside. 

It was dark berry lipstick. The small circle tag had been removed, and replaced by a small black and yellow bird doodled on it instead. I knew who it was from immediately. I smiled and shoved the tube in the pocket of my blazer.

"What was that?" Heather asked as she checked her eyeshadow in her mirror. I looked at Mac, then back at Heather. I smiled.

"Nothing, Heather." She rolled her eyes and slammed on the gas. We left dark tracks on the road as we sped off.

"C'mon, we need to get to Veronica's house."

I applied the lipstick for the first time. Funny, I was still following Heather's advice. It did look good for a funeral. I straightened my black dress and went into Heather's room. There were streaks in her makeup.

I didn't know why she still was sad. It was relieving, knowing that Heather was gone. That I would never have to shut up again.

"Hey," I said, wrapping an arm around her. Fireworks went off where our skin touched. "I'll reapply your makeup, yeah?" She gave me a watery smile, and in that moment, she never looked more beautiful. I pressed my lips to hers. It tasted like tears.

She pulled away. Oh no. This is the moment when she says no. When she tells you that she isn't interested. Oh God, Heather, why would you-

"We don't have time," she said softly, her words like an unsung song. "But afterwards, meet at my house?" Her smile eased everything in my life, made everything better, made the world a better place.

"Of course," I breathed, placing a quick peck to her cheek before tugging her upright, over to the bathroom. "Now come on, I meant it when I said I would redo your makeup." She laughed, and popularity didn't matter. All that mattered was Mac and me.

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