Heathers Requests/One Shots

Heather, Heather, Heather, and Veronica

60 reads! I have never gotten this many reads, and it's really exciting! It really makes me want to write more, but I want to hear from my readers. So if you have ideas, please, comment them! I've never written a polyamorous relationship, so I really wanna try this out. This is a Heather/Heather/Heather/Veronica story. TW//brief mentions of suicide. (This is Heather Chandler point of view)

This was it. The big day. Three colored ring boxes sat in my designer purse. I knew we couldn't marry - it wasn't legal - but we had all been thinking about it.

At first, it had been Veronica dating Heather and and me dating Mac. Blue and green, and red and yellow. Then, things started getting weird. 

We all started hanging out more. And then, after one night clubbing, things got... really out of hand. Let's just say that we were really embarrassed remembering drunken confessions. And suddenly there weren't two couples, there was just... us four.

Mac had been the one to find the name for it. Polyamory. We all had nicknames. Veronica was Ronnie, Heather was Mac, Heather was... well, Heather was just Heather, and I was Heath. I didn't particularly like that name, but seeing the way Mac's sleepy eyes had lit up what I sing-songed, "Heath made breakfast~" was worth it. 

Now, we were meeting at a cute diner down the block. And there three rings in my bag. The last one, the fourth one, was on my finger. A bright red ruby, ringed with diamonds. There were three more, emerald, yellow diamond, and sapphire. 

Inside my stomach was thrashing and twisting and knotting, but I had always been a good actor. Acting fine in the hospital when that homicidal, slushie-loving maniac Veronica was dating (she is the living definition of bisexual distress) gave me drain cleaner. Acting fine when Mac nearly overdosed. Acting fine when J.D. almost blew up the school and shot Veronica.

"Hey!" I said, sliding into the seat next to Ronnie. My fellow Heathers were across from me. Mac was trying to get Heather to eat a chicken salad sandwich, while she was already done with what looked like chicken parmesan. Ronnie had ordered waffles and chicken, something I didn't understand,  and had ordered me pancakes. Even though it was 12:40.

"Hey Hea- where did you get that?!" Mac gasped, taking my hand. It would have looked like she was being rough, but she was being incredibly gentle. Mac always noticed the small details. Ronnie and Heather were both looking at me avidly.

"Well... I got it! As a gift for myself. But..." I reached into my bag, slowly pulling out the boxes one by one. Blue, then green, then yellow. I had a small speech for each one of them. I first turned to Heather.

"Heather, I know that I've never treated you like you deserve. But I promise you, I love you. I would say you are the best person in my life, but it's a three way tie.

"Mac, you are amazing. When I saw you in that bathroom, my heart stopped because, I thought that I might lose my ray of sunshine. I couldn't live with that.

"Ronnie, meeting you was one of the best moments in my life. I can't imagine life without you, and frankly, I don't want to.

"Each of you make my life worth living." I popped each of the boxes, revealing the rings. "I know that it isn't legal, but... I don't need a fancy wedding and some piece of paper to prove that I love you all. So... would you three give me the honor... of being my wives."

Silence. Not in the restaurant. No one else seemed to realize what was going on. Our table was an island, a silent island. My eyes fell to the floor. Something was dripping on it. Did Ronnie knock over her water? I looked up, meeting Ronnie's eyes.

Her cheeks were wet and her eyes were overflowing with tears. "Hey," I said, forgetting all about the rings and the proposal to comfort one of my true loves. Two more pairs of arms were wrapped around us; Heather and Mac.

Ronnie's hand darted out and took her ring, sliding it onto her finger. "Heath... I can't think of anything better." Heather and Mac both grabbed their rings, sliding it on their fingers.

I let my eyes close, and let myself be buried in a small pile. "Uhh... can I get you anything to eat?" I opened my eyes, seeing a nervous looking server.

"Can I have a have a Caesar salad?" He nodded and hurried off. Mac laughed, before she walked around to her seat, a loose grip on Heather's arm.

"C'mon, love, you need to eat." Heather laughed softly. None of us, especially her, could resist Mac's puppy dog eyes.

I slid the boxes into my bag. The whole afternoon, I couldn't take my eyes off the four glittering stones. Maybe they were only rings. Maybe they were only objects. But they were something more, at least to me.

They were proof that, no matter what we had been through and what we still had to go, we would always be together.

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