Heathers Requests/One Shots

Good Choices

I accidently posted the last chapter without a name... whoops! I fixed it, don't worry, but... how long did that stay up there? *anxiety intensifies*

Anyway, uh, thanks to pastelaine-art on deviantart for this amazing art of Heather McNamara!

I opened my phone, looking at the notification that popped up like it did every morning. The yellow button was the same, like it always was, but the red one...

Who do you want to be happy today?

-your new friend

-yourself

[You Selected --> 'your new friend]

I sighed, throwing my phone down as I got dressed in my usual yellow. It was Veronica, of course. Veronica was my only new friend. Maybe even my only friend.

I jumped in Heather's jeep. It was Heather's but Heather always drove it. The first time I saw it, it was a little disorienting seeing Heather driving a dark green jeep, with Heather in the passengers seat, arms crossed and slumped. My phone rang.

"Yeah Veronica?" I said, picking up. There was pure joy in her voice, she didn't even have to speak for me to hear it.

"J.D. surprised me!" I could hear clothes rustling as she moved around. I wondered if she was getting dressed, and then my face grew bright red. I refocused on what she was saying.

"-and he brought chocolates and breakfast in bed and- oh my God, Heather, it was amazing!" I laughed at cool, calm, collected Veronica being this bubbly and hyper. She sounded like- like Martha.

I once chose for someone who was 'the loser' to be happy. I heard later that Ram and Martha were seen walking to class together. I knew that Heather and Heather always chose for themselves to be happy. I wonder what that was like.

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I woke up in my room, red on red on red on the occasional pink. My phone gave the usual notification noise. I smiled, grabbing the phone. It was white, with a pattern of red bows. It was a birthday gift from Mac. She gave nice gifts. Heather got me a book.

Who do you want to be happy today?

-your friend

-yourself

[You Selected --> 'yourself]

When this came up, I didn't know whether it was talking about Heather or Mac. I always chose myself, because... I don't know, because I was a bad person? Whatever, I'm sure Heather and Mac chose the same thing. Who wouldn't?

I walked downstairs, tying my hair back with my red scrunchie, when I saw the plate of blueberry pancakes on the counter. My favorite. My dad had made them. He hardly ever did that anymore.

A honk. Heather. She was already getting out of the drivers seat and getting in the passengers, like I knew she would. I hit the gas and sped off, getting to Mac's house.

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Who do you want to be happy today?

-your nicest friend

-yourself

[You Selected --> 'yourself]

I smiled at my option. My screen flashed green when I picked myself, and that was just an added bonus. I knew Heather wasn't going to be nice, something like that simply didn't happen.

A small box was on the kitchen table. It was a normal brown box, with a card. From Mom & Dad. I opened it carefully. It was a book. I grabbed it. Moby-Dick. But why..?

oh. OH! It was a first edition! Those were so expensive, and so hard to come by! My choice did pay off, I thought happily as I skipped to my car. I put the book in the passengers seat, which I would be sitting in soon.

My good mood faded as I pulled up to Heather's house. I honked once, before hurrying into the passengers seat, desperate to get my hands on that book.

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Who do you want to be happy today?

-your old friend

-yourself

[You Selected --> 'your old friend]

Of course I would choose Martha to be happy, why wouldn't I? I was just to get up, when my door was flung open. I nearly screamed, but soon, J.D.'s lips were on mine. I smiled, leaning into it. "Why are you here?" I asked.

"Just thought I'd surprise you. Here," he said, handing me a plate of waffles. There was a small bar of chocolate on the side. "Your favorites, yes. I'll leave so you can change. Or- I can stay, if you want?" He winked a dark eye at me. I turned slightly pink, but playfully slapped his arm and he left, his hands up playfully.

I got out my phone, looking back at my option. I hardly ever chose myself, but I did do it sometimes. It felt good thought, making other people happy. J.D., Betty Finn, Kurt Kelly... I had made them happy, if only for a day. And maybe I didn't want Kurt Kelly to be happy necessarily, but it still felt good that I had chosen for them to be happy, that I had been the bigger person.

I opened my phone, scrolling through my contacts. I tapped on Mac's, letting it ring as I rustled around for some socially acceptable clothes. "Yeah Veronica?" I was filled with joy at Mac's small, melodic voice. 

She was my best friend. The world seemed brighter when she was there. But that was normal... right?

"J.D. surprised me!" I told her. I had nearly forgotten that that was what I had wanted to tell her. "He just came into my bedroom and kissed me, and he was just so sweet, and he brought chocolates and breakfast in bed and- oh my God, Heather, it was amazing!"

She laughed, and maybe, for just a moment, the world was a better place.

Martha texted me. For the first time in ages. It was a picture of a sweater, light pink with a unicorn on it. I had gotten her it for her last birthday, before I met the Heathers. We had this tradition of hiding out birthday gifts, and you could only tell the other where theirs was if they couldn't find it for a year.

Thanks Ronnie! I smiled. It had been a long time since someone called me that. J.D. and the Heathers didn't really use nicknames, and my parents knew that I had grown out of 'Vera' a long time ago.

No problem Martha! Martha would always choose for other people to be happy. Something hit me. Had she chosen me to be happy, chosen to have J.D. surprise me? I smiled down at my phone. Maybe it was time for another movie night.

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