Heathers Requests/One Shots

Blood Stained Lips

I've recently gotten a lot of inspiration for this story, so I hope you guys are ready for a lot of updates (please still send requests!). My first angst story in a long time, so... sorry not sorry, I guess?

 Red. Red, living in triality with green and yellow, was her life. It was first her clothes, then lips, then everything about her life. Cherries as a midnight snack and cranberry juice instead of water (maybe it wasn't the healthiest, but she had the rest of her life to be healthy. This was high school), red ballpoints on her notes and poppies in her windowsill. 

It was only until spring break of junior year when a new color started blooming in her heart. Blue. Veronica had caught her eye in her shades of blue, her navy coat and her indigo scarf, her periwinkle backpack and the flecks of dark blue hidden in her deep brown eyes.

When she became part of the Heathers, no one questioned her judgement. She had never made an irrational choice before, why would she start now? Oh yeah, because Veronica Sawyer was mesmerizing.

Then she had seen the teal liquid swirling in the cup, and she had known what it was. But she had wanted to believe that Veronica would never, that it was just punch, so she raised it to her lips. Then it had been smacked away and J.D. arrested and they were free, free from that murderous psycho. But most importantly, Veronica was single.

Heather Chandler was a confident person.  She always spoke what she thought unless she was lying for a good reason, like for a bigger scheme or so her mom didn't stop paying her credit card bills. But love was something she had never dealt with. Heather Duke was out of the question, she would be so judgmental. And Veronica was an obvious no go. So, Mac was her friend of choice.

She had squealed and laughed, but not unkindly. She had been genuinely excited, if not a little too excited. She had suggested YouTube videos about crushes, the difference between like and love, the best ways to know if your crush like you back.

Calm down, were the first words she told her. Thank you, were the next. The former queens of their high school, as weak as they were, had fallen after their leader had started dating her second in command. Regina George and Gretchen Wieners, if she wasn't mistaken.

Heather was in her bed, talking to Mac on the phone about mall trips, matte nail plush, and what flowers Veronica might like best, when her throat started to tickle. She had dragged herself out of bed to make a pot of pomegranate tea, when it only got worse after a cup. She started coughing, cutting off Mac debating between lilies and tulips.

"Okay, so Google says blue tulips don't exist, but I guess if you use blue water you could- Heather, are you okay? Heather? Heather! Do I need to call someone?" Heather had tried shaking her head, but she then realized that Mac couldn't see her.

"N-No, it's-" She was cut off my something in her throat. She hacked heavily, pushing her tea cup away from her, leaning forward on her forearms. She closed her eyes, then suddenly, something soft was in her mouth. Her throat felt better. She pulled it out.

A handful of small blue flower petals, speckled in blood. She let them sway into the counter. Mac was still freaking out in her ear.

"How fast can you be at my house?" 

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"I find out that my life is in danger because of Tumblr? You're joking." Mac shrugged, scrolling through her phone worriedly.

"I'm not, though... I really with I was." Mac's voice dropped. "Unless you get surgery, which could erase all your memories of Veronica" Heather's heart clenched, "or maybe even all y-ur feelings, you'll choke on the flowers. Which... y'know, that would be bad." Heather rolled her eyes.

"Yeah. Death is bad, Mac." She flinched, dropping her head so her blue eyes were obscured, her blonde ringlets hiding them. Heather mentally slapped herself. "Sorry Heather. Just... kinda freaked." Mac looked up, a small smile on her face. Her phone dinged.

"It's Heather," she said, looking up quickly before opening the text. "It's says... it says... I'm my God." Mac's hand dropped, her phone hitting the imported counter. Her blue eyes flicked back and forth, reading and rereading the message.

"What?" Heather snapped, angrily tapping her red and gold nails against the side of her tea cup. Mac looked at her like a wild animal that she was scared of frightening. "Mac, what's wrong." Her own phone dinged. Not the normal noise, but the special one she had set for Veronica.

"Heather, I don't think you should... oh no." Mac must have seen her face drop, the light in her eyes fade, her shoulders slump and her face set. "I'll get the ice cream." Mac scurried over to the freezer.

Hey Heather! Just wanted to let y0u know that... me and Heather (Duke) are dating! I hope this doesn't change things between us! See you tomorrow! :D

Mac gently scooped her phone away, turning it off, all the way off. She had a loose grip on her wrist as she led her to the plush couch, setting the ice cream on the table with two spoons as she grabbed the remote.

"We'll call the hospital in the morning, yeah? See what we can do." Mac was a constant force, a gentle beam of ever present moonlight. Not too intense, only existing in the shadows of everybody else, but amazing once you saw it in person.

Heather began choking on flowers again, the petals forcing their way up her throat. Mac panicked as Heather hacked, sending hoards of blood drenched petals into her hands. She dumped them in the trash, giving up on getting the sticky blood off her hands. Mac brought over one of those big industrial buckets from under her sink, -lacing everything in her lap.

Her lips were bright red, sticky. She ran her tongue over them, expecting to taste her peppermint lip tint, or maybe the remnants of her tea, but now. Sharp, stale blood was all she could taste. She closed her eyes, trying to drown out everything in some old 80s movie Mac had picked, sipping on a soda and eating way too many corn nuts, trying to convince herself that this was just another movie night.  

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