Heathers: The Chansaw Edition

Bonds Strengthened

The next morning. Heather and I got dressed in silence. I was still numb from finding out that at least one of my parents wanted to see me again. The pain of rejection and hatred that my mom had shown me still burned fresh.

Heather, for her part, seemed uncertain with how she should address me and the situation. Despite everything else, it still amazed me to see more and more of the real Heather Chandler, without her walls and façade of a stone cold bitch.

"So what do you want for breakfast?" I asked, deciding to break the silence first.

Heather jumped up from the pile of clothes she was rummaging through and turned to me with a mixed expression of relief and worry.

"Anything you want, I'll make." She replied with a sweet smile.

"Well when you put it like that..." I trailed off as I moved closer to her. Hand reaching for a strand of bed ruffled hair. Heather quite literally stopped breathing.

"French toast would be perfect." I finished with a smile, turning away from her suddenly.

"Jesus Christ, you're such a tease." Heather said after regaining her composure a few seconds later.

"And you love me for it." I replied as I went into the bathroom to shower.

When I came back out, Heather was gone. I made my way to the kitchen, following the sound of banging pots. As I entered the kitchen, I saw that Heather had started making us something to eat. She was fast, already putting the first pieces of bread to cook in the pan. I moved carefully to hug her from behind.

"Thank you." I said candidly. "Can I help with anything?" I asked.

"Well knowing that you are shit with any form of cooking, not really." Heather said teasingly.
"Although I suppose you could get some heaving whipping cream, sugar, vanilla extract and that stand mixer to make whipped cream." Heather continued.

"Yes, ma'am." Veronica mock saluted as she set about to find all of those items.

Once she had procured all of the items, Heather gave instructions on how much of everything to add to the mixing bowl and how to make whipped cream.

Despite her best efforts, I still ended up turning on the mixer speed way too high and spilled the contents of the bowl everywhere. I corrected it as fast as I could and luckily saved the whipped cream.

Heather uselessly cackled at my cooking misfortune from her place near the stove. Soon, everything was ready to be served. We sat together and ate our meal in comfortable silence. I had forgotten my current situation for a few moments and I was glad to have someone like Heather with me to be my support.

In fact, this past week I learned pretty quickly that I had made good choices in friends. Although Heather Duke played a role of rude comments and undermining scoffs, she used the connections she had helped soften the blow of Heather and I's relationship.

She made sure that anyone being particularly rude was reminded of their own skeletons and the fact that Duke knew of them. Thank God she's on our side. I thought to myself. I didn't want to imagine a world where she used her connections against me or Heather.

McNamara did all she could as well. Although a bundle of sunshine, she was also fiercely loyal. Her small form shook in anger as she reprimanded anyone who dared to speak poorly of her friends. She was quite the site. Everyone likes to think of her as an innocent cinnamon roll but she's so much more than that. My inner monologue said.

Despite lacking in social connections like Heather and Heather, JD worked to defend Heather and I as best he could. Although, his methods were a bit brash (he ended up suspended after bringing a gun with blanks and firing them at a few students berating me in class).