Heathers & Mean Girls X Fem!Reader Oneshots (Discontinued)

Fake Girlfriend [Gretchen]

Quick announcement before I start, I'm gonna start writing in 2nd person pov now, so it'll mostly be in that pov instead of 1st person. Now, on with the story!

Y/N: Your name

L/N: Last name

Warnings: Swearing, idk

"Y/N!" Gretchen slammed the door open, startling you in the process. You groaned as you rolled over to look at her. "What do you want, Wieners?" After you saw the stressed look on her face, you quickly got up in worry. "What happened? Is everything okay? Why do you look worried?" you asked, bombarding her with questions. She shook her head. "Everything is not fine! I have to go to this party with Regina and Karen but Jason is going to be there! I can't face him alone!" While she rambled on, you escorted her to your bed where you slowly rubbed her back to try and calm her down. "Don't you have Regina and Karen? They're your friends, right?" She looked away, embarrassed. "Yes, I do, but it's going to be pathetic if I can't even find a partner when Jason already seems to have a girlfriend! It's not fetch being alone Y/N!"

You chuckled at the use of the word 'fetch'. "This isn't funny!" Gretchen cried out in response. She buried her face in her hands, not knowing what to do. She felt the bed dip a bit before jumping back up, signaling that you had left her side. She looked up slightly, wondering where you went, and was met with the sight of you rummaging through your closet. "What are you doing?" You threw a t-shirt on the floor. "Get up and help me find an outfit. We're going to that party." She couldn't fight the small smile that appeared on her face because of your gesture. "Well, definite not that," she replied when you held out your choice of clothing to her. "Then tell me, fashion guru, what do I wear?" She giggled lightly, making you smile along with her. "Let me help."

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She couldn't lie, you looked absolutely dashing with your clothes. Yes, it was simple, only ripped jeans and a t-shirt, but you still looked amazing in her eyes. Your fingers tapped on the wheel, decorated with multiple rings with many bracelets dangling around your wrist. You felt a pair of eyes looking at you so when the light turned red, you turned to the girl beside you. "See anything you like?" you teased. To both of your surprises, Gretchen replied with a short and curt response. "Yes." The brunette wasn't used to being this bold but being around you just made her confidence burst through the roof. You chuckled lightly, sending your friend a small wink. "Me too." The girl fought the blush that rose to her face, painting her cheeks a light pink. Thankfully, you had looked away before you could see the effect you had on your dear friend. You took your time driving to the designated house the party was at, secretly wanting to spend more time with Gretchen. You both had a fun time in the car, singing loudly to multiple songs, telling each other dumb jokes, and even dumber pickup lines. Soon, to both of your dismay, you reached your destination. Thankfully, the night hadn't ended yet so you still had more time to hang out "as friends".

Once Gretchen saw the house with flashing lights and loud music blasting from inside, she started to feel nervous again. "What if I see Jason again? What will he think? Do you think this will work?" she asked you. You reassured her with your calming voice. "You'll be just fine. I'm sure the plan will work. We're just pretending to be a couple. You'll be your beautiful, amazing self and Jason will get jealous of us and you guys can kiss or whatever." You waved your hand around to accentuate your words. "Now come on, we can't keep your boyfriend waiting." "Ex-boyfriend," she corrected. "But soon to be boyfriend." She rolled her eyes playfully. "Shut up." You teasingly got closer, just inches away from her face. "Make me," you whispered, grinning deviously. She looked away quickly before you could see her face but you didn't push. Instead you got up and made your way around to her side of the car, opening the door for her.