Curtain Call (GxG Winona Ryder X Fem Reader)

Suck it up

(For this story pretend that Heather Chandler and Heather Duke were there at the remington party, okay? Perfect.).

You are on set once again, this time at a thrasher of a party, filled with frat boys and teenage lovers.

You walk into the room with Veronica and Heather Chandler by your side.

The three of you are greeted by two jock boys, one of which says, "Hello, Ladies. Throw your coats on the floor, please.".

You and Veronica share a hesitant look before following suit with Heather, placing your jackets on the dirty frat house floor.

"Veronica, this is Brad." says the boy, turning to another jock beside him.

Brad murmurs, "Exellent.".

"Now, did you girls bring your partying shoes?" asks the first boy.

Heather smiles and says, "Let's party.".

"She loves to party." chuckles the boy.

Veronica looks at you, slightly anxiously.

Then, the scene ends and the three of you move to the next set, which is a different hall of the same frat house.

Veronica and you are leaning against the wall, drinking some alcoholic beverage as Brad tries to woo Veronica.

"It's so great to talk to a girl and not have to ask 'what's your major?'. I hate that." he says, smiling.

Veronica just rolls her eyes and continues drinking, looking at you with an annoyed expression.

You save her from more flat conversation, standing up straight and saying, "Is that your idea of flirting?".

He scoffs, very plainly dejected and slightly drunk.

Then, he shakes his head and walks away from the two of you.

Winona smiles at you, "Thanks, Heather. I appreciate it.".

"Anytime, Veronica." you reply, smiling back before taking another drink.

Then, you move again to another set.

Veronica is sitting on a couch beside you as she lights a match.

Her hands shake drunkenly as she moves it down towards the flame.

A few inches away from it, she jolts her hand back up, no emotion on her face, shaking her head.

She does it again before sighing and dropping the lit match into her drink.

It lights up almost immediately and she grabs it, standing up, looking around.

Then, she tosses it out of the window before looking back to you.

"That was kinda stupid, Ronnie." you say, a slurring drunk tone to your voice.

"Yeah, I know." she says, just as Brad comes around the corner.

Veronica sighs as he approaches her.

He plops himself down between the two of you, making you scoot the other way, making sure you're far away from him.

Veronica tries to scoot away as well, but she's already touching the end of the sofa.

Brad puts his arm around her while placing his other hand on her thigh, "Oh, I know, everyone at your high school isn't so uptightttt... Come on.".

"I don't feel so good, okay?" she replies, frowning.

"Let's do it on the coats, huh? It'll be excellent!" he encourages.

She stands up, "You know, I always have a prepared speech for my suitor when he wants more than I'd like to give him.".

You stand up, walking over to her.

"Gee, blank, I had a really nice-" she begins, but he cuts her off, lying back on the couch.

"Save the speeches for Malcolm X... I just wanna get laiiddd." he says, patting his chest.

Veronica looks down at him, disgusted before saying, "You don't deserve my fucking speech.".

"Come on, Veronica. Let's get the hell out of here." you say.

She nods, following you back into the hallway.

Halfway through, she leans against the wall, looking unwell.

Heather Chandler storms to her, coming between you and Veronica as she says, "What's your damage, Veronica?! Brad says you're being a real cooze!".

Veronica says, "Heather, I feel really sick, like I'm gonna throw up. Can we just jam now, please?".

Heather scoffs, "No! Hell no!".

Then, Winona bends over before throwing up.

Or, at least looking like she's throwing up from the view of the camera.

Heather looks up and laughs at her as you gently place a hand on her back, "Veronica! Veronica, are you alright??".

Then, the director calls, "Wonderful! Not a cut needed! Now, get out there, finish this last scene and we'll let you off!".

The three of you nod before heading out the backdoor of the set to a fake alleyway, where a fire is burning in one of the trashcans.

The cameras begin to roll as you and Veronica quickly walk out of the frat house, you steadying her drunk, sick body with your arm.

But, both of you come to a stop upon hearing Heather's high heels clack behind you.

The two of you turn around to face her.

Heather focuses on Veronica, pretending as if you aren't even there as she spits, "You stupid fuck!".

Veronica scrunches her face up, "You goddamn bitch!".

Heather scoffs, "You were nothing before you met me! You were still playing barbies with Betty Finn! You were nothing but a girl scout cookie! I got you into a Remington party!".

Heather shakes her head, sneering at Veronica as she says, "And what's my thanks? It's on the carpet! I got paid in puke!".

Winona clenches her fists angrily, "Lick it up, baby. Lick. It. Up!".

Heather gapes at her for a moment before spitting, "Monday morning, you're history. And you too, Duke. Especially if you support this bitch. Westerburg isn't gonna let you play their reindeer games anymore.".

"That's fine." she replies, taking a step back.

"Come on, Veronica, let's blow this popsicle stand." you say, leading her out of the alley.

"Cut! Perfect! Just perfect, ladies!" exclaims the director.

"Now, go, have some freetime while we get the next set up and ready, yes?".

The three of you nod before you and Winona head off set together, leaving Kim to go off on her own way.

Once you're finally off of the set, you grasp her hands, exclaiming, "Winona! You were so badass!".

She chuckles, "You did even better than me. I loved the passion you put into our scenes! You always seem so genuinely at-attention!".

You nod, smiling and shaking your head, "Yeah... acting school was worth it.".

That was a lie.

You'd never even been to acting school.

And the reason you were so at-attention was because Winona was near.

You didn't want to mess her scene up.

You just wish you could confess to her.

You are so in love.

But what if she doesn't feel the same?

Are you willing to take that chance?

Yes.