Veronica // Heathers Fanfiction

VI

The next morning, Betty woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. She got out of the guest room, already showered and ready to start her day, and was greeted by JD when she entered the kitchen, who was still in his sleep clothes, a white t-shirt and plaid pajama pants, plus a mess of brown hair that indicated he had just woken up.

"Good morning," he welcomed her with a smile, he sounded a little croaky from having just woken up. "Want some coffee?"

"Yes, I'd love some," Betty replied, removing her glasses to rub off the sleep still lingering in her eyes.

JD spun on his heels and grabbed a mug from the cabinet, filling it to the brim with scalding dark coffee, the smoke billowing into the air and invading Betty's nostrils with its sharp and bitter aroma. He slid the mug on the kitchen island carefully so Betty, who was sitting across from it, could reach it. She took a small sip, the liquid working its magic and giving her energy almost instantly, warming her up on the inside; her wet hair was still dripping on her back, making her feel the effects of the cool breeze a lot more.

"Do you like scrambled eggs? I was gonna make some for myself," JD asked her as he walked towards the fridge, taking out a carton of white eggs.

"Hm, yeah, sure...if it's not too much trouble."

"No, not at all," he brushed her off with a wave of his hand. Betty drank her coffee in silence and JD was focused on his task, the sounds of him cooking -the eggshells breaking, the butter melting, the spatula scratching against the pan- relaxing her. In less than 8 minutes he turned away from the stove, holding two plates of scrambled eggs and toast, both smelling delicious and making Betty's stomach rumble.

"Thank you, this smells fantastic," she said, taking a bite. It tasted fantastic too. JD answered with a nod, and they ate in silence until he spoke up again.

"Someone is ready for the day, huh?" he pointed out.

Betty followed his eyes and looked down at her clothes, just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, not fancy at all but perhaps a bit unusual for a lazy Saturday morning, given it wasn't even 9 a.m. "Oh, yeah, I'm an early bird," she gave him half a shrug.

"I'm definitely not," he said. "The only reason I'm awake at this ungodly hour is because of work."

"You have work on a Saturday? Yikes," Betty offered her sympathies, wrinkling her nose.

"So do you," JD disputed, amused.

"Yeah but I'm making 80 thousand, how much are you making?" Betty said, her tongue in cheek rejoinder matching the same tone as his, just as snarky and playful, and JD responded with a deep laugh, the corner of his eyes wrinkling.

"A lot less than that, I can assure you," he answered. She had asked jokingly, but his response proved her supposition that Veronica's money had been the one responsible for the lavish house and the fancy cars, not his.

"What do you work with, if you don't mind me asking?" she asked after swallowing another forkful of eggs.

"I took over my dad's demolition company," he explained. "Although I'm not nearly as passionate about it as he was, mostly I Just handle the paperwork, deal with clients, that sort of stuff."

"Oh," was Betty's wordy response. "That sounds..."

"Boring? Yeah tell me about it," he said, scratching his five o'clock shadow. "But on the bright side, I can do most of it from home, I only go there once or twice a week to check if everything's ok, and the rest of the time I can be here for Ronnie, I don't like leaving her alone...well, she's not alone, obviously, there's Martha, but even so..."