Chapter 24 - The End

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A/N: BIIGGGGG author's note at the end!

Maybe prom night...

If one were to ask Veronica Sawyer approximately six months ago if she thought she would make it to her senior prom, she would've barked out a bitter laugh before flatly retorting with a firm "No." She had just been put through the absolute worst. Three murders, two suicides, and her own worrying mental health. Each day came as a new surprise to Veronica. Which kind of sucked. At the beginning of senior year, prom was all Veronica dreamed about. Her entries after the first day were all about what dress she was to wear and what guy she wanted to go with.

Chandler even offered to take her and the other Heathers dressing shopping. Martha even planned on going. It was the one event that seemed to pull everyone in Veronica's poorly put together life together.

And Veronica dreamed, and she dreamed hard, about the guy she would bring. He would have to be taller than her, but not in heels. She preferred a man with darker style of clothing to match her hopefully blue prom dress. She adored fantasizing about how he would look down at her as they slow danced and lean in, carefully connecting their lips as the Journey song slowly faded and all that remained was her everlasting teenage love with her prom date.

Maybe after the prom he would drive her to a remote location. They would share a beer, maybe two or three, get a little tipsy, and Veronica would finally understand what on Earth Chandler meant by "popping" her cherry. It was... a dream. A very distant dream, fantasy even, that Veronica had been giddy about from the start.

So when she met JD, her little hopeful teenage heart pounded. Already did she have a dress in mind, shoes to pair, and there before her stood exactly everything she wanted in a guy. Tall, dark, handsome, and edgy enough to cut with just his words. Veronica fantasized about her and JD dancing on prom night the moment she met him. This fantasy never quite went away. It only worsened, as the longer Veronica knew him, the more the dream turned from a night of paradise into a taunting reminder of her life before JD.

And she never fully blamed JD. She never told him what she envisioned. She thought she wouldn't have to. While he planned to murder her classmates, she pondered if black nail polish would match his tuxedo. As he thought about cutting open Heather Duke, she wondered if he would still be taller than her even with her two inch stilettos on. Even when he was at his worst, his murderous tendencies threatening the world, she still wondered that if she asked him to dance with her, if he would drop the gun and agree. If he would agree, and dance with her to the late night beat of teenage dreams.

But he didn't. And Veronica never found herself able to ask. Instead, he blew up in front of her, taking all of her dreams about prom and graduation and college right with him. Even when she found out he was alive, those dreams still remained tucked tightly in the center of his palm.

Which is what makes Veronica so confused. They have all fallen into a sense of normalcy. One that has taken months worth of fighting, smoking, lying, crying, and borderline dying to achieve. JD has... returned back to the person Veronica knew. He began to read again and even took up writing really bad poetry. Most of which Veronica received every time she went to visit him.

It was sweet. Veronica didn't mind it. She really didn't. Minus Duke and McNamara making out every second they thought JD or Veronica wasn't watching, it practically felt like nothing had changed. They were all living life underneath the subtle pretenses of everyone else. And Veronica liked JD's poetry. And she liked his sarcasm, something that had finally returned after months of him missing his entire personality. Minus Chandler, it really felt like what Veronica wanted from the beginning. Protection from the harassment and happiness within the elite.

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