high school crush (Heather x Bridgette)

Quick trip to the hospital

Heather- 17th September 

'YOU SAID WHAT?!' Courtney screams down the line. I'm such an idiot. Why did I say that to Bridgette and why did I tell Courtney. Out of all people.

'I know, calm down. I'm not even freaking out that much.' I flatly respond. I am though, way worse than her. The only reason I'm not crying is my cat, Bruiser. Unfortunately, Damien picked the name and Angela chose a white cat. I would've picked a black cat named Sabrina. But it's whatever, the cat still prefers me to them. Anyway, he snuggles up on my legs 

'You know what you have to do?' Courtney says, 'go to her house and kiss her.'

'COURTNEY!! How stupid are you? You can't just do that, it's some form of harassment I'm guessing!!' I scream. Boy, this call was a bad idea if I wanna have eardrums till I'm thirty.

'Yo, girls. Chill, it's not even that bad.' Duncan grumbles from Courtney's line. I forgot that low-life douchebag was on the phone with her. 

'Heather get ready, I'm driving you to her house.' Courtney exclaims, 'I can walk, it's like 15 minutes.' I protest, but was I ever going to win against her?!? 

'I would let you go, but I kinda want to see what happens, so car it is. C'mon.' She proudly states. There's no arguing with that. 

*****5 minutes later*****

Courtney aggressively honks her car outside of my house, and I can faintly hear her yelling, 'HURRY UP HEATHER!!!!' Urgh. Reminder for future self: never in let Courtney in on anything to do with crushes.

'Took you long enough.' Courtney murmurs, setting up her playlist to the car. Unsurprisingly, her car is spotless, even having a fucking bin in here. So Courtney-coded. 

'Anyways hurry up chauffeur, I don't pay you to slack.' I snap, suddenly feeling really nervous about this 'plan'. What if she doesn't actually like me anymore?

'You don't pay me, bitch.' I hear her mutter. Slowly, she backs out from the driveway of my house, and speeds to 'Casa bridge'. It's not a long drive, 10 minutes max. But it's better than walking. For example, if I was walking, I wouldn't have Courtney's 5 hour playlist of straight Lana del ray. Whatever, it's keeping me from going insane.

We pull up at Bridgette's house, and dang. Even surfer girl's home looks like one of those beach houses. I anxiously step out of the car, I say that. Courtney is basically kicking me at this point. 

'Are we sure court, there aren't any cars here.' I groan, just trying to postpone what I have to do.

'Just go!! If you want, I'll message her.' Courtney sighs. What a queen.

'Thanks girl.' I shyly say, now mere inches from the door.

I knock. No response. Second knock, same result. I look desperately at Courtney, who beckons me over back to the car. What now. 'Ok, slight change of plans. She's at the hospital.'

'WHAT?? IS SHE OK?' I shout. 

'Yeah, her sisters in labour. But it's taking a while so she said that she could use some company.' Courtney states, reading the text in her phone. 'And no. I didn't mention you.' Wow. She's reading my mind at this point.

'So let's go,' I exclaim, 'and I promise I will ask her out  when we get there.' Courtney claps when I say this. 'Let's get you two together!!' She sings, giving me a hug from inside the car.

Off we go I guess.

THIS IS RLLY SHORT BUT I WROTE WHAT I WANTED TO IN LESS WORDS THAN I THOUGHT LOL. SHOULD I DO A HEATHER POV OR BRIDGETTE NEXT BESTIE (raq) ANYWAY I THINK IM COMING CLOSE TO FINISHING THIS AHHHHHH (I yap a lot so probs not)