FLUFF
( movie-musical , request-ish )
heather and jason has had a secret relationship fpr a month now. obviously heather didn't want people to know that at night, she'd sit on the emo kids thigh while making out with him.
they didn't expect it upon themselves either.. it just kind of, happened one day.
boredom was a curse, the poor curse that jd was presented with. he sat on his bed, propping himself up as he took a drag of his cigarette.
he stared at the ceiling for a few—until he heard a noise from the window. it wasn't the rustling of the leaves and branches of the trees brushing together, or scraping the wall.
dark red heels were thrown into the room. he sat up, stamping out his cigarette on his nightstand and setting it into his ash tray. sliding off of the bed to inspect the heels, though he already knew who they came from.
" what a nice surprise, heather. " he murmured to himself.
small grunts came from the window, as fingers emerged onto the casing of the window. finally, heather chandler then crawled into the room.
" so—mh—dirty, ugh. " she grumbled. wearing a beautiful dark red dress, beautiful jewelry, smudged red lipstick and all.
jd watched her with pure amusement, he didn't expect heather to be climbing through his window—at this hour especially. she'd usually call him first.
he licked his lips as he took in the sight of her, her usual perfect look all messed up now. his gaze flew down to her lips, her red lipstick that matched her so well.
" this is why doors exist, princess. " jd said, he glanced up and down, at her figure and her lipstick, before his gaze fully rested on her smudged lipstick.
" mhmm.. yeah, yeah.. what about—" hic "—your dad? " she chuckled, stumbling over to jd.
ah, right, drunk.
" and you didn't call me to let you in, like you usually do? " he smirked, " lipsticks smudged. "
she brushed her fingertips against her lips, she could feel the difference in the texture where her lipstick got smudged. " is it? "
jd slightly chuckled at her reaction, it was a small thing, yeah, but it was cute. she was cute—she was hot.
" it is, " he confirmed, bringing his thumb up to her face and wiping it off for her. " all.. smudged, and smeared. "
he wanted nothing in that moment but to grab her, and pull her on top of him or maybe even onto his lap. he let out a slow breath, trying to calm himself down.
" how drunk exactly are you? " he wrapped an arm around her waist as he spoke.
" several, " she giggled, as she placed her hands on his chest, looking up at him. the height difference wasn't severe, she was probably like two inches shorter than him.
what the fuck is that supposed to mean? several drinks? god, heather.
her usually pristine hair was a mess tonight, her lipstick smudged, she's drunk. what party did she just come from?
