forbidden. // mcnamara x sawyer & chandler x duke.

3 ~ sleepover.

Heather McNamara's pov;

I ran home as fast as I could to get myself sorted. I had to remind myself to be presentable. Mainly for Veronica, but it doesn't matter. As soon as I fluff up my pillows, I hear the doorbell.

"Come in!" I screeched.

I nervously sat on the bed. Guess who it was? Not Veronica. It was Heather Duke.

"God, Heather. You need room renovations." She sighed, looking disgusted.

Pardon me, asshole. I just fixed my room!

"Yeah.." I said awkwardly.

After 5 minutes of awkward silence, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it. It's obviously Heather!" Duke exclaimed, jumping from her seated position on the bed.

I didn't say anything as I damn well knew it wasn't Heather. It was Veronica.

"Hello!" She smiled.

"You never told me you were inviting her!" Duke snarled.

"My house, my rules." I shrugged, prepared for an ass whooping. Surprisingly, it never came.

After a while of me and Ronnie talking, Chandler burst into my room.

"Hey bitches!" She exclaimed.

"Hey!" We all chimed at once.

"What'll we watch first?" The red girl asked.

"Let's let Veronica choose!" I smiled.

As the two other heathers sighed, Veronica scanned my collection. Straight away she said,

"Legally blonde!"

"Nice choice!" I laughed.

Straight after the movie, Heather suggested we give Veronica a 'Heather' makeover.

"Sure! She smiled. It'd be an honour!"

Midst doing Veronica's hair, Heather chimed in saying,

"Did you see Martha today?"

"No..." We all said.

"Well, she's hanging out with Betty Finn! I bet they're gay. I just can't believe anyone can stand Martha Dumptruck!" She sighed.

"...They're my friends." Veronica muttered.

"Honey, why don't you check out McNamara's liqueur cabinet? See if there's anything good." Duke very falsely smiled.

"I don't drink." She said.

"Oh, are you scared?" Chandler teased.

"No! But like..." She trailed off.

"Great! Now scram!" Heather smiled.