Yellow ~ Chandlmara Oneshot

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Heather looked at her reflection in the mirror. To most people, she appeared as a stone-hearted bitch, who only cares about herself and her image. Most of that was true, but they didn't know that she felt things too. Happy, sad, anxious, depressed, ignored, unwanted, insecure, all things she felt.

She ran a hand through her hair and smoothed her strapless blood red dress, before walking past her parents to her car, her parents saying nothing. Not that they would say anything to her. They were always working, cooking, talking, busy, definitely too busy to notice their daughter.

As Chandler crawled into her car and started driving. Maybe that's why she carried herself like this. I mean, after years of being ignored you would want to be noticed, right? To feel the rush of joy when people knew her name, when people admired her, when they feared her? Being known was always better then being invisible, no matter what it cost.

She pulled into McNamara driveway, the loud music interrupting her thought process. She could see people dancing to the music blaring from the many speakers McNamara's dad must've bought. Like herself, Heather McNamara's family was loaded. McNamara's parents sold engagement rings, while her own parents were lawyers.

Heather opened the door and let the party overwhelm her. Almost immediately Kurt and Ram rushed over to her. It was obvious that they were drunk since their words were slurred, and they were attempting to ask her out. Probably to prove they're not "homos", even though they knew that she found out they were dating a while ago.

Relationships were funny like that. Being in a relationship is the most safest and dangerous thing you can do. You feel secure, yet like you can collapse at any moment. It's like a tightrope, you're safe is you stall balanced, and if not you loose everything. It's like you're scared about showing too much affection, because you know every relationship must come to an end, and you don't want to loose all of it. It's like you're climbing a mountain, the higher you get, the closer you are to happiness, yet the higher you are, the more it will hurt when you fall. It's the most loved you feel, and the most love you feel.

Heather pushed past the quarterback and linebacker and walked over to the punch bowl that somebody probably spiked. She usually loved parties. There's a lot of attention to be given, and most of that falls between her, the other Heathers and the host. This time was weird. She wasn't feeling the party mood.

She saw McNamara out of the corner of her eye and walked over to her, dragging her back up the stairs to her room. She loved McNamara's yellow theme. It made her feel comfort and warmth. She didn't know if it was the color itself, or the person it reminded her of that made her feel that way, all she knew was she liked yellow.

Heather closed the door and said nothing as she locked it and pulled McNamara to her bed before cuddling against her. She always gave her a sense of peace, being close to her. All of the small gestures and touches such as holding hands made her heart soar. All of the gentle looks in her direction gave her bliss. All the playful faces, everything McNamara did made Heather love her more.

As McNamara grabbed her hand and rested her head on Chandler's shoulder, she knew Heather was the reason why she loved yellow.