Chandler
Veronica
JD
Poly ship.
Why the fUcK not.
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"God dammit Jason! Give me back my shirt!" Heather Chandler was chasing her, much taller boyfriend around their apartment. "You'll have to grow a few inches to reach it, princess." JD grinned as he held the red plain silkly shirt up in the air, making it difficult for Heather to get. "Veronica! Make him give it back!" Heather whined as she looked over at her messy and greasy looking girlfriend who was half asleep on the couch.
Veronica sighed, "J.D, give it back or she'll shave off that emo haircut of yours.." She said with a tired voice. J.D hesitated before giving in to defeat and dropped the shirt on Heathers head. "Thank you." Heather said and stuck her tongue out like a child. J.D did the same. "I swear you two are mentally forever six years old." Veronica shook her head. Heather put her shirt on and sat next to Veronica and J.D on the couch.
They lay with each other in comfortable silence, until a grumbling stomach interrupted.
"My bad." Veronica chuckled. Heather rolled her eyes, "I'll make something for you dweebs I guess.." She grumbled whilst getting up and heading into the kitchen area. J.D and Veronica stayed on the couch being lazy as ever.
A few minutes later, Heather was done. "I made that bird in a nest egg thing. Here dorks." Heather stated and placed their plates in front of them on the coffee table. "Aww thanks Heather. Such a sweetheart you are." J.D said mockingly, earning the finger from Heather. "Yeah, thanks Heather." Veronica smiled. Heather rolled her eyes, attempting to hide her obvious blush, "Whatever. I'm going to go fix our bed and clean up a bit." She said and sashayed out of the living room.
Veronica and J.D shared a look for a few moments, mentally agreeing on one thing.
Heather Chandler really did love them.
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Its short
Oof.
