heathers one-shots

personal and intimate // jd and veronica // musical

In the frenzy of undressing and sex, JD and Veronica weren't really looking at each other. As Veronica settled herself next to JD afterwards, he placed his hand on her hip. He felt something too familiar for his liking.

"What are you doing?" Veronica asked, yanking away from his touch. He had seen something too personal.

"What's that on your hip?" JD asked in response. He already felt like he knew but she needed to admit it. He was irritated that she could do this to herself.

"It's nothing." Veronica lied, sitting up now.

"Veronica," JD sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why are you doing that?" He asked and she looked down.

"I like it." She lied again. She hated the way it stung in the shower and hated the way she couldn't get deep. She couldn't stand the fact that for the first day it hurt before healing a bit.

"I've done it before. No one likes it." JD scoffed.

"What do you mean you've done it before?" Veronica asked. And she expected JD to show her an intimate place, such as her hip. He didn't. He turned his arm around. There were scars, faint and old. They were in multiple places - his wrist, forearm and hand.

"Do you think it's cool or something?" JD asked her. Veronica shook her head no. "Then why? Why destroy your body?"

"I like the release." Veronica answered.

"And that's worth scars to you?" He asked.

"I didn't think anyone would ever really see." She answered, leaving the rest of it in midair. She was kind of the person to save herself for someone special, so she had no idea why JD just earned her virginity off the bat. She only expected one other person to see the cuts.

The person she intended to spend forever with.

JD shook his head slightly. He didn't understand why she would do this. He had his reasons but she wasn't giving any up. Besides, she was perfection. She was carving hate into that perfection.

"I want to get dressed." Veronica mumbled. He had been staring at her, unintentionally. "Can I borrow clothes?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah," JD said, going to get his own clothes on and grab her some clothes from a box. He was taller than her, by a good eight inches. He handed her a comfy t-shirt, one he had outgrown, and a pair of sweatpants that pooled at her ankles. She climbed back into the bed and turned away from him. "Veronica," JD whispered.

"What?" She asked.

"I'm sorry." He said to her.

"Why?" Veronica asked, still not facing him but being utterly confused.

"I'm sorry this has to be a part of your story. I'm sorry that you feel the need to hurt yourself. I'm just sorry." He answered.

In the silence, Veronica could feel tears streaming down her cheeks as she turned around to face JD. She hugged him tight and cried into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her much smaller frame and just held her. She needed to cry. She needed to feel this pain to get over it. And he swore to himself he'd help her heal from whatever she was broken by.