Heathers: The Chansaw Edition

Burning Memories

Heather is right. I hate shopping.

I grumbled to myself as I shuffled behind Heather to the next store. We'd been here a while now and I was so done with this shopping trip. Just as we were passing a bench, I decided that enough was enough and headed towards it.

"Oh come on, Sawyer. Just one more stop then we're done. Those bags aren't that heavy." Heather said in exasperation. She came over and sat next to me. I just let out a sigh and turned away, still annoyed.

"You know it's not just the shopping, Heather." I said, my voice showing my displeasure.

"Then what is it? You can't seriously expect me to read your mind and know what's up." I looked over to her with a look like 'seriously?' and just shook my head.

"This whole trip I've been stuck as your personal bag carrier. We've been here for two hours and this is the longest conversation we've had between us. I thought we were going to hang out and get to know each other a bit more." I word vomited this, my usual quiet demeanor taking a backseat.

"Oh." Was all Heather replied.

I looked over to her. Her usual bitchy countenance was gone. We made eye contact and stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Slowly, I felt my neck heat up and I looked away. I stared down at my shoes and tried to calm my nerves. After a long breath, I began to speak.

"Look, I understand that you are used to people doing things for you because you're SO special but that's not me. If this is what being a 'Heather' is like, then I don't want to be one." It took all of my courage to look up at my potential social executioner but I somehow did it. Heather's mouth was agape and her eyebrows had shot towards her hairline. After a second, she recovered and spoke.

"Jesus Christ, Sawyer. That's the ballsiest thing I've heard someone say to me in a long time. While I'm not going to apologize for making you drag my clothes around, I also won't socially destroy you. Let's go, I was getting bored here anyways." At that, Heather stood up and headed towards an exit.

I grabbed the bags and quickly trailed after her. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and felt a pressure come off my chest. That was weird. I totally thought she was going to crucify me. I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders at that thought. Well, who ever knows what Heather Chandler is thinking.

When I made it to Heather's car, I carefully set her bags in the backseat and got into the vehicle myself. We silently sat there for a bit and finally Heather started the engine. I braced myself for her crazy driving but it never came. This time she was still fast but it was controlled and smooth. After a few moments, Heather spoke up.

"Do-do you really not like being a 'Heather'?" She said, her tone was strong but also vulnerable. My eyes left their gaze on the window and focused themselves on Heather. Her face still held its hard look but her shoulders were also tense with anticipation. After a pause, I replied.

"I don't mind it, but if I'm going to hang out with you and the other two, then I want to know about each of you. To be honest, this feels more like having a job than having friends." My voice was soft but I was serious about what I had said and Heather noticed that. Her shoulders relaxed a little but I could still feel the tension permeating the car.

Heather continued driving silently. When we got to my house, I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached for the door. Just as my hand wrapped around the handle, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stopped cold and turned back towards Heather.

She let go and said, "Okay, you're right. If you want to hang out - and I mean actually hang out - sometime,  just let me know. Also, you have my phone number and the numbers of both Heather and Heather. Just give me or them a call."