Heathers: The Chansaw Edition

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What the fuck did I just sign up for?

I asked myself as I parked outside of Veronica's house. I looked at the clock on my dash, Seeing that it was 4 o'clock on the dot. I took a deep breath and got out of my vehicle.

As I neared the front door, it swung open and I stopped. It was an older woman who I assumed was Veronica's mom. She had Veronica's hair color, but with streaks of grey peppering her strands. Her eyes were a lighter blue, which almost appeared grey. After motioning for me to step towards the door, she turned her head back to the house and yelled,

"Veronica, I think that Heather girl is here!"

Turning to me, she said, "Come on in, Hun. Veronica will be down in a minute. Do you want anything to drink?"

I smiled in the most genuine way I could, replying with,"Oh thank you Mrs. Sawyer, water would be nice."

She nodded her head and moved towards another part of the house. I stepped in the doorway, surveying my surroundings. I was just about to head towards what looked like the living room, when I heard someone coming down the stairs. I looked over and saw Veronica. She had changed from the appropriate "Heathers" outfit and into a pair of jeans and a comfortable looking dark blue sweater.

She looks really good in that loose sweater, I thought to myself without thinking. I instinctively took a step towards her. I found myself staring a little too long at her body and felt my neck begin to heat up. I looked away while clearing my throat.

I said, "Your mom seems really nice."

It was the only thing that came to my mind besides, 'you look hot.' I stood by the door awkwardly and a moment of silence passed over us. Veronica moved to say something but just as her mouth opened, her mom walked in with my glass of water.

"Here you go. Your name is Heather, right?" She asked as I grabbed the glass.

"Um, yes. I'm Heather Chandler." I replied, without my usual charm. Get your shit together, Heather. You look like a pillowcase! I yelled at myself internally. I looked over to Veronica. She stepped in, saying,

"Yep! Heather, this is my mom. Mom, this is Heather. Now that we've gotten to know each other, Heather and I will go upstairs until Martha arrives."

With that, Veronica grabbed my hand and dragged me up the stairs. I followed her, too distracted by the feeling of her hand in mine to notice that for once, she was the one in charge. When we made it to her room. She pulled me in and shut the door. She took her free hand and rubbed the temples of her head.

After a few moments, she spoke up. "Oh my God. My mom can be so embarrassing sometimes."

I looked at her and smiled. "It's fine. She was nice, much better than my mom." I replied with a bitter tone. Veronica looked up to me with a sheepish look.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't realize..." I just shrugged my shoulders and took in her room.

It wasn't as big as mine, but that was no surprise. She had blue accents scattered throughout her room which added to my theory that her favorite color is indeed blue. She had a twin bed over by the window and her cluttered desk had a journal that I knew she carried with her everywhere. Her room felt warm and welcoming.

It wasn't until I moved towards the bed that I noticed that our hands were still connected. I removed my hand from hers hastily and felt the empty space that was left. Veronica stood by her door still, staring at her bare hand. So she's just as flustered, I noted in my head. I patted a spot next to me on the bed and said,

"Hey pillowcase, are you just gonna stand there like a weirdo? Come sit down." Veronica made eye contact with me and came over.

We sat there for a few seconds and I noticed that Veronica seemed to want to say something. I sat my water down on her night stand and spoke. I decided that I'd be direct if she wasn't going to.