meant to be yours ᯽ ♡︎ (chansaw modern )

7. you fucking goonie

[this version is superior, shut up-]

"Make me."

And so..

Heather fucking did.

Heather pulled Veronica close, kissing her roughly but holy shit, all those guys were right. Heathers lips were soft and warm, almost burning in some way but it felt amazing. Veronica wouldn't dare admit it to avoid embarrassment but she was wanting this since it first happened. Veronicas hands shyly wandered to Heathers hips, holding them as the kissed deepened. It was rough and a little sloppy but within it, there was some gentleness. But then Heather heard something, assuming it was just someone from outside bumping into the wall or something. She pulled away and looked at Veronica, blushing wildly.

Veronica felt so many things, she just let them slip freely, no even sure if it was because of the alcohol.
"you fucking goonie! I'm sorry-" veronica looked down. "you, I didnt think you'd kiss me!"

Heather looked up at her, moving her hair out of her face and wiping the smudged lipstick off Veronicas bottom lip. "well you told me to shut you up, you fucking goonie."

Heather looked around the room before sighing softly. "I'm guessing i should get you home now?" she asked, not making her own feelings too clear for Sawyer. Veronica nodded. "Yeah, i think im done for the night.." she chuckled. Heather looped their arms together before leading her out the room and heading for the door. Veronica caught a glance at J.D, giving her a simple wave from across the room. She looked back to the front door.

The ride home was quiet, definitely awkward, which was not what veronica was expecting.

"So I'll see you on Monday." heather said, stopping the car and turning to face Veronica. Veronica nodded, not sure how she felt at the moment. On the other hand, heather knew exactly how she felt. She liked Veronica and it was quite a nervous wrecking feeling.

Veronica got out the car, not looking back at the blonde. Once she got to her room, she changed her clothes and began to write it all down into her diary.

Dear diary, heather chandler kissed me- again. but it was out of jealousy this time, i just know it was. if i hadnt been talking to J.D, she wouldn't have done it, much less cared what I was doing. I was alone literally the entire time and honestly, J.D. was much better company. But i wont lie, kissing Heather chandler was a fucking dream come true, who doesn't want to kiss her?? her lips tasted like cherries and some fireball. the cherry mixed with the cinnamon felt fucking amazing, i swear my lips were burning and buzzing. But she kinda dismissed it and gave me a ride home..
diary, what the hell is going on with me? i didnt want to be with heather, not like this but now all i can think about is being with Heather.
whatever, I can figure think something through, maybe I'll just avoid her monday??