Denial: A Chansaw Story

A Few Wingmen and A Confused Pair (5)

"Talk," he clapped between his words, "To. Her!"

"I can't! Not after— that." Veronica stumbled over her words. Currently, she was in a situation where JD entered her house through the window- as you do- and he made an intervention to talk about her little problem: Heather Chandler.

JD sighed, "Fine. But you can't apologize for an apology. Maybe talk to your mutual friends, like the other Heathers?"

Veronica nodded.

"Ah, I smell a compromise." JD took in a deep breath. He was extremely tired from repeatedly trying to get into her room, and constantly hiding when her mom comes upstairs.

"Whatever. It's 11pm, aren't you tired?" Veronica sat up and picked up the edge of the blanket, doing that thing where you wave it into the air until it's kind of made.

"Yeah, I would crash here but your mom would, uhh, get suspicious." He winked and made his way out of the window.

"Okay, good night."

"Night."

Well that was weird as shit having one of her best friends climbing into her window at 11 at night to talk about her gay problems.

. A dot means switching between Veronica and Chandlers situation, and a dash (-) is for a timeskip.

Mac was sitting with Chandler on her couch, and they were watching TV. Heather Chandler was eating out of a bucket of ice cream because of stress, and Mac was rubbing her back while she was crying.

"Why are you crying?"
"I, I don't know! Veronica is just, just.." She had to think for a little too long.

"Unexplainable?"
"Annoying!" Chandler pouted and sat in her robe.

"I think you got a crush.."
"Shut up Heather... I just don't know anything with her!"

"Well, maybe talk to her?" Mac tried, but Chandler just gave her an Are you stupid? Look.

"I can't. Especially not after yesterday." They sat in silence for a while.

"Well, maybe I could try talking to her. It's like you two are talking indirectly!" Mac smiled and grabbed the ice cream bucket from Chandler. Chandler made grabby hands at it saying she wanted it back but Sunshine didn't give in.

"G-Good idea.." She was too distracted wanting the ice cream over the actual plan.

"No, if you eat any more you'll turn purple or something."

"Tch fine. If you were Duke, I'd slap your face off." Chandler turned away and checked the time.

"Oh shit it's 11, Mac you need to sleep over?" The yellow clad girl smiled and shook her head to say no.

"My mom would kill me if I told her this late."

"Oh."

—

Heather McNamara skipped up the stepping stones to where Veronica sat.

"Hi!"

"Hey, Heather." Veronica stared at the ground, you could almost SEE her thoughts about Chandler.

"You thinking about Chandler?" Mac had a smug look on her face and she sat beside Veronica.

"W-What? No, obviously not." She chuckled lightly.

"I'm not stupid, Ronnie." Heather made eye contact and put a hand on Veronicas knee.

"Fine. I am. So what?"