ChanSaw- I knew you had to be mine [Being rewritten]

Chapter 1- They say drunk words are sober thoughts

(Please go easy on my this is my first non-one shot fan fiction)

Veronica was drunk, high and only god knows what that punch had been spiked with. Yet she'd still had the conscious to stop the Heathers from embarrassing Martha. She knew that things wouldn't go well if it let her hang around. So she quickly and quietly told her friend to leave, and now, she explained that the Heathers had put her up to writing that note and they planned on humiliating her. Martha had been hurt, but left. Now she just had to deal with the Heathers.

When she approached where they stood, she saw Heather Chandler making out with Kurt and felt something stir inside of her. Duke was standing off to the side eating the snacks... she was definitely going to be in the bathroom later. Binge then purge as she put it. Mac was... somewhere. 'Probably upstairs defiling the waterbed with Ram' Veronica concludes. She see's Kurt's hand reach under Chandler's skirt and her chest constricts. She groans and walks up to them, tapping Heather on the shoulder. "Heather? Can I talk to you for a moment?" She huffs unimpressed but shoves Kurt off of her.

Veronica grasps her hand and pulls her into a quieter hallway. "Heather, I'm not feeling so good. Like I'm gonna throw up, so can we please jam now?" She asks softly holding her stomach for emphasis. Heather growls in annoyance, "Is it that bad?" She snaps. Veronica nods, looking up at her with the the best puppy dog face she can can muster. "Fine," she concedes, "I'll go tell Heather to find another ride for her and Heather." And she stalks off through the crowd. Veronica leans against the wall and sighs, her head spinning. 'Is this what it feels like to be drunk? I dunno if I like it.' She thinks as Heather reappears before her and grabs her hand, dragging her toward the exit. "If you're feeling so sick let's motor." Heather says while Veronica trips over her own feet behind her.
"But," she says as the get in the car, "I don't feel like driving all the way to your house, so you can crash my place tonight." Veronica was too tired to protest, she also knew her parents wouldn't panic unless she was away for several days. So... she didn't see any harm in staying at Heather's house for a night.

Once they arrived Veronica stumbled out the car and looked at the sprawling expanse of Heather's house. "Woah." She breathes in shock. She didn't realize someone's house could be this big. Chandler clears her throat and tugs Veronica out of her trance, already standing in the doorway. Arms crossed and foot tapping like she does. Veronica stumbles forward and over the threshold, following Heather up to her bedroom. She flops forwards onto Heather's bed and softly mutters, "So this is what it feels like to be rich." Chandler laughed softly and Veronica looked up at her. She pointed to a door and said, "The bathroom is over there, so if you need to vomit I suggest it's in the toilet." Veronica rubs the back of her neck and looks at her with a guilty expression on her face. "I uuhh... I didn't actually feel sick. I just wanted to... I just wanted to..." she trailed off.

Heather walked up to her and stared into her eyes with an intense glare and Veronica felt heat rush to her cheeks. She quickly sat up on the edge of Heathers bed. "Wanted to what, Ronnie?" She says leaning down close to her face, so close their noses were almost touching. Veronica could feel her heart thundering in her chest. "I... I wanted to get you away from Kurt." She whispers. Heather looks shocked but a smirk slowly slips back into place as she stands up and crosses her arms. Staring into Veronica's soul, as though she could see her every thought. "Oh?", she says, in an almost mocking way, "and why would that be?" Veronica's face heated up more, she's sure Heather can see she's blushing at this point but for all she knows it could be a drunk blush on her face. Chandler has one after all. "I... I.I" Veronica sputters out. Then a delightfully dangerous idea made itself known. Veronica stood up and stepped up to Heather, bringing their faces close again. She grabbed the edges of her blazer and tugged her down into a kiss. Veronica pressed her lips against Heather's and she felt her recoil slightly in surprise but melt into the kiss a second later. Veronica broke off and looked at Heather. "Because I think I love you." She mutters quietly. Heather shushes and kisses her again, arms snaking around her waist. So the two drunk teenagers stayed in each other's embrace. Neither of them really sure about what they were doing or what they feeling. All they knew was the pure ecstasy they felt when they touched. An ecstasy they continued to explore until they finally let the unconscious consume them.