"Thank you, that was my, ah, first game of strip croquet" JD said. We laid on a picnic rug I had brought out on my back lawn earlier that day before the funeral. Our clothes spread around, only JD's warm trench coat covered us. His body was warm as I snuggled against it.
"I told you I had a better idea" I say. He leans in and kisses me again.
"it was a brilliant idea. Perfecto!" he jokes. I shush him as I try to stop myself from laughing too loud. He kisses me again, turning our laughter into huffed breaths.
"can I ask you something serious?" I ask after a while of us playing with each other's hands.
"what? Are you my first?" he jokes. I gently elbow him.
"no...do...why do you think heather really decided to end it?" I ask. he thinks for a moment.
"I guess...she couldn't handle it" he says.
"handle what?" I ask.
"well... if you think about it, being popular made her do horrid things to people" he explains. "so, she was probably being crushed by the guilt. But society wouldn't let her apologise and we unknowingly left her with the perfect opportunity."
"that...actually makes perfect sense" I say. he shrugs.
"you weren't the only one feeling-" I cut himoff with a kiss. I didn't want to hear him say bad or guilty or anything.something about him finishing that sentence, scared me.
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Heathers (parody)
Teen FictionJane has been friends with the Heather's since Elementary. she's watched as they became 'the Heather's' that ruled the school and as they initiated Veronica Sawyer into their group in high school. but she never cared enough to stop them. it wasn't t...
