Veronica's POV
As we pull up to the mall, I try and calm down. Heathers had tied my hair into a neat, tidy ponytail. I touch it gently, brushing the stray bits of hair into place. I stare at the big mall, and the people coming in and out of it. I faintly see Heather's beautiful face in the window. I move my head to the side a little to see her face better. I blush a little more, realizing what this means.
I brush the hair out of my eyes, hoping it would brush away my confusing feelings and thoughts too. My head swirls with thoughts and memories of Heather C, I almost forget about the sinking feeling in my stomach. I almostt forget about JD's possible murder.
As we get to the entrance, I see Duke out of the corner of my eye glaring at me. I turn to face her icy stare. She glares at me silently, and I turn, wondering why she was so angry. I don't understand Heather Duke. She's a perfectionist, and everything about her is eerily perfect, from her straight A's to her appearance. She was always aloof and cold, and only warmed up to certain people.
I brush it off, not caring.
We go to a more expensive looking store, I stare at everything, not sure I would be able to afford anything. McNamara and Duke walk over to another part of the store, leaving Chandler and me alone.
"Alright... uh, what're you looking for?" I ask,
"A replacement for the blazer you puked on, " She says, grimacing at the memory.
"Oh right, "I say, chuckling a little at the memory
"It's, not, funny"Chandler snaps,
I giggle a little, remembering her reaction to the puke.
We walk over to a rack of blazers, and Heather looks through each and every red blazer.
I pick a red one off the rack and hand it to her. Heather scrunches her nose at it.
"What's the difference between all of these?" I ask, confused.
"There's different materials, shades of colors, and sizes." Chandler says, focused on a specific blazer.
She picks a couple off the racks, carefully choosing three seemingly identical blazers.
As we continue to shop, I start to shiver. i left my denim jacket in the car, and the over air conditioned mall doesn't help.
I look at a long black blazer and it reminds of JD, who could be murdering someone right now. How would he frame the victim's suicides? Would he use forgery? What if he targeted more than one person?
I suddenly feel weak, and feel sick. I sit down on a nearby stool, hoping that I don't fall over.
Heather notices me, peels off her leather jacket, showing a red top underneath, and tosses it to me. I catch the leather jacket in my hands, and I look up at her.
"i was getting tired of watching you shiver," She says,
Heather Chandler's POV.
As Veronica puts on the leather jacket, I realize that she looks better than I do in that jacket. And she gives me a soft smile, and brushes the hair out of her eyes. I turn away, hoping that nobody would see that my face turned as red as my new blazer.
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Veronica x Heather C (chainsaw)
FanficWhat if Heather Chandler never died? Based off the movie and musical Heathers. But it's modern and has lesbian aspects
