Heather - A three part Songfic

Sucks To Be Heather

Actually this wasn't the original song I was going to use for Heather's perspective. This is what I was going for.

And yes, I'm putting the lyrics in here. Because I can. These are taken straight from the comment, with no tweaks from me, not even though I want to.

don't want to remember
third of December
marked my calendar
'cause I am not better
but just could not do it
so fucking stupid
stuck in this deep pit
and I hide this mess

as I walk by
scared of all watching eyes
I don't even see why
people just believe lies
while I die 

 why would you even like me?
you really just think I am pretty
why give me your sweater?
don't be so tender
 the third of December
 I am (just) not better 

don't understand
why you're holding my hand
and your arm 'round my shoulder
it's still getting colder
but I am not this heather
this popular angel
people don't notice
deluding hypnosis 

 as I walk by
 scared of all watching eyes
 I don't even see why
people just believe lies
while I die
(and the chorus repeats itself)

Yey sad things. Now on to Heather's POV.

     Alpine studied Finn. He was wearing her hoodie. It kind of hurt, honestly. They'd been friends for a few months before then, connecting through art. Finn loved her. Alpine seemed to like him too. But I wasn't sure. My posse split up, leaving me alone to pass them. I wished I had at least one of the girls with me. "Well, thanks, it's warm." I heard Finn say. "No prob-..lem."  Alpine replied.
     I forced myself to watch the ground as I walked, ignoring the two of them. Ignoring the gentle smile on her face she undoubtedly had. Ignoring the fact Finn looked like he was meant to wear that hoodie. Ignoring the pain I felt in my heart.

     That happened on December 3rd. Now it's January 20th. Alpine and I became friends, and had actually started dating. It's still hard to wrap my head around.
     As Alpine and I walk out of the door from the right wing, she holds my hand in hers. She has an arm around my shoulder. I love the way it feels. And I love the subtle perfume she wears. I'm wrapped in it's scent.
     "So what do you think I should draw?" Alpine asked. I think for a moment, catching the way she glances at Finn, who would cross our paths soon. "Um, how about a mountain or something?" I ask, trying to keep my mind off the way she looked at him. She gives that a moment of thought, leaving me a moment to die inside.
     I don't want to lose her. But the glances she always shoots Finn hurt. Does she love him better than me? Am I losing her? Am I just insecure and imagining it or am I right?
     Alpine's response ends my moment of internal pain. "I could do that. As a joke to my name, right?" She laughs, sending my heart soaring. And then it fell down as I saw her look at Finn again. I bite my tongue as she looks back at me, continuing to speak as if nothing happened. "But then what about you?" She asks. "You don't have to draw me." I say, smiling softly. As if nothing happened.
     "But I do." Alpine replies, pulling me a bit closer. As much as I want to, I don't lean into her. Better to prepare my heart for her loving him then risk the heartbreak...right? "Then...draw a heather flower, but only the outline, and then snowy mountains inside. Even though they don't even occur in the same place." I chuckle nervously. "That could work." She says, brightening up and grinning as we step onto the bus that'll take us home.

     Alpine kisses me goodbye at my door. But I don't melt into the kiss like I normally do. I keep myself guarded. My heart has been hurt before. I don't want to get hurt again. I feel like she's in love with Finn. And if that's the case, then I should distance myself from her.
     She pulls away first, and I wave. Alpine waves back as I unlock my front door and walk inside. My mother isn't home; she's at work. My dad left the state. They got divorced when I was 8.
     I stumble in, towards my couch, where I collapse face first, my backpack coming with me. I want her. She loves him as he loves her. If...he makes her happy, then I would try to be happy for her. But I don't want my heart broken again. It's better this way. That's what I keep telling myself.
     Without realizing it, I'm asleep in seconds. I stand up, in a dark room. Alpine is the only one there with me. The lights from the ceiling are pink and violet. She blocks the only exit. "Heather, I...I'm sorry." Alpine murmurs. She elaborates on nothing, but I know what's happening. I take hold of her hands, "Please tell me you're joking."
    She shakes her head regretfully. Tears sting my eyes, slipping down my cheeks. "Please..." I whisper, falling to my knees at her feet. "I'm sorry. But I...I don't feel the same way anymore." I hear her say. "Please. What can I do for you to love me? Please! I-I-I don't want to lose you!" I beg. She kneels down, and cups my cheek with her pale hand.
    I grasp her hand, holding it close and leaning into her touch. "I'm sorry for pulling away! I love you! I'll do-" I choke on tears for a moment. "Anything." Alpine's red eyes show only pity. "Heather..."

     With a gasp, I wake up, still on my couch. An hour had passed since I got home. Tears fell from my eyes. "Why...?"

Sad things.

Heh...I...I should be crying rn but I'm laughing because my friends just sent me the link to Dana Terrace's Reddit AMA that I already read-

It was ColaSlurpee123
Idk if the @ saved but it was ColaSlurpee123