The Ballad of Heather Chandler (HEATHERS THE MUSICAL)

Chapter 7

Heather hauled her dress out of the car, and taking the grocery bag that had her new clothes.

"How'd you end up with this in the first place," Heather gasped sarcastically, fanning her hand in front of her mouth for extra effect. "Are we breaking and entering?" 

"No, actually." JD shrugged while unlocking the blue front door with a silver key. "It was my Grandparent's house. They left it for me in their will."

Heather paused in slight shock. "That's so much worse than I imagined." She thought. A disgusted look on her face. She stepped inside, making sure to not step on any over grown plants. 

"So basically, your gramma lived here, even though you moved around the country?" The girl circled and stared at every detail from the hint of mold peeking through creme colored wallpaper, the dried up house plants, dust on the floor, and the dirty dishes in the sink that haven't been touched in ages. Every notable thing made Heather cringe on the inside. 

"I spent three years in this part of Ohio, then we moved down to Texas, and well,-" Jason Dean picked up a broken vase sitting at the top of the stairs. "You know what happened in Texas..." 

The girl wasn't sure on whether to laugh or nod, so she tilted her head away from his gaze. As the stair's floor boards creak with every step Heather takes, JD ponders what room to give her. The one that held two dead old people six years ago, or the "innocent" guest room intended for an 11 year old JD to use when he was invited over. 

"It's no big deal, just give her the guest room." JD's thought whispered. Another thought replied, 

"So why not give her the bigger room? Chivalry is dead, why not revive it?" All these thoughts echoed in. his head, not noticing that Heather had already looked around and chosen to put her things in the master bedroom. 

"Tell her" The next thought echoed.

JD agreed with this thought, and decided to speak.

"Heather,"

"Yes,"

JD stopped in is tracks, retreating from his decision like a coward.

"I'll um..." He tucked his grey-ish brown worn out left converse shoe behind his other foot. A "Lying" tic, it could be called. "Lemme show you something downstairs..." 

Walking down the stairs, His eyes were widely opened, and he tucked his hands behind him, still fidgeting with the sleeves of his blue flannel undershirt. He didn't believe the "deep breath" bullshit. All he did was fidget, and take it all out in his head. He thinks it's easier that way. He sat on the downstairs couch, waiting for the girl to come downstairs. Now, his back was hunched over, he was messing with the hangnails coming from his thumbs, and his left leg was bouncing up and down. Heather didn't take notice of this. She was in the master bedroom folding the t-shirt and shorts she got from the gas station. Her only clothes compares to the hundreds of shirts she used to have in Sherwood. That's not what worried her, though. "People came to make the old people's bed, and take out their clothes, but not to wash the dishes? Disgusting. 

After ten minutes of thinking negatively of the people who "cared" for this house, she came downstairs in an orderly fashion, making sure not to touch the railing on either side, as they probably haven't been cleaned in a decade. She looks down into the living room, seeing JD playing with his right arm, biting his nails, and sitting in the most aggravating posture she's ever seen. 

It took him about forty seconds to realize Heather had come downstairs. He immediately shot up from how he was sitting. 

"You wanted to show me something?" Heather dictated. 

JD gratingly responded, "Yeah, come."

He lead her to an old closet door. Once opened, he started removing stacked boxes sitting on top of whatever he was trying to get to. He passed the grey, brown, and slightly green boxes to Heather, who threw them on top of the couch. When he got to the last box, it gave him a bit of trouble. 

"Gimme a hand, will ya," He muttered. 

Heather threw the remaining box and helped JD pull up the last one. 

Once it came off, there was a hole in the ground, with a staircase along the edge. 

A basement. 

((((((HEYYYY!!!! I'm still fixing the timeline, and wanted to ask if anyone reading this is at all offended by "A 'Lying' tic, it could be called." If it is, I apologize, and I'll fix it immeadiatley!))))))