The week seemed to fly by, and every single day JD and Mac met at lunch. It became routine for them. For most of lunch, they just tried to get to know each other and made small talk. JD had never enjoyed conversation much, at least not with most people. However, to him, Heather had charm and some semblance of intelligence, so he was interested in talking to her. It seemed they never ran out of things to talk about; the social ecosystem, television shows, movies, music and most importantly each other.

JD usually just let Heather do the talking about her life, however. He wasn't really sure he wanted to tell her that his mother was dead, or that his father was neglectful. He didn't want to make it seem like he had baggage, even if that was clearly the case.

Heather had baggage herself, but in fear of being considered whiny or ungrateful she never said anything. She was terrified of the other Heathers, as their opinions of her decided everything for her. What if she wore the wrong color one day, would she still be a Heather? She could at least shake the anxiety when she was with JD. Something about his presence made her feel protected, but she didn't know what it was.

Friday was cold, and the air smelled of fall. Everyone was wearing sweaters or scarves to warm themselves from the light chill. JD included, though he would wear his trenchcoat even in the hottest of temperatures. He just liked the aesthetic, plus the coat felt like protection for him.

He was smoking a cigarette as he awaited Heather, smiling to himself at the thought of her. He rarely made friends at school, and having befriended her, he didn't want to leave Sherwood. Luckily, his father had no plans on leaving as of yet.

Heather met JD by his bike, smiling up at him. "Heya!"

"Hey Mac, ready to head out?' He asked her, finishing his cigarette and tossing it to the ground, crushing it with his heel.

"Mhmm! Let's go" She said excitedly, trying her best to hop on the bike.

"Uh, here, lemme help you…" He offered, noticing her struggle. He lifted her up onto the bike before getting on himself.

"Hold on tight, alright?" He said, looking back at her quickly before revving the bike. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held on as he asked her to. She smiled softly, enjoying the feeling of holding onto him. She began to wonder if she might have some feelings for him.

Upon arriving at the 7/11, JD helped Mac down from the bike. She was a little short, so it wasn't all that easy for her to get down from it.

He immediately started towards the slushie machine inside, quickly fixing himself a cherry flavored one. He glanced over at Mac, who had followed him inside.

"Cherry or Coke, doll?" He asked, grabbing a cup for her.

"Oh, I dont know if I-" She stopped herself. Accepting his offer was a much better idea, plus she didn't mind the prospect of a slushie. "Coke, please" She said simply. JD immediately poured her slushie and passed it to her.

"Don't worry about payin'" JD replied, seeing her reach for her wallet. "It's my treat." He passed the cashier some money and headed outside with Mac. It seemed they were the only people at the 7/11 at the time, save for the cashier.

"Y'know Heather, I move a lot. I've been through ten high schools - eleven, if you count Westerberg - and man, when you travel this much shit gets blurry." He started, sipping his slushie. "Why bother with faces or names when you're gone within six weeks anyways? It's not like they'll remember you if you ever come back - which it's highly unlikely you ever will."

Heather listened intently to every word the tall brunet spoke. She was finally getting to see into his past and his mind, and she couldn't have been more interested.

"I guess you could consider 7/11 my little concrete oasis. No matter what town I go to, there's always one not too far away. Slushies are like my drug. You drink 'em fast, get a little brain freeze and fight your emotional woes with physical pain." He went on, drinking his slushie periodically. "Brain freeze is a high, y'see?"

She nodded, trying her best to understand his point of view. It was certainly a unique take on brain freeze.

"I suppose I see."

"Try it, doll." He suggested, smirking lightly.

"Oh… alright." She took a big drink of the coke slushie. The chill made her head ache as expected, but she didn't try so hard to fight it off as she usually did. She just let the pain go on its own.

As she came down from the frozen high, she looked up at him.

"Y'know...you're right. It was hard to think about the things that upset me when I've got a headache" She marveled, giving him a slight smile.

"I knew someone would get it" He said, a hand now resting on her shoulder. "You really are different from those other Heathers."

"How so?" She asked, her head tilting in curiousity.

"Well, let's see. You aren't bitchy, for starters. You have more heart in you than those two combined. I dunno, I guess what I'm tryin' to say is that I like that you're kind. It's refreshing to see a popular girl who isn't a complete and utter megabitch." He explained, giving her a smile. He felt his heart flutter, but he controlled himself. He just wanted to sleep with her, right? That was all.

She smiled back at him, the compliment warming her heart a little. It meant so much to her to hear that.

"Awww… I think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me." She said, her cheeks slightly red.

"Don't worry about it, I just speak the truth." He replied simply, finishing off his slushie. He checked his watch after discarding the empty cup.

"Damn, I should get you home. It's 8 o'clock." He said, leading her back to the bike. She frowned a little, wishing he could hang out with her a little longer. JD wanted to talk longer too, but he knew she had to go home. She hopped on the bike and held onto him once more.

"Ready to go?" He asked, revving the engine of the bike.

"Mhmm.." She replied quietly, nodding.

"Alright doll, hold on tight!"

He sped off to her home and dropped her off.

"I had a lot of fun, JD…" She said, smiling gently as she got off the bike.

"Me too, Mac." He replied, driving off to get home.

As JD drove himself home, he thought about Heather. She was a real beauty. Her hair was a perfect golden color, and eyes were a vibrant cornflower blue. Her skin was pale, and although many preferred tan girls, he thought her fair complextion was lovely. Her cheeks were peppered with the cutest little freckles!

He stopped himself. What was he doing, thinking of her as cute? He didn't feel that way for her, right? JD corrected himself. Heather was sexy, with curves like a racetrack and perfect soft pink lips. He didn't want to be her boyfriend. He just wanted to fuck her and go. He scolded himself for even considering asking her to be anything but a fuck buddy.

He didn't love her. He didn't love her. He didn't. Right?