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Chapter 3
As the night crept on, Veronica let herself go completely. She had missed this. They were just cruising – through the neighborhoods, down the back roads, on the highway. For once, he didn't seem to have a plan. She didn't care where they were going or what there were going to do once there… she was just enjoying the ride. Of course, the company wasn't bad either. She loved feeling his shoulders flex beneath her, the smoky smell of his jacket, and the way his wild mop of hair fluttered against her cheeks.
If they could have just stayed like this, she would've stuck with him forever.
A sudden deceleration shook her from her daydreams. Horrified, Veronica squeezed her eyes shut as JD's motorcycle rumbled to a stop down the street from Heather Chandler's house. Maybe he couldn't change…or wouldn't. Stepping casually off the bike, he motioned for her to follow.
"Come on," He smirked, "Let's say good morning, shall we?" Mind whirring, she silently stepped beside him. This was not good. What could she do?
"I don't think she's here…" she attempted to stall, "I mean, maybe she went to her Grandma's or something…" That was lame excuse – and the look on his face said it. JD shook his head as he jimmied the lock on the kitchen door open… like he'd done it a thousand times before. She needed time to think. She had to distract him. What would do the trick?
"Whatcha' doing?" Veronica pursed her lips as he began rummaging through the cupboard.
"Hangover cure…of course." Her gut twisted as he headed for the sink.
"Well you're not going to find anything in there." She frowned, knowing what he would find under the sink. "I say we head this way." Smiling coyly, she pointed to the refrigerator, "What's the upchuck factor for orange juice and milk?"
"Not enough," JD shook his head, "Just momentary sickness – nothing lasting."
Lasting…
That was it! That's why he had been so hell bent on making things so he had the final say. It wasn't that he was he was a total control freak (okay, so he maybe he was a little bit of a control freak) – Nothing in JD's life had been consistent. He'd never had anything that lasted….
So what would be the happy medium between vomit and death?
"I've got the perfect thing!" Veronica squeaked excitedly. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him away from the sink and to the other side of the kitchen where she began hurriedly rummaging through the junk drawer. "It's just got to be in here," she mumbled. It had to be…for all of their sakes. "Ah hah!" She thrust the treasure triumphantly in to JD's waiting hands.
"Super glue?" He frowned, "I'm not following you on this one dear…." He turned the bottle over in his hands. Maybe if they –.
"Vanity." Veronica interrupted his thought. "Heather is so vain that it's absolutely ridiculous." JD shrugged. He already had figured that one out.
"And this will help us how?" He crossed his arms, patiently waiting for her explanation – but fully ready to head back to the sink if her answer wasn't satisfactory.
"It's her downfall," She continued, "Clothes, makeup, hair… it's all a show. Heather Chandler's personality is like a wet mop… but she's got the looks and the hair…so she thinks that she's something special. It gives her a power trip." Veronica paused, "People don't really like her at all…they're just afraid of her because of what she can do to them. If we take those things away, she's won't have the power anymore."
"So we're going to glue her clothes together?" JD laughed sarcastically. "Really Veronica, that's so fifth grade." There was that cynical streak that she could sometimes do without.
"No you asshole." She shoved him out of the way. "Come on and I'll show you."
As Veronica stepped lightly up the stairs, she wasn't sure JD had followed until the slight rustle of his coat gave him away. Now she just had to pray that this worked. Stopping in front of Heather's room, she pressed her ear to the door. A slight snoring told her that the blond was still sleeping off the effects of the Remington escapade. Pushing the door open, she tiptoed inside pulling a curious JD behind her. Bypassing the bed, she headed for the attached bathroom. Pushing back the shower curtain, she grabbed a small bottle of shampoo. JD watched curiously as she poured half of its contents down the sink.
"Give me the glue." She held out her hand expectantly.
"She's bound to notice the texture is different," He pointed out. He was right…damn! She hadn't thought of that.
"Uh…no she won't," Veronica thought on the fly, "She doesn't really wake up until after she's loaded up with coffee…and coffee comes after the shower. Try to talk to her before that and she's a bear."
"Makes sense." JD nodded after a moment. "Though, if you ask me, I think she's rather bearish anyway." Veronica silently cheered. Her answer seemed to have appeased him. She finished topping off the shampoo bottle with super glue. Luckily the green apple scent was very strong and did a good job hiding the glue smell. That definitely could have been a problem. Making sure to wipe the bottle clean, she placed it back in the shower exactly as she had found it.
"Come on…" She motioned towards the door, "let's get out of here before she wakes up." They hurried through the bedroom and down the stairs. Veronica took a moment to straighten the drawer and counters to their original order – it wouldn't do to have anything seem out of the ordinary.
It wasn't until the motorcycle rumbled down the road that she let out a sigh of relief. No one had died and everything had gone off smoothly. She loved the fact that, despite her own insecurities, she was able to influence JD. Success tasted sweet!
When JD swung the bike in to her driveway, Veronica frowned. She had been hoping to spend some more time with him. She needed to get to know him – all of him – if she were truly going to help.
"Here's your stop, oh conniving one." He smiled as he helped her off the bike.
"Thanks," she pressed a quick kiss against his cheek. Blushing slightly, he ducked his head. Veronica smirked. Before, he had always been the forward one. She had turned the tables… and he definitely hadn't expected that. "So, what are you doing today?"
"I've got some… stuff…. that I want to work on," he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his gunslinger coat, "but maybe we can do something later."
"Sounds very." She smiled up at him. "Maybe you could come for dinner? My mom is making my favorite… spaghetti and meatballs."
"Agreed." His voice dropped as he ran a hand through Veronica's hair, "and maybe we can get in another game of croquet later?" He smiled, arching his eyebrows suggestively. What had she gotten herself in to now?
"Definitely," she smiled after a moment, playfully trailing her fingers down his chest. Two could play that game.
Dear Diary,
If you were to ask me about the proudest moment of my life, I would have to say that today is now at the top of the list. If my head gets any bigger, I think it will explode! The fact that I was actually able to sway JD completely boggles my mind. I wonder if that means that I'm more twisted than he is? Nah… that can't be it. Regardless, Heather Chandler will live (until she's actually supposed to die) – and now we just have to wait to survey the damage. I hope the glue will do the trick – otherwise JD may not trust my judgment again. So now my biggest worry is dinner tonight. I have to get the rents to agree…of course, that shouldn't be too difficult – they are always asking about my 'other friends.' I think I will introduce him as the 'dark horse' in the running… he's the only one I'm really attracted to anyway. From the way he was looking at me before he left, I'm guessing that tonight's croquet match should be interesting. You want to know something funny? This whole 'second chance' thing… it doesn't seem as dreamlike as it did at first. It's odd. I still remember things how they used to be…they're just not as vivid – almost like my past life is the dream and this is the true reality. Weird huh?
Veronica
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