Summary: Happy Heathers no-murder land. Winter snowball fight fun.

Pairings: None.

Rating: K

Setting: Pre-JD. Just set in Winter...Which I guess would make this make sense for the movie, right before the movie, because that's winter break, right?

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I affiliated in any way with Heathers the movie or Heathers: The Musical. This story is merely for entertainment.

"Gotcha!" Veronica shouted, victoriously pumping her fists randomly in the air.

This was invigorating. Veronica had no idea how satisfying it would be to peg Heather with a perfectly-aimed snowball.

"Ugh," Heather shuddered as snow spray melted down her neck. "You're going to pay Veronica!"

But before Heather could so much as pick up a handful of snow, she found herself falling forward after being pelted with a humungous snow chunk by Heather, who was now snootily wiping her green gloves off on each other. "Incoming!" she shouted, the delay clearly being intentional.

Heather was wearing a cool, triumphant smirk on her face, but Veronica couldn't hide her hysterics. She never thought she'd see the day Heather would be picking snow out of her pushup bra.

She was brought out of it by a snowball whizzing past her head and landing a few feet in front of her. Veronica whipped around to see who her assailant was and was met by Heather jumping up and down, her blonde hair bouncing behind her.

"Veronica, look how far I threw it!" she exclaimed giddily. "I almost hit you!"

Veronica nodded encouragingly. "Good job, Heather. Cheerleading gives you a good arm."

"Yes it does!" Heather jumped and did a cheerleader fist-pump.

"Eep!" Veronica squealed as she felt a snowball being crushed on her head. Behind her was Heather, tossing her red scarf back around her neck with the flourish of a movie star.

The glory wasn't long-lived, though, because then Heather crept up behind Heather, holding a heap of unpacked snow in her green-gloved hands. She pulled back Heather's red coat and slipped the snow down her back.

Before Veronica or Heather could revel in the sight of Heather shrieking and hopping around to get the snow out of her shirt, Heather came out of nowhere, tackling all three of them. The Heathers and Veronica went tumbling into a deep drift of snow.

Heather was all a-giggle in her spot on the top of the dog-pile. "I've learned a few things from the Kurt and Ram."

Veronica broke out laughing too, enjoying her spot on top of Heather and Heather, pushing them further into the snow. She might have been rolling around a little bit too in order to maximize how much snow she could flick onto them.

Suddenly a flash of red entered Veronica's vision and she felt the wind gush out of her as she was flipped onto her back. "You think that's funny, Veronica? Let's see how you like this."

And Heather took a huge puff of snow and shoved it in Veronica's face. It shouldn't have been funny for her, but it was. Even as Heather rubbed the freezing snow all over Veronica's face, Veronica continued laughing. Heather's face of rage collapsed and she began laughing too. All four of them were collapsed in the snow, throwing up little sprays so that it looked as though it were freshly falling.

They were all freezing, with snow packed in crevices that they never thought it would reach, but that was alright. Veronica started to think that maybe the Heathers weren't so bad.

Maybe she would even look forward to hanging out with them if she got to throw things at them every once in a while.