A/N: Do not kill me. And I'm doing it this way for a reason.
Disclaimer: Nuh uh.
"HOLY CRAP! They have yellow leggings in here, Heather!" Jenne squealed. "Yellow!"
Heather rolled her eyes at her friend's excitement. "Jenne Byrd, I don't care." She sighed at Jenne's blank stare and wondered how the hell she was talked into going shopping. "Maybe if I was Lil I would care, but I'm not so I don't."
"Yeah well Lil is in Paris and I needed a new dress for my show by tonight." Jenne dragged Heather in a store. "Grin and bare it."
Instead of following Jenne around, Heather stopped to look at a shirt. She was sure would match a hat Greg had just bought. But she needed a second opinion. However, Jenne's phone decided to ring at that very moment.
"KRIS!" she squealed. "What's up?" The color drained from her face. "Are you sure it was…yeah, she's right here…where? Yeah, ok. Ok." She hung up the phone. "Ok." She took a few deep breaths.
"Jenne? Are you ok?" Heather asked, her eyebrow raised.
Instead of answering, Jenne grabbed Heather's hand and dragged her all the way out of the mall to the parking lot.
"Don't you need a dress?" Heather asked.
Jenne held out her hand. "Give me the keys."
"Why?"
"Oh my God, if you don't give me the damn keys I'm going to beat you with my purse. Give. Me.The. Keys." She insisted.
Heather slapped the keys in Jenne's hand and got in the car. She didn't say anything until she realized Jenne was taking her in the opposite direction of home.
"Where the hell are you taking me?"
Jenne looked over at her friend. In her haste to get to where they needed to go, she had forgotten to explain what was going on.
"I'm going to start talking and I don't want you to interrupt." Jenne took a deep breath. "Kris called. She's at work." This wasn't working. She would have to just spit it out. "Heather, Kris called and she said that they brought someone in and the named sounded familiar so she checked and…" Jenne looked at her friend. "Heather, something happened to Greg."
It wasn't that Heather was holding her breath, she just forgot to breathe. And suddenly, her breathing picked up to a quick pace. "Pull over."
"Heather-"
"Pull over!"
Jenne barely got the car to a stop when Heather jumped out and threw up in the gutter. Her hands shook as she wiped her mouth. Rubbing her hands on her jeans, Heather slid back in the car and told Jenne to floor it all the way to the hospital.