Summary: JD really hates Christmas shopping. JD point of view. More of a oneshot than any kind of drabble.
Pairings: Veronica/JD
Rating: K
Setting: AU
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.
"What do you mean you haven't done any Christmas shopping yet?" Veronica asked with something akin to horror in her voice. "It's Christmas Eve!"
"I don't know," JD said slowly, taken aback by Veronica's outburst and wildly waving arms. He shouldn't have been, though. She was a well-known nagger with overactive gesticulation. "I don't buy a lot of Christmas presents. Do you?"
"Uh, yeah, I do. More this year than ever before." Veronica started listing them off. "I had to buy ones for my parents, Heather, Heather, Heather, Martha, my teachers—"
"Your teachers?" JD scoffed.
Veronica nodded, unfazed. "Yes, my teachers, some cousins, and you."
JD's blood froze. She got him a present? It hadn't even occurred to him to get a gift for her. It had just barely occurred to him that he should get a present for his dad, and he was still on the fence about even that.
"Uh, come to think of it," JD said, trying to keep his voice level and thoughtful instead of letting panic bubble into it. "I really should get my old man something. I've gotta motor."
And before Veronica could say another word, JD was off in a dark flash.
Ugh. JD hated shopping. Maybe that's why he didn't care to give Christmas presents. It wasn't a lack of sentimentality, but just because shopping—especially around the holidays—was like his own little personal preview of hell.
Maybe he should try to be a better person to ensure that he doesn't end up there.
But he did it. Sure, he got his pop a new pocket knife, yadda yadda yadda, but that's not what mattered.
Veronica was what mattered.
Now he was going to go get a slurpee to freeze the horrible memories of shopping out of his head. Otherwise he might kill himself, and he had a feeling that would be kind of a downer for the holidays.
"I went Christmas shopping," JD said to Veronica. He tried to keep his tone in that particular sentence upbeat, but really it made him want to punch the wall. From now on he was going to hire a personal shopper.
"You did?" Veronica asked, surprise lacing her tone. "Did you get something nice for your dad?"
"Yeah, but that doesn't matter," JD waved it off. "I got something better for you."
Veronica furrowed her brows in that way she did when she was truly surprised or puzzled. "You did?"
"Open it," JD urged, handing the rectangular wrapped item to Veronica.
And she did. She tore the wrapping paper to shreds and was left with a book in her hands. "Moby Dick?" she asked, confused.
"Well, since you're such a dork that buys her teachers presents, I thought you might like to read a classic." JD smirked.
Veronica rolled her eyes. "Well, thank you. Since I'm such a dork, I will enjoy reading it."
She moved to put the book in her bag, but JD grabbed her arm tightly, pulling her back. "Wait, aren't you going to flip through it or something?"
Veronica looked at him as though he had grown two heads. "Uh, no. I don't like to know anything about a book before I've read it."
"Well, uh, maybe you should give it a try," JD said weakly, grasping at straws.
Continuing to eye him strangely, Veronica took the book back out of her bag. "Okay," she said slowly, "I will."
She flipped the hardback cover open and gasped. The pages of the book had been roughly cut out with a knife, leaving it hollow in the middle. And there was a single silver bangle, with words engraved on it.
Meant to be mine.
"Oh my god," Veronica choked out, her voice thick with emotion. "This is amazing."
"That's not all." JD said, his smirk again present on his face.
From underneath the long sleeve of his trench, he pulled out a silver watch. He flipped it over to reveal that there were words engraved on it as well.
Meant to be yours.
A/N: Haha see what I did there? I really like this one. I tried to capture a couple moments of JD's crazy, hope it turned out.
