Summary: Don't do anything that bothers Heather. Or maybe do...
Pairings: Chansaw, Veronica/Chandler
Rating: K
Setting: Anything, I guess.
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.
"Let's go, Heather, I'm freezing!"
Veronica had no idea what they were doing there. To be quite frank, she was so cold right now that she could swear that she didn't know much of anything.
"Calm your tits, Veronica," Heather commanded, approaching a cute white house that Veronica had never seen before. "We haven't even started yet."
Veronica could have cried, she was so cold. "Well, then what are we doing?" she half demanded, half whined.
"This is the house of one Bobby Miller," Heather explained, though directly avoiding the question. "He was a jerk to Heather and Heather, taking them both for a ride, and so now we're going to show him what eggs do to siding when it's below freezing."
Heather brought out of her huge purse, a carton of eggs. She gingerly picked up one egg and placed it in Veronica's gloved hand, then took one for herself. She reared back and threw it, perfectly splattering it on the broad side of the house.
Veronica smiled, tossing and catching her egg in her hand once before pelting it at the house, landing her shot right beside Heather's. It wasn't long before the carton was empty and the house was colored with vivid splats of yellow.
"Okay, Heather, that was fun. Can we go now?" Veronica's teeth were chattering and she was certain that her lips were turning blue.
"I'm admiring my handiwork," Heather said, ignoring Veronica's convulsing.
"P-Please?"
Heather turned sharply. "I'm sick of your complaining. If you're so cold, why don't you do something about it?"
Before Veronica could answer that that's exactly what she was trying to do by suggesting leaving, she found Heather's lips on hers. Heather's lips were as cold as her own, but her tongue was flaming hot—able to scorch you with touch or words. When she pulled away, her face was hot and she could feel the blood rushing everywhere, reminding her that she was alive.
Heather pulled back, a smug smile on her face. "Warmer now?"
Veronica nodded, gulping uneasily. "Can I always spend the holidays with you?"
