Somehow everyone managed to pile into Heather's small room. Heather and Heather took Kurt while Heather showed Martha how to blend colors on Ram. That left her and JD, and JD had said he wanted to do makeup instead (not that Veronica knew or cared how to apply makeup in the first place). On top of that, she needed to have her eyes closed for most of it so she couldn't write like when Heather was doing her hair either.

"Can you tell I like blue?" he commented, looking over her, an unsettling smirk on his face. Veronica looked down at herself. Her shoes were blue, sure. And her blouse. And her notebook… and her pen. She decided not to give him the satisfaction of answering. It didn't seem to bother him like she had hoped. The security really must have been distracted by Heather's flat iron because she'd brought in like four pallets of eye shadow. JD had picked the smallest one, Heather had called it "mermaid" and it had mostly blues and greens.

He gently tilted her chin up, presumably for better lighting. Veronica closed her eyes, bracing herself for being stabbed with whatever shark thing he'd managed to hide in a pocket of his trench coat. Instead she felt the light tap of one of Heather's tiny makeup brushes against her eyelid. She opened her eyes just a smidgen and saw the surprisingly thoughtful look on JD's face as he examined the color pallet. She couldn't see what color he chose, but soon felt the soft patting again forcing her to close her eyes.

Since eyeshadow was the only partially fun part about makeup that Veronica could see, it was only about five minutes before JD had either gotten bored or finished. She opened her eyes as he gave her his final appraisal. He looked pleased with himself which made her uneasy. Looking in the mirror she saw that he'd actually don't a decently good job at blending a metallic teal with royal blue. "You don't strike me as someone who used to play with their mom's makeup when you were a kid," he told her.

Heather turned around, having heard the comment, and looked just as surprised as Veronica had felt, JD got a smug look on his face. "You did that?" she asked pointing, causing Heather, Heather, and Martha to turn around as well. Kurt and Ram, who had been turned into an experimental rainbow pallet, also opened their eyes to look.

"Can you do eyeliner too?" Heather asked, look at him with wide hazel eyes. Someone had already done her eyeliner, but it was smudging against her golden eyeshadow.

"I don't have any liquid," Heather said, pointing to her bag, her own eyeliner was of course perfect like every other aspect of her appearance.

Heather literally hopped over to Heather's makeup bag, her skirts bouncing in a way that reminded Veronica of the flap of butterfly wings (really anything the blonde girl did reminded Veronica of a butterfly). She retrieved a small jar and a thin bristled brush and presented it to JD with a hopeful look on her face.

"Heather, I'll do your eyeliner for you," Heather said, sounding uncharacteristically jealous.

"I know I just, I've never had a guy do my makeup before," Heather flushed, nervously twisting in place and making her dress twirl out like an upside-down buttercup. Veronica took the lack of attention to her and picked up her notebook.

JD's surprisingly good at makeup, at least at eyeshadow. Heather wants him to do her eyeliner and Heather looks like she's about to scratch his eyes out for impressing her girlfriend. Ram and Kurt look like a unicorn smacked them in the face with its tail, I think a set of face paints would have been more useful for what Heather, Heather, Heather, and Martha ended up doing. I wonder if we could get some if we promised not to eat it.

"It's one of those charcoal ones you need to add water to," Heather explained, still looking just as unhappy. JD nodded and looked into the jar (for what Veronica didn't know why) while Heather eagerly went off to retrieve a cup of water from the bathroom.

"Careful Heather, you keep glaring like that your face is going to freeze that way," Veronica snickered. Heather shot her a nasty look as Heather pattered back into the room.

Why is it so weird for guys to be okay with wearing makeup and even more of a spectacle when they can do it? Anyone who can do it is pretty impressive to me. Yeah maybe it's a little surprising for a guy to know what he's doing because guys don't normally wear makeup, but don't treat him like a unicorn.

Veronica looked back up as JD was drawing a thin black line over Heather's left eyelid. Heather was still fuming, and Veronica pursed her lips in amusement.

Though it is pretty funny to see Heather so angry over something so stupid. Who's going to kill who know, Heather? I guess I don't have the right to say that since I was thinking the same thing. Don't know what else we were supposed to think of you JD, but alright, I admit that I misjudged you.

Veronica looked up again when Heather clapped happily, presumably after JD had finished. "Ohh, let me see!" Martha said excitedly, Heather getting up to look as well.

"How'd you get it so even?" Heather asked, grabbing Heather's chin.

"You have to have a lot of talent to do even eyeliner," Heather snipped, of course her eyeliner was also even.

"Thank you," JD smirked at her.

Heather is so mad. It's freaking hilarious. I don't get the whole eyeliner must be even because I don't wear makeup, but JD's serving Heather her sass right back at her and it's amazing. Poor Heather, she just wants the attention of her girlfriend back.

"Um, how do you get makeup off?" Kurt asked, raising his hand, very much less impressed by the eyeliner skills JD apparently also possessed.

"This comes off with soap and water, right? I'll come off in the shower," Ram seconded.

"Why? You don't like what we've done?" Heather mocked, a wicked grin coming back to her red lips. "Yes, it comes off with soap and water."

"Kay, well I'm taking this off now," Kurt said getting up.

"Me too," Ram followed. "I don't want it rubbing off on anything, plus it's kind of itchy. How do girls deal with this stuff on their face all day?"

"Well, first of all, we don't put eyeshadow all over our face," Heater pointed out, gesturing to the lack of green eyeshadow not around her eyes.

"Wait, there's only one shower," Heather observed, starting to twirl her hair again.

"Mhhm," Heather agreed, still smirking.

"Yup!" Kurt popped his 'p' and grabbed Ram's hand before dashing out the door.

Well, Kurt and Ram just went off to have shower sex. That was a thing that very much just happened. They were pretty shameless about it too.

"I don't get it…" Martha said seriously, as Heather's cheeks went pink while Heather and Heather burst out into giggles.

Oh poor Heather, she looks so horrified. And Martha's just too innocent to get it. I'm going to need to protect her from Heather.

"It's okay, it's not like it's that funny anyway," Veronica could see JD shaking his head at her out of the corner of her eye.

"Here Martha, I'll take your curls out," Heather offered. "They should have had a long enough time to set to be nice and lose. And if you sleep with your hair up they'll still be plenty wavy tomorrow."

"I've never had any friends before," Martha admitted. "Especially not such pretty girls like you."

Heather just shrugged, her curls bouncing. "I never had any real friends either. Girls were jealous and boys were horny. I was just wanted as a "friend" or a fuck."

"No one wanted to hang out with me," Heather said removing the clips from Martha's hair. "I think I was kind of the school joke, you know? 'Bulimia is so '87' I don't even have bulimia."

Heather put a hand on her arm comfortingly, "Well they're stupid, I'd love to be friends with you. My friends suck, most of them are stuck up because they're cheerleaders and jocks and they rule the school. I'm not allowed to do this or wear that or hang out with those people. And some days all I can do is smile."

Are we all spilling our secrets? Martha started, thanking us for handing out with her. Heather told us she was more envied at school than wanted. Heather's not even popular at school. And Heather hides behind smiles.

"What about you, brooding James Dean knock-off?" Heather asked, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow.

Brooding James Dean knock-off, ha, I've got to use that some time.

"You mean you didn't have a perfect life moving to a new school every semester and being teased about being a school shooter?" JD asked rhetorically.

"I think you seem very nice," Martha commented sweetly, JD smiled at her.

"Well I don't know what you expect people to think when you wear a trench coat and talk in third person," Heather rolled her eyes.

Okay, I get it. Universe you can stop having Heather say everything I think out loud.

"We should start putting stuff away, dinner's in a few." Heather advised, collecting the hair pins.

"Wait, you didn't ask Veronica," Martha said.

Heather looked over at her and smirked. "Veronica writes in her diary even while she's having a conversation. I think she'd be insulted if I assumed she hung out with anyone in the first place."

What kind of mind reading abilities does that red scrunchie give her?

"What are we doing after dinner?" Heather asked, gathering up the eyeshadow pallets and handing them to Heather to put away.

"We could come back here or go to someone else's room," Heather suggested, shoving her makeup away where it wouldn't be seen.

"All our rooms are the exact same, does it really matter whose room we go to?" Heather asked, taking out her own curlers now.

"They took the door off mine," Heather said quietly, looking at her feet. JD finger gunned a 'me too' at her.

They took the doors off Heather and JD's rooms. I guess because they're the ones that technically "attempted". Heather said hers was an accident while JD, JD never actually said one way or the other.

"You can sleep with me if you want," Heather offered, collecting the curlers and pins from Heather.

"Really?" Heather asked smiling, Heather nodded.

Heather's got her girlfriend back.

"Do we have to go to dinner?" Heather asked, as Heather began to usher everyone out of the room.

"We're all going to dinner, they're serving spaghetti with extra oregano," Heather made a go on gesture.

"Wait, someone needs to go get Kurt and Ram!" Martha exclaimed.

"I'll go!" Heather tried but Heather grabbed her arm.

"No, I'm not allowing you to risk it. Jesse James, you do it and don't join them," Heather ordered, and Heather let out a squeak (Heather pouted, her plan foiled).

"Because you totally look like the person to do that," Veronica could hear JD mutter under his breath as he exited, which Heather paid no head to as she tugged everyone else off to the kitchen.

Does JD look like the type of person to join in on gay shower sex and make it a threesome?

"Come on, Veronica!" Heather snapped.

Is JD even the type of person to have shower sex?

"VERONICA!"

I hate my friends.

AN:: This was a really cute and fun chapter.
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