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Thankfully enough, before we could pass out on the lawn, Veronica and I dragged ourselves to her room.

I awoke soon enough, groggy. One thing I never could have was a full night's sleep.

The place where Veronica had laid was empty - an odd factor for someone who was usually the earliest riser.

The scratching of a pen was proved to be Veronica at her desk, writing in what I assumed to be her diary.

I lifted my head, looking around the baronial room. Everything, spare a few items, seemed to be shades of blue. It wasn't littered or spotless. Books overfilled her shelves - an avid reader. She had a lot of photographs scattered around, some with the Heathers, some with Betty Finn and Martha Dunnstock. I spotted my trench coat sitting on a chair, folded hastily alongside my other clothes. Veronica's way of being polite, I assumed.

It only took a cough for her to notice that I was awake. "Good morning," she croaked, smiling dryly.

"Morning. What time is it?"

"Last time I checked, it was around six fifty," she replied. Veronica paused, scrambling through her cluttered desk to pull out a pocket watch. "7:01 - AM."

I nodded, brushing a hand through my hair. "Ah. What time do your parents get up?"

Veronica froze in her place. She hissed a quick shit before snapping her diary closed and scurrying across the room. She tossed over my clothes, grabbing a brush in her panic. She brushed her hair hurriedly, and I pulled on my clothes.

She glanced towards me. "Wait in the closet. I'll go talk to my dad, all right?"

"How come we can't just sneak out the window?"

"Jesus, JD," she spat, crossing her arms. "Both of us? We have windows in other places, too. What will my dad think when he see his daughter sneak out with a mysterious kid in a trench coat, especially on a motorcycle?"

I groaned. "Whatever you want, princess."

"To your left, soldier."

I proceeded to walk into her closet, still heated from our quick confrontation. Technically, I could just leave her and disappear into the hallways of Westerburg for the last few months I have. It'd be the smart thing to do.

This fling wouldn't last. I knew that.

A couple of seconds later, I heard the door slam shut.

But it was always nice to have someone around. Even for a week or so.

There was two things I could do in this moment: stay silent and do nothing - or take the chance to inspect her room a little bit more closely.

Even Ram, the doltish asshole could figure out which one I chose.

There was one thing that I noticed straight away - she had a new outfit to wear every single day for a year. Maybe two, now that I really went through her clothing. Veronica had a few boxes, most of them filled with old toys and clothing that clearly didn't fit anymore.

However, there was one that caught my eye. It didn't have a title written in sharpie like the others.

I debated myself, wondering if I should look inside. It could be seemingly innocent, or something not so innocent. I strained my ears to hear Veronica's conversation with her father, picking up only a few words.

Fuck it.

I opened it, bracing for whatever they might be. I was pretty surprised to see a major collection of everything from The Shining to The Breakfast Club.

I had to admit it, she had a pretty good taste. I expected to see a bunch of chick flicks, knowing Veronica's clique, and maybe one or two horror movies. But not this many.

"JD?" I heard Veronica call out, shutting the door behind her.

Plopping down the cases in the box, I shoved it back into it's place just as she peeked in the closet. I grinned, putting my hands in my pockets. She smiled softly back, her spine straightened.

"I told my dad that I was gonna go out for a while and catch a ride with Heather," she explained, putting on a coat. "I'd rather go to your house, though. You okay with that?"

I curled my lips, glancing away. "Not really. Ah, my dad's probably home. Don't want to deal with him right now."

God knows what he'd say. I'd be dead if he caught me sneaking back in - did he even notice I was gone?

Veronica stopped mid-step, scanning my expression. "Um, we can go to a Snappy Snack Shack then. We'll decide what to do from there."

She could read my mind now, apparently.

"All right then," I exclaimed, heading towards her window. "Now that sounds like a solid plan!"

She laughed, grabbing her handbag. "I'll distract my father while you park a little more down street. Not too far, though, JD. I don't want to walk for ten minutes or more."

I nodded.

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We both strolled out of the store, Veronica sipping the slushie that I had bought. I leaned against the concrete wall, lighting up a cigarette.

I watched the smoke swirl out of my mouth, as we huddled against the cold.

"Shit!" she groaned, grasping her head.

Brain freeze.

"Hey - I'll take it," I murmured, gesturing for the cup. She nodded briskly, almost throwing the slushie into my hand. She slithered into my arms, watching the cars as they whizzed by.

I sipped deeply, wincing as it did the same for me. "Jesus, if it wasn't for brain freezes, I'd go here and buy one everyday," Veronica sighed.

"'Eh. I actually don't mind them - I like them, really."

She raised an eyebrow.

"It, ah, like I said, keeps me sane," I explained, looking at the ground. "My addiction, to be honest."

Veronica stared at me, narrowing her gaze. "Is it an alternative to cutting or something like that?"

"'Mmm, I don't know. I started drinking these almost daily around freshman year. Nicholas had never been to a Shack before - a faux pas. And, since that day, I've been hooked."

"Nicholas? Hmm. Surprised you didn't go mental on him. Who is he?"

"There's a story for another day, Veronica."

She nodded, her eyes unmoving. Just as she was about to say something, a car screeched past and stopped her. She shook her head.

Veronica grimaced, kicking pebbles off of the sidewalk. "Fuck, I can't stop thinking about Heather!"

That bitch again. "Well, why don't we pay her a visit?" I suggested.

"What do you mean?"

"You know - go over to her house. Make her regret what she said to you."

She froze, but then relaxed, laughing. "Maybe we can make serve her something that'll make her throw up for days!"

Not exactly what I meant, but, her idea could work too. Anything would be better than nothing.

"Know her address?"

"Yeah, its not too far from here. Fifteen minutes, I'd guess."

I put out my cigarette and we headed out to the Chandlers'.

You'd be surprised how much fun JD is to write. Awful character (in the context of a human being), but fantastic to explore! I've gotten another idea for a Heathers fanfic. If I like it, I might publish it.

Also, as I was thinking last week, don't you think we should celebrate for this many people reading this? A requested one-shot, perhaps? (Of course, it has to be Heathers related)...Whatever you want, PM or review to tell me what you think we should do!

(NOTE: I have gotten permission from the original owner of this concept to write this.)

As always, thanks for reading, favoriting and following this story! I hope you all have a wonderful day :)