I'm so sorry for the infrequent updates! I still have a bunch of tests to do.

I still had no idea why I was going there.

Even after Veronica dragged me to that church, I didn't understand why she cared so much. She had killed them - what was the point? To gloat over her success?

"C'mon, Jason," the brunette muttered, frowning. She was already dressed for the funeral - a coat dress paired with kitten heels and rose lipstick. Heather Chandler's red scrunchie was on her wrist. "We can't be late!"

I raced down the stairs, sighing. "All right, all right..."

Apparently, it wasn't even morning at that point. It was just another one of my pathetic attempts to get a morsel of sleep - which consisted of me mainly wasting almost the entire day passed out. Veronica was like my natural alarm clock, thankfully.

Before I could say anything to her, she brushed a comb through my hair and ruffled it. She lightly kissed my cheek before backing away. She tapped my shoulder as she passed by. "Remember, good impressions are key in Sherwood."

These days, it seemed like I relied a lot on Veronica - this scene a prime example. I had noticed that I started to forget simple procedures that I was usually insistent on completing, such as combing through my hair. But, ever since Chandler's death, my efforts slowly decreased little by little.

Her heels clacked against the glossy hardwood floors as she waited by my front door, arms crossed. Veronica wasn't in the mood for debating, I could tell.

I slipped on a pair of chuck taylors and followed her out the door. "When does it start again - the funeral?"

Veronica looked back at me. "Thirty minutes," she said curtly. "But we should get there early if we want to afford a parking space. Whole school's coming."

The lukewarm blasted against my face, and I took a deep breath. Another break from the blistering heat. My neighbors all around us continued watering and tending to their gardens as if a serial killer and her boyfriend didn't just strut out of a shabby house.

All I said was 'huh' before I went to Veronica's car and opened the door and sat in the passenger's side. Veronica got in the driver's seat and started the car.

We sat in eerie silence for a while as she pulled out of the driveway, moving to the church's direction. In efforts to make things less awkward, I switched on the radio.

'Another One Bites The Dust' played. I could hear Veronica stifle her laughter next to me. I huffed and changed the station to 'Hey Jude'.

"Too bad you changed it," the brunette commented, glancing at me. I had hardly noticed she put sunglasses on as she flashed them at me.

I shrugged. "It's the perfect occasion, but I'm not in the mood," I lied coolly, my reply seemingly satisfying Veronica.

She only nodded and turned her attention back to the road. "While you're at it, I'd change it to Madonna."

I furrowed my brows and glanced at her. "Why?"

Veronica took a deep breath and smoothed her hair, moving her breton hat a bit. "We're carpooling with Heather Duke and Heather McNamara."

"Fuck."

She chuckled a bit and shrugged. "That's the price to pay for being the new queen of Westerburg High."

And I was stuck along for the ride.

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With Green Heather and Yellow Heather in the back seats, Veronica started the car and drove off again. Duke was wearing a black pea coat. McNamara?

Ram's letterman jacket.

Why the hell was she wearing it? How did she even get it?

I sank into my seat, nervously biting my lip. Maybe McNamara knew what happened to Ram and Kurt, and she was just taunting us before she'd go to the police. No. I was being ridiculous.

Was I?

Veronica looked at me strangely and furrowed her brows. "...Jason?"

"What?" I queried, jolting up. I whipped my head around to look at Veronica. "What is it, darling?"

The brunette frowned. She was getting more concerned by the second. "Are you okay?"

Heather McNamara looked from the window and shifted her gaze to me. Tears were heavy on her eyelids as she clutched a picture of Ram in her hand.

Why did she have his picture? It was clear that those two were just a fling. Not like Veronica and I. They didn't understand what love was. Veronica said so.

"Jason!"

"I'm fine," I assured her, sighing. "Just a little spooked -" I glanced at Yellow Heather again. "- About Kurt and Ram's deaths. Too soon, y'know?"

Veronica's brown eyes flickered with doubt, but her facial expression betrayed her inner emotions. Apathy masked her face easily like camouflage, and she only blinked in response. "Too soon," she agreed after a while, changing the radio to play 'Into the Groove' by Madonna.

McNamara relented and continued to look out at the rolling scenery.

I let out a sigh of relief. Maybe she hasn't guessed. Yet.

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The funeral was dreadfully dull. Duller than Heather Chandler and my mother's funerals combined. Oddly enough, not many people shed tears here - perhaps they had finally seen the error of Ram and Kurt's ways?

Jesus, I sounded like Veronica. That's literally what'd she say.

Soon enough, half way through the dialogue of Kurt's father, Veronica leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Oh, so now you decide to suddenly love your son? What a shocker."

I snickered. "Too bad Mr. Kelly didn't think about the possibility of his son regularly holding something other than a gun in his hand..."

"JD!" she gasped quietly, grinning.

Before we could completely burst out laughing, the sobs of a little girl echoed around the room. Kurt's sister. Veronica cringed and bit her lip, burying her face into my neck. Bad timing.

Why the hell did I laugh?

We spent the remainder of the service sat in absolute silence. We left thereafter without a word.

We decided that we already did enough damage for one day.

As soon as the two of us stepped out of the church and ambled out of earshot, the brunette turned towards me. She grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together as she sat us on a nearby bench.

Only a few passersby strolled by us in the time frame of about five minutes.

"So, Jace...what's the plan for the summer?" she asked curiously.

I shrugged, a jaded air to me. "Eh, nothing special. I'm going to Indiana to spend a couple days there, but...nothing new."

She nodded softly as she listened, the now fiery sunlight highlighting her dark hair. "You're...you're staying for senior year, right?"

I furrowed my brows and tilted my head a bit.A peculiar question. Why would she ask that out of the blue like that? Was...was she planning something? No - she was fine, I was fine. "Well, yeah...Why wouldn't I?"

Veronica merely grinned and pecked my lips. Blush graced my face. "Good," she murmurs, pride obvious in her voice.

My face reddened a bit more as I pulled her closer and she rested her head on my shoulder. God, I loved her. Something about her was just so imperfect.

An imperfect girl for an imperfect boy. Maybe we were both cracked porcelain...

And so, that's the end of Ram and Kurt. As Veronica would say, 'they had it coming'.

JD's starting to really observe the world around him. Weird, huh?

Odd side note: Because of this fanfic, my music tastes have slightly shifted to favoring bands like Joy Division and Madonna...oops?

Another note: I was looking around, and yes, Veronica does have a cat in one version of the script. Looks like I have two scripts to go off of...

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DisneyDreamer123: Yes, I do suppose Veronica saved them ridicule from a homophobic town. However, is that equivalent to having them be known as murderers instead?

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