Summary: Blondes can be stubborn.
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I affiliated with Heathers or Heathers the musical in any way, shape, or form.
"Hey, Heather?"
A small grunt from the other side of the couch was Heather's response. She didn't bother pulling her nose out of the latest copy of Vogue to look up.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Whatever, yeah."
There was the sound of shuffling and shifting and before the blonde could even say 'Very', Veronica was next to her. On the floor. On one knee. With an open ring box in her hand.
"Will you, er.. Marry me?"
Heather shook her head, making a face as she stared at the box, "No."
"Alright, aweso- Wait.. What? No?"
"That ring is so.. Ugh. Come back with a different ring next time and I'll say yes."
"You're saying no because of the ring? I had Heather help me pick it out!"
"Ha. That explains a lot. She can't accessorize for shit." She snorted.
".. I can't believe you just turned down my proposal because you didn't like the ring.." Veronica rolled her eyes.