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Heather Chandler does not pine.
She doesn't get hung up on people, she doesn't waste her time, and she certainly doesn't pine.
Or at least, she didn't used to.
Then Veronica waltzed into her life looking beautiful in all of her loser-glory and suddenly, maybe Heather pines a little.
Veronica is straight.
Of course she is, she goes on dates with Jason Dean every other fucking day.
And it's infuriating.
Heather downs the rest of the alcohol in her bottle of liquor.
She doesn't even feel that drunk.
Okay, maybe she's a little tipsy.
Heather hadn't planned on getting drunk, really. But apparently liking someone who doesn't like you is emotionally exhausting, so what else was she to do? Be sad, sober and alone while Veronica is kissing J.D instead of her?
Hell no.
Chandler glances at the clock hanging on the wall of her bright pink room.
Veronica and JD have only been gone a half-an-hour, they were probably still flirting it up at the restaurant.
Heather groans and rolls out of bed.
Veronica may not like her, but she can't keep these feelings inside anymore, it has begun to effect her role as 'mythic bitch', and it makes Heather cringe.
Fuck it, she isn't having this any longer.
Heather brushes out her hair and grabs the keys to her car.
Veronica is just going to have to deal with Heather having feelings for her, whether she likes it or not.
Heather flings open her bedroom door and makes her way down the stairs. She gives a half-hearted wave to her mom, who just grunts in response. Rolling her eyes, Chandler walks out the front door and into the drive way.
It occurs to Heather somewhere deep, deep down that this probably isn't the best idea.
But she also doesn't really give a fuck.
Flinging herself into the drivers seat of her Porsche, Heather starts the car and drives off with only one destination in mind, Veronica's favorite Chinese restaurant.
It only takes ten minutes to get there, which isn't surprising on a boring, Tuesday night.
Stumbling out of the car, Heather strides through the doors of the warmly-lit building with purpose.
"Can I get you a table?" The girl at the front desk asks, looking up from her computer screen as Heather approaches.
"Ugh, no. Can you tell me where Veronica Sawyer is sat at?" Heather urges.
"We don't disclose that information-"
"Look, it's important, okay? She, uh, forgot her wallet, so I'm bringing it to her."
Heather is more convincing sober.
But it seems to work as the girl sighs and points in the direction of the table. Heather follows the direction of the finger with her eyes.
Chandler catches sight of Veronica, who is laughing and showing off her dorky little smile at something J.D said, probably. It makes Chandler sick with jealousy.
Heather starts making her way over to the table, trying her best not to look too tense, she isn't doing a good job at it.
When Heather nears, Veronica finally meets her eye.
"Heather?" Veronica questions in something like surprise.
Heather stops in front of the table and J.D eyes her. She suppresses an eye roll.
She's surprised she has any self-control left, seeing as she's drunk.
Veronica opens her mouth to say something, but Heather cuts her off.
"Listen up, okay, cause I'm only gonna saying this once."
Veronica shuts her mouth with a snap.
"Good girl. Okay, so I'm just gonna say it, I like you. Not in a gross friendship kind of way, like in a gross 'I wanna fucking make out with you against a wall' kind of way. Just to be clear, I like you in a gay as fuck way! And I just really fucking like you and it's fucking up my reputation of being unfeeling and unemotional! You're ruining my life and I don't even care anymore. Date me and not him for fucks sake. Okay, I'm done, you can hate me now." Chandler finishes with a huff, leaning on the table with her right hand.
Veronica looks taken back while J.D just looks amused.
"Oh god, are you drunk? You're slurring." Veronica finally says, gazing at her with concern.
Did she not just fucking hear what I said?
"Maybe a little. But that's besides the fucking point!"
"I think 'a little' might be an understatement, Heather. Oh my god, did you drive here?!" Veronica exclaims, wide-eyed.
Heather opens her mouth to reply, but suddenly gets extremely light-headed.
"Heather...are you okay?" She distantly hears Veronica voice.
"I think she's going to pass out..." J.D comments, trailing off.
Yeah, maybe a little drunk was an understatement.
"I don't feel that good..." Is all Heather can manage before she's collapsing and everything goes black.
Heather awakes to sunlight hitting her eyes. She groans, sits up, and observes her surroundings.
She recognizes the location, it's Veronica's dorky ass room. And she's in her dorky ass bed.
There isn't anywhere Heather would rather be.
Veronica.
Fuck.
As if on cue, the bedroom door opens and Veronica comes walking in after.
Great, this is going to be fan-fucking-tasctic.
"Oh, hey, you're up." Veronica observes, closing the door behind her.
Heather would rather drink drain cleaner than have this conversion.
"What the fuck happened?" Heather questions.
"You passed out, J.D helped me carry you to the car. I just took you back here because your parents scare me, no offense."
"None taken, they scare me too." Heather snorts in response.
Veronica sits down on the bed.
"You shouldn't drink and drive, that's dangerous. Promise not to do it again?"
Heather finds her concern cute.
"Fine, I fucking promise. So, did I really say all that or was that just me being really fucking drunk?"
"Oh, yeah, trust me, the whole restaurant heard you say that." Veronica laughs nervously, rubbing the back of her neck.
The blush creeps up Heather's neck faster than she can control it. She decides burying her head in a pillow until she dies is the best solution to this problem. Being weak and vulnerable isn't something Heather Chandler can deal with and she is feeling both of those things right now.
"Heather? Heather, look at me."
"No." Chandler muffles, pressing the pillow further against her face.
She feels Veronica pull at the pillow, so Heather pulls back harder.
"Fuck off, Veronica."
"I'm not gonna 'fuck off' until you look at me."
Heather groans loudly and throws the pillow away from her and sits up.
"What do you want me to fucking say, Ronnie? I was drunk. We can forget about it. It didn't mean anything. Whatever makes you feel fucking better-"
Veronica is kissing her.
Like full-on, gay as fuck, kissing.
Heather is taken back by it at first but after a moment kisses back, with more intensity. Heather brings her hands up to grip the back of Veronica's neck.
And fuck- Veronica is a good kisser.
Veronica tastes like blue-raspberry chapstick and soda and it is addicting.
Heather is the first to pull back and Veronica whimpers quietly, Heather chuckles.
"What about Jesse James" Heather smirks.
"Oh, yeah, we aren't dating. We're just friends. But it was fun making you jealous." Veronica teases.
"Fuck you." Heather bites, before pulling Veronica in for another kiss.
Maybe this was worth pining over.