Heathers The Musical One Shot

Your best friend and girlfriend Heather McNamara had planned to come over on Friday night for a sleepover, eat some junk food and watch some sappy old movies together but it didn't go to plan. She arrived half an hour late and in a terrible mood. She denied the fact that she was feeling down, but the sour expression on her face and the clear tear marks in her makeup told you otherwise.

The two of you settled in your bed, putting on the first movie, but before it even started, Heather turned to you, ignoring the music of the film starting.

"I need to tell you something," she said softly.

"You can tell me anything," you said, turning to pause the tape. "Shoot."

She let out a sigh that seemed to have been held in far to long as it certainly looked cathartic for her. Heather ran a hand through her blond hair before looking you in the eye again.

"My dad doesn't like us," she stated bluntly, the expression on her face pained.

"What?"

Why didn't he like the two of you? Maybe he was homophobic, most people were to be fair, Sherwood was a small town filled with small town people with small town minds. Your parents hadn't been thrilled you were with a girl but had changed their minds when they saw how happy you were.

"Well he's not thrilled that I'm a lesbian but surprisingly he didn't care too much about it," she trailed off.

"Then why doesn't he like it?"

She shook her head, clearly not happy about what was going on with her father.

"It's because you don't have money. He doesn't like that I'm not with some rich boy that he can get business connections with."

"Oh..."

You'd never really considered that fact. Heather's father was wealthy, selling classy engagement rings, they never had to worry about anything when it came to money. Your family weren't poor. There was food on the table and a roof over your head, but you had a part time job so that you were able to go out on dates or buy things you wanted as there wasn't too much spare money for recreational means.

"Don't get the wrong idea Y/N/N," she quickly said. "I bloody love you, and what he thinks isn't going to change that. I don't care if he forbids me from seeing you, you're my girlfriend and as long as you want to be, I want you to be."

You couldn't help but smile at her as a gentle laugh escaped your lips.

"Well I may be poor when compared to you," you shrugged. "But your love makes me the richest person in the world."

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Written by Charlotte.

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