Heathers The Musical One Shot

Most weekends you spent alone, there were only several of your peers that you could tolerate let alone wish to spend time outside of class with them.

Your school's dependence on cliques meant it was impossible to make friends with anyone unless you fell into the same stereotypes. That's how you met your best friend Veronica. You were both outsiders, not fitting into any cliques so you were both disliked by all of them. You weren't sporty enough to be a jock, smart enough to be a nerd nor able to say you were from a rich family so the preps hated you too. It wasn't as bad as it sounded, you liked not having to pretend you were friends with people just because of one stereotype that'd throw you together.

Seen as your social life was non-existent you were happily curled up in your bed by eleven on a Saturday night watching terrible reruns of shows you didn't enjoy the first time they were on. It was a normal Saturday night for you to just watch TV by yourself however your binge-watching was interrupted by a knock on your bedroom window. For most people it was an unnerving concept for someone to be knocking on their first-floor window, however you were used to your brother using your window to sneak in from, due to the placement of the treehouse. You hadn't thought he'd gone out, but he didn't always notify you to when he was going out.

You muted your television with a reluctant sigh as you got out of bed. Pulling back the curtain you were prepared to open the window and berate him for not warning you that he was going out, but it wasn't him at the glass. Rather than your brother, Veronica was there.

Unlatching the window, you opened it up so that she could crawl into your room. You were confused as to why she was there as she had only been to your home on a handful of occasions before and always came through the conventional way of the front door.

"Veronica? What are you doing here?" You whispered knowing your parents wouldn't appreciate your friend sneaking into your room without them knowing.

"Haven't you heard? I'm a dead girl walking," she announced forcing you to shush her.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, frankly confused about the matter.

"It doesn't matter," she said dismissively. "Just know that Heather, Heather Chandler has sworn to destroy me on Monday. So for the weekend I am doing everything I have wanted to do for a long time."

"Then why are you here?"

Veronica didn't answer your question. She said no more, leaning in to press her lips to yours as an answer to your question instead.

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Written by Charlotte.