You're a Heather, well, your name isn't Heather, but you're one of the girls, you'd accepted Veronica into the little clique quick, Veronica wouldn't admit she was enamored by you, the dichotomy of giggles and innocently dirty jokes mixed with the times you'd be pissed, or serious about something, JD was quick to catch onto this feeling Veronica had and slowly but surely, he became the same

The two would linger with you sometimes, you didn't seem to mind, even when they smoked, so that was appreciated, obviously, they'd been getting up to their own little adventures, one included killing Heather Chandler, did you think she was a total bitch? Totally! But she was still someone you saw every day, you were slightly gutted by it

JD realized this meant you'd be emotionally vulnerable quickly, and he greeted the realization with open arms, Veronica thought he was being a dick by wanting to take advantage of that fact, but that's just who he is, so, a day after Heathers funeral, there was a knock on your door, both JD and Veronica stood before you

"Ding-dong the witch is dead-" JD greets, Veronica sharply chopping her hand into his side before offering you a slightly nervous smile

"Dark humor, it's a plague isn't it? so- can we come in? We wanted to check in on you" Veronica says a lot more softer and not grinning like JD is