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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Heathers:_The_Musical_-_Murphy_&_O'Keefe, Heathers_(1988)
  Relationship:
      Heather_Chandler/Heather_McNamara
  Character:
      Heather_Chandler, Heather_McNamara, Heather_Duke, Veronica_Sawyer, Jason
      "J._D."_Dean
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Drinking, Underage_Sex, They're_not_very_healthy_in_the
      beginning_but_they'll_change, Explicit_Sexual_Content
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-23 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2136
****** Perfect Teenagers ******
by spiteborne
Summary
     Heather Chandler deserves the best. That's why she goes after Heather
     McNamara.
Notes
     This is a collection of oneshots about the relationship of Heather
     Chandler and Heather McNamara. They're out of cronological order but
     I'll always explain where does each chapter fit in their story.
See the end of the work for more notes
Heather was supposed to be strong. She’d walk down hallways turning heads,
attracting whispering voices dripping praises and gossip, subduing students
from all years to fawn over her. Tasting such raw power, she got drunk easily.
Ever since she was a freshman she knew how the game was played and didn’t take
long to turn the tables in her favor. Attending the right parties, making the
right connections, working her way up the ladder to this very position.
She was pure power.
But now, leaning against her locker in the girl’s dressing room, chewing on her
own cheek as her gaze failed to drift from McNamara’s worried face, she doubted
her willpower.
They were funnily synced in positions: Heather Duke with her hands on her ears
to avoid hearing more from the girl’s laments, rolling her eyes repeatedly;
Heather McNamara cupping her eyes with her hands, complaining about not being
good enough to be picked as head cheerleader; and herself, raising one hand to
rest on her lips, failing to look away from Heather’s cheerleader outfit.
She wanted to push her best friend against the wall and kiss her.
And that made her very, very weak.
“I feel like I’m gonna do something stupid and everybody’s gonna look at me
and-” McNamara wasn’t aware of her own power, not yet, and that made Heather’s
blood boil. She was named a Heather, walked like a Heather, shopped like a
Heather, was beautiful as a Heather…
All she needed to do was to act like a Heather.
The newest addition to the group was babbling again until Duke groaned loudly
and grabbed her arm, making the girl squeak. She was still a baby in terms of
attitude. Duke, in the other hand, was playing the part very well.
“Shut up! God, I hate when your voice gets this high-pitched.”
Heather hated when she went over the top with McNamara. It was all an act, of
course, but she had trouble adjusting. Not that she was a lot better, though,
as she hissed to both of them.
“Shut up, Heather. Don’t be an asshole now.” She warned. They were alone in the
dressing room and there was no need for this now.
“Sorry, Heather.” The way she mumbled it made it hard to understand who she was
addressing, but Heather guessed that both of them were in Duke’s mind now.
“I don’t think I can do this…” McNamara spoke so softly.
Ugh, she hated when people showed their weaknesses. Why was she drawn to
McNamara that way? Wanting to cup her cheeks with her hands and kiss her until
she just understood how much strength she had inside, how much power she had
over those idiots. Over her.
But she was just sixteen, so small and skinny that she looked like a child.
They were all children, but McNamara looked different. Pure.
Not rotten inside. Yet.
“It’s not about what you do, it’s about how you deal with it.” She suddenly
spoke up, a pair of heads looking up to her. Her own lap dogs, waiting for
commands. Now, she just wanted them to understand. “If you mess it up, don’t
let people realize it was a mistake. If somebody speaks up, make them regret
it. You’re better than all of those empty-heads. Act like it until you start
believing it.”
“Hm. Something like ‘Fake it ‘til you make it’. It’s a very efficient method,
actually.” McNamara changed her looks, going from one to another until an
almost inaudible sigh escaped from her glossed lips.
Jesus, she looked pretty.
“And you get to yell at all the other girls.” She shrugged, receiving some
giggles from her almost-employees to raise her ego just a tiny bit. If she was
being honest, she liked the way McNamara’s laugh sounded sweet. Like someone
could get diabetes from it.
The first time she saw the girl she couldn’t believe she could turn into one of
them. It wasn’t like Duke in freshman year. They instantly clicked when Duke
sat on her desk at one class and they got into a heated argument over it. She
loved the bitchiness out of the girl in green, but sometimes insubordination
was a high price Duke payed. Everybody should know their places.
And McNamara’s place was on top of the cheerleaders’ formations.
“Heather, go reserve our sits. Ok?” Seeing how Duke got up before she even
finished her sentence made her feel proud. Getting what she wanted without much
hassle was very enticing, and was one of the reasons she kept Duke close. She
might even drop the occasional ‘please’ or ‘okay’ just to see how much she can
get away with.
When her ex-favorite other Heather was out of sight, she exchanged an
interesting look with McNamara. She looked up at her like Heather was a goddess
or a fairy godmother coming to rescue. And to think about it, she was exactly
those things and in that order.
But she wished McNamara could help her realize one wish of hers.
No, that comes later.
“Do you think I can do this?”
She asked like Heather was the only one whose opinion actually mattered. That
made something that felt a lot similar like standing close to fire ignite
inside her. Attention is the only thing that indicates whether you’re living or
not, how can you truly live if nobody’s watching? Nobody’s close? Heather knew
how being in the spotlight put things in the right perspective. And to have her
current favorite person’s full attention was making her feel even more drunk.
“Of course. You’re a Heather, remember this. Everybody wants to be in you
position, some want to be you, some want to be with you. You’re actual power.”
She was reciting some things she said to herself while growing up in High
School. She hoped McNamara would find comfort in them, since she had no actual
advice to this situation.
McNamara curled a bit onto herself, hugging her stomach, thinking hard. Heather
had no intention in making her feel even more nervous and was about to tell her
so, but then the normally yellow Heather now dressed in red and black was
getting up more confident than before.
She tried making a bitchy face but it came out more adorable than anything.
Heather was certainly biased, but she highly doubted she was going to
intimidate someone that way.
But she wanted to bad that she didn’t go away, that they stayed talking here,
that she’d just go up to her and stand on her tip toes and kiss her. Heather
wanted to tell her how good she looked in red, how perfect her face was, how
she was the perfect addition to the Heathers.
“Thank you, Heather! I’m feeling better now.” She inhaled and exhaled hard.
“Okay, I got this.”
Crushing on this girl for over three months now, she helped McNamara readjust
into the new school. She was extremely rich, pretty and nice so that wasn’t
hard to do. The hardest part was to keep away from her and scoff at her hugs,
keep her face away from hers, keep her own face from blushing when McNamara
asks her how it is to go out with college boys.
Heather does this for a reason. McNamara doesn’t need to understand everything
now so she just answers that it’s different, but tiresome. Maybe later she’d
let her come to one of those parties with her and Duke. Now she just wants to
preserve her innocence.
McNamara came to her and hugged her, without her heels she touched her forehead
on Heather’s shoulders. Heather rolled her eyes at how she felt weak smelling
her perfume.
She was wrong. She wanted to destroy her innocence.
“Heather…”
When McNamara looked up, Heather hated herself for what she was thinking.
McNamara was naive but not stupid. Everybody knew who Heather Chandler was and
everybody wanted her as a friend or a fuck. She could just kiss her now and
everything would be okay.
But what if McNamara were the first person to reject her? The news would spread
quickly and soon everybody would know how much of an idiot she was and how
pathetic it was to be rejected by her best friend. For another Heather. Ironic,
no?
She was so afraid of messing things up and even more afraid of losing this
opportunity. Maybe she could just kiss her and see if it was the same as
kissing those party boys, the ones that made her go “huh, that’s it?” and think
there must be something wrong. The only person she enjoyed kissing until now
was an old crush that kissed her when they were on summer camp together. The
boy was extremely nice, unlike those guys she’d go out with, but neither of
them kept contact.
Now she was close to getting that feeling again and didn’t want to lose it.
So she closed her eyes and kissed Heather McNamara.
It started as a soft brush of lips as she was slowly gaining more courage, and
then pressed more. She felt Mac’s lips on hers, smiled at the taste of her lip
gloss and froze. She parted them, taken aback by how that felt.
McNamara was so soft. She was so surprised that she back down a bit, staying
inches away from her friend’s face and slowly opening her eyes, partially
looking at the other girl. McNamara did the same thing, finding Heather’s gray
eyes gazing at her. They were still for a while.
“Mm…” McNamara made some sounds unable to articulate a single word. Heather
felt stupid for getting surprised and pulling away before she spent more time
kissing her. Then she felt a hand taking the behind of her neck and pulling her
down again.
Before she could make out what was happening, she was opening her mouth a bit
to kiss McNamara better. She loved how she felt on her, getting more confident
and placing her hands on her sides of the girl’s waist. McNamara pressed
herself against Heather and she let out a soft sound into the kiss.
She turned themselves and pressed McNamara against the lockers and run her
fingers on their places, massaging a bit McNamara’s body hoping to be soothing.
Like she wasn’t convinced the other girl was okay with it yet.
McNamara parted their lips for a moment, her shimmering eyes making contact
with Heather’s. She was incredibly pretty.
"Hey." That was all that the small girl could mutter. Heather actually let out
a breathy laugh at this, it was so stupid that she wanted to stay here, holding
her close, but she actually felt her body getting warmer.
Go away, stupid feelings.
"Hey..." She responded, unable to stop her lower lip from trembling a bit. It
was a big fight for her face to stay still, some muscles wanted to curl into a
smile and some wanted to frown, asking why had they stopped. Would McNamara say
now that she didn't want her back? Was she just afraid of saying no to her,
thinking she'd kick her for rejecting her?
Heather wasn't like this. She just wanted her friend to like her.
Fuck, she was pathetic.
Her heart tightened when Heather put a hand on her cheek, running a thumb over
it. Now. It's going to be now. She's gonna say something terrible.
"Is this just to lift me up?" She asked cut by her own upcoming giggles,
breathing into her mouth. Heather grinned down at her.
"No. But I hope it helped."
McNamara kissed her again and again.
Heather didn't want to think about the absurdity of everything. Heather
McNamara wanting her back was highly improbable - though not surprising, since
she was Heather fucking Chandler -, but she wasn't about to complain if fate
wanted them to be together. She'd just happily play by other's rules.
"I guess we need to talk about it, right?" She muttered. Heather nodded,
closing their distance once again for one more quick peck. She felt astonished
as to how McNamara felt so good against her. They were still pressed together
against the lockers and she didn't mind at all. Mac looked around, tongue
running through her lips. "I gotta go to the practice."
"Oh. Shit. Yes, I forgot." She let her go, instantly feeling less of herself
when Mac walked away.
The tiny Heather looked back at her, confused.
"Aren't you coming to see me?"
Heather grinned. She cleaned the smeared lipstick on her face and nodded to her
friend.
"Of course."
She'd deal with the consequences later. Duke would be waiting for both of them,
oblivious to the reality of their actions. It was best this way. She'd have to
talk to McNamara about this and hope it wasn't a one time thing.
End Notes
     Soooooo what did you all think about it? It's my canon divergence
     Heathers fic.
     Don't worry about Roommate From Hell, I'll update it soon as I finish
     editing.
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