"Veronica, I don't wanna be a Hufflepuff anymore-"
Veronica woke up in a cold sweat, feeling very groggy. She noticed she wasn't in her room, she wasn't in her bed... whose bed was this? She noticed her blazer was on the floor, along with a black trench coat, a blue flannel, and some jeans. She only knew one person who wore a trench coat like that...
"Veronica, you okay?" JD asked her.
"Yeah... yeah, I'm fine, JD. Just a nightmare."
"You wanna talk about it?"
"Well, you were a terrorist who wanted to blow up the school for some contrived reason about everyone being 'evil sinners', and I was a conservative, and the Heathers were all atheists, for some reason..."
"Huh, weird... But I promise I would never blow up the school," JD crossed his fingers behind his back, but it was too dark and Veronica was too tired to notice.
"Yeah, I know you wouldn't. Goodnight, JD."
"Goodnight, Veronica."
The two shared a kiss, then JD went to sleep. Veronica thought, Note to self: Never get drunk and high before bed.
Suddenly, a flying man who looked like Christian Slater crashed through the wall and snatched Veronica.
To bee continued...
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Grace Ann Presents: Heathers
FanfictionFrom the author who brought you Hogwarts School of Prayer and Miracles comes an exciting new tale that's sure to make a drug-addicted; fornicating evolutionist out of you! (Now, with author's notes and vines!)
