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“VERONICA!!” Heather Chandler’s voice is sharp like a knife, she has the kind of yell that makes your legs go soft and a shiver go down your spine.
Veronica had just vomited all over Heather's white carpet, Jason had moved again, they got into a fight and broke up, she was all alone.
Of course, she did the only rational thing, climb through Heather’s window and get drunk out of her mind.
Heather wanted to see how much she could drink. Turns out, she drank all but one bottle, damn Sawyer. Now they were both too drunk to drive and Veronica needed to go somewhere else. So of course, she did what she always did, dump her problems on her friends.
McNamara lived just across the street from Heather and could never say no. Chandler swung Veronica’s giggling, hiccupping self over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and went to find Heather.
McNamara opened her door with sunken eyes and hair curlers in, Veronica’s whole face lit up at the sight of her. Heather Chandler put her down, only for Veronica to stumble forward into McNamara's arms.
“I believe this is yours,” Chandler said flatly, before turning around and disappearing into the darkness.
It took McNamara a few moments to process just what had happened. Veronica was in her arms, nonsensically rambling about who knows what.
“Maacc” hic “Remember when..” hic “we were at that party and-“ hic.
McNamara couldn’t help but smile, gently carrying Veronica to her room, not trusting her to walk. She forced Veronica to drink water - which she wasn't very happy about.
“Euggghh.. Heather..what is this?” Veronica groaned.
“It’s water, you need it.” Heather McNamara argued, Veronica eventually drank it, the next drunken mood swing coming in - sadness.
“He..He left me” Veronica sobbed, burying her face in Heather’s shoulder.
“Who..?” She asked quietly, one hand combing through Veronica’s thick hair.
“Jason..” she sniffled.
Heather felt her heart drop, she held Veronica tighter, not knowing what to say, she responded awkwardly
“Ronnie..oh honey..men are assholes” She definitely had experience with that, hell, she dated Kurt Kelly, the douchebag quarterback who was probably licking Rams jockstraps behind her back. Good thing that was long gone.
Veronica giggled, actually giggled, not even because she was drunk
“Thanks Mac..” She whispered, drifting off to sleep right on cue in Heather's arms
God, Heather loved her..