My problems we're myrjad- I was having my period.
Heather's room was- red.
The wall paper was a deep dark red...
The curtains were a bright red...
Her bed cover was a deep satin red...
The only things not red were her white vanity...
And her white fur rug.
She was also wearing a pink robe...
"Morning heather."
The demon opened her eyes..
She sat up dazily.. her fluffy hair was in a loose side pony tail on her shoulder..
She frowned up at the two intruders.
Her canopy bed was magnificent.. it fit perfectly with Heather's whole mood.
But right now, heather wasn't thinking about her awesome and over the top room, she was thinking about why the bitch who she was about to destroy was here to beg at her feet.
She couldn't say she wasn't suprised.
She angrily squinted her eyes.
"Veronica.."
She surveyed veronica.. scanning her like an X-Ray.
"And Jesse James. Quelle suprise."
She smiled as she stared at Veronica..
"Did you hear about Veronicas affection for regurgitation?"
JD acted like he didn't hear that.. letting his eyes wonder onto the picture behind heather, of a neatly dressed young girl in a red outfit and blonde curly hair..
"Heather.. I think last night we said a whole lot of things we didn't mean.."
Veronica didn't look into heathers hawk eyes. Just knowing they were on here was enough to make Veronica weak in the knees and sweaty. If she was holding the orange juice and milk cul it would have dropped by now.
"Did we?"
Heather stared at JD..
Veronica clearly wasn't going to speak soon.
"How the hell did you get in?"
"Well uh.. Veronica knew you'd have a hangover so... I whipped up a family concoction."
He stepped forwards and held out the cup... He too, avoided Heather's eyes... He chose to state at his arms...
"What did you do? Put a phlegm globber in it or something?"
Veronica raised her head and shot a smirk to JD who returned it slyling. Drawing the cup back in and slapping the lid back on.
If only they had put a phlegm globber...
"I'm not drinking that piss."
JD gave a massive fake sigh that almost made Veronica choke.
"I knew this stuff would be to intense for her.."
He let his words fall into a mutter as he stared at the mug...
Heather's bitch drive was warming up..
"'intense'"
She mimicked him.
Smiling bitchily up at the top of her canopied red bed.
She ripped the scrunchie off her hair and threw it to the side if the bed.
"You think I'll drink it if you call me chicken?"
She kept her evil priss voice.. her squinting eyes boring into JD's soul...
JD just sort of smiled and shrugged.. staring at the floor..
Heather thumped up from the bed, steady on her feet even tho clearly, she wasn't feeling 100%.
She frowned as she moved towards JD reaching out her hand.
"Just give me the cup jerk."
She snatched it from JD's excited grasp, and downed the mug like a shot of tequila.
By the look of her face, Veronica wondered if she had drunken tequila... She didn't look like she was going to throw up.. but she didn't look right.. her eyes were bulging out if her head.. and... Then Veronica saw it. The tiniest dribble of blue liquid falling from her agape blue stained teeth..
Then it hit her.
The milk and orange juice were still downstairs.