Fresh crisp air set Into Veronicas ghostly white skin. The scene was no doubt... Interesting. Clothing was scattered about the yard, on the fountain... Underwear on a croquet stick.... And a bra stuck in a bush...
JD and Veronica were cuddled up on the dewy grass. Naked beneath JDs massive trenchcoat. (It had finnally come in handy for something.)
It was relaxing. JD held Veronica's knee while lightly carressing her thigh...his other arm was holding her close. They both stared at the stars... Smiling to themselves. Veronica wondered if she could pretend she was a virgin before.. I mean she practically was. Sort of. She didn't like to think of fucking the captain of the football team behind a bowling alley losing her virginity. But this? Sensually making love on her parents backyard in the middle of the night to a guy she actually liked? That was what she wanted losing her virginity to be.
"Well I thank you."
JD started while blushing profously.
"That was my first game of strip croquet."
Veronica looked up at him while giggling softly. She gave him a kiss on his chin before placing her head back on his chest.
"Well, you're welcome... It's a lot more interesting than just flinging off your clothes and boning away on a neighbor's swing set...'"
JD chuckled darkly and stroked Veronica's dark hair... The stars were bright tonight..
"Well there's alot to be said for ripping-OW!"
Veronica bit him lightly on his chest and giggled cheekily when he yelled.
Veronica settled down with her head back on his chest again.. looking up at the sky.. lost in thought.
With all the misfortunes of her life dribbling back into her brain.
"Man, what a night, what a life."
Veronica assumed a injured look as she stared off into space...
"They wanted to move me into high school out of the sixth grade because I was supposed to be this big genius... "
Veronica remembered sitting in the princpals office of Westerburg... The rotweilers chant clearly in ear shot from the gym...
The Newton's cradle clicking away...
The sound made her nervous... Even as she sat there.. 11 years old. Her own mother wanting to move her into this big.. scary place with the stupidest chant she'd ever heard.
She sat silent, as her mother and the principal talked about what her subjects would be...
"But we decided to Chuck the dean because I'd have trouble making friend blah blah."
Even when she started as a freshmen, she didn't have any friends. She didn't have friends till she met the Heather's. This year. The year had started out perfect. Veronica fit in with the Heather's as if it was her name. But over time.. she lost it. What was the point of it? Here she was now.
"Now blah blah blah is all I ever do... I use my grand IQ to decide what color gloss to wear and how to it 4 keggers before curfew."
She met JDs lips in a kiss that made Veronica melt... He did this to her. She was light as air with him...
They broke away and JD groaned thoughtfully..
"Heather Chandler is one bitch that deserves to die."
Veronica frowned.... But he was joking... Right? He wouldn't have shot at Kurt and ram if the bullets hadn't been blanks right?
She pushed this thought as far away as she could...
"Oh.. killing her won't solve anything."
Then Veronica had an amazing idea.
"I say we just grow up, be adults and die."
Once again their lips met...there was only them in the world...
"But before that... I'd like to see heather Chandler puke her guys out." She smiled cockily before JD pulled her farther in... Both becoming one.. one becoming nothing... The stars twinkling above... And a dirty thought in a nice clean mind... Staying there... Un invited.... But all that mattered was that she had the boy of her dreams.. and her revenge would be much darker than she would have hoped. Or wanted. But something remains...maybe she's earned that red scrunchie. She'll join heather in hell.